It’s a miserably damp Monday morning. I am at Tate Britain with my friend Ruth Dudley Edwards to see the Stuckists demonstrate outside the 2012 Turner Prize exhibition.
Ruth is about to publish her latest crime fiction novel, a keenly-anticipated satire on the contemporary British art scene (Killing the Emperors, 26 November). We’re intrigued to discover what happens when the Art Establishment comes face-to-face with some of its most impassioned critics.
But, today anyway, it seems the drizzle and low grey skies have put a dampener on things. With visitors to the gallery more concerned to get out of the rain than argue about the nature of Art, the mood is low-key.
Ruth and I congratulate the Stuckists on their resilience and head for shelter and coffee.