So, last week I took my cousin Ro up on her offer to go speed dating – I know; I surprise myself sometimes. Being something of a dating snob/coward (depending on your perspective), I only agreed to it because it was happening at Barbican – a sort of installation in the Ron Arad exhibition.
For those of you not familiar with his work, Arad is the Enfant Terrible of the design world – messing about with chairs, bookcases and light fittings to create weird and wonderful items just perfect for a surrealist home. That’s my take on it anyway. I love that kind of thing and, I’m hoping, whoever turns up for this dating event will feel the same.
If I’m totally honest I’m thinking the average punter at a dating event in a gallery will be cooler, more intelligent and cultured than your average speed dater. Prejudiced, moi?
Ro told me about her only other experience of this brand of love hunting at what sounded to me like a ghastly event at Leicester Square. I ask you, is it any surprise? Consider what happens on an average night in Leicester Square and then apply speed dating. I shudder to think.