3. Art teachers.
It was my art teachers who, on seeing this poor shy little kid, helped me pave the way to where I am today. But much to their dismay I transferred to third year ‘Mary Baker’ cookery classes thinking of muffins instead of art, I decided to be a chef, so avoiding that thick gooey stuff they called paint, and brushes that I later used as pastry glazing tools!
But later in 1962, and thanks to one of those teachers, I sat an exam as a scholarship entrance to art school, passing with flying colors, if you’ll pardon the pun. It took me to a new level and I began my stint at Rochdale College of Art with my best friend Mike Wood. Our days were filled with lunches of chocolate bon bon’s in the musty old corridors of the college, and creating very little art except for rude little drawings of the professors. But it wasn’t to last long because on one sad weekend my good friend Mike took his own life. College life was never be the same so I walked out and I never went back……
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