Today: went out to see Derek, who was meeting an American friend of his, Sharon, and doing touristy things.
We met in Hackney - my app told me to go to Hackney Downs, but then the train to get to Hackney Downs failed, and the best alternative was tube+train to Hackney Central, which was where Derek had said to go in the first place.
We went into Oslo which is a bar + restaurant right near Hackney Central, and Sharon (who was also directed to Hackney Downs by the app) met us there.
They each drank a cocktail, but it was shortly after lunchtime and I'd only had breakfast, so I opted for elderflower cordial+soda.
Then we walked to Sutton House. Derek pointed out the Temple of Seitan on the way, and I realised I'd meant to go there at some point, to try their vegan fried chicken. I still haven't.
We got to Sutton House and it had a big National Trust sign on it and two big doors, both of which were closed: it was closed to the public today .
There were tables with chairs outside, so we sat down for a bit, tried to google 'tourist attractions in Hackney' , but Google suggested 'The Tower of London', so we realised it didn't know what Hackney means and Derek made a useful decision to head off. We took a bus to a train station (Dalston) and a train to Highbury and Islington, and from there, got the Victoria Line.
I just relaxed and let Derek make the decisions: I wasn't particularly needing to see any particular thing, or expecting any particular experience. It was an overcast day with a cool breeze, so I was okay to walk without getting hot and sweaty.
We got off the Victoria line at Euston, and went to the Wellcome Collection, to look at the exhibitions - I liked 'Alien Sex Club' that was a maze and was about the changing attitudes to HIV because it was interesting, and had some amusing bits
and I liked the one called Sire because it was amusing and had pretty elements
but the films about mirror-touch and synaesthesia did that thing that art video often does, of being boring.
Then there was one about free-diving and it was pretty, but there was video on two sides of a room and no benches, so the people who had come in first and sat down on the carpet were in a good position, and I felt uncomfortable about sitting down and uncomfortable about standing in the way, I tried to stand by the wall for a bit and enjoy the bright blue of the sea and the silhouettes people wearing a single flipper like a cetacean tail swimming by, but it got too much for me and I wandered out again.
(overall it was not the most interesting best art show).
We went to the cafe and I drank some Sparkling Blood (orange) - I like the flavour a lot but also I like exclaiming that I'm drinking sparkling blood, ominously.
THere was a green pea and lemon cake, we got a slice, it was bright green, and tasted of cake - it was iced with a vanilla (you could see the tiny seeds) cream cheese icing, decorated lemon zest and (I think) pea-shoots, pretty and green (but incongruous?).
Then we went and looked at an exhibition about Mister Wellcome, who founded the Wellcome collection, and enjoyed the historickal exhibits and photos of Mr Wellcome and his large moustache, and the note 'collected before 1936' that got more pointed and snarky the more I saw it appear, the current keepers of the collection snarking at the past keepers for not making clear notes and keeping things documented and organised.
There were drawers with little audio signs on them, to hear audio commentary about some exhibits, and drawers with hand-shaped signs on them, with little replicas of things that you were allowed to touch - including a replica of a mummified hand. I did not hold the mummified hand.This entry was also posted at https://ruthi.dreamwidth.org/702673.html, where it has comments. You can comment here, or there.