Useless motherfuckers

At the end of the last semester, I put a notice up in our studios asking whether anyone was interested in going on regular gallery visits this semester. The little bastards don't do it off their own bat, and the school doesn't organise them.

Quite a few people got back to me saying they were interested and what a good idea, etc. So I set up the first one for 11am yesterday. It was bitterly fucking cold, yes, but it wasn't blowing a gale or pissing down. How many people showed up?

One. One fucking person.

Too fucking passive indeed.

The only excuse I'm accepting as valid is the person who had a lumbar puncture instead.