Not going to get immersed in the midden that is the Manchester Gallery debate. I hope the girls have their conversation, I heard their shrill voices calling and that was enough for me, 'here, here, we're over here and we're edgy and relevant and desperate for attention'. What really got my goat is that they rattled Jonathan Jone's cage and we got treated to more of his witty, informed and intelligent reportage. I'm grateful to him to discover that John William Waterhouse is merely 'a kinky old Victorian perv'. Call out the roll Jonathan, Alma-Tadema, Leighton, Godward, Tuke and the rest, give me strength. Here then is one of my all time favourite 'pervs', Henry Scott Tuke. A fine painter, particularly of young men and adolescent boys. Tuke has been recently called out as a 'paedophile' painter. Will all those gleaming buttocks on golden sands start another curatorial conversation. Statements are made in the studio, all good artists have an agenda, and the politics are absorbed in the pigment. Good art has it's own voice, and should be allowed to speak unimpeded by factional and self serving opinion. When I go to a gallery it's to have a conversation with an artist, not an administrator. It's tempting to say to the Manchester girls, curate it, organise it, hang it and then shut it, but that would be rude.