The college is a hive of activities, and there are all kinds of weird art going on, since Goldsmiths is known as the place which spawned Damien Hirst's formaldehyde cows and sheep.
These so-called art installations -- which I can easily put together too, even without an artistic bone in my body -- include displays of matchsticks in glass cases, grotesque-looking statues wearing ugly clothes and tacky spray-painted picture frames floating in mid-air.
But I have one which is my favourite:
The giant cone resting on top of an ice-cream van has tinkling music emitting from it from time to time. I have no idea what it all means, though it makes me long to lick something cold.
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