Ecstatic Gaucho

 
As well as home repossessions, unemployment and wittily named chocolates, a more unexpected consequence of the credit crunch is performance art. A couple of days ago I wandered past the Royal Exchange in the heart of the City (opposite the Bank of England in fact) and bumped into these gold-sprayed folk being questioned by a [...]

I can get pretty zoned out in a supermarket. The process has removed grocery shopping to an almost televisual experience. We glide between the silent aisles, led from one colourful box to the next enticing package, before being spat out onto the street. It’s an advert break with no TV programme.
Push into a street-market and [...]