Wife Nigella's fame just too hot for Saatchi
The formerly anti-social art collector has now turned into an energetic attention-seeker, writes Ruth Dudley Edwards
'If, like me," wrote Charles Saatchi in Bubble, a book of essays he published last spring, "you have many reasons to be less than secure and self-assured, and like me, you are far from stable even on your best days, don't for a moment imagine a psychotherapist will be of more help than a physiotherapist."
That's a pity, for if ever a chap needed help to sort out his head, it's Saatchi, the one-time recluse who in recent years has been showing an increasing need to reveal himself to the public.
It's just two months since the publication of photographs of the staggeringly successful advertising mogul – who turned the dross of the conceptual art he favoured into gold – grabbing his wife Nigella Lawson by the throat in a Mayfair restaurant. (Incidentally, if you're searching for evidence that the world is mad, you might like to know that, since then, diners are allegedly queuing up to sit at that fateful table and photograph themselves.)