I was newly thrown out of Hornsey College of Art, in 1968, when I rang my mother to tell her I had a job working with Heroin addicts. ‘Oh’, she said fumbling, ‘but it’s not art is it?’ No, it wasn’t art, but at that time in line with contemporary cultural thinking, I adopted a very liberal definition. Up until the age of nineteen and the occupation at Hornsey I hadn’t conceived of anything else besides painting and drawing in my life. From the occupation onward, I saw ‘Art’ as self-indulgent. In fact, it became a secret vice which was stronger than me and throughout my life I have not actually been able to stop producing it. My ‘art’ has included, photography, poster design and printing, ceramics, the odd painting, woodcuts, some collage work a few drawings and some computer graphics. My consistent output between 1974 and 1993 of political posters are in the Victoria and Albert Museum and my theatre posters for the Half Moon Theatre are in the University of London Theatre Museum. A wide range of my work is in the International Institute of Social History in Amsterdam. Now, in my late fifties, I look at the artwork of my closest friend and wish that I had stayed at it and become an Artist. ‘No’, I might now have said to my mum, ‘nothing else, is art, is it?’