Re art Gingster, thank you but I always say I had no choice but to be an artist. When I was a small child my mum used to shoo me out of the kitchen and say, 'Go and paint with your father.' Hence, probably, my inability to cook and utter dislike of kitchens. My first memories are of being in a large cardboard box in dad's studio (makeshift playpen) and the smell of turps. All very bizarre, looking back. 
Ah dear - why does getting older equate to dimished brain power?
Where Is Greta Thunberg These Days?


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