So having spent five minutes trying to think of a foolproof way to spend, spend, spend without leaving a trail for the police, I eventually decided to return it to the nearest branch of Barclays. I wasn't planning on going straight there (I had numerous important places to go, not least the computer games shop in Western Road), but having walked another 200 yards along the seafront I became so paranoid that I convinced myself I was the victim of a major police sting, and was about to be jumped by twenty officers demanding to know what I was doing heading away from Barclays with a stolen card in my pocket.
So I changed my plans and went straight there. It's impossible to hand in a lost card without looking slightly shifty, but I think they believed me when I said I hadn't stolen it. My only disappointment was that there wasn't a reward (and yes, I did ask), but I'm sure I'll receive my reward in heaven. Hopefully in cash.
![The Crane Kalman Gallery](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5BHhPW0kCeuy3NSIa6ewGTtEBtOW4ECJ1WMciy_28hpvbUTW8Hjy95WkRnxA9fkvzV7mJ-YiR5n_XoK2XXwLMl1H0DdmZqeR_2dTPiy0d6DsGspx7YVhTU-tKj9PWUkjMdOS/s200/cranekalman.jpg)
The collection is entitled 'Off Pointe – A Photographic Study of The Royal Ballet After Hours'. I wasn't sure what the pointe was, but I did enjoy the exhibition. And not just because it was free to get in. Mary doesn't seem able to afford colour film, but despite that, she manages to capture a lot of poignancy in her work. I particularly liked the one of the ballerina and the washing machine, but my favourite one was this, because it reminded me of Lisa...
![Reproduced Without Permission](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFHwYx_wGwL_bn4uUNx1p-baI6lDpgVCu7n3nDGyYBqWbwaLW2kHELGv8CWyxI2LoutmC8zUNuV-Wv0QSWGtjDDQlzUYt6e4tc9lO0WgkQrG9DlRMZv9W62NEsjDDUpAkBSvh/s320/Snacking.jpg)
Not so much for the balletic physique, more for the love of crisps.
As for today's good deed, well that involved answering a cry for help from the editor of the Kemptown Rag, who felt that next week's issue was lacking the kind of pointless, over-long ramble I've made my own in recent months, and wondered if I could come up with something at short notice. Naturally a lack of ideas is no bar to writing an article, so I sat down this morning and knocked out 950 words. 948 of which were lifted from last week's blog posts. I wonder if it's wrong to plagiarise yourself..?
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