I’m staying on the wrong side of the Arno and I like it very much thank you! It is quiet and we seem to be almost the only tourists.

We were taking a little constitutional along the riverside, noticing how the beautiful trees had been savaged by the hurricane that happened here in August and came upon this place.

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It reminded me so strongly of Lost Vagueness and Trash City at Glastonbury – and everyone who knows me is only too well acquainted with what a festival bore I am. #I’vebeentoconsiderablymorefestivalsthanyou #stillwearingwristbandsatxmas etc etc etc.

Only creeping age and the MFAASP course has cut down on my festy credibility.

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Trash City is a delicious melange of sheer wrongness. That mannequin with the orange plastic pashmina would feel well at home there. And what in God’s good name is the gold torso wearing for a head? I don’t even want to think about the use of telephone cord as a restraint.

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And tell me it’s not just my sick mentality that thinks his crotch is all wrong?

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I like to think that the bungee is just there to hold her up.

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At least we know everything will be all fine and dandy because the Virgin Mary is there to look after us, complete with plastic bunting.

It was closed when I walked past.

I’m going back again (and again) until it’s open for business.

 

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Artist, entomologist, grumbler.
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