I spent many years being dragged through art galleries, looking at paintings and discussing the subtle influence of impressionism in the colours, or the fantastic reference to the Oedipus myth through the use of the mother. Many years studying Austen and Bronte. I have to admit something to you – I don’t care. I don’t care about the layers of meaning in a pretty picture, or the influences on great literature. The most interesting thing about Dali is that he was actually impotent, hence all the melting clocks, and his wife slept her way through half the famous artists of [...]