I love painting.

I studied art and photography at school. News flash: my drawing was okay, my painting too impatient, and my darkroom skills lamentable.

Also, I often go to galleries and, among my favourite haunts always have a few go-to pieces that I meditate on. (I’m looking at you, David Davies … no, not the politician.)

I guess my love of visual arts is understandable. After all, my sister Liza is a talented painter; and my youngest has the ability to become one. Still, I never thought anyone would ever paint my portrait.

It’s a strange feeling now someone has captured my likeness. Not only that, they’ve driven it up the Hume and entered it in the Archibald Prize this morning.

Hope it makes the cut.