What did you do with your Easter weekend? Thanks to a paint order that went wrong I didn’t spend mine painting the risers on the stairs, but instead took for my bed for three days to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race. And I do mean ‘thanks’ cos it was very restorative. However, late on Monday I did rouse myself to visit the latest exhibition at Turner Contemporary which I thought might have some appeal for you too.

Called The British Library, this wonderful work is by British-Nigerian artist Yinka Shonibare. Londoners might already know him from the Nelson’s Ship In A Bottle that he put on the Trafalgar Square fourth plinth a few years back. This piece consists of thousands of books arranged on floor-to-ceiling shelves. Each has been covered with the batik fabric that’s currently on the cushions of every fashionable home in town, with the name of a person of immigrant origin who has enriched British culture in some way embossed in gold on the spine. I wrote about the piece’s previous incarnation here if you’d like to know a little more.

Now set up in the entrance hall of Turner Contemporary the work looks wonderful in the flesh. Colourful, textural and imposing. But the best bit is scanning the shelves for names you may recognise. Norman Tebbit jumped out at me, as did Bruno Tonioli. Karl Marx is there, and mysteriously Rita Ora appears twice. It’s odd what a kick one gets from spotting the name of a person one likes – ‘Oh look, it’s Johnny Marr!’

The work, and End of Empire, another currently at Turner Contemporary, face out towards the sea. With this strip of water currently the site of much European and migrant-based debate, the exhibition couldn’t have seemed more timely or refreshing.