FINGERTIP

'It's divine my dear! The latest exhibition of Modern Art at the Tate. You simply must go.'

The queue grows, the cognoscenti flock like chattering starlings.

'Such Talent!'

'Who is he?'

'I simply must have one for the drawing room, darling,'

Behind the screens, unperturbed by the fuss, a chimpanzee, explores a nostril with a paint-covered fingertip.