I applied for Hull because my girlfriend, Elizabeth, was at University there. In those days getting across the country was a nightmare and I arrived four hours late for my interview. Everyone had gone home apart from a cleaner who showed me round.

I sent my crappy folder to Sheffield, they sent it back. I wrote to Wimbledon because they were starting a new course in Sculpture, told them how much I liked tennis.

With my future settled, no more Art School, I just enjoyed my last few months and made loads of pots and managed to make a few drawings. After the course I got a job in Peter Pans Playground, part of the Fun Fair, working the rides. A letter came from Wimbledon, would I come for interview?

I got in, dressed in a borrowed bright green velvet frock-coat.

The first day when they read out the list of names, mine wasn't there. Eventually it was discovered that I was in the wrong room. So I arrive half an hour late in Sculpture.

I didn't have a clue what I was doing so tried everything. We were  the only year so there were no precedents.

I'd basically get any old idea and then just do it. Like most Art students, I rarely looked at other artists.
I made quite a lot of ceramics early in the first year, poor things but there if you want to look.

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