I love Clive Crook's opening paragraph:
I am a huge admirer of Damien Hirst. Not of the art, which is rubbish, but of the sheer productivity and exuberance he brings to his life's work of fleecing rich idiots. "Oh Damien, you're a genius. Screw me over again." "Why not," he says, munching a bacon butty.
Good luck to the man, I say. If he can find idiots prepared to pay gazilions for his rubbish, he'd be crazy not to keep at it.
