Artists Who Don't Paint Aren't Artists.

I've Not Been An Admirer Of Contemporary Music Since Punk Rock Went Off The Boil In 1977, But Once A Year I'll Listen To 'spiral Scratch' By The Buzzcocks, Or 'hippy Hippy Shake' By The Swinging Blue Jeans. Otherwise, I Can Put Up With Chopin Or Shakuhachi Flute In The Background.

I Did Not Like Prizes At School. I Didn't Like Tests Or Exams, Or The 11+, Or O-levels. Later I Hated B.a.s And M.a.s. The Reason I Hated Them Is That I Don't Like Being Tested, Failed Or Falsely Praised By Anyone.

Being A Fan Of Authentic Dada, I Find Today's Art - What I Call 'bankers' Dada' - Mind-numbingly Dull. The Most Challenging Work I've Seen Of Late Is By The British Art Resistance. Their Document, 'a Call For Heroes In An Age Of Cowards', Is Apt In These Days Of Witless Chancers.

Bowie And Mccartney Arrived, And The Biscuits And Caviare Started And I Left Immediately. I Don't Like Shouting Across Rooms, With People In Shiny Suits Who Look Like Used-car Salesmen.

I Coined This Term 'freedom Thru Limitation' Back In The '90s Because I Was Sick Of Art Being Treated Like Pop, Because Of This Boring 'anything Can Be Art' Theory.