Watched Mike Leigh’s fantastic Abigail’s Party at the Theatre Royal in Brighton last night and felt a flurry of excitement when Ange lugged the fabulous Wings of Love by Stephen Pearson down the stairs. Unfortunately her guests were too busy watching husband Laurence have a heart attack on the shag pile to appreciate it properly. Their loss. It’s an amazing picture of a naked young man being delivered to his girlfriend on the wing of a giant swan. What’s not to love? Apparently it was one of the best selling prints of all time and Saddam Hussein even owned a copy. So why, after ten years of looking have I not found one at a car boot? Life is so unfair.