Wake up about 9:30 - so much for closing the curtains at night. So write off the early stop options and instead have breakfast at Subway and go over to the Paddington Library to check the email and get the news on the Saskatchewan election. Looks like James and Raye have jobs that are safe for a while yet.
Then by tube to Waterloo. Check out the National Theatre - sadly, Lenny Henry is playing in what looks like a marvellous production of A Comedy of Errors, but not until after we've left. Along the Southbank to the Tate Modern. The Turbine Hall installation is a film, about which we really know too little, though it does draw us in as we watch the 35 mm looking strip and its varied still and moving images. No post production, its maker says. But how? As we leave, we notice that the repaired floor still shows the scars of Shibboleth, the shocking installation that produced an enormous crack in the cement floor of the building.
By bus to St. Paul's and the Occupy London encampment on the surrounding pavement. Too many tents to count, including large ones labelled Info and Occupy London University - where a man is seated on the ground holding forth to a half dozen listeners. It's getting dark and fairly hard to see. Plenty of notices and signs on every vertical surface. The tent interiors, of course, have no electricity, although a few candles flicker dimly. There is electricity for the amp, though, and an open mike hour is just beginning on the steps of the cathedral. Some level of disagreement within the Church of England over the protesters, with two of St. Paul's clergy already having resigned. One newspaper pointed out that if the occupiers remain they could conceivably cause distress to Church goers on Christmas Eve. Regular Sunday attenders, it would seem, are made of sterner stuff.
Back to the Old Bell on Kilburn High Street for a vegetable curry with rice (two for six pounds fifty and surprisingly good - and hot) and a pint of bitter each.
Then by tube to Waterloo. Check out the National Theatre - sadly, Lenny Henry is playing in what looks like a marvellous production of A Comedy of Errors, but not until after we've left. Along the Southbank to the Tate Modern. The Turbine Hall installation is a film, about which we really know too little, though it does draw us in as we watch the 35 mm looking strip and its varied still and moving images. No post production, its maker says. But how? As we leave, we notice that the repaired floor still shows the scars of Shibboleth, the shocking installation that produced an enormous crack in the cement floor of the building.
By bus to St. Paul's and the Occupy London encampment on the surrounding pavement. Too many tents to count, including large ones labelled Info and Occupy London University - where a man is seated on the ground holding forth to a half dozen listeners. It's getting dark and fairly hard to see. Plenty of notices and signs on every vertical surface. The tent interiors, of course, have no electricity, although a few candles flicker dimly. There is electricity for the amp, though, and an open mike hour is just beginning on the steps of the cathedral. Some level of disagreement within the Church of England over the protesters, with two of St. Paul's clergy already having resigned. One newspaper pointed out that if the occupiers remain they could conceivably cause distress to Church goers on Christmas Eve. Regular Sunday attenders, it would seem, are made of sterner stuff.
Back to the Old Bell on Kilburn High Street for a vegetable curry with rice (two for six pounds fifty and surprisingly good - and hot) and a pint of bitter each.