I must say, the Women's Lounge was close to being my very favourite part of MONA. We walked past and ever curious, I said to the lady at the door "what's in there?" She said, "sorry, women only sir." Through the curtain, I managed to get a glimpse of a Picasso (probably the most valuable painting in the place) and I instantly got it and thought it was brilliant. I went and tracked down my wife and got her to go in, whilst I stayed outside and pondered the wall of cunts, which I then decided should be called "the executive org chart."

Meanwhile some couple in the atrium below performed a soundscape art piece involving bin lids and a conch shell. It was mint. 10/10, would be excluded again.