It's my motorbike racing Dads fault that the revs and smells of 2 stroke engines and guys in leather are a pleasure to my visual and nasal senses and recently I've had reason to remember a time in my life when I was given, by him, an opportunity to make a big choice with my life.
When I was 12 years old he offered me one of two things:
A racing kart with an engine or a Raleigh 2000 bicycle
&immediately after I'd chosen the fecking bicycle I just knew I'd made the wrong decision.
Yesterday that feeling of regret which I've carried with me throughout the whole of my life reared it's ugly head when I was introduced, at the opening of The Art Station Gallery, to Ireland's most famous and ever-so glamorous Rally Car Driver Rosemary Smith.
&Yes, that's my painting of Grace Kelly hanging on the Gallery wall.
Finished at last.
&if I sell her I just might buy..............A RACING KART