Maybe I could put Russell Brand on a dog lead, and let him and the one with the unfortunate initials go off for awhile and play at being The Goth Detectives while I made a work of art loosely inspired by Brand's own tinfoil-and-beetle-turd pieces as mentioned in My Booky Wook. Only I would be drawing a spiral, with my nose and a large-denomination banknote, on Sarker's cocaine-covered stomach; her flawless skin contrasting gloriously with the white powder.
Of course there would be limited edition, individually hand-numbered prints on sale afterwards .....
