I Love Tracey Emin

The best thing in The Independent most weeks is Travey Emin's "My Life in a Column". Gloriously irrerevent, utterly unashamed and open, there's nothing quite like it. Women traditionally don't write like this:

"It's like wishing your arse smelt of lemon, imagine what lemons would smell like."

(And yes that should be a semi-colon, but still ...)

Unfortunately she's on a subscription system, but you can read the first part of this week's column here.

And if you have somehow managed to avoid her story - it is true she is a media tart of an artist - there's an outline of her career and lots of links here. (And the best of her art is also brilliant.)