Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Friday, 15 April 2016
In the flesh
Outside, an important-looking art removal lorry with a code number for helicopter tracking is taking away the huge Grayson Perry murals which have been hanging up for over a month now. Amazingly (and possibly shamefully), I never got round to walking the 200 feet over the road to go and see them. Should I feel guilty?
I quite like Grayson Perry as a person - or personality - and I grew to admire him after he delivered the Reith Lectures for the BBC a short while ago, but I am in no way very keen on his art. Many people probably made special trips from miles away to see it all, but I could not be bothered to walk over the road. Now I am making myself feel very guilty. The back of the silver truck is being winched into place, and I am just about to wave goodbye to Grayson.
I waved goodbye to Craigie Aitchison recently as well. That painting which was lent to us by the woman in Burford had to be returned, so we took it down from the wall where it has been living for almost a year, and took it in the car to her. She cannot seem to sell her cottage so may need to sell the Craigie instead. I think it is worth about £40K, which will be handy - for her. She found out that the reason she cannot sell the little cottage in the isolated part of Oxfordshire is probably because she has a convicted murderer as a neighbour. A very close neighbour. I tried to console her by pointing out that it was better to have a convicted murderer as a neighbour than an unconvicted one, but it didn't seem to help. It's like Ambridge out there.
I personally know people who have lived in Bath for almost as long as I have, who have never got around to visiting the Roman Baths. I suppose their excuse is that they have been there for a couple of thousand years, so can wait a few more. Meanwhile, thousands of tourists come from all over the world, just to visit them. Strange.
Green Eyes went to see Billy Elliot the Musical in London as a birthday treat a few days ago. She loved it. She came here and showed us some snippets of it on the computer, and I have to say I was very impressed with the boy's dancing. She said his dancing was not as good as the boy who played B.E. in the performance that she saw, so they obviously have a load of highly talented, 13 year-old dancers waiting in the wings for their 15 minutes of fame.
When the clips came to an end, Green Eyes said, "There you are. Now you don't have to go to London to see it".