Unfortunately, from the looks of things, at least some of it may be mine, however.

A trip to the Tate Modern is enough to convince you that things have gone too far in the art world. My company sponsors events at the Modern, not one of which I would cross the street for.

The Turner Prize is a standing joke here. Moulded faeces seems to be the flavour of the day, to abuse a term. I just think it's a load of sh.. - er, oh, well, it is!

Damn.