A couple of days after launching our very first exhibition Popular Front we went to an opening somewhere in London. After a while we were approached by a chap with a moustache, carrying a bulging brown briefcase.
“I see that you have an exhibition … I may be able to find the time to go and see it” he announced.
“Fine” we replied.
He looked surprised and walked off.

A few of weeks later we were at an opening somewhere in London when he approached us again saying:
I’m awfully sorry but I didn’t get the chance to visit your exhibition.”
“That’s all right” we replied “we are making another one in a couple of weeks’ time.”
He looked surprised and slightly annoyed, and walked off.

After the launch of our second show we were at an opening somewhere in London when he came over to us again.
“I see that you are doing another exhibition … is it still on, I don’t think I will have time to see it” he said
“It doesn’t matter” we replied “we will be making another one in a few weeks’ time.”
He looked surprised and annoyed, and walked off.

Following the opening of our third show we were at an opening somewhere in London. Once again, he came over.
“I see that you have another exhibition … how do you manage to make the work?” he wanted to know
“It’s the same work, we just move it around … or show a different version.”
He walked off.

The next time we saw him he said:
“I saw your work through the window of a gallery on Camberwell New Road while I was waiting for a bus the other evening.”
“We hope you didn’t miss your bus” we replied.
He looked angry and walked off.

Someone came over and, having observed this exchange, said:
“He’s the only exhibition officer in London working for the Arts Council who really cares about contemporary art.”

Sometime later, following the launch of our next exhibition we were at an opening somewhere in London when he approached us once again.
“I see that you are doing yet another exhibition” he exclaimed.
“That’s right” we replied “but don’t worry if you can’t get to see it because we will soon be making another one.”
“Do you know who I am?” he exclaimed angrily.
“Well … you obviously know who we are.” we replied.