The Madding Crowd

Ken had a close one boys and girls. Due to a scheduling glitch, he found himself alone at Grantpirrie, surrounded by circling snobs elbowing each other and sharpening their irony . He survived by engaging survival mode, clutching his wine glass tightly and staring at the art work (they could have had the common decency to offer decent artworks). We had to put the siren on to get to him in time, and lucky we did, because when we found him he was on the sidewalk wondering if he shouldn’t give up the art game altogether and go in for something quiet like cage fighting. We whisked him off to Kaleidoscope for some much needed aesthetic infusions. Thank You Mark Wotherspoon, you saved our friend!