Pictures at an exhibition

I bump into Ken Barmy bulk-buying WD40 for the weekend.

"How's things?" I ask.

"It's like the last days of the Stasi....

"I was nipping out to see a brown friend off to the sea when I found the caretakers in the corridor, shredding the paperwork from the files that had been stored in the ladies' toilet. How fucking disgraceful is that?

"If we were being ecologically sound they'd have cut them into squares and hung them on a nail in the bog. There's not a lot in the management minutes of 1991 to startle the needy arsehole."