I used to look at this sculpture every boxing day when I was growing up, when we went round to the Loughran’s house for lunch. It sat in the living room and beguiled me a lot over many years. I knew i didn’t know what it was, and that was part of the allure. It didn’t cross my mind to think of it as a sculpture which is in a perfunctory description indeed what it is. Turns out it was made by an artist called Gillian Cook, and for a month or so recently, it sat in this exhibition (terrible looking website, but a good show), not in the Loughran’s front room.