To say I was sorely disappointed is an understatement.

I was actually enraged at it, most of it shared a couple of traits: it was mostly childish and felt rushed.

All the art pundits can say whatever they want, invoke conceptualism as much as they wish, the fact is that the thing hanging in the wall is just a quick squibble with a black pen.

And to all the guys insulting Christianity, for goodness sakes, get over it, you are not hip or edgy, you are just intellectually lazy, all this Jesus bashing is getting rather boring to be honest.

There were around 10 pieces that were genuinely interesting, and only one I would think is the work of genius, I'll check my notes and see what I find on the web later.

The explanation of all this madness came later in the form of a newspaper article read over a slice of four seasons pizza. The art market in London is booming. If the dotcom bubble thought us something is that during bubbles a lot of stuff of dubious quality can be sold like if it was gold dust. I am thinking about Demian Hirst and his £600000 dots. Although I can understand people banking on this I would expect that more artists with a grain of truth inside them would have been on display.

Another thing that intrigued me is how little there was making reference to the current political situation. Escapism anyone?

I am going o the Affordable Art Fair tomorrow, but I am not optimistic.

Yesterday was diary day or something like that, the British library is going to archive people's diaries written yesterday in a website that was set up for such occasion. I am happy to inform you that my boring day was registered with pedantic detail. May historians find it useful.

I have spent a substantial amount of money in furnishing my flat and it still looks like crap. I begin to believe that there are only two kind of living quarters: those of the normal people and the good ones. If you need to be careful with how you spend your money then you are normal.