On the same day as Lehman Brothers – the world's fourth largest investment bank – went belly up, controversial artist Damien Hirst made a record £70.5m from an auction of his pieces at Sotheby's.

Hirst, whose 'artistic' forte is to dice up an animal and plonk it into a tank of formaldehyde, must be laughing all the way to any bank which isn't on the brink of bankruptcy.

It beggars belief who buys his gilt framed garbage – I always thought artists had to have a little bit of talent with a paint brush or a chisel.

At least the man behind the previous record for a sale dedicated to a single artist, Pablo Picasso, is acknowledged by most the world as being an artistic great.

But on Meltdown Monday, someone with more money than sense thought a shark or a sheep in a tank was worth millions of their hard-earned cash.

No doubt he or she didn't spare a thought for the thousands of workers who were losing their jobs at the same time as the hammer was falling in the auction room. Or that they may be better donating their money to charity or other good causes, I doubt it.

While myself and my colleagues at the Diss Express work hard to bring you, our readers, all the latest news, I am pondering whether to call Sotheby's and ask them if they would be interested in selling my art – my cluttered desk – as a few million would improve my bank balance no end.

After all if Hirst and co can flog any old rubbish and claim its art, why can't we?