It’s nice to be led.
It’s nice to be told about things.
It’s nice to wander round London on a warm evening.
South London Art Map last Fridays.
They do a little tour of lesser know galleries you see.
I think it’s doing a thing about class divides and a controlling state…
No not Britain since the election silly!
I did a political gag.
Wonderland? The one what Alice went to.
Mummy and Daddy and Paul and Sarah all played the role of the lowlifes but some of their number got to eat tarts.
Swings and roundabouts.
What was it like?
I’m going to use the word sumptuous to describe the sets.
And now I’m going to use some other words: worm, rabbit, hatter, eat me, drink me, walrus, carpenter, can’t take photos, queen of hearts.
You didn’t really have to listen to what they were actually saying except when they said “what is life if not a dream?” which is, like, true.
Oh I haven’t actually said it was interactive theatre.
Having pizza now.
Squeezed in some Gaia medititative ring chanting. One Tree Hill.
The view of London.
Did u always have to pay for the aquarium?
The Horniman Museum is good.
They have A LOT of old things from Africa.
And a Walrus the is anatomically incorrect.
Their current exhibition is 'The Body Adorned.'
What makes it v good (tho they have shoehorned in A LOT of old things from Africa…) is that its basically an exhibition of all the different people in London talking about their look and their lives.
“The main actor.”
The first thing to be said is the audience were rowdy.
Well there was a lot going on.
At one point someone took there shirt off and it was like a pantomime.
I definitely detected sexual hollering.
Ok not like a panto.
A good double header is Tate Modern Late Fridays and The Young Vic.
See they’re close.
Maybe some kind of beverage/meal if you have someone else to consider.
Or you can meetup through the almighty meetup.
We are sitting on the tube tapping thinking whether it was good.
It was good.
It was gritty and urban like yours truely.
I think daddy was a bit bewildered.
There was big themes and shit and swearing and shit.
Now time outs gone a bit rubbish your going to need and want me.
We went to the tate to see the turner prize entries.
We left our new card at home but they still let us in cos some people are nice arent they?
Paul Noble: some words: blobby, pencil, some words, big, houses, cool
=MY HOT TIP
Luke Fowler: little photos and a grim film about grim glasgow. Ho hum
Oo there were bean bags for sitting…
Elizabeth Price: some words: choir, choppy, the shaaaangriiii laaaaaas, diagrams
Spartacus Chetwynd: #inaword puppets.
That is all you need to know.
He is an ill thought out pacifist.
I… as a Staffordshire Bull Terrier on the mean streets of London’s Hornsey…
Know how to handle myself.
This museum is a good museum in terms of the aforementioned checklist if you ignore your lilly livered owner going: “#Oo i dont like war. I dont like it.”
On a purely museumy level it has some mightily well presented display cases.
We see an awful lot of display cases of tat on our travels.
…mentioning no names Tea ‘Museum’…
And these are dense (ha!) neat (ha!) and interesting (ha!).
Lots about the secret services which was genuinely literally genuinely fascinating and a bit about surviving in rationing etc.
Very, very nicely presented (ha!)
Doggy let me do this too…
Tate modern blackouts, little sun, olafur eliasson, poetry and dream.
Solar powered surrealism.*
I liked it best cos you could chat people up asking for their light.
Almost like smoking cool but without the cancer.
Other people seemed “oo its dark” happy but I dont think other people were enjoying it q as much as me.
I was getting in a pickle trying to take shadow pix.
But loving it.
Theyre on the wondrous instagram which has been a life saver.
Now @thedogwhatblogs holds the purse strings…
Notionally free but u had to buy the little lamp for the equivalent of three trips to Haringey Borough FC.
But it beats taking pix of old men.
I wanted her on the left slightly…
*he asked me to provide more detail. Its like a torch round ur neck right and they turned the lights off in the gallery. Jeesh.
Sometimes a blog or a day starts out as one thing but turns into another.
So naturally there was a meetup. Knitting. Noone home.
So clearly then there was a cafe and some irritatedness.
So then there was a museum (Cuming… Not, disappointingly about the scottish sometime gay star of 90s BBC xmas flick and Heinink staple 'Bernard and the Genie.')
Worth a look. Old shit. Dickens. Hes everywhere. Like Trinidad and Korea. Free.
But dont go to south london on purpose.
So then there was a gallery. Peter Blake at the Fine Art Society. Good to have a curator for art or life. He knows his onions. Nice to have fine art and modern art together. Great. Free.
He's a bit everywhere too. He's 80 or something.
Yes, there were boobs.
So then an evening activity. Or the first one.
We wanted to go on about 'Laughter Yoga' again.
About the importance of play and how the Southbank looks like a grownups playground with wheels, fairs, arts, bright colours and…talking wooden boxes.
But then we saw a film. 'The Imposter.'
Which twisted and turned all over the place.
Like a day. Like a relationship.
It was short too. We like short.
Theres someone sodcasting #onthistrain. Sub human scum.
I suppose we should just be joyful it exists.
Its v hard to be angry with a fan museum.
There are more things on heaven and earth than we can explain.
Like why a fan museum can charge 4 pounds and the phenomenal Maritime museum is free.
Some explain such phenomenon with religion.
Some look to dreams.
“I think being in London helps.”
Sure thing bucko.
“People are more open.”
“Release your root chakra.”
This is the Dream Cafe.
Or Costa as theyre popularly known.
A group where people discuss their dreams.
That’s what it is.
There’s nothing more to say.
Oh yes, theres little cards.
Ours had a picture of a tree and a peach or it could be…
We never got to find out as we had to hot foot to hospital radio.
The things people do to make themselves quirky and interesting,