3rd September 2011 - The Museum of Everything@Selfridges

It is a grey day, cold and bald and stone and rain. We go for a coffee first, at Nude Espresso in Soho. It is OK. It seems like everywhere else, and the walls are black tile and I want there to be colour but the coffee is good. It comes in a little black cup that you can see your face in. We walk up Oxford Street to Selfridges. The yellow cheers me. We go downstairs to the museum of everything. It consists of paintings and drawings all hung on walls, in different rooms throughout a house, a little house in the basement of Selfridges. The paintings and drawings in the house are full of colour, the house is the museum of everything.

13th April 2011 - High Arctic@National Maritime Museum

At the ticket counter the woman says "Do you know anything about the exhibition" and I say "no" even though I do, and she says "Oh. Well its not like a normal exhibition" and I say "OK" and she says. "er, there's no exhibition, as such. Its, er, interactive" and I say "OK" and we buy tickets.
Downstairs at the door an old lady hands us each a torch "these are ultra-violet torches. Its very important that you point them down at the floor and not in people's eyes" and her own eyes glitter when she says it but then she looks down at the floor.
We go in.
It is like being at sea, it is like being in the belly of a whale. A voice says "you lie to yourself because you are afraid of the dark"