Saturday, 27 May 2017


I'll be supporting Sue Whitmore reading from her new collection, along with Chrys Salt,  at the Torriano Meeting House on Sunday (28th May)

Address: 99 Torriano Avenue, Kentish Town, London NW5 2RX
Directions: From Kentish Town tube station walk up Leighton Road
and turn left onto Torriano Avenue. 
Phone for enquiries: 0207 267 2751 / 0207 482 0044 (Susan).

Thursday, 25 May 2017

CULTURE, INNIT: Hockney, Giacometti, Tillmans and Egan

An indulgent day yesterday.  Started at Tate Britain, with a second look at Hockney.  Helped lift the despond that had fallen on us all the previous day.  Is there a painter more full of life than Hockney, of curiosity, of genuine thrill in the observed world?  Then a stroll through one or two of the regular galleries.  Old friends - 'Hope' by Watts (not how Hockney would paint the subject) - and new (didn't take names).

Then, by boat, to Tate Modern.  How much more fun this would have been had it not been an enclosed catamaran.  If the authorities want people to use the river more, then health and safety have to be relaxed and people given some responsibility for themselves.  Oh well.  It was novel at least.

Tate Modern: Giacometti.  Obviously lots of very thin, very knobbly people (impossible to avoid the idea that he was rather compulsive in this) but also humour.  They were teeny-weeny-winy and VERY VERY TALL, with plenty in-between.  Put me in mind of Samuel Beckett.  Mt favourite room was actually the second, which was full of rather delicate surrealist sculptures in various mediums, and also contained a piece entitled 'Disagreeable Object' (very Beckett). The drawings and paintings must have been known by Francis Bacon.

Went to the members Bar for a lemonade.  For some insane reason their outside tables are made of metal and perfect for convecting heat (or, I imagine, cold).  I bravely sat with the Shard before me and read my book, Jennifer Egan's 'The Invisible Circus'. and wrote a postcard to my granddaughter (Giacometti's rather wonderful dog).

Then I tried the Wolfgang Tillmans. Underwhelming - though perhaps it wasn't fair on the chap asking him to follow Hockney and Giacometti. The difference between the exceptional and the quotidian.

Back home then, and out to a friend's for the football and a home-cooked Indian.  Perfect day.  I'm a lucky sod.

Wednesday, 10 May 2017


Apparently, the great canvas that I, er, devised, for the forthcoming KNOW ONE exhibition, has been vandalised and lost to posterity.  Well, it has been painted over at any rate.  Because I was foolishly rather proud of it, I here present the only known photograph of said piece, in all its glory.  The canvas is about 6 ft x 6 ft.

Sunday, 7 May 2017


Reposting, because 'The Devil's Tattoo' is exceptional.  The link takes you to my review -

Details as to how to order are here:

Wynn Rees, I think you'd especially enjoy this.

Tuesday, 2 May 2017


Proudly parenting Mr Caleb Wheldon...

Captain of Tusken City Raiders, Mr C G P Wheldon, in full flight
photo by Briony-Molly Photography

Monday, 1 May 2017


Proudly parenting Dr Thomas Arnold...


In Germany, these machines are called 'baggers'.  The figure in the yellow is my grand-daughter, Johanna.  Photo by my son Thomas (I assume).  One of my favourite pictures ever in the history of the world etc.  Nothing beats a JCB if you're two and a half years old.


Self, probably around 1967.  Obviously couldn't find my boots.
Come On You Spurs

North of London

In a garden, a little way north of London, self and son Jacob, laughing. Craig and Gemma's engagement party (didn't know such things still existed, but very cheerful do, with superior food).  Photo by Ms Paulina Keamy.  Later, Spurs beat Arsenal 2-0, thereby becoming North London's Top Team.