It never ceases to amaze me that in these ‘Hard’ times of ‘Credit Crunch’ that the rich find ever more ludicrous ways to squander their money, and other people get richer.
The very fact that con artist Damien Hirst has made over £110,000,000 from the sale of pickled sharks is mindboggling.
Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate art – even some of the more obscure pieces, but do people not have better or more worthy things to spend money on than buying overhyped tat?
My wife would go mad if I came home having spent £150 on a Nintendo Wii, What would the wife of the person who bought the pickled shark say? At least with the Wii you can wave your remote control around like a lightsaber.
The only saving grace to this story is the disappointment felt that the zebra in formaldehyde above only sold for half it’s expected price, but at over £1M, that wasn’t exactly a snip.
I think this line from Del Amitri’s ‘Nothing Ever Happens’ sums up the hypocrisy of the situation:
While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
For the price of a hospital wing