The Martin Creed was such fun we decided to take Ricky. He loved MOTHERS, thought the explanation was very funny: ‘when you’re small your mother is always big. So it seemed like a good reason for this to be big… and scary.’ And he had a wonderful time in the balloon room – and looked at some of the other pieces on his way around, so a real achievement.
Then it was down the river on the riverbus, over the stupid Boris-vanity-project cablecar (which is no more a method of transport than the tricycle rickshaws in Covent Garden – there was a queue for it, and they weren’t even filling the, oh dear, gondolas full). And then fish and chips and home, all of us happy.
Ricky looks like he was having so much fun!! xx