I'm the boy in red in this painting:

http://www.robertlenkiewicz.org/image/view/649/_original

I have two memories of the sessions. Firstly I was very relieved that he had not included my pimples. Secondly I remember his inviting me to his funeral - whenever that was to be - in order to piss into his open grave. I told him that I had trouble getting going when stood at a urinal next to another man, and predicted that the same difficulty would be inevitable in front of a large group of mourners. Nevertheless he stressed the invitation.