Wednesday, 29 June 2011
South Bank and the Tate Modern
July 7, 2010
I love the International Herald Tribune! I love it! I want to grab it and crumple it and wave it around and chew on it and pull pages across my face! Oooooh I just want to roll around on it for days!
July 8, 2010
Mommy says that she would rather be set on fire than walk down the South Bank during tourist season again. I suspect she is exaggerating, but the crowds were pretty awful. And there were mimes everywhere! A woman in a blue dress was frozen in a tango pose. And a man with shaggy hair dressed like a policeman taunted children. And a shrieking teenage girl woke me up from a very comfy nap, which upset me. I couldn't get back to sleep after that. And Mommy was pissed because no one would help her carry the pram up and down stairs. She had to do it all herself. Using words I am probably not supposed to be learning.
We finally made it to the Tate Modern, where I just had time to suck down a bottle and get changed before it was almost time to head home again. “Home” being our current hotel room. This is our smallest yet, I think! Mommy keeps tripping over things and knocking stuff over and then making interesting exclamations.
So we only took one quick look around the permanent exhibit. I was a little disturbed by one sculpture by Mona somebody that used a baby's crib to create a torture device. This is the kind of thing that could give me nightmares.
I love the International Herald Tribune! I love it! I want to grab it and crumple it and wave it around and chew on it and pull pages across my face! Oooooh I just want to roll around on it for days!
July 8, 2010
Mommy says that she would rather be set on fire than walk down the South Bank during tourist season again. I suspect she is exaggerating, but the crowds were pretty awful. And there were mimes everywhere! A woman in a blue dress was frozen in a tango pose. And a man with shaggy hair dressed like a policeman taunted children. And a shrieking teenage girl woke me up from a very comfy nap, which upset me. I couldn't get back to sleep after that. And Mommy was pissed because no one would help her carry the pram up and down stairs. She had to do it all herself. Using words I am probably not supposed to be learning.
We finally made it to the Tate Modern, where I just had time to suck down a bottle and get changed before it was almost time to head home again. “Home” being our current hotel room. This is our smallest yet, I think! Mommy keeps tripping over things and knocking stuff over and then making interesting exclamations.
So we only took one quick look around the permanent exhibit. I was a little disturbed by one sculpture by Mona somebody that used a baby's crib to create a torture device. This is the kind of thing that could give me nightmares.
Trip to the Tate Britain
Tuesday July 6, 2010
Mommy took me to the Tate Britain today to see a show called Rude Britannia. Which apparently she thinks is perfectly appropriate for children, despite the ubiquity of penises. I thought that part was a bit of a yawn, though I liked the huge statue of the fattest woman I have ever seen. Like, WICKED FAT. There were also cartoons and some political stuff I didn’t understand. I’ve got to start keeping up with the news.
Then we went to a fancy restaurant in Mayfair called Tempo. They’d never had a baby in there before! I was the first one! It was very posh, with fancy cloth chairs and tablecloths (fun to pull on!) Mommy tied me to a chair with my special travel “Sack and Seat” and fed me carrots and spinach and porridge and everyone was extremely nice to me. Mommy’s friend Michelle met us for lunch and they talked lots about books and journalism while I talked lots about my friend Bob. Bob Bob Bob! Bob Bob! The owner of the restaurant kept coming over to pat me, and said I was their youngest patron ever. Mommy said I was exceedingly well behaved and good company in general. Michelle thought so too! Michelle had wet hair. I think she’d been swimming! I want to go swimming.
I miss Lloyd and Shelley. They always talked to me when we stayed with them in Salisbury last week, and Shelley gave me ducks! Lots of little colored ducks for my bath! So now I play with them every night and chew on them lots. Delicious!
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