Back in the sixties andy came over to britain; he needed to get away from the lime-light and assassination attempts ('these fifteen minutes of hell' he would call it).
I took him down to Hasting to get away from the pendulum that London had become.
Andy always enjoyed going some place where he could take his wig off and not be recognised.
We often walked on the beach, photographing the fishing boats and talking about shit. One day I said: 'Andy, why don't we do some screen prints in strange colours?'
So we did... That is what it was like back then.