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Make my shabbos 2

A lull! There's a lull! Which means I can continue my write-up of my London adventures. Okay -- where was I? Oh yes - I'd just bought myself some new shoes, and found out that Bush was going to come to the city the following week.

I felt slightly disappointed to hear that he wasn't going to arrive until the day after I returned home, and that I would therefore miss the demos. I haven't been on a really great demo, and for a cause I felt really strongly about, for ages -- not since the early 1980s, I don't think. Back then, we marched through Amsterdam in our hundreds of thousands in protest against the American administration wanting to station nuclear warheads in our backyards as part of Reagan's ludicrous Star Wars defense shield -- whatever happened to that idea? It must have cost billions to develop, then it was probably binned as soon as the Soviet Union broke up a couple of years later.

But here I was in Oxford St, with a tight schedule to keep and things to buy; so off I went to Tesco's to get Mum the items on her grocery list (we have been seriously deprived of all our favourite edibles since M&S finished trading in the Netherlands a year and a half ago); after which I wandered somewhat aimlessly through the department stores of John Lewis and Debenham's, popped into a bookstore and snagged a Spike calendar for 2004. Pity it's all the same pictures as the one for 2003, but there you go.

Finally, I remembered my original errand and hotfooted it to Bloomsbury. Although once in Russell Sq Gdns, I allowed myself to be distracted from it by my growling stomach. I went into the caff, and had myself a lovely fry-up done: eggs, bacon, sausages, beans, mushrooms, tomatoes and chips, with toast, washed down with copious amounts of freshly steeped Darjeeling. An hour later and I was browsing the shelves of the art shop for the picture hangers Anneke wanted. The shop assistant came and told me they weren't in stock at the moment, and I phoned Anneke to give her the news. As there were a few hours remaining before the start of shabbos, she thought she might try a few other suppliers in and around Edgware that she knew of herself...

I went into the British Museum and amused myself there for an hour or two, before becoming aware of the fact that the blisters that had been theatening to form earlier, had indeed done so. I hopped back on the tube, and made it home just before the family gathered to light the candles for shabbos.

tbc

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bogwitch
Nov. 19th, 2003 09:44 am (UTC)
Ahhh. I love the British Museum. I frequently get lost there looking for the Elgin marbles that I've never found. Did you see the mummified cat?
gamiila
Nov. 20th, 2003 02:45 am (UTC)
Missed the mummified cat, I'm afraid - but no matter, I've seen hundreds of them (as well as a mummified baboon) in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo.

I frequently get lost there looking for the Elgin marbles that I've never found

LOL! Me, too - until I finally managed it this time round, hurrah!
I think it's because they're kept in this great big honkin', specially designed to house them wing called by some dead geezer's name hall, with a great big bronze letter sign proclaiming it houses THE PARTHENON FRIEZE above the doors. It's so easy to miss! Groundfloor, follow the signs that lead you to the Greek/Roman exhibits. Eventually you'll arrive at a hall called the Nereid Room, which has reconstruction of a Roman temple at the end with a couple of benches in front of it and marbles on the wall. Notice the big bronze letters above the doors on the left-hand side, "The Parthenon Frieze". Congratulate yourself on being smart enough to realise that 'the Parthenon Frieze' is synonymous with 'the Elgin Marbles', and enter.
Bite your tongue to refrain from entering into a discussion when you hear the American baseball-cap clad dad explaining to his offspring that they were carved "during the Dark Ages when everyone suffered from bubonic plague", and contemplate the rise and fall of civilisations at your leisure.

;-)
gamiila
Nov. 20th, 2003 02:56 am (UTC)
Alternatively, you could ask for directions from the staff or at the information counter, but you don't want to show yourself up for an ignoramus, now do you?
bogwitch
Nov. 20th, 2003 11:35 pm (UTC)
Heaven forbid!
bogwitch
Nov. 20th, 2003 11:45 pm (UTC)
The mummified cat was a huge draw on school trips!

The BM has too much good stuff, it's hard for anything to stand out and the problem is I get very distracted while on the hunt for it by the Celtic/Roman/Saxon stuff because that's my field of interest. Mmmm Sutton Hoo... Mildenhall hoard...

And I have a boyfriend who wants to look at everything on the way, good for him, but we get distracted in Mesopotamia and then its time to go home. (I always seem to end up in the boring room with the clocks, does that happen to you?) Oh, and got to find time for the shop!
gamiila
Nov. 22nd, 2003 05:30 am (UTC)
Ah yes, the boring clock room...no visit to the BM would be complete without it!
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