I've been writing a lot lately, if not always here. Some proof of this assertion: me in the NS on Charles Saatchi's utterly inconsequential, occasionally quite funny self-outing (leading to the side issue of: when forced at gunpoint between Saatchi and Bourriaud, what would you choose?) and in BD, attempting tentative first drafts of a critique of the new suburbanism, of which Geoff Shearcroft's Thames Valley celebration promises to be both one of the more interesting and, as they say in proper academia, 'problematic' manifestations.
