I’m at the Hayward Gallery early one Friday morning, to see the rather disappointing How to Improve the World show of the Arts Council’s permanent collection when I hear a voice coming over the invigilators’ walkie-talkies: ‘Right, this is a warning. I’ve had complaints that guards are leaning against walls or standing with their hands in their pockets. So no more of that.’ Looks like the world’s already good enough for some people as long as the plebs are still standing to attention.
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