Wandering with a constantly doodling friend from the excellently odd and intriguing Mika Rottenberg exhibition through to James Gillray 's still high impact art, and a lady approached me to ask when the Gallery closed. There was a staff member wearing uniform with NOTTINGHAM CONTEMPORARY writ large upon it only a few meters from her. Seems you can take the attendant from the gallery, but not the gallery from the attendant.
See, I'm sure this is meant to read as "Don't worry about having to pee here, you can also go to the toilet inside the galleries"
But it reads to me as "You only have a few toilets here you cheap little pedestrian people! Those who have tickets are allowed more toilets, many more than there are here! One per person in fact! Ha ha ha! You need a wee but have a to wait!"
Is it just me?
Taken from the entertaining The London Review of Toilets
Saturday 14th to Sunday 29th of July will offer you a host of events, activities and sites to take part in, visit and enjoy, at Britain’s Festival of Archaeology. Wait! Before you yawn about men in tweed taking two years to uncover a single layer of earth floor, think again…
Archaeology has a pretty mixed understanding, from Lara Croft through to dull experts pottering over fields drawing rocks. Somewhere in-between comes Time Team, who mix tweed, jumpers, hair and sometimes not finding much of public interest, alongside the drama of limited time and the occasional unexpected gem. None of these are of course the reality of archeological work, which it’s hard to explain to the general public. Archaeologist: “I’ve been here up a hill for two weeks, and having now found a scatter of worked quartz it makes the aching back, bad weather, hours of recording work, camping, mud and of food worthwhile – because someone lived here!” Public: “And that’s important to me because?... Can I see a mummy or Saxon helmet now please?”
And the reason to go and stand behind David to see what's on the back of his plinth is explained here
I got a bee in my bonnet about the National Trust's Titanic events at Springhill and wrote them a letter asking for some clarity on their thoughts. That was mid February. End of February they asked me to confirm my name, as since getting married I'd not updated my name on their system, so it didn't tally with the membership number I'd provided.
I wrote again mid April, asking if they had progressed any further, and querying the wait. They rang to check my postcode, saying that a letter had been sent to me, but the postcode on their system didn't match the one on my letter. Being dumb, yes, that was my error. I've now had a letter, which says:
Just back from the start of the Norfolk festival, following ice cream, sun burn and cider. I liked The Notional Trust strolling comedy perfomers enough to want to steal their act and apply it without warning to historical sites.
Interesting and entertaining tour guides, sadly utterly uninformed and inexpert in every way. Passing people become the subject of natural studies: "Look at the small one, when their two plumes raise it means they're angry... uh oh, we'd best back away now..." "Here we see an example of synchronised walking and ice-cream licking. A truely fine display. It must be summer. This male has two females with him, which he's taking back to his nest."
Plus, they come with their own signage to apply around the venue. Go on, try this one below where you work and see what happens...
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