OK now I know I said the other day that I’d said my piece about ‘art’? Well, I haven’t finished yet!

I heard a piece on yesterday’s ‘Today’ programme (my favourite morning grey matter stimulation) about a supposed work of art that is about to be unveiled in a London gallery. It’s a tap gushing water for a year.

Apparently the artist wants to highlight the waste of water from dripping taps and leaky pipes. It was reported that this is intended as a strong political statement about our own country’s waste when others in the world have no drinking water. A cause that I fully support. But like this?

This morning, there was a follow-up piece about how Thames Water are planning to sue him for wasting water after one of their people worked out that he will waste millions of gallons of this precious resource himself in his bid to get the problem recognised.

I know it’s not just me appalled by this supposed art, as a string of letters and emails were read out on the subject on this morning’s show too. How utterly pointless this piece of so-called art is. Do people really want to go to a gallery and see such complete nonsense, even if it’s not, in itself, morally wrong? I can’t make up my mind whether I am more disgusted at the ‘artist’ or the strange people who will find this stimulating/appealing/challenging or whatever other ridiculous verb they choose to use to describe such stuff.

Still, I suppose that when you consider that some other recent ‘works of art’ that ‘artists’ have duped a willing and eager public with include Tracey Amin’s unmade bed, her tent embroidered with the names of all her lovers, Damian Hirst’s sheep in formaldehyde, the pile of bricks at the Tate then this is no worse than them in some respects. I wonder if any art lovers realise how Tracey, Damian and the rest are all laughing their way to the bank as I write this. How the monster is created, eh?

The ultimate demonstration of this person’s complete (in my opinion) bonkers-ness is hearing that his last ‘work of art’ was a performance piece where he pushed a peanut (shell-on) for seven miles along a road with his nose. I rest my case – nutty as a fruit cake.

Last year I was doing more 'smoke and mirrors' work.....and loving it. The year before, we were with Mike and Sam, an old friend of DMs and his little boy.