Between Xmas and New Year.
Lots of shops were open.
Lots of culture was shut.
Spent the weekend chiefly indulging our own, non cultural, private pleasures but managed to squeeze in the photographer’s gallery.
The great thing about the photographer’s gallery apart from its freeness is its oxfordstreetness.
Nip in for a cultural pitstop whilst indulging your own capitalist pleasures.
Like buying shoes.
Warm your cold monetary heart.