This was Andrews’s revue of the show.

By this time I was an outcast at City Artists. I was hardly there during the summer and they thought I was pissing about with the money in the bank. I did forget to pay, sometimes for months and then I'd put cash into the account from wherever I happened to be, and I was paying over twice as much as anyone else. I was disillusioned as well. Typical example, at dinner at Andrew's I met his brother or cousin, who was thinking of opening a gallery and was looking for young artists with potential. I suggested he come and have a look at one of the City Artists, Virginia Verran, a recent graduate of Chelsea whose graphic work was good, though the paintings, I felt, needed some maturity. I arranged a meeting. I was never thanked, of course, she did it all herself. Dick used to constantly hive people off at openings and take them into his studio and show his work over drinks he had stashed. Jacky was pregnant and I was teaching more or less full time. Dave was threatening my legs; I'd had enough, time to move on.