I went to the Tate in Liverpool the other week. If I was a stand up comedian I would have got a wealth of new material.
That stuff is beyond a joke. Not even the greatest standup in the world could make material from it.What I want to know is, who do I call when I drop a pot of tomato soup on the kitchen floor? I could pay for an entire new kitchen with the proceeds.
The more garbage like that I see passing for "art" the more depressed I get that I'm useless with a paintbrush. Still, there is caffiene, weekends and pastels.. I'll show 'em yet
I went to the Guggenheim in New York when I first visited, many years ago. Lovely building. The star 'exhibit'?A chicken-wire igloo covered in pitta bread painted blue. I walked out, and went to the zoo instead. And least the monkeys weren't aware they were flinging their own poop around...
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