Sometime in the late 2000’s I found myself sitting in a police interview room opposite a pair of excited coppers. After a few minutes of pointless questions they gleefully put their theory to me: “we believe you were intending to travel up to central London to vandalise the Tate Modern!” This accusation left me slightly flabbergasted: aside from being completely daft, all they’d found on me was a Tipp-Ex, I felt insulted. Fuck the Tate!

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