“All exploitive art should look like it’s been knocked up at 5am by some wasted bum who once had talent but is now seriously on the slide.”

The Thing

£30.00

It was 1984 and my then wife, Silvana, and I were enjoying a night off from our restaurant business. As usual ‘enjoying ourselves’ consisted of me chugging on a bottle of Jack Daniels while she wanged heavy pots full of Italian food off my head. This night though, took a different turn, for halfway through the mayhem John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’ popped up on the telly.
“Reeky” squealed my wife “what ees thees scary feelm!!??”
“I’m not sure” I replied “and stop talking like that; you come from facking Biggleswade. ”
“You know, Reeky” sighed Silvana “you should paint feelms like this because let’s face it, you’re a sheet cook. ”
Yep, that was one warm moment, and it all came back to me as 33 years later I finally took her advice and painted. . . . . The Thing!