I went to see Tracey Emin's Bed which is on display at Tate Britain for a while. I have to admit I found it fascinating, a snapshot of messy, disorganised lives many of us remember from our teenage/student days. The sheets, tights etc are all ageing, just like us. I can see that some people think it is pretentious tosh, but I have to admit a soft spot for Tracey Emin. Anyone else seen it? Does it still shock?
Using the Verb Get or variations of Get



Unmade, messy beds littered with detritus, not always conducive to a happy marriage!