Lunchtime Talk

So, brief update. Drag Queen on the payrol which was a small, if not painstaking victory; if you can even call it that. I sadly missed the private view for the exhibition I'd been working on for Diane Arbus and the Tobias twins. This was due to being in Spain for Benicassim where I finally succumbed to harem pants, enjoyed a select few musical acts (without Peter Hook, I might have demanded my money back), and got the closest to a tan I'm ever likely to get. More freckles, pink chest, less blindingly white legs.

Lots more exciting Public Programmes events coming up, including talks by Germaine Greer and Matthew Beresford. Not to mention Vampire Camp, which I am most looking forward to since this was my baby! (Well, I was the babysitter.)

Anyway, this coming Wednesday, in only two days time, I will be delivering one of the lunctime talks at the gallery. I keep convincing myself I am cool, calm and collected but honestly, I'm a little on the anxious side. What if people don't show? What if I get momentary tourettes? What if I actually shit my pants? Please feel free to come but try not to grimace if I nervously guffaw, snort or squeak. I have nightmares about such things.