Showroom Annual

I detour on the way home tonight to take in the launch of the Showroom Annual. It's a quiet night. I arrive to a few people politely standing in the gallery, so massively overcompensate: start speaking far too loudly, boom an introduction to the entire room, drink down a bottle of beer, sweat profusely, nip to the toilet, run round taking photos, get introduced to Richard Hughes (one of this year's Beck's artists) and his son Gene (above), tell Bridget Crone and Kirsty Ogg how I'm going to sell loads of the Showroom Annual during Beck's and then leave...