I like Grayson Perry. I like his art. I like the way he talks about art. He makes it really accessible to someone like me (whose Art A-Level expired sometime last century). I’ve just been to see his show, Delusions of Grandeur, at the Wallace Collection, where I spent as much time in the shop buying his art (if tea-towels, mugs and key-rings can be called art) as I did in the show. I bought a couple of beautiful mugs, and - after much careful thought and deliberation - anothe

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