Because I consider molecular gastronomy to be the post-modern joke par excellence of the late 20th and early 21st centuries, I feel little sympathy for either Blumenthal or for his diners. I comfortably await the date when either Ferran Adria or Heston Blumenthal will, like St. Augustine, write their "confessions". If it is Adria who gets there first the book will surely sell for the equivalent of US$ 350 per copy.
P.S. to Trevor: Is it vaguely possible that the **** in your title stands for "ucke". "Ucke" on its own describes quite well my feelings towards this style of "cuisine".