Mrs. Monk's Would-be Diary, should have been written by Mrs. Monk, since she is the "Writer" in the family. However, since she is a writer only in the conceptual sense, I have undertaken to fill these pages on her behalf. If not by her, these pages will certainly be about her, and other important matters of the day
7-Mar 05 Matisse and Little Britain Matisse at the Royal Academy was proceeded by half an hour of undemanding tennis with Mrs Monk. Consequently I found myself in the Royal Academy half dressed in Tennis kit feeling slightly embarrassed, waiting for the lift alongside other art lovers who were dressed in Armani, and fur and black designer chic. These people were in serious art appreciation mode. The lift arrived and a full load of twelve unlikely passengers got on board. Mrs Monk spontaneously invited all passengers to join her in a group hug. The stiff upper lips dissolved into nervous smiles. As we walked around the gallery, we found ourselves running into the same passengers who had recomposed their stiff upper lips. Mrs Monk found it entertaining to embarrass me by adopting mindless Little Britain voices and catch phrases. "I don't like that" she would announce ostentatiously, when a stiff crowd of admirers were doting on this wonderful painting, for example. I worry when life imitates art.