Lastly, Tom Down's exhibition at the Wasp Room, which I help to run, opened last night. I have to admit- I have done very little in preparation for this show, as my Fictions responsibilities have taken up most of my time.
Liam, one of the other three Wasp Room curators/organisers texted me on Saturday to say that the trailer with Tom's work had had an accident on the motorway, and though they weren't sure of the damage, there would certainly need to be some repair work, if not total reconstruction when it finally arrives. He said this knowing that I was away from Nottingham for the weekend, and unable to see the work until Tuesday when it had already been set up. I turned up on tuesday morning (with our barrel of ale for the opening) expecting a skeleton show held together by sellotape. The bastard.
