After Dinner at the Johnsons'

The old quayside granary that is ArtDogs is a palace of delicious pretensions. If art is a manifestation of mankind's struggle to communicate then ArtDogs is a mime struggling in a darkened room. In the dance studio upstairs, Grace struggles to mambo geriatrico and make her rent; in the gallery Felix struggles to contain his ostentation while avoiding any demands upon his pegtop linen trousers; at the sharp end of her vacuum cleaner Carmel struggles to maintain suction while contemplating a new recipe for goat; and Zephyr, the fudgie faced fop, struggles to impress a reluctant art world of his integrity while dressed as Cindi Lauper. Meanwhile McNiff and his gangsters struggle to throw a scare into Felix while the Bent Coppers try to throw a scare into the hoods.
If you like the contemporary art scene then you'll love After Dinner at the Johnsons' but then if you loath the contemporary art scene you'll love After Dinner at the Johnsons'.
And no one has mentioned the Johnsons to whom an unmade bed, in the right context, is a source of awe and wonder bordering on incontinence.
After Dinner at the Johnsons': a Canaletto, a cappucino and a desperado!