I have a framed tea towel by Grayson Perry that seems to be extoling the virtues of Patience & Humility and asking one to contemplate Grayson's lifelong teddy bear mentor Alan Measles on a motorbike
But when all that runs out
Sitting stoned staring blankly at yet another shrine I have put together for dead friends. This one is dedicated to Sebastian Horsley. He wasn't everybody's cup of tea, nor would he have wanted to be. Even at his very worst he was far more refreshing to behold than a bag of dried leaves in hot water. One afternoon he crept up the stairs in Meard Street Soho, knocked on my door and gave me this lion's skull as it did not interest him.