If you saw my appear­ance on the 4th plinth on Thursday of last week then you’ll know that I didn’t exactly stick to my plans. If you didn’t see it — and I am pretty sure that you didn’t — then here’s what happened.

Ori­gin­ally I’d planned to wear a hand stitched bag over my head and read a book as a pas­tiche on Rene Mag­ritte’s The Lov­ers. I’d decided to do this because it’s bor­ing to sit in one place for an hour and I had no idea what to expect so I was going to do what I usu­ally do in that situ­ation and take a book. I like books. The sack was my mother’s inspir­a­tion and took me 3 hours to sew together dur­ing which time I repeatedly stabbed myself in the hand with pins. The whole idea was to pro­mote the concept that if you don’t read more you may well die stu­pid and alone which I think is a fair point.

How­ever this is not what happened and here is how it didn’t happen:

Con­tinue read­ing: Shock and Hor­ror As Girl (25) Is Polite

Below we have a small example of some of the things that we got up to in Lon­don. Note the vari­ous pho­tos of food, because after 11 hours in the bus all you want to do is sleep and eat and the first wasn’t going to be avail­able to us until after another 13 hour bus ride home 12 hours later.

Con­tinue read­ing: A Photo Jour­ney To Lon­don And Back

Expect mul­tiple updates in the next week about our excit­ing trip. In the mean­time, here’s a brief list of everything that happened.