Quote El Barbudo="El Barbudo"Oh, now that is really ridiculous, the copyright must have run out centuries ago.'"
On a not-unrelated note, we went to the [iLife and Death in Pompeii & Herculaneum[/i exhibition at the British Museum a few weeks ago.
Everyone had had to book for a set time, but it was still packed.
One of the exhibits was a sculpture of [iPan and the Goat[/i, which was discovered in the 1750s in Herculaneum.
It features the half man-half goat god Pan shagging a goat. Actually, it's more like 'making love to', because the tenderness is part of the fun.
It spent 200-plus years in one of the 'Secret Museums', where only nice, white, respectable, middle-class (and above) men could see it by appointment.
So there it was and there was I, knowing that history and determined to see it.
It was in a small side room, with a little warning on the wall at the entrance.
But amazingly, it was the only part of the exhibition where you didn't have to queue to see an exhibit. Nobody was near it.
In fact, everyone in the little room was standing as far away from it as possible, pretending to look only at the entirely non-rude exhibits behind windows on all sides, but all the while casting glances at it.
Me being me, I rushed in, with tb not far behind, going: 'wow' – it is absolutely exquisite.
Then, behind us, we heard a very plummy male voice.
"Oh dear," it said.
Then a female plummy voice responded.
"Oh dear, oh dear."
Pause.
"Well, shall we have a look – quickly?"
Worth the admission fee alone.