Why would you be interested? I wasn't. Then I read Ian Skidmore's biography of Sir Kyffin Williams, the great Welsh artist, which is so rich in incident and wit that I found myself resenting those irritating breaks for sleep and food. Kyffin was gifted, entertaining, eccentric, and humorous. So too is Skidmore, which does make you suspect that there must be an introduction agency for such people. They can't just bump into each other, can they? Apparently so. Skidmore, an acclaimed writer-reporter and broadcaster, as well as a close friend, is exactly the man for the job: as a reporter with a sure ear for the revelatory phrase, he's interviewed all those who knew Sir Kyffin. It's the asides that make it for me. Like the Anglesey farmer who was disappointed when the artist had problems doing his portrait. "Everything's going wrong," he said. "My motor is broke down,my tractor's big end is gone, my milling machine won't work, and now you can't paint my face." Those who know Skidmore's writing won't be surprised by his usual sublime touches..."from 1970 until his death, honours gathered like swallows on a wire." Best of all, the whole book glows with Skidmore's love, respect and admiration for his friend. It made me sorry I never enjoyed the pleasure of the two of them together. Luckily, the book does that for us., and what a joy it is.