As a writer on the arts I’d had a good deal of contact with television companies, but only as a supplier of copy. It took until 2003 for me to complete a short film by myself. This was Day Out, as it came to be called. I had no funds and no cameras, except for one borrowed for an hour on a rainy day. So I produced something almost entirely from animated Photoshop, and every minute took a month to make. It was screened at the ICA in London.

It’s the other video, of me in performance, that interests me more now. Later and better films than Day Out have become an unattainable pipe-dream, given the immensity of resources they demand and the cultural whims of those who control the cash or the screening venues. For my recitals, I need only memories.