I was forced to watch the wedding, well not exactly forced, but all I kept hearing from the living room when I was painting was ‘Oh my god’ and ‘that’s amazing’ and general gasps and ooooohhhs. How is a nosy person supposed to cope with that?
In the end, I gave up and watched the damn thing.
Posh smile, you’re on telly. Even my sketch as a slight, tiny little smirk.