TS writes:
“Years ago I was at some swanky gallery launch of a ‘serious’ Rolf Harris exhibition. He was signing things at the end but the queue was told ‘no Rolfaroos’, presumably because they were worth something or he wanted to be seen as a serious artist.
“I had an empty birthday card to sign for a friend as I thought a card from Rolf would be funny. As I got to the front of the queue security announced that there would be no more signing. I chanced my arm and told Rolf a horrible lie, pretending I had a sister really ill in hospital and a card from him would make her day. He took my card and drew a full Rolfaroo.
“I felt terrible for years. Until I didn’t.” |