My escape from the museum has been a closely guarded secret until now, and I hereby reveal all in order to satisfy your curiosity...
This fleeting picture was taken through the window from the platform by Olga who was completely unaware that I had undergone an extensive transformation in order to make good my escape. Wearing the garb of a respectable gentleman of substance (some of which I am seen drinking here) and facial make-up including Olga's eye-liner, I sped from the roundhouse in the sumptuously appointed Director's Saloon. There is no truth in the malicious rumour which had its origins from within the museum that such facial embellishment was the start of a long downward decline into a seedy and appalling drag act. Satisfied?
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
