:: Ars Magna ::

So, I finally made it to the Klütterkammer installation on Sunday with Tigger (plus new-ish other half) and Lava Lamp. Arriving early (and in anticipation of Tigger's tardiness), LL and I settled down to games of chess - both normal and the suicide variant. We decided to venture into the exhibition after a while, although Tigger and friend had not yet turned up, and were not disappointed. Crawling like overgrown hamsters through tunnels and up ladders into "exhibition" pods turned out to be one of the most enjoyable Sunday afternoon activities on record. Some of the items on show may have been included for the gross-out factor (fishy genitalia, anyone?), but nothing could match the joy of clambering up to a kind of tree house made of straw bales, in which a projected film of a seal colony seemed to regale the onlookers with Wagner. The exhibition aside, an enjoyable afternoon slid seamlessly into an engaging evening as Taxloss appeared out of the blue in search of solace. Sadly this wasn't on offer, but we did have a wide-ranging conversation covering the forthcoming US presidential election, linguistics/typesetting and the odd substitution of marmalade for chutney on the cheese platter LL and I had ordered.

This evening I shall don my newly arrived oh-so-political t-shirt and head to the National Theatre to watch Stuff Happens. I wonder if the play will touch on the BBC's current liking for this image of Scary Blair? No doubt the events of the evening will lead me to wish that the French innovation of jamming mobiles in theatres and cinemas had made it over La Manche

If I weren't at the theatre, I might be indulging in a little Danish Art House or simply musing over the question: What the fuck was Derrida about, anyway? It's seems even the experts aren't sure...