Monday, 22 October 2007
(Damien Hirst)I was hitching in France when I did the vendange. And an estate car, a Citroen of some kind, pulled up with the whole family in. I couldn't speak French and they couldn't speak English. And there was no way I could fit into the fucking car, I don't know if you've ever tried hitching in France, but you can never get a lift; it's impossible. Anyway, this car pulled up and it had, like, mum, dad, kids, grandparents- the whole family. fucking packed. And they leaned out of the car and said things to me in French, and I spoke things back to them in English. And in the end they gave me a tomato. Just handed me a tomato out of the fucking car. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever got given in my life. They didn't pull up to give me a lift. I didn't know what the fuck was going on. But they gave me this tomato. And they drove off. And I was left on the side of the road with a tomato. What was going on there? If they'd give me a can of Coke, I would've thought, thank you, and I would have drunk it, and it would have been fine; I wouldn't have been thirsty any more. But they gave me a tomato. I swear to you. The most delicious thing I ever tasted.