I was interviewed last night by John Tusa about what I was expecting to be my time at the Royal Academy, but turned out to be at least as much about the National Portrait Gallery, where he was one of my Trustees, and the National Gallery in between.   I had forgotten how many memories lurk not far below the surface which John was unexpectedly successful – probably as unexpected to him as to me – in resurrecting.   We never quite got to my time at the Royal Academy.   It probably needs twenty years passage of time to digest and then emerge half cooked from my subconscious.