A collection of Damien hirst "Art" fetches 70 million quid odd at sotheby's Therefore proving two things 1. Money cannot buy taste 2. The human as a species is fundamentally stupid and open to suggestion, if it's somehow percieved as "cool" and those that just simply don't like it are derided as philistines who "dont get it" then the price tag goes up. Personally I wouldn't hire the c unt to paint my lounge, and I think his "work" is samey and lacking any interesting points of merit, I've seen better presented jars of pickled herrings in Tesco's. but then I'm a philistine, and I don't get it... not just him, but "Art" in general Indeed, on a visit to the national portrait gallery, the most remarkable thing I saw was the acres of beautifully laid and polished wood floor, and wondered to myself how long it would take a troop of Junior Leaders armed with a tin of yellow wax and 2 floor bumpers to sort out... oh and apparently there were some pictures or something. to me, if it's not "functional" then it's a waste of f ucking space. But then, I am an empty and joyless being. I can't help being drawn to the very funny and utterly true Harry Enfield sketch from this weeks show, http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=bTW4kDaWogw One born every fackin minute. Fair play to Hirst himself he's cottoned on to the fact he could wipe his arse on a napkin, and open it out like a big brown shitty butterfly and some mug would buy it for eleventy squillion pounds.