Ooh another one. When I was doing my masters I lived around the corner from the Glucksman gallery. My friend and I went, hungover, to the opening of a Warhol exhibition there because there was a once-off Damien Hirst thing happening

The Hirst thing was fine but in one of the small rooms there was an installation of Silver Clouds. It’s just a load shiny silver balloons partially filled with helium and couple of fans and they gently rise and fall. Maybe it was the hangover but I felt completely safe in there