Art

Today was largely freeform; we were to go in our groups to visit museums and archives. Group one, that is my group 1st went to the national portrait gallery and then to the national theatre archives.
The portrait gallery was 1st and although we agreed to meet up at 11 I went early to get acquainted with the space. I had a leisurely walk through London and quite enjoyed the change of pace. Arriving at 10.30 I went to top most floor of tutor art and stayed there until 11. At eleven I came down to meet the group, it was another cold morning so I had dressed warmly but the others hadn’t predicted this and was somewhat cooler. We waited for the rest of the group and then made our own way inside to the gallery. I decided that I would rather go by myself rather than with the others so made my way back to the Tudor art.
I enjoyed the top floor immensely it contains many fine paintings and stories, enough to keep me entertained for days. But my time was short so I found a painting of Robespierre and as it fitted neatly with what we had already done spent the rest of the time looking at the French revolution. This led on the war of the roses and then to the American Revolution. Naturally I veered off to look at Sloane and Darwin but came back for wellington and Washington, my course was erratic and so I learnt much. I ended on slavery before I had to call it a day but I was resolved I would return.
Outside the gallery I met up with Ioanna Robyn and Theodore, we waited longer for the others before checking up on them and discovering that they had already moved on. We then made for the nationals archive, near the old vic. We went to waterloo and made our way from there*. We made it to the archive and I did a quick head count. As we were two members short I gave them a quick call and directions, we all met up at the right time and were shown in.
We were spoken to by a very well informed archivist who we completely failed in our collective ignorance. I wanted to speak up on numerous occasions but decided against it simply because it would have revealed me. So the poor man stumbled on and showed us to the archive itself. A controlled environment to maximise the lifespan of the paper documents contained within.
That’s about it, we went home. Some went to clubs and others read.
No more.

Theodore is an annoying person; He just irks me in the wrong way. His tone is condescending because he thinks he knows more than me, how I long to prove him wrong. But he is useful, he speaks when no one else does and has views so simple that the others share them.