“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


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!