But the show's highlight is room 104, by Franko B. This artist is renowned for his masochistic blood-letting performances; happily he's not here in person (although the brave can reach him on a mobile phone number advertised in neon in the atrium). Neatly positioned on the coffee tables and in the bedside cupboards are a number of resin blocks in which are sealed a selection of grubby erotic accessories: a novel, a Eurostar ticket, pornography, used condoms, a chain, a stethoscope, phials of God knows what illicit liquid - and (in true Franko B style) syringes, scalpels and blood-spattered cloth.