Last week’s blog ended with me jumping on a train at Dundee and heading south where, about ninety minutes later, I got off at Edinburgh although, just to set the spacio-temporal scene straight, I suppose I should offer assurances that I’m haven’t been breaking any curfews or flouting government health advice restrictions but merely stretching … Continued
Most of yesterday…and before going any further, I suppose that I’d better explain that yesterday, in this particular case is, in fact, almost two weeks ago, when things were still fairly normal and definitely before the deadly carnivorous anagram really started to take hold, turn the world upside down and give it a nasty shake. … Continued
In the past few years he’s had a couple of very big, very well received shows at the Royal Academy and a super successful retrospective at Tate Britain. An active octogenarian who’s retained both the soft lilting accent of his Northern upbringing and the cheeky mischievous grin that one suspects was acquired soon after his … Continued
The wintery rains are spattering down as I exit Green Park tube station and by the time I turn off Piccadilly and get to the bottom of Dover Street, ascend the steps and clunk the brass door knocker outside the Spruth Magers gallery, I’m feeling a bit more drizzled upon than I prefer and my … Continued