I don’t think you’ve ever really lived until you’ve seen a Mexican wave of giant inflatable penises. Which is not what I’d expected of an evening watching ancient Greek theatre. But there you have it.Read More
One of my favourite London picks finally has a new home. The Design Museum closed the doors on its old Shad Thames galleries in June, promising a brighter, better future in Kensington. So as 2016 drew to a close, opening weekend in November promised to be a ray of sunshine in an otherwise rather grey month.Read More
Things I don’t expect to see in a museum: a giant climbing frame in the middle of a gallery, a taxidermy gorilla being tended to with hairspray, a pair of cheeky chimps caught at it and preserved mid-coitus for posterity.Read More
It seems a bit reductive, having a favourite colour.
Or so countered a friend of mine recently as we navigated the Meadows’ edges in the search of a quiet pub corner. Among the many things I couldn’t wrap my gin-soaked tongue around to say to him that night was that he had it so wrong. Favourites aren’t reductive.
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