This chap Banksy does some amusing stuff…there is probably nothing in my own silly – postmodern – quantum view of western culture that inspires blacker despair than those gypsy-train “starving-artists” $5 and up! oil painting conventions that blow into town each spring (apparently the “season” for culturally nihilist consumer impulses) and set up shop in only the most depressingly (un)lit, stained and torn banquet halls that tier-five hotels can offer….

oh, I am such an elitist snob, I know. But don’t worry, I hate myself for it

See the rest of his stuff here.