Gilbert and George, as I’m sure you’ve read, have a new exhibition opening across no less than four White Cube galleries from this weekend. In celebration I wondered whether it was possible to peek inside their famous Spitalfields home, Hello style. Turns out it was, via the magic of Google.

I have had several encounters with G and G, and it always surprises me how paradoxically accessible these mysterious men are. I’ve seen them order pudding in the (now sadly closed) Market Cafe where they regularly took lunch. I went to their last exhibition and saw them happily having their pictures taken with anyone who asked. And I once danced the hokey cokey with them on New Years Eve – a shameless name drop I know, but quite the most glamorous thing that’s ever happened to me.

Their house is in Fournier Street, a row of silk merchants houses from the 1720s, and if you linger round there long enough the chances of seeing them going about their business is high-to-medium. The only other G&G fact I have is this: my friend said she read they used to bulk buy bog roll, and keep a whole wall of it stacked up in the house. Trend.