I then went through the whole weary half-price toothbrush dance at Boots Trafalgar Square ,which took about half an hour with no result. Nobody seems to know anything about this promo. I give up, anyway. They gave me a customer services number, and Renate can take it from there, if she wants to.
I liked the Ron Mueck stuff so much, I decided to leave the Becks show for another day, as it was almost sure to look really crap after that, and I'd like to be in a frame of mind to be charitable when I see it. (Aw, who am I kidding, I'm sure to enjoy bitching about the banality of the youth of today, and how they should give me some money instead-)
Actually, I have to admit that Francis Uprichard, she of the wriggly moaning mummy, sounds engagingly mad, in interviews...