I was having a rant with someone today about some interiors I'd done that, because of a vacation, a colour-blind project manager, and short schedule demands, had somehow morphed from lovely into a nightmare. What had once been cohesive and soothing had changed into to a white sandals with black stockings kind of thing. And as I said that, an image of the dark room and an equally dark Harry with that lurid red wig in the background flashed across my mind's eye, and I realised, in one startling moment, just how brilliant this whole work really is. It's so stark and nighmarish and surreal. The Easter Egg just made it even sadder, really. I know it's blackly funny, but in a pathetic train wreck kind of way. Masterfully done.