Steven Corfe writes:

There’s an elephant in the room said the flyer at last night’s global poverty-themed Banksy exhibition; There’s a problem that we never talk about. HELLO! Of course we weren’t talking about the elephant/problem – Brad and Ange were in the house! Like most of the exhibition’s early-bird arrivals, I found the megacouple’s presence extremely distracting. I mean, god bless Banksy, but there isn’t all that much to hold the attention in a stenciled canvas when the world’s hottest couple are making out in front of a painting two spaces down. Which they did. Repeatedly.

The paparazzi waited hungrily outside the front (I think Brad and Ange snuck in the back way, picking their way through piles of elephant shit like every other self-respecting A-lister), and this led to one awkward moment when a guest struck a deal with a photog and sneaked his hardcore camera inside. The regular guest (who I’d seen wandering around before and was not a pap, unless paps have suddenly taken to wearing skinny jeans and getting asymmetrical haircuts) was sweating with nerves and suddenly swooped in and started snapping away randomly at the back of the couple’s heads as they looked at a painting, a trillion flashes a second. Everyone pretended not to notice, except Brad, who awkwardly turned and faced the camera, tried to persuade Angelina to do the same by tugging on her coat, who declined, looked embarrassed, pushed her hair in front of her face a bit, then eventually surrendered and gave a half-assed smile towards Brad. It was very tacky of the photographer, who ran straight outside once he got the pic. James St. James, on the other hand, strode right up to Brad and Ange mid-make-out, pulled them apart (picture a string of saliva stretching from their abruptly parted lips), and introduced himself. Now THAT’S CLASS.

– Steven Corfe