For a number of years in the mid-1990s I worked in Maidstone town centre – in an office which overlooked an enormous sheep covered in flowers. I’d like to say it was an era where the newsroom I worked in at the time encouraged the use of mind-altering substances to enhance our creativity which had a side-effect of sheep-related hallucinations. But there were no drugs. And there was a giant sheep stood in the High Street. It was a bold statement which was routinely mocked as much as it was admired. Well, it was certainly different. And I must admit I became rather fond of the odd feature which …
