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Well it’s a bit of a tease, no images, but this period of my life, coming nearer the present day, is bound to be more full of stories. Ainslie Yule and I were becoming friendlier. He had to get out of his studio in Greenwich ( he had a polythene cubicle that he could retreat to when the ice started forming on his eyelashes and his hands turned blue, but that’s not the reason he left, even though he was travelling to Greenwich from Chelsea, he left for the usual reason, redevelopment, see New York, ) I got him some space at City Artists to store the stuff, see Sculptors and other Molluscs, also, I had rented my room at Queens gate to him while I was in Berlin, he was fresh down from the Trossachs then. Also I was teaching more at Kingston Polly as Ainslie was now Head of Sculpture. I was doing two days in Liverpool, a day a week, sometimes two in Wolverhampton and Kingston. So we were becoming matey, he was putting on these exhibitions at the Business School, a far groovier place than you might think, beautiful quadrangle up in Regents Park, class place, and invited me to show, as you do with mates. I don’t think he'd seen the work. It could be that there wasn't any at the time. I can’t put it off.
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