It is mid-January 2012 and many of us have made the obvious realisation that our New Year's resolution to 'get fit and lose those Christmas puddings is just plain not going to happen. Well, not without that ludicrously expensive gym membership you convinced yourself you should invest in on the first day back from holiday and most likely will stop using in the next few weeks.
Time was when everyone knew their place, and being cultured usually involved having a cut- glass accent and a daddy with deep pockets. You were either a toff, in which case you knew about art history and the classics, or common, where your world wasn't so much a stage, but more of a Shakespearean tragedy.
The arts always get sniffed at when cuts get announced as though defending investment in the arts is somehow ill considered or bourgeois but in making art school and the creative industries inaccessible for today's Alexander McQueens I think we may be in danger of loosing a huge and valuable part of our national identity. Can you put a price on that?