That’s the question my good friend Mr. White and I asked ourselves as we explored his latest exhibition, “82 Portraits and 1 Still Life”, at the Royal Academy.

Definitely not Jacob Rothschild:

*strikes name off list*

*strikes name off list*

Quite possibly Celia Birtwell:

Sparkly eyes = sparkly conversation

Sparkly eyes = sparkly conversation

Certainly Rita Pynoos:

Matriarch FTW.

Matriarch FTW.

And cheeky Barry Humphries is most welcome:

Do come in, sir.

Do come in, sir.

It’s a fun exhibition, if you like Hockney, which I do. (If you don’t, you’ll probably hate it.)

Then we went to Camden and found rather a fine craft shop called Slanchogled near Chalk Farm station.

Crafty in Camden

Crafty in Camden

(I have no idea how to pronounce that.)

They have two floors of crafty goodness – a good and unusual broad selection of kits, books and supplies.

Down in the basement

Down in the basement

I’ll be back.

We had lunch and a little explore around Proud Camden:

Proud Camden

Proud Camden

Where I distracted Mr White from purchasing a sparkly 80s bomber jacket. (He knows better than that.)

Then we built sandcastles at Camden Beach on top of the Roundhouse.

Doesn't quite meet building regulations.

Doesn’t quite meet building regulations.

They weren’t very good, so we sat in the sunshine and chatted instead. (Any excuse for a gossip.)