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then the ticking of the weeks

Half term week in autumn is always a tight one. Because timscience always seems to be required to work a random day or three, we can never plan to do anything. I usually end up taking my holiday a week or so before and hoping that my place of work doesn't strenuously object. Two days this time, and me so behind that even with everything that even those days seem like a terrible imposition.

Wednesday was a loll-around-Oxford day. Library, lazy late lunch, Lush soaps, lovely.

Friday was London, and we went to see Oramics at the Science Museum (Tim's choice) and Postmodernism at the V&A (my choice). Oramics was interesting not just for the sounds and the antique music tech and the machine but also because on the I'll-never-get-to-this pile is a story called The Day the Music Died (there are two audioboos and we took in lots of other bits and bobs in the Science Museum while we up there. I liked the aircraft hangar right at the top. The queues outside the Natural History Museum were enormous! I think that we may not make the dinosaurs. Postmodernism was the hilarity of watching your own culture become history. Talking Heads playing on loop. Issue #1 of i-D magazine in a glass case. The demented decadent consumer culture of the 80s as represented through limited-edition ceramics and trendy cookware. I felt that there should really have been something akin to that "most dangerous animal in the zoo" exhibit, where they put up a mirror so you can see yourself, at the end. Some sort of Versace-Emmanuel-Paul Smith gilt frame with a black glass mirror in it which slowly flashed the message "You lived through this; what were you doing?" followed by a photobooth-esque 3,2,1 and then 30s to record your memories of the 80s: "I spent the 80s selling overpriced fancy waterfowl to people who had loads of money and wanted a lake!"

daphne oram's lampshade louche couple
Amy Johnson's gypsy moth confused bird-holding man

Postmodernism is expensive, but upstairs there is "Annie Lennox's house" (turn left after the jewellery passage and look for the door with music coming out of it) which has something of the same insane flavour.