Sebastian Fellows, generally regarded as the greatest artist of our times has called me over to the new centre of his operation. Orcadia, the archipelago that most associate him with has proved too obscure a location to operate from. He tells me, 'do not listen to The Simon Park Orchestra', the truth lies not at eye level nbut under our feet, above us. His work has made navel gazers in a cul de sac of the European avant Garde. It is with tearful regret that I have to accept his civil partnership with snooker legend Neal nFoulds. His commentry brought new spice to this years World Championship yet the career of a sportsman is nothing to Fellows. The superinjunction Foulds took out to prevent the world knowing of his and Fellows relationship took one hell of a twittering. Fellows has never hidden his sexuality though the tough, manly world of Snooker seems unready for this.
It seems only yesterday that I and Sebastian walked through Clun looking at his new studios. The Sun Inn had but one double room left so after sinking 7 pints of the local brew we reclined in the bridle suite. Nothing untoward took place I would like to reassure Foulds. My and Fellows connection is based on art, furniture and design. Foulds love is for the green baize, the clack of the balls, the angles and pockets.
Though Fellows had nursed his mother through the later stages of cancer he seldom took a day off design. The 'Floral Immoral' works are evidence of this. Dieing in the Living Room, a piece we collaborated on will stand the test of time.
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