There is a kind of ongoing joke between myself and Lee Patterson along the lines of no matter which city in the UK I go to to attend a concert I invariably find him when I arrive stood just outside the venue with a cigarette in hand. Today I wandered around the Serpentine Gallery in Hyde Park, London, and perusing a series of photos on a wall I found his ugly mug staring back out at me. There really is no escape. ;) Maybe I shouldn't have been so surprised though. The gallery was showing the first major institutional exhibition of the work of one of Lee's regular collaborators, the film-maker Luke Fowler. The exhibition was impressive, but one thing that hit ...