It can’t be much fun running a museum these days. One day, you lose a 38-ton sculpture. The next, overambitious junkies are lifting your Henry Moores for scrap. And the day after that, just when you wonder what else could possibly go wrong, a visitor trips over his shoelaces.
“It was a most unfortunate and regrettable accident but we are glad that the visitor involved was able to leave the museum unharmed.”
Conservators are now evaluating how much of the ensuing destruction can be repaired.
“They are in very, very small pieces, but we are determined to put them back together.”
Burnt Karma, 2 February 2006:
Have they checked down the local Cash Converters?
Ben.H, 3 February 2006:
No, but I have. It was a bit of a bugger getting it up the stairs, but it looks damn fine in my living room.