golfing story

I was sitting in a car in a carpark in Stony Stratford while a friend went to get a bottle of wine. We were on our way to a final degree show at Central St Martins. A car pulled up and a bloke got out very fast, yanked the boot open and pulled out a set of ancien golf clubs which he hurled into a skip and then roared off. I leapt out of the car and up onto the skip and grabbed the clubs and put them in the back of the car. incidentally, when I jumped up on the skip I landed with my chest on the edge of the skip and broke a couple of ribs. I took the clubs into the exhibition and got fed up carrying them so I parked them on a chair. When I returned for them there was an enormous crowd around them ooh ing and Aah ing and desperately trying to find the artwork in their catalogues. Since then I have exhibited the clubs at loads of other exhibitions and never been rumbled. I will blip them again over the next two days so you can see some of the amazing details.
Not a day for being out and about today but I did work and actually made progress AND bought some dark chocolate. Mmmm