I went to the opening of Liane Lang’s exhibition at the James Freeman Gallery in Upper Street, but had got the time wrong, so had the space to myself. I’ve always liked and admired her work. She was a student at the RA Schools before I started there, but plays games with the classical cast collection which are intriguing, if occasionally deliberately sinister. I originally wanted to buy her work based on the Laocoön, all writhing limbs with modern ones, including hands and feet, interpersed. But I ended up buying a later work based on a cast of The Faun in the collection in, I think, Mannheim, which again intermingles a classical sculpture with the contemporary in a way which is intriguing, if faintly bizarre. It’s in the gallery window in Upper Street and looks better there than in our bedroom.