I'm not, it can be said, a lover of modern art. And especially of modern sculpture which seems too often to delight in the grotesquely ugly purely for it's shock value.
But some modern art is just breathtaking - and this is - was, sadly - the epitome of such; Thomas Heatherwick's 'The B Of the Bang':
When it was announced I had some regular trips North planned for work, and I always meant to spend some time to go and see it while I was up there, and see if it really looked as amazing 'in the flesh' as it looked in pictures, posed against the sky like a 3D Lichtenstein cartoon explosion.
But it never seemed to work out.
Sadly, I never got a chance to see it - the build quality failed to match the artist's vision (and isn't that a metaphor for something?) and it was, tragically, sold for scrap. Surely a mistake, because what encapsulates the theory of 'modern art' better than the faint chance it will skewer some random Mancunians?
Next month: Landseer