4.48pm Simon Bowerbank is bleeding from his index finger and there’s a curious burning smell within the gallery space which causes a mild panic. Despite being vaguely injured, director Simon has shown great affinity with the potters and created his own mug with an ear-shaped handle. At one point he pulls out what appears to be a small rock from the clay.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a Brickell,” says Karl.
When demonstrating that the cup will hold beer, even though green and wet, he says quietly, mostly to himself, “I’m glad there’s no fire,” and successfully drinks from the cup.
“We’ve all had our hands in that one,” says Karl. “Good luck!”
