It is quite nice being able to look round a museum without every other bastard in London being there at the same time.
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The ship is a time-warp; less artefacts in glass cases, more “let’s pretend it’s 1950 and you’re a petty officer in the Royal Navy”.
Running space and crowd control alone are enough to make this museum toddler-friendly – screw the potentially terrifying subject matter.
Given that the only aerial work I’d done prior to this class involved tuning the TV, I have to say I found this pretty challenging.
These things really do need the insanely fanatical hosts that I instantly want to chloroform to be vaguely bearable.
Sculptural works are displayed on the floor behind foot-high cordons that may as well be labelled ‘baby limbo contest this way’.
Set in an immersive ‘garden’ environment, Baby Show felt at once magical and familiar, with the real genius being its simplicity
What?: The last time we attempted a parent-and-child dance activity it didn’t end spectacularly well. This was more down to personal circumstance, that being my general dislike of clubbing – which had somehow completely slipped by mind – and Bab’s crappy mood on that particular day
Everyone is just doing their own thing, whether that’s meeting friends or reading or dancing or worshipping Satan