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From: Vest O'Pant Category: Art Date: 01 December 2009 Time: 02:24 PM Review: The idea of Cinderella is not as old as those "specialist authorities" from the Royal Holloway, the Metropolitan University or some other desperate institution only too glad to mouth off on Women's Hour radio with chief glum amazon Garvey about the provenance of fairy tales in gender studies....belch (beg y'pardon Sir Toby) and just as Prince Charming searched the town with nought but a glass slipper, like a spreading ripple so too the analogy could serve to illustrate the burning optimism of youth, ever hopeful that the tsunami upon which they surf will not in the end, ditch them into the shallows. Like a big wave running through the populace "youth" is longer for some individuals than others although it's chief characteristic is that it coarses momentarily through every individual deserting them in dull adulthood or death. Since Elvis Presley this "moment" has been milked for its rich rewards apparently by both adult and youth, but realistically by the knowingness of adulthood. Rock and Roll infatuated the young Iraqi from Baghdad until bitten by Nigella at which point the music stopped and the custard grew thicker. The market value of youth lives on in the desire to be Damien, unlike Simon Cowell, Saatchi chooses to operate from behind a curtain represented by the marchioness of ramsgate and Byam Shaws answer to Patrick Moore. Gravitas is manufactured as if life depended upon it....but of course Life does depend upon being validated, how else could Jedward have got through to the finals ? The positive thing is that no-one I really care about is involved, I was a huge fan of Collings and actually he could easily be redeemed since a Plaice does actually live in Shallow Water. Who convinced Tracy Emin that she had such a poor opinion of herself that she needed to be Danni Minogue to the Cheryl Cole of the Barbican ? I mean....Tracy can actually do good stuff, she really doesn't need to flail around in this murk, none of them need too, none of them ought to but the custards burning and tonight three thousand soldiers are preparing for war.