Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard

I seem to have developed one of those annoying colds where if you're vertical you're constantly sneezing and blowing your nose, and if you lie down you can't breathe. Bah. I'll slump pathetically with a laptop, then.

On Saturday morning, ChrisC and I sallied forth across London to go to the Royal College of Arts to see the Secret exhibition.

( Introductory waffling about art. And Slides. )

( Do you want to know a secret? )