One drunken night in Spitalfields I walked past Tracy Emin on my way to Liverpool Street Station.
I turned and called out “TRACEEE!”.
She looked round and I felt guilty.
“I love all your stuff! I always ‘ave… and you.” I shouted.
She smiled that big beautiful wonky smile of hers and said “Thank you”.
That was the night I learned to love Tracy and all her works.