I'm looking forward to my visit next Wednesday evening to the private view of Damien Hirst's new show courtesy of my Tate Modern membership.
In today's London Evening Standard art critic Brian Sewell condemns the exhibition as "shiny shit."
Having seen quite a bit of Hirst's work - including the pieces he assembled for his Sotheby's auction a while ago - I expect to come to the same conclusion.
But unlike Sewell, I would rather smile than frown. I feel the well-polished turd is not always to be sniffed.
Indeed I would rather see the Emperor's new clothes every time rather than his shrivelled crown jewels.
But I do have serious reservations about Hirst's use of live butterflies.
"Even before the exhibition opened these creatures were fluttering exhausted on the gallery floor, denied anything that resembles their natural habitat," writes Sewell.
He asks, reasonably, for a response from the RSPCA and concludes: "All who care for living things should boycott this exhibition."
I'll make up my own mind on Wednesday.