The treatment, the black and white grading, the turning the pictures back to front, upside down, the choir, the song, the pace, the rhythm, the editing, the meaning, the subtle dictatorial connotations, the red square, the hand painted portraits, the history lesson, the sentiment, the hope, the thinking, the message, the ending… the idea!!

Flawless execution, exciting and fascinating to watch. Having never heard of the artists Jorge Galindo and Santiago Sierra, after watching their latest work of Art, now I´m an unconditional fan.

I wish I could be at the Helga Alvear Gallery in Madrid next Jan 17th to see the rest of their work. If you´re in town don´t miss it!!

A while ago a film-maker friend of mine recommended to me George Lucas’ favourite book, ‘The Hero with the thousand Faces’. And although I bought it I never had time to read it. So when the opportunity for a few days relaxing camping (I know you don’t often find those two words in the same sentence) came along, I decided to bring the book with me.

Arriving to our bucolic pitch near Canterbury, I noticed a copse of hazelnut trees, which brought back cherished childhood memories of long lazy days on holiday in Spain, where you could stuff your pockets full of fresh, tasty hazelnuts from the trees along the hedgerows. All seemed like the perfect setting for a tranquil break…

So, the next morning I sat outside the tent to read the book. Suddenly I could hear a few noises over my head, high in the branches. At first I didn’t take too much notice, too engrossed was I in the book. Then hazelnut shells started falling on me. Looking up I saw a bloody squirrel munching away in a branch. It was eating my hazelnuts! Luckily I had already collected a fair few and stored them in my daughter’s pink fishing net, which I kept inside the tent.

After the squirrel episode we went to a nearby beach. And it was here, just as we sat down to construct our signature chorizo, serrano ham and anchovy stuffed olive sandwiches, that I somehow managed to chop through the french stick and my hand with my new, customised Swiss army knife.

Then on the way back to the tent, via Canterbury A+E, for a well deserved rest… something was wrong.

The inside of the the tent was unzipped. Had someone came inside whilst we where away? Nothing was missing. However, the sleeping bags looked messed up and there where lots of small stains all over the place. Now, being married to a Hercules Poirot, Columbo, Monk, fan finally proved an invaluable asset to work out what happened.

Apparently ‘Chip and Dale’, came into the tent while we were away. They were looking for my hazelnuts in the pink fishing net. When they found them, the bloody squirrels sat on my sleeping bag and somehow worked out (Willy Wonka style) which nuts where good and which ones were duds. We know this because the only nuts the bastard furry burglars left were empty when I cracked them. In the end they left elderberry poo ‘calling cards’ all over the tent and my sleeping bag, before they made off with my stash.

Annoyed as I was, I thought this territorial turf war was just between us and the squirrels, them defending their tree v us the invaders. However, it turned out, our neighbours in the tent next door,  also had a visitor in the middle of the night; a pizza loving hedgehog with a penchant for sniffing campers cheesy toes.

I doubt the squirrels and hedgehog had co-ordinated their efforts to defend their turf against us, but I can truly sympathise with Porky Pig when he was the subject of countless similar antics by other cartoon ‘heroes’ such as Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck.

Losing your child in the middle of a crowd can be terrifying for any parent. And as a parent I feel sick at the though of going through such an experience myself.

That´s why when a couple of days ago as I was walking towards the Mall in London to watch the 50k march, I noticed and Army officer and a volunteer arriving at the Info tent with a lost young boy. Sympathizing with the boy's parents my first reaction was, is there anything I could do to help?

As we know social media, specially twitter, has become arguably the fastest news release in the world. So I approached the officer and the volunteer. They both confirmed the boy was lost. I offered them to write a twit about it… "that's a great", they both agreed. As I was writing my twit, a private security supervisor arrived to the tent and stopped me from sending my tweet with an adamant… "nothing goes online".

However and despite many in position of responsibility ignoring the advantages, reach and speed of social media tools such as twitter, Facebook, etc… luckily there are others who can't sit there and decide to take action themselves.

Such is the case of the Mr Happy Brewer, the creator Find My Child mobile application, http://findmychild.co.uk

Excellent application which can help reunite missing children with the parents. Obviously all application can be improved even further as I'm sure its creators might be already thinking about new features.

In the meantime I've just downloaded mine. Hopefully I would never have to use it.