I am in Tate Modern members bar on a gloomy grey November day. I spot a spare table and a good subject. The woman is writing in a large book and looking rather crossly at a small child at the next table who I suspect is interrupting her thought flow. Andrew brings coffee and sits down- right in front of the subject. After obvious signalling, which I am sure she is aware of, he moves to my right. I carry on drawing as he then begins to take photos by placing his phone camera at the level of my eyeline. I am becoming irritated and our conversation starts to take a turn........When I look back at the writing woman I realise I know her. We leave swiftly.
