Look on my works and share my despair. I never was much of a sketcher at college, but now I love it. I suppose back in the day there was an element of competition about it, and I hated looking at Geoff Appleton's or Mick Hill's brilliant annotated pages. I don't really understand a lot of what I write, and one day maybe I'll think, "Oh yes, Mexico!" as sometimes the mists of time evaporate enough for me to profit a little from the scribbly nonsense within, Anyway this is from last March, while I was sitting in a Soho gallery minding the shop for Anne Clements.