A running tally of the galleries I keep circling back to, scribbled between chapters of whatever proof I'm meant to be reading and squeezed in on the walk home from Orford Road (because apparently I can't just go to the pub like a normal person). Mostly East London, with a few excuses to cross the river when the show demands it. Tip: check each gallery's current exhibition before you go, because the room you fall in love with today might be a totally different show by the time you drag a friend back.