A bit of a long story now.

Adrian Hall, ex head of sculpture at Belfast had been in Australia for years and was returning with half a container of stuff and nowhere to put it. Martin Naylor, or possibly Ainslie, I'm pretty sure Martin, knew Adrian and asked if I could help. Previously I'd got rid of one of the City Artists who wasn't really interested and helped Ainslie move all his stuff from Greenwich into the vacant space. Now Ainslie wanted his stuff nearer Kingston so I helped him move it again, and I'm talking a three ton truck full, to Kingston. Job done, Adrian moved in. When he went to collect his half container load he found his work in a heap on the dockside, just dumped.

Now Adrian was in contact with Alistair MacLennan the current head of sculpture M.A at Belfast and his students were showing their work in Liverpool, wouldn't it be great to bring it to London. Of course, step in City Artists.

I'd met Andrew Graham-Dixon through David Mach, I think he was newly married and certainly new to art criticism and we got on well, he and his wife and me and my new wife Jacky. So, the show was good and I asked Andrew to come along and he decided to do a piece about it. A photographer spent two hours doing the show and took one shot of me next to a piece. While we were waiting for the photographer to do his stuff we chatted over a glass of wine or two. The result is on the left, 'George Foster committed'. Everyone assumed that I was a self-centred ego-maniac, a letter was sent in by the guy who runs Mat's Gallery, which had been in the area for years. Andrew was questioned by his editor, he came back to me and lamely I said Mat's Gallery, named after his dog, was a studio that occasionally showed artists, admittedly more interesting than we did, but we were the first dedicated art space in that area. Never saw much of Andrew after that. The other City artists stopped talking to me and that’s still not the end.