Diary
Waldemar Januszczak: Charles Saatchi’s New Museum, 21 March 1985
“... A boyish 41-year-old, casually smart in a floppy double-breasted suit of indeterminate adman brown, he didn’t look like the devil at all and kept asking me if I minded when he stubbed his cigarettes out in my saucer. Of course I minded. But I wasn’t about to say so, not there, not then. For I was drunk at the time – on the heady alcohol of modern ... ”