They were the worst. They would really try and patronise us, and would also park wherever they wanted, regardless of what we said. We were always polite and professional, biting our tongues for the good of the theatre. But here’s the thing: every exhibition would get a write up in a local newspaper, and the newspaper’s art critic worked on the car park. Every time an artist was rude to me and Russ, I would laugh and say to Russ ‘No-one expects the car-park critic’.
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