Liverpool art. Cakes in the office.

I loved the giant neon rabbit in Parliament Street. And I'm really sorry it's gone. It was part of the Liverpool Biennial contemporary arts festival, just like the sky spider that strung its web across Exchange Flags.
I'm sorry that's gone too. I loved the way it sparkled in the night sky,
I hope both return.
Is it a microcosm of a 2009 v 2008 problem I wonder? The Capital of Culture Festival has packed up and left town. Will this year be a massive anti-climax?

Some cakes turned up in the office today. Often firms will dump stuff here as they try to promote new product ranges. Subway once brought some free sandwiches and a reporter described it as 'the best day of his career'. Which was sad, really.
Anyway, back to the cakes. Chocolatey they are, called 'Gu'. When they arrived, big boxes of them, staff descended like locusts.
It was like watching one of those aid trucks arriving in some beleaguered, famine-ridden war-ton African state.
They went in seconds.
The other day durex left a load of extra-large condoms. Which didn't go. At all.