Just because I live less than a mile from the Turner Contemporary doesn't mean I am always in and out of the exhibitions. Being disabled I need to go with somone and I am the only one in the famiy who want to go but yesterday we had friends visiting the Tracey Emin My Bed exhibition. Even on a cold November day the place was busy and the gift shop was doing good trade. We all met up and stated off in the cafe to have a chat to catch up on all we had done since the summer when we last caught up. So our coffee desires sated we started off on or tour. I had difficulty with the John Davies  My Ghosts figures he cerainly stretched my brain but I must say I am not a fan of either his figures or his art! Sorry John. Tracey Emins My Bed was all I had expected but  whilst not something I would want to see often I can understand why she thought it worthy of an exhibition and the rest they say is history.
We needed to eat, having had a coffee in the Galleries cafe when we first arrived all four of us headed off the The Botany Bay Hotel where we qwelled the rebellion in our tummies.