Says the man with an 'elasto-pussy' who if some of us on here are led to believe by others has been a ******* nightmare pre and post op.
You do hold a certain status with me that few are afforded, in that if you have the slightest reason to be even remotely offended about absolutely anything at all that is proffered up on these forums as a topic of valid discussion you, will usually submit a 3-5 word statement of abject denegration, with nothing else to support it. You embody and typify the poor attitude and bearing of the trans-gender community, petal, it isn't the rest of the worlds fault that you would have preferred an 'inny' as opposed to an 'outy', cheer up!
(******* moaning old Queens get right on my waxed and spray tanned tits .. )!
A few months ago I went to his workshop in Gloustershire for an interview to become his Logistics Manager. Strange place and a strange set-up.
In my research, all I could find out about the complex was the locals complaining about the stench of rotting carcases for his shark, cow, sheep, etc. works. I found myself sniffing a lot during the interview. I was testing the air, they probably thought I was caneing the Charlie! I didn't get offered a second initerview with The Man!
He might have £215m, whether he's worth it must be a moot point.I think his latest publicity stunt is the same as the rest. His 'art' was summed up for me by a story I read about when he and Marco Pierre White fell out after opening a restaurant together (Pharmacy?). Apparently there weren't quite enough of the artist's 'spot paintings' to go all the way around the walls, wanting to maintain the theme the chef just knocked up a few of his own... I'm sure he wouldn't have been able to do that if his business partner had been Canaletto.
I can only guess. The local council are jut clutching at straws and trying to revive the town. 90% of the visitors are about 90 years old so I can see them being well impressed with this so called "Art" it's pretentious shit just like the Artist IMHO.
It's mordern art dahhling. Of course plebs don't get it. One has to have a certain sense of je ne sais quoi don't you know.
I once had the dubious pleasure of being taken to the tate modern by an ex girlfriend. Some of the stuff was pretty clever but most was garbage, in some cases quite literally.