The paucity of posts recently has been because of the birth of our baby, Jack, a couple of weeks ago. I can’t say there’s much going on in my head other than the dizzy turmoil of us learning to live with each other with as few screaming fits as possible, and there was no chance I’d make it down to the Royal College of Art to see this year’s crop of graduate work.

I’ve therefore been observing remotely: here’s the official story, and here (those high heels are terrifying) are some other (I heard the shadow puppet piece was amazing) reports.