I never got how he and most of the rest became the darlings of the British art scene. DD and I went to an exhibition at the Saatchi and the 'shark in formaldehyde' was there, it was all ropey and the liquid it was in looked as if it needed replacing ... I shudder just thinking about it. I'm enjoying envisaging Soop's fantasy. I did have a chuckle at work recently one of our high flying directors took her new, much (much!) younger lover from 'Souf' London, to the TE neon exhibition in Margate to impress him, and he declared it cr*p and walked out
. I can't believe there's a neon masterpiece reading something like 'I love you' in No 10.