There was a sculpture exhibition on at Rookwood Cemetery (huge old place in the west of Sydney). I protested that no good could come of it and we'd regret it and that getting me off the couch on a Sunday was violating the natural order of things.
And I was right. It was, by and large, disappointing. There were a couple of nice pieces and a couple of artists not taking themselves terribly seriously, but on the whole there was a lot of pompous tosh.
The piece pictured cracks a mention though, because it had a lasting effect. As we were walking away, Emergency Contact said, "Of course, you know what stupid song I've got stuck in my head now, don't you?"
"No."
"Thriller."
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