With access to pornography and sexualised imagery the subject of intense debate in British society, the British Museum's exhibition on Shunga - Japanese erotic art - couldn't be more timely.
Henry Miller is right. The only way to have consistency is to have joy. Writing is a thankless task if the validity of doing it is dependent on external approval. That's fine if you're JK, King, Mantel, Boyd or Rushdie. The rest of us bottom feeders have to like the taste of crumbs and get a big kick out of small things like the possibility of a feral word.
Last week, a stark-naked Petr Pavlensky hammered a huge nail through his own scrotum, affixing it to the stone pavement in front of Lenin's Mausoleum in Moscow's Red Square. Over Skype this week, Pavlensky and I discussed why he isn't planning any more similar protest stunts in the near future.
Among nature's countless gifts are flowers: in the simple grace of their petals, countless souls have been moved to create. But flowers speak of far more than mere beauty. As the art of ages keenly illustrates, the universal language of flowers has long been used to communicate deeper messages, instantly and wordlessly.
I began the week with jewellery and the doctor and finished in Paris. A year ago I was called by my local surgery to have a health review. I did not go; I did not want to go. So, the doctor rang me and said that if I did not make an appointment and attend I would be struck off their list of patients.
This week, Tate's original building re-opens after a £45million face-lift. Tate Britain is glamorous once more, a temple of cool and contemplation. Tate was a gift to the public from Henry Tate, a sugar baron. He donated his great collection of British art to the nation as well as £110,000 to pay for a new gallery on condition that the state would look after it.
I need a drink but in this country where everyone is happily killing themselves with sugar, fat and salt I'm having a real problem buying a nasty glass of wine, let alone a spicy cocktail. Can you believe it?
The word 'gay' has come to symbolise far too many images of people than what it originally meant. It has become one of the most offensively progressive terms in the English language, where it suggests much more than 'light-hearted and carefree' or simply suggesting the sexual orientation of some men.
Continuing our strong tradition of reviewing the freshest and most interesting art on the streets, here is the recap from the first whole week of November.
Like any brilliant book, 'She Is Not Invisible' included many merits: it made me laugh, it made me cry, but most of all, it made me think.
From homicides to war, the human condition and homosexuality to great achievements, sex trafficking to acid-burning of women, the common thread running underneath these photographs, selected out of over 103,000 entries worldwide, is the deep seated human desire to live out a life of irrevocable dignity.
Dorothy Parker couldn't have said it any better. Writers have quoted and re-quoted her to describe just exactly how they feel about the writing process. No one can blame them. The writing process is as complex as the human brain and it takes so much for it to be perfected.
Literary snobs, the types that actually laugh at Shakespeare comedies, moan something chronic about the popularity of chick-lit, the fact that the genre regularly dominates book charts across the world. There's a reason why these people hate chick-lit, and it's nothing to do with declining standards.
'The energy comes from the drawings. I look to entice a person into the picture, and direct their eye. William Hogarth is my hero. All his work possesses what he called the line of beauty,' he says, drawing a sweeping black 'S' shape upon the studio wall.
It is easy to look on your younger years through a softer lens. We talk of 'those halcyon days'; we tell children 'school days are the best days of your lives'. It is not a natural human trait to live only for today, or to ignore the lure of greener grass.
When I was child my father, Dato Wong Kee Tat, a Chinese-Malaysian philanthropist, instilled in me a deep appreciation of classical music and my childhood and teenage years were steeped in the German canon of Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms and much opera by Rossini, Verdi and Puccini.