Day Out to London

Karen Scott

1986

Sheffield 1986. I share a crummy house with friends, with ceilings that fall down. It used to be a hairdressers, so downstairs there's a huge unused room with a wall of mirror on one side which acts as a passageway to the front door of frosted glass and metalwork painted white. Today's the day. Going to see R.D.

R.D. Laing that is. I knew it would come to this, that I'd meet him eventually, having been out with one of his 'clients' for a few years and him having been involved, from a distance. This fits perfectly into my artistic lifestyle of doing nothing, on the dole, in a place with no jobs anyway. Only I don't do nothing, I'm a performance artist and I have a vague shell of a studio space in town, in the aptly named Pitt St. It's all mining and disused cutlery works here, and moans and groans. ... (continues)