Being in my twenties sexuality seemed to be on my mind a lot. Elizabeth was in a Feminist group that met at my studio occasionally. I was told to piss off to the pub when they met.

Intellectually I was all for feminism but at the same time I was quite prepared to shag anything that moved.

On the shelf were various bits and pieces I can't remember and a small relief of the three graces. The sexy little minxes.

The panel had a crossed out autobiography, another page three girl and an arse sticking out. I was quite proud of the modelling.