I was walking back to work after a lunchtime which included a five minute peek into Intermix, designer over priced goods only, when I saw a gigantic Plastic Rat in the middle of 17th Street off 7th Avenue

My very first thought was " Darn it, this is a very obvious sign, I got ratted on re my non purchase of the Porridge Chair after I skipped out the gallery despite clearly asking them to put a red sticker on the aforesaid chair."

Now that the summer is over I was hoping the gallery owners would be on to other projects and not still hightailing me.

The giant Rat Rudolph hissed me over.

"SP, SP, cime 'ere. I got news for you Sweetie. You gotta listen up." He snarled in a less than inviting tone.