This is basically as ‘soft play’ as a Tate exhibition is ever going to get.
Like you’ve just done a massive Sunday walk – the kind that sorts you out for weeks.
Our toddlers were massively bored by this exhibition, which is weird because we’ve dragged them to many, many more boring things than this.
Highlights include Grandma’s caravan, but I recommend checking her eyes and ears and mouth look human-sized before going in there…
Alice and her adventures under ground (and not, as Babu was disappointed to discover, on the Underground, which would have been a very different opera).
V&A exhibitions are generally always worth a punt. I mean I can’t remember ever coming out of anything they’ve put on and going “well that was shit”.
A sprawling, biscuity metropolis with a transport system that pisses all over TFL.
Every part of the show is designed to make you feel as though you’ve been whisked away on an impromptu trip to the Land of the Rising Sun.
Did the Trojan Horse or even the war that it ended ever actually exist, or is it all a load of Aeneas?
Few things scream Christmas like iceskating under a giant pine tree followed by a mug of creamy Bailey’s hot chocolate.