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Grays School of Art.

Where?

Exactly.

Aberdeen, Scotland. An already thoroughly miserable city with what is probably the worst art institution in the UK. Utterly toxic environment with unpleasant tutoring staff possessing no comunacation abilities (which is just as well considering they have no talent or advice to impart).

I never made it to the end of my degree, I was the whipping boy of the year. My tutors singled me out & ridiculed me in front of the other pupils. Only girls in my class got on & I don't need to say in what way.

After leaving in a severe depression, I tried to join other institutions using my own money. I was actively blocked by my former tutors. I know this because one of my interviewrs took me aside, out of earshot of others, & growled "I have friends at Grays... ".

Eventually, I avoided any association with the dump & got on a lot better. Got some decent grades behind me in new media technology which opened doors.


I now work on Game Of Thrones, among other things.


Fuck. You. Grays.