After a long trip on the megabus listening to some hilarious London students speaking in very posh accents and then trying to buy drugs over the phone whilst attempting to make themselves sound less muggable by using words like "bra" and "bare good" (no doubt they have been watching East Enders lately and wanted to try some of Phil Mitchell's crack), my Mum and I met p with my good chum Rhiannon and we checked in at the Hilton. The Hilton seemed to be a little confused when Rhi and I checked in for the night at the desk, and when we got to our room and discovered this we realised why:
After we got our glad rags on it was down to the gallery on Cork Street for lots of wine and art! A good mix indeed. There was a brief speech from the lady who organised the exhibition in whihc she explained her aim to give artists an opportunity to both raise money for charity and also to get some exposure in such a well known area of London (we were exhibiting on the same street as William Turnbull and Andy Warhol). Then all of the artists were invited to sign a piece of charity artwork.
I am so grateful to have won a prize, and to have been chosen to take part in the exhibition at all, and even more grateful to Hereford College of Arts for educating me enough to achieve this and to the wonderful Gaz for encouraging me to have a little faith in myself.