It's dry January honest

I was staying in a different hotel this week and a bit more alert on the tube than usual. Or I thought I was until my vision was filled by eggs of every description as we went through Gloucester Road. This installation by Heather Phillipson extends the full length of the disused platform. It was a fairly surreal day all round with a building evacuation and a suffragette duck. One of my colleagues had been on a tour of parliament and that was the best pressure she could find in the gift shop. Quite apt as I'll be at a Radical Late tour on Representation tomorrow.