Getting ditched* via email c'est le suck.
And Milo is not that comforting.
Even by the spoonful.
But here's something about the 2008 Turner Prize that I found interesting. Apparently art-snarking is enough to console me.
It's still why I want to film setting a couch on fire, pelting it with custard and then jumping up and down on the scorched remains. That's sure to get some kind of government grant. And as for the reason for its existence, well, make something up. And the more it sounds like existential bollocks, the better.
*Well, kinda, sorta, mostly, not sure.