A few more pictures and a video shot aboard the freaky deaky horsemeat carousel. My nag was called Larry.
The more you think about Banksy’s show, the weirder it gets. Who’d have thought dystopian cynicism would be so enchanting?
Banksy’s Dismaland: all the glum of the fair
It’s like Stalin’s NKVD have been reborn.
‘Don’t smile!’ snapped the young woman at the airport-style entry to paradise complete with cardboard full-body scanner. Of course, you smile, especially having waited hours to get in. I was delirously chuffed. Again, she growled: ‘Don’t smile!’
The tone was set.
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