I have been thinking more about the film about John Golding’s art. The problem is that John Golding was fundamentally shy. He left only two substantial records of his life. One was an interview undertaken in the 1990s by Elizabeth Cowling, one of his many pupils, for National Life Stories from which, in the film, we inevitably hear only extracts (it is five hours long with one tape currently embargoed). The other is a film of him looking at his paintings at the end of his life with a glass of brandy in his hand. So, it is other people who dominate the film, most especially John Richardson, who turns away from the camera while talking and describes, apparently randomly, how Golding became a drunk at the end of his life. This can’t help but dominate the film.