I watched the development of a young artist, who performed in a beautiful rotunda shaped room at Goldsmiths College. His art was in the performance/improvisation style, yet there was no doubt in my mind that he would be as big as Banksy soon. His show worked up to the unscripted exclamation ‘And no-one is the enemy of Daniel Wesserstrom’.

I was now of an age to be a mentor to young artists, but would never be a successful one in my own right. I was even slightly jealous of the seven year old red-headed girl spinning around in the room for the sheer joy of it. As I watched, she became a photo in the prospectus with the caption ‘a young student enjoys her fortnightly class’.

Joining the young artist after the performance, we agreed that we would now have to write an essay to prove that, indeed, Daniel Wesserstrom was universally loved. I wasn’t sure I even knew who Daniel Wesserstrom was but wasn’t about to admit it.