Drawing ink and watercolour. A man who was selling tat at Tynemouth Market this morning. He had a little book on the stall which I fancied and I asked him how much it was. He said it was £3 so I offered him a pound, which he refused. So I offered him £2 and he still refused. It was only worth 50p. I was fuming. I suddenly remembered the 'hole' curse my grandma had taught me all those years ago. I looked him straight in the eye and recited the curse quietly in Gaelic. This evening the Tynemouth Gazette is reporting a man fell down an open manhole as he left Tynemouth Market this afternoon. I hope it's just a coincidence.......
About the Artist
I was born in 1946. In the 1960s and part of the 70s I was an airman in the Royal Navy, Fleet Air Arm. I joined Durham Constabulary in 1971. In 1999 I retired from policing and began teaching sociology and criminology at Durham University with emphasis on policing and researching crime. I've just…View full profile