I’ve just been for my first sitting with Catherine Goodman,  the Artistic Director of the Prince’s Drawing School.   She’s been saying for as long as I can remember that she wanted to paint my portrait and made it clear that it had to be now if it is to be included in her forthcoming exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery.  It’s surprisingly therapeutic sitting in an artists’ studio on a Saturday morning, listening to a rather tinny recording of the St. Matthew Passion on her iPod and looking at her collection of drawings pinned up on the wall opposite:  a beautiful drawing of what I thought was a child, but turned out to be a French man in his thirties and a pen drawing of a legionary,  who, from a distance, looked like Patrick Kinmonth.