The museum’s literal and metaphorical centrepiece is the Coronis, a narrowboat built by the same company that built the Titanic.
While Roro spent most of the session shovelling things into her mouth I’m pretty sure she got more out of it than a second breakfast of rainbow spaghetti and peas.
You’re immediately hit in the face by the amazing primary-hued entrance hall where a pair of faceless, fish-and-chip scoffing Dandy characters stand poised for your posing pleasure
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.
The tour was brilliantly interactive, which really helped to bring Dickens’ world to life – even for two three and a half year olds who have literally no idea who Dickens was.
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?
A veritable Aladdin’s Cave of stuff that will make you say “oh my God, will you look at this?” a thousand times over.
State-of-the-art digital projections take centre-stage, transporting you into the mind of Leonardo not-DiCaprio.