Rummaging about last night I found this photo of me as a young 'un at my first ever exhibition of my work. O.K. the "exhibition" was in my bedroom and O.K. the only people who came to the show were my Mum and Dad and some distracted but very affectionate cats. However, the fact remains that it was an exhibition of sorts and I remember it very well. Which is strange because I must have only been about 4 or 5 at the time. I remember Dad pointing to some particular part of the painting and asking me what these things were. I very confidently replied: "mushrooms"! This occasion is seared onto my memory whereas I had trouble the other day remembering the name of Prince Charles' eldest son (it's William). It's funny how the mind works, isn't it?