The lady enquiring was the next door neighbour. I’m fairly sure she was expecting me to answer with ‘fireman’, ‘policeman’, or some other job that would fit the norm for most people. I smiled, looked at her and said, ‘I’m going to be an Artist’.

Well of course, every five year old says that when they have a crayon in their hand and a face covered in colour, but I really did know at that age what I was going to do for the rest of my life. Hence, the next thirteen years of great expenditure on my private boys school education by my parents seemed, even to me, to have been a waste of money considering I knew what I was going to do. Much to the frustration of my parents, and to the very dim view of the teachers that would comment to my folks, “We think he’s bright, but all he wants to do is draw all day and stare out the window at clouds”.