The show’s a performative lecture, the essence of the show an exploration of moral dilemmas that circle around artist Richard Dedomenici’s relationship to the Old Bill, explored through the work of the Watford (centre-of-the universe or at least an OK place to live) based artist, which takes in ‘poetic acts of low-grade civil disobedience’ such as scaling prison walls; ‘anarcho-surrealist interventions’ on such subjects as Guantanamo and the war on terror; and mock anti-art graffiti (is it illegal to deface an illegal fly poster? You tell me) – the frame a question about a wallet found on the street and handed into a police station. So did Priya Pathak ever get her wallet back? We the audience are the jury – and at the end of the show, it’s the majority vote that counts, and justice is seen to be done.

The delivery is in a laid back, deadpan ‘non performance’ mode. Good: there are too many ‘performers’ out there. It’s art, but is it theatre? Of course it is. We are gathered together to share this space in this time. There’s storytelling (a contemporary take on the round-the-fire scenario) and pictures too (footage of RD’s jolly artromps captured in stills and moving image, and merged into a mockcorporate Powerpoint presentation). Questions remain: will the real Priya Pathak please stand up/ever get in touch with our hero Richard? Maybe one day; are British Bobbies good, bad, benign, neutral? They are human beings, so the answer is yes, no, maybe, sometimes. Is R. Dedomenici still an artist? I think so, I know so.