Now, a couple of months ago, back in may, I wrote this blog. It recounted an adventure I had in London town, and today, I went on a sequel adventure.
If I'm honest, this one was less of an adventure. At my families insistence we spent a good deal too long in the National Gallery, one of the "greatest and most important galleries in the world" according to The Handy London Map & Guide. Call me uncouth or a philistine but I found the national gallery a tad boring. I know Alex shares my opinions of art and I am of the opinion that once I've seen one priceless work of art by a foreign artist, you've seen them all. In my opinion the best painting was one of an experiment to show a vacuum that featured a suffocating cockatoo. I'm not sure who it was by, but I do know it was parodied in this image from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series.
As well as visiting the art gallery, we went to look at the site of next years Olympic Games, which was vaguely average but my pleasure of viewing what is essentially a building site was somewhat marred by the rain and mist.
And so to conclude my second London adventure, it was less fun than the first, but is that not so often the way with sequels?
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