James waited in silence, glancing around at the choice of art on the walls. Each premier who lived in the grand old house could decorate to their own personal taste. None of the paintings were permanent fixtures but were selected by the current PM from the Government Art Collection, a stately and dignified body which cared for thousands of paintings, sculptures, and other sundry works of art, all for use in official buildings and embassies across the globe. Getting to hang a few genuine masterpieces on your walls instead of cheap prints from John Lewis like the rest of the country was a real perk of the job, even though it was widely suspected the finest paintings were quietly put to one side whenever a prime minister came shopping. James discovered the PM had a diverse taste; there were classical portraits of Walpole, Nelson, Gladstone, and Sir Isaac Newton, a very fine bust of Charles Darwin, several dreamy Turner landscapes, a surprisingly racy Russell Flint, and a bright, cheerful Hockney.
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