Art and why Bristol has none.

Yesterday I decided to attend the Bristol graduate show.

Here are a few examples of what you didn't miss.

Dwindled all your student loan on drugs and festival tickets? don't worry, Argos now sell contemporary art.

Just realised that fine art wasn't the cop out you hoped it would be? Don't thret, just stick a giant cock on whatever you do. At least you did something different.

Throughout the densely visually polluted disgrace remained a few hidden gems.

A pair of academic copies of famous works by the artist L.S Lowry. Smart, simple, effective.

This piece was very ingenious. It consisted of three floating circular disks that had live projections of techicolor tea being poured into tea cups with sound effects.

This huge piece featured 25 pictures of the artist with 25 different penises on his head. This piece was a true marvel, the best the show had to offer. It's very Tracy Emin just without the dirt.

This piece baffled me, it begs the question, how on earth did this Artist convince 25 of his friends to pose for this picture?

Perhaps we will never know.