Everything I've done in London this fortnight

Last fortnight’s Newfoundlands post performed atrociously and I can’t figure out if it was because nobody cares about my life, which is absolutely fair enough, or because people thought it was about the dogs and nobody cares about them either. Either way, I’m changing the name to something less enigmatic, and that name is EVERYTHING I’VE DONE IN LONDON THIS FORTNIGHT. I think it’s sufficiently self explanatory. At least now if no one reads it I’ll be justified in taking it really personally, and there won’t be any disappointed dog lovers out there.

Speaking of dogs, my 10 year old and I braved the untold horrors of Mayfair last week to see a tiny exhibition by an artist I’d never heard of. I’m not saying my 10 year old is a dog by the way, although I do find ‘dog’ a very weird insult. Most dogs are very pretty, and I’m not even a dog person. Anyway, no. Look closely at the picture below, because this isn’t your average Ron Mueck uncanny valley nightmare fodder - it’s much, much worse…