I’m not sure why; it was probably the movies, but I started to bow before the CGI Queen. Was that the ‘protocol?’ I was wracking my brain trying to think of something to say when we heard running footsteps approaching. I stood back up to see a bespectacled man sprinting into the Foyer. “Oh, praise the probabilities! You are early. Quickly, hackers have broken into the Duchamp gallery and made a terrible mess. This way, it’s a disaster; we open in fifteen minutes.”

The CGI Queen seemed unflustered by the interruption and tilted her head, “Another time, your gallery needs you.”

I followed the man as he ran back into the belly of the museum. A couple of long corridors later, we skidded to a halt at a cavernous entrance. Inside was a kaleidoscope of art mixed with graffiti.

Use the comments below; how do we clean this mess?

A photo of a vandalised gallery that is covered in website graffiti, framed like a Wes Anderson movie