Dick did all the negotiation and I wrote up some sort of manifesto and we got the top two floors of the building. I took the huge space rather than partitioning it off because I could afford it. I was working on the buses as a tour guide, thanks to Marian, and was about to fall into the trap I have seen so often. An artist wants a studio to make work and also it feels more professional, in order to pay for it he/she must have a job, if you have a job you have no time to work, apart from evenings and weekends, which feels amateur. In my own defense I must say I was earning more money than I'd ever had in my life, but it was a 24 hour job putting me on the road all round the Isles for up to three weeks at a time. Also, when the tourist season was over I was doing loads of teaching, Wolverhampton, Liverpool and Kingston Poly. plus visits to other places. All this to explain the slightly embarrassing work to follow.