I arrived at the art party a week after everyone else. I was sorry to have missed the anthropomorphic murals showing hippos working in coal mines.
Later, I took my drink and stared out of the window. A toy helicopter, with Action Man in the pilot’s seat, flew towards me and hovered outside. I enjoyed all the details inside the cockpit – I could even see Action Man’s packed lunch, tartan flask and banana. I called my fellow guests over to enjoy it but then the helicopter turned around and a bizarre religious message was pinned to its side. I’d been tricked into enjoying something hateful.