No stars just stripes

Another day another lunch meeting, this time with an old friend and flat mate from our days at art college. Before we went for our bowl of soup and crusty bread Robert and I had a quick shuftie round the Jim Lambie exhibition at the Fruitmarket Gallery in Edinburgh.

Not sure if we were allowed to take photographs, but we did devise a fall back plan should we be challenged, where he would claim to be Jim Lambie and I would pretend to be a Scotsman photographer. Fortunately our bluff wasn't called – I doubt it would have stood up to close scrutiny. Much like the Lambie exhibition.