A Capital offence

Anyway, Emin has had some craftsman in neon lighting copy a sentence she scrawled (complete with illiterate capitals) and it now hangs in Liverpool's Anglican cathedral. It can be construed as very rude or quite religious - or, in her case, as she is so on-the-edge, as her marketing people tell us, both. See it here if you're curious.

Just a short walk away the Roman Catholic Cathedral is hosting an interesting exhibition about the work of Le Corbusier. It's hard by the Everyman Theatre, where tickets for the Pete Postlethwaite Lear are not to be hard for love nor money. The nearest I got to it was having breakfast at the same hotel as Michael Billington from The Guardian the morning after the Press Night.

Anyway, that's all a typical digression. It just occurred to me that those two cathedrals, both 20th century, are wonderful contributions to England's architectural heritage. But the culture - or rather cultures - they represent is another matter. Which is where the bendibus comes in.

Through a thread started on a Guardian blog cash has been raised for a campaign administered by the British Humanist Society to advertise atheism. See the bus here.

The trouble is that as soon as non-believers start pushing their views they can become as objectionably zealous as the fanatics - I always think of the anti-gay, anti-women members of the CofE as essentially the same as the fundamental Muslims: simply intolerant.

The trouble is I find myself edging that way over cultural matters. It's all nicely packaged - have a look here for yourself - but after the big spider, the Gormley men on the sands (which, like the cathedrals were there before) and the truly wonderful superlambananas, we've seen it all before.

We enjoyed the late night openings of some of the galleries - but mostly because the culture types stayed in the foyers drinking and waiting for various hip musicians to turn up and deign to play and we had the art to ourselves.

But it's come to something when our ten-year-old stands in front of a Picasso Weeping Woman and asks 'Is that the real one?' The word commodifcation springs to mind, whether you're in the Albert Dock or Brindleyplace (frighteningly similar ambience to all this 'regeneration').

A cabbie (formerly of Stratford-on-Avon) wasn't happy about the culture stuff, because all the punters came in coach parties and he had had no extra fares to speak of.

So I want to raise cash to put a slogan on our Metro system (pales beside Merseyside, by the way). My slogan will read 'There's probably no art. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.'

If I could, I have it written on pink neon on the side of a superlambanana - they are probably going to be the lasting and fitting heritage of Liverpool 08.

Pictured is your blogger getting cultural.