Well as we are on holiday, it was up early to try and beat everyone else to the Science Museum this morning. While James had spent a decent amount of time in there in the past, I’d only seen half of it last summer when we had just arrived in London. So it seemed a great time to see the other half. Plus there is an exhibition ‘Game on’ at the moment exploring the history, technology and culture of computer games.
We were at the door of the museum 15 minutes before it opened and joined the thronging crowd (well about 30) hanging round trying to stay out of the wind. The early start was well worth it as we were among the first to get into Game on and had all the arcade games to our selves. We played ‘Space War‘ the first ever computer game – invented in the 60′s. Two small, blue shapes pretending to be spaceships moving round a screen trying to shoot each other. It was quite a bit of fun actually.
There were rows and rows of old computer games to be played with and James moved from one to the next with a little gleam in his eye. A gleam with turned to a disbelieving laugh when I had to reveal I hadn’t played ‘Pac Man’. It was a little scary actually, seeming something which was cutting edge in my childhood sitting in a museum case.
But it was great, there was a version of the ‘Monkeyball‘ game which you played by standing in front of a camera and leaned the right way. James was even defeated by one game. You were some kind of flying robot and had to shoot other flying robots. There were two joysticks each with little ‘thumb joysticks’, a dash board covered with switches and buttons and things that lit up. Underneath there were three pedals, one labeled accelerator and the middle one was ‘brake’. As for the third, we still don’t know what it is….
At the end of the exhibition we queued up and managed to play for 5 minutes on the Wii. If you don’t know it, its a computer game with a wireless controller that you wield as a tennis racket, a golf club or a sword. We were playing tennis, all you had to do was swing either in a forehand or back hand when you felt your character on the screen needs to hit the ball. Sounds simple but 5 minutes was just long enough to get the hang of it before we were herded out to let someone else have a go. Lots of fun I have to say – even if it is a silly name.
With the festivities over and most of the chocolate gone it is time to do a bit of a catch up. I was feeling in need of some treats for Christmas so while James slumbered peacefully on Saturday it was off to the Borough Market. Intending to avoid the crowds on the last market before St. Nick attacked chimneys world-wide I was there just after it opened. I was not the only one to have planned to shop early though and arrived to find queues 30-40 deep outside the poultry store.
With the press of the crowd I didn’t plan to stay long so rediscovered my favorite olive stall and visited the ‘one pound man’. Its not the name of the stall but almost everything there is just one pound. There was a Christmas market on at the time but it was essentially the same stalls with prettier lights and more people. Having frittered away the better part of £15 in as many minutes it was off home to enjoy the fruits of my labour. I did take photos so you can have a nose too.
In the run up to Christmas London emptied somewhat – despite the ‘Killer Fog Travel Chaos’ as reported in the Evening Standard. So James and I took advantage of a quieter London and Tube and headed up to the Natural History Museum for the Saturday afternoon. He’d spent a while round it before so we meandered round a great collection in a fascinating building. It is a wonderful place and up there fighting with Westminster for my favourite building in London. More photos here….
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Festive cheer to all, I hope you all spent your day as we did. Eating, sleeping and opening presents. I have to say I have eaten far too much, too much chocolate, too many sweet things and too much dinner.
Mum and dad had sent over their presents along with their (now traditional) festive care package – handmade chocolates from Makana. According to the customs declaration they sent 2 kg! Even allowing for Tony’s share that is still heaps of very fine chocolate. It is now officially Boxing day and James and I still have 2 boxes left…
Dinner was a success if I do say so myself. A gargantuan dish of roast veges enough for four people was duly consumed followed by the Doctor Who Christmas special. Something that is also fast becoming a tradition.
I can’t believe how much I’ve eaten, I’m still cleaning off the Borough market olives as I type. I may have to start a new Christmas tradition. The Boxing day work out. While I did nearly kill myself yesterday doing the full Darcey Bussell Pilates work out yesterday, tomorrow will be spent trying to avoid people at the boxing day sales. Last year we went early and seemed to avoid most people – Oxford street wasn’t actually that bad, fingers crossed it will be the same this year.
Merry Christmas and Happy indigestion tablets to everyone….
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Ok I admit it has been here sitting in the lounge for the better part of a month now but I’ve finally opened the case and had a closer look. I could think of plenty of excuses (I always can) as to why its taken so long to play it. But none would really fit.
Its in good shape considering its been in a garage for a year and a half and then in a container open to god knows what temperatures. The bridge was a little moved and all the strings hanging off it but all it really needed was tuning.
Thankfully some clever person has placed some ‘tuning forks’ for the cello on-line. All you need to tune your poor abused cello. So thank you to that person…
Oh and P.S. the fog over here is freezing. Its not going to get above zero at all tomorrow! Its miles warmer in the Orkneys (11 degrees up there). I’m off to work in it while James is officially on holiday now. Lucky him……
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So if you’ve been looking at this blog lately, you’ll see that I haven’t updated it in …well, months actually. I just got an email from Susie asking (essentially) if I was dead – its been that long since I got in touch with her.
So in all that time I must have done fantastic amazing things that keep me away from the computer right?
Uh…. not really.
Sorry.
It is now December and officially winter over here. While its cold, its actually been very mild compared to last year – well so far anyway. Its still about 10-15 during the day and hasn’t really dropped below 5 at night. This time last year it was barely above 5 during the day and about -5 at night.
The mild weather seems to be ending though, there have been gale force winds and quite a bit of rain in the last week. Yesterday a storm front blew over London going from sunny and bright to huge winds and nearly horizontal hail back to bright and sunny all in about 20 mins. There was apparently a tornado (a wee one, just a baby one) in one of the northern suburbs. A few houses damaged… some hairstyles mussed up… But of course when I was going through the tube station first thing this morning the headline on the local rag was screaming ‘Tornado Sweeps Through London!’. Sigh.
Still though its on the way out, this mild weather has been having an effect. Almost everyone in London is getting sick one way or another as its not getting cold enough for the bugs to die. Or so my doctor said when I was in to see her last week. She said it was either viral or bacterial. I thought it was a little vague and then James pointed out that meant the only thing she ruled out was genetic. Uh huh… I was ordered off, given pills and I succumbed to an evil northern hemisphere bug at last and spent several icky days in bed.
But I’m up and about now, just in time to take the day off to spend a long weekend in Glasgow with the family. Its my Aunt Sue’s birthday today so will be there about midd-day and spend the weekend with her, my gran and my wee cousins before xmas.
I’m on the train at the moment and we have typically just slowed down to a snails pace and edged past about 20 rail workers sitting on their trucks by the tracks smoking and yarning. Rail workers doing absolutely bugger all, now there’s a surprise. They were probably discussing their next strike action over the chocolate on their biscuits being too thin. Oh what a cynical english bird I have become….