Saachi Art

There's a TV programme about Saatchi and his so-called art. There was a slim possibilty that I might, just might, have watched it; then I saw the name of one of the judges - Tracey Emin of Unmade Bed fame. A judge? Come off it Saatchi. But when you think about it, it's not all that surprising; after all Saatchi is an advertising specialist not an artist, nor a known critic of art, only a collector. And a collector is someone who collects. Sometimes, as with old books, they turn out to be valuable objects; often they are collected because someone who has no taste at all likes them - as with comics (some of which are now quite valuable I hear).
Saatchi is a fraud. Emin is a non-artist. As for "the shark" - as Robert What'shisname said of it "more praise to the angler, at least he caught the f****** thing" or words to that effect.
I think people are beginning to come round to thinking that a lot of modern art, modern music, modern poetry is really a load of junk. With art, a guy decides to present a made object to the gullible public and he proceeeds to argue about its artistic content - it's the argument that becomes the important feature not the work itself. Poetry is bogged down in free verse and non rhyming lines which often read like prose. Music.... I've done my best to try to listen to some modern music but have now given up altogether; I now feel like the critic who, at a concert where Schonberg was playing one of his 12 tone pieces, got to his feet and said "Stop, stop, that's enough, no more...." and left.
Charles Saatchi - isn't he married to that Lawson woman who is said to be sexy as she cooks (as sexy as a rice pudding in my opinion)? But her food looks good. Perhaps Saatchi should try presenting her dishes as works of art: they look better than The Unmade Bed. You can eat them too!