I’m so often not gatecrashing a GSA@GFT Friday Event, that when I do it’s like being a student again, except a really unfashionable and guileless one – with boring hair.

Bruce bumbled along, his tales of meeting beautiful, mysterious & wise women at the art school reminiscent of Alasdair Gray’s and every other guy of progressing years who couldn’t believe their luck (zzzzzz…) didn’t get me off to a good start. But there was a great story about a fuming Beuys installing in Venice and the day being saved by Bianca Jagger hanging Warhol in transformative order – you can read this in his new book I expect. Pose Band and potato painting my highlights.

Seriously, the women were wild…