After lunch across the road, Robert got to choose the next venue. He'd not looked anything up, but assured me he'd had an email about an interesting exhibition at Whitechaple Art Gallery. It took two changes on the tube and a long walk via the Gherkin, but we had high hopes. Inside, the doors of the tiny foyer opened into a cave like gallery, it was so impressive. The collection of huge drawings hung on the wall beckoning us to move forward and take a closer look. Pity Robert hadn't taken the trouble to read his email more thoroughly...the drawings were of men pleasuring women, life size. We decided to move on when we found the artist had gained confidence, lost the plot and started drawing women with men's bits, or as Robert explained the correct description being 'transgender'. Next we found an intriguing box to play with. You opened little catches and inside were black holes with a series of mirrors. You placed your hand inside and then had to figure out how to retrieve it as it seemed to have disappeared. This part had the title: "I am anagram", there was a full explanation of why, but it will be more interesting for you to work out your own! In the last gallery, another artist out to embarrass mother and son viewers (that's viewers, not voyeurs). By this time we were consumed with the giggles, not helped by the constant ringing of a Nokia mobile phone - it just made the experience funnier. Anyway, this artist was so clever, the small drawing lured you in to view the seemingly innocent picture of a lady with an elaborate hair do. Once your face was pressed up to the glass examining the detail, you became aware of the fact that what you were looking at was in fact different body parts arranged in a bizarre fashion. (even more giggles!) Time to find the nearest exit...