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Today I went to London to see the Seduced exhibition in the Barbican art centre. I'm not going into depth about the exhibition here - family website and all - but it's basically bits and bobs from the secret collection of the British Museum, and some more recent works of art, that are surfing the fine line between Art with a capital A and ... not to put to fine a point on it... porn. All very respectable, of course. Otherwise I wouldn't go. You knew that, right? The Barbican is a big, big centre, and I think the last time I went there may have been for GCSE drama (that's sophamore Highschool, I think? 16 years old?). Or possibly some design technology thing.
The journey there was a bit on the epic side. It always is, actually - the rubbishness of the rail services to the marsh where my parents live necessitates driving to a station, and I always drive the hour drive into Harold Wood rather than the twenty minutes to Woodham because there is more than one train an afternoon to Harold Wood and it's literally a fifth of the price, with the added bonus that I am reasonably sure my car will be in one piece when I return. It was even worse today, because there was freezing fog on the A12 and Liverpool Station was shut, so it was a three tube train journey. Luckily, Mr Excellent Station Guy had shown a high level of initiative and was actually helping people figure out what to do. Yay for Mr Station Guy!
I made it to the Barbican, and saw round the exhibition. It was very interesting, in both senses of the word - it was interesting, and [dramatic pause] er... interesting! Nuff said. erh'm.
A friend had phoned me whilst I was looking at some Picasso sketches of... erh'm... things, and I had to dive to shut the phone off in an embarrassed way, so I returned her call and found a banksy rat on a wall, which was quite exciting. Then I had to get home. Only two tubes home this time, coz I got on at a different station, and then an hours drive in freezing fog in the dark. Woot. But I got home in one piece, in time for dinner, and to start on the christmas cheer with my mum.