Dr. Mountain was captain of the British Men's Aesthetics team until the late 80's, when in protest at Thatcher's neglect of the Arts, he sent back his medals (Manilla envelope, A4; black type, sans serif; second class stamp; deliberately did not use postcode, as a statement).
He has appeared on Vox Populi.
He does not intend to go swimming on the 3rd of July.
The furore around the now-infamous events at Dr. Mountain's acceptance of the Persil has gone down in Art History quicker than Francis Bacon on a rent-boy. He appeared on the dais with a primus stove and saucepan of hot water, blanched Art's most valuable parsley for over an hour, and then HANDED BACK the now-grey sprig with the admonition: only this is worthy of my genius.
His success was assured, and as such, his output dropped to nothing. He is still working on his colour opera (using the Russians theory of Chromaticity) "Three shades of grey". The players are all in one shade and the background in another. The third is the denouement; "a greyus ex machina." according to sources.