Some people in the art world bemoan the hedge fund millionaires spending freely to acquire ostentatious displays of wealth and coolth for their giddily chic designer duplexes. Others bemoan art being treated as a commodity. But most of the bemoaning is because the art world is stuffed full of bemoaners, bemoaning about everything.

I have asked to have no funeral, and no memorial service. I hate other people's and would certainly not appreciate my own.

I have never cared enough about money to worry about spending it, and have been fortunate to make enough to be spoiled rotten.

I have spent too long being able to manipulate the answers I want from market research to rely upon its findings any more than I do weather forecasts.