Lunch at the invitation of Karen Wright of Modern Painters. She has commissioned a cover from Tracey Emin. ‘The first cover we’ve ever commissioned,’ she says proudly. Unfortunately Tracey’s contribution is an embroidered square reading ‘Fuck Modern Painting’. Karen is distraught. Her husband says he’ll leave her if she puts it on the cover. W. H. Smith will refuse to stock it. I really can’t understand her pusillanimity. If you commission from Tracey Emin, this is what you get. Anyway, it’s rather colourful and sweet and quite a good joke.