Warning: Contains nudity!*

[*Shameless headline to attract attention] Recently I went to Whitstable to check out this exhibition of nudes on postcards to which I contributed. Anyone could enter and the cards were stuck, unframed, on the gallery walls. A simple idea which produced a huge range of interpretations and a very enjoyable show.

All entries had to be submitted via the mail. So, as you can see, mine is a bit crumpled and some franking is visible. This added to the charm of the entries, I felt. The exhibition, at the Horsebridge Arts Centre, was a gesture of solidarity for staff at the local Whistable sorting office which is under threat of closure.

My card is a version of this Private Eye cartoon. I was pleased to see that a lot of the artworks approached the subject with humour.

Footnote: Every time I go to Whistable, I get this song going around my head:

And here's the original version, which contains the line "He don't care about Colonel Gaddafi/He's having a fag down the Tudor Cafe". Genius.