Big Ben - check.
Big red bus - check.
Black taxi - check.
Spotted as I crossed Bridge Street en route from work to the British Library after work. A nice walk up along the river, up to Covent Garden and then past the British Museum to Euston Road. I was ambling and taking pictues, and got diverted by a branch of Radley's with very nice handbags in the window (where I somehow managed to buy a purse at an extortionate price), when I realised I had only 12 minutes before my timed ticket entry to the Writing Britain exhibition and I still had a good 20 mins to walk.
Wasn't a problem though and the exhibition was excellent as is usual for the British Library as they wheeled out their priceless treasures: original manuscripts, drafts, letters from the likes of Tolkien, Eliot (both TS and George), the Brontes, Hardy, JK Rowling and an amazing 10th century bound poem in Old English. Ted Hughes had the spideriest writing in the history of the universe and Emily Bronte the weeniest.
It reminds of what I think I read somewhere once - that we are now entering something that could be described as a new 'dark ages' for writing. In 50 or 100 years time, what will the British Library be able to show future visitors in the same vein for the writers of today who do all their work on a word processor and never write letters ... ?
@boxplayer excellent. I think my brain might have turned to mush you see. I accidentally used the word "interestingly" seven times in one paragraph in my dissertation this morning. I think I might have been trying too hard to convince my reader that my research is exciting :/
@happypat - I do love art and music basically - and as I've got older I'm also aware that I may not always be able to get to things as easily especially if we move from London - so do it while I can!
