Earlier this week I attended a vast party thrown by Tim Storrier in Bowral to celebrate his and his twin sister’s 70th birthdays. 150 were present and I kept meeting people who, like me, had aged sufficiently to be almost unrecognizable. Was that really that formerly handsome young man called Pat something-or-other and his wife?

Sic transit gloria mundi and all that but Tim has surely earned his success as a painter selling largely to appreciative private buyers and far too seldom to the bodies which control the public purse.