My mate Big Dai was in town and it was raining. We needed something to do other than what we normally do, which is either walk our dogs or sit in a pub. So we went to the Marina Abramović retrospective at the Royal Academy in London.
Abramović, as Guardian readers doubtless know, is the grandmother of performance art. Finding her terrifying, I wouldn’t characterise her thus if it wasn’t how she has referred to herself. Her stuff is, in my inexpert opinion, mad, brilliant, silly, absurd, wonderful, moving, ridiculous, frightening, baffling and so on. There aren’t enough words in my thesaurus.
