Not a fan of modern art

So is the unmade bed and the picture featuring elephant droppings that were exhibited in last year's Turner Prize.

I might as well enter my desk top, there's just as much rubbish on it.

This week I was attracted by an exhibit "Carcass" in the foyer of Leigh Library - a beige Vauxhall Astra crushed into a ball and rocking, which was once the artist Steve Hollingworth's own dream machine.

Curiosity led me to the Glaswegian's exhibition Somanomaneon in the Turnpike Gallery.

Apart from a glowing chair the show was made up of a video film of the artist trundling an illuminated 601 on a wheel around the streets.

I stood alone contemplating this video art which was projected onto a gallery wall.

Apparently the 'masterpiece' was the result of his recently completed one year residency in Japan. It is supposed to explore themes of travel and transcendence.

It just reminded me of the days when we got our fun with a tyre and a stick.

I'm sorry but I could only stand a few minutes. I had to give up - but that's apparently where I made my mistake.

By the exhibition were newspaper crits and comments left by members of the public.

Half a dozen thought it interesting, one excellent, and one believed the film hypnotic and that it was good the gallery offered the people of Leigh something different. Northing wrong with that.

One critic said "It would be easy to miss the point of this exhibition and leave to soon. Just on a negative note, the filming of the video could be more professional with less wobble. At times it made me feel queezy."

It made me feel sick that artists can get away with murder and make a living.

I'm afraid it did nothing for me, or staff I spoke to who'd had to view it since the beginning of December. But then it's a good job we're not all the same.

Fifty people turned up to hear the artist speak on his work last week.

Get along and see for yourself. It's in situ for another week.