Selling contemporary art seemed an obvious choice in 2011 when I was:

a. hit with the news I couldn’t apply for the Army Legal Service down to the recession and

b. I was recovering from a significantly broken back and had to find a new line of work.

Not content with spending the rest of my life in an office a friend and I embarked on transforming a large and slightly knackered old lorry into a chic travelling fine art gallery (it looked chic, but it was not reliable).

We would sell contemporary art (my friends part of the bargain) out the back of a lorry at all the premier horse racing and countryside events (my part of the bargain).

What could possibly go wrong. Quite a lot actually.