I did, however, start to put two and two together. The Prince show isn't quite a retrospective. Important works are not represented, others are over-represented: there are way too many duffedup car bonnets and none of the shiny ones. The artist had selected every work in the serpentine's exhibition from his studio. In other words, none of the work had been sold - yet. And Pinault has been on an extended shopping trip for the new museums he is setting up in Venice. Finally, Prince, it is widely whispered, has just jumped ship, moving from the gallery which built his career, Barbara Gladstone, to Larry Gagosian, who has a reputation for increasing the prices of artists several-fold. The serpentine seems to have become the artist's salesroom. These are the hard new economics of the art world. No use complaining, it's the way things are going, and the art is just as good, I suppose, but I was there before the art world became the playground of billionaires. Contemporary art used to be like rock 'n' roll was back in the sixties. You did it for the love of it and no one made any money. Now it's all private jets, million-dollar price-tags and art babes. Maybe I should stop complaining and just join the party.