From [the Henry More Centre], you can stroll through a Perspex walkway to Leeds City Art Gallery, haunt of the teenage Alan Bennett and home to the finest collection of twentieth-century British art outside London. Their online literature encourages visitors to 'read... mingle... chat... laugh'. Personally, I'd have put 'look at some pictures' in there as well but I understand that museums are now so terrified of being thought elitist, so desperate to be 'inclusive', that they have to avoid the unspeakable truth, namely that modern art isn't for everyone. Neither is John Coltrane or Bartók or the ghost stories of Robert Aickman or peaty Laphroaig whisky or English mustard. That's why they are special and fabulous. Let's not patronise the public by wet-nursing them like this.