So we were returning from a short break and and on the way we decided to take the kids to see the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. Now our children aren’t strangers to museums and art galleries and just a few months ago my 3 year old son spent minutes ignoring an Edwin Landseer (the dogs and horses bloke) painting in favour of watching a bird crap on a window ledge.
Actually I can’t say I blame him there. Sorry Edwin.
So while I’m no art expert I did quite fancy having a good walk and checking out a bit of culture. The park is set in 500 acres of 18th century parkland so a fair bit of excercise is good too.
Here’s a picture of my daughter trying to suss out a Henry Moore 
Her hood is up because, being Yorkshire, it was raining. Actually the first photo I took I couldn’t use because my wife pointed out in a slow ‘Tony’s not very arty’ voice, I’d taken it from the back of the sculpture.
Since the thing seemed to have three tits and two arses on both sides it was a little hard to tell.
But to me that’s the whole point of art – it should be fun, not elitist or somehow restricted. (re: grumpy fart next paragraph)
So we walked around the park, enjoying the pieces, launghing at some of them, me not understanding many but being pretty much in awe of the artisits who created them….
We encountered the grumpy old fart.
I should have known his head was firmly up his own backside when it came to art because he was wearing a black beret (no offence to anyone French reading this) and held a cane he obviously didn’t need for walking.
We were looking at a Sophie Ryder work – a huge hare with a naked woman’s body – and my little boy shouted ‘Daddy that Rabbit’s got a big BUM’, which to be fair it did have.
Beret man turned and did what middle class Englishmen do best – he tutted loudly.
It got my back up immediately but my wife gently led me away before I could say anything to him. We followed him round the next few sculptures talking loudly and generally encouraging the kids to have a good time and not take it too seriously. This was revenge enough but when he slipped in the mud and did a sort of ‘river dance’ as he tried to stay upright it was even better.
I loudly explained to my children that they’d possibly just witnessed ‘performance art’ and we left him to it, but to be honest his attitude bugged me for a while and it took me a bit to understand why.
It’s the elitism of certain things that I hate. No I don’t understand art but I like looking at it and surely that’s the point.
Remember the media experiment where they presented art ‘experts’ with a canvas that had been dabbed with paint by a chimp?
Two of the experts thought it was the work of a genius. Idiots.
So bringing it back around to our biz, I was chatting to one of my mentoring clients the other day who’d hired a techy to sort out a webpage. The techy was pretty scathing towards the webpage, which needed some basic formatting and re-aligning.
But the whole attitude could only be described as ’snotty’ and I advised my student to dump him instantly. He eventually got the job done by a much more approachable and much nicer outsourcer.
The main point here is that the snotty outsourcer will probably be doing small techy jobs for a few hundred dollars for the rest of his career while my student is creating and launching his own product.
Here’s how to put it into perspective…
A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick-boxing
Comments welcome as usual ..
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Then this afternoon…

Hey Tony,
G’day Tony
My desk looks pretty much like yours and I use laptops for the same reasons as you.




Tony Shepherd is an online marketer, writer and publisher.