To the Tate Modern, to view the new turbine hall installation Shibboleth by Doris Salcedo, which the Great British Press has, from the Grauniad on down, gleefully dubbed "Doris's crack".
It is well worth seeing, if only to ponder over just how they did it - there's talk of it having been installed into a specially-dug trench, but there's no sign of any joins alongside the actual crack.
Our enjoyment was spoiled, however, when we arrived to find a full-scale "flashmob" in full swing. Lots of very cool but very sad people with iPods dancing and shouting "wooh" at the top of their voices as if at a rave. All very post-modern and harnessing the power of teh intarwebs and all that, but a real PITA when trying to contemplate art.
But all was not lost, as I have invented a new sport; I call it Flashmob Cricket. All you need is a flashmob, some suitable vantage point above said flashmob and some balls - the harder the better. Scoring is simple: 4 runs if you hit one of the flashmobbers, 6 points if you can knock them out cold. Sadly a lack of foresight meant that neither corrector of bah nor myself had brought any suitable balls and so we were unable to have an inaugural match at the Tate.
I wonder if we start lobbying whether we can get it adopted for the 2012 Olympics?
Monday, 15 October 2007
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