I’ve railed against our electoral system before but tomorrow there is a chance for real change within this country—it’s just possible your vote could make more of a difference than usual.

It’s important to remember that a party you vote for doesn’t have to align with your position on every issue—that’s never going to happen. The heart of it just has to be as close as possible. And, frankly, it’s hard to see any heart within the incumbents. So—Get the Tories out. And if you think it will make no difference, just remember the shit we’re in now, they’ve had twelve years creating.

Not At Home


Half a talking doll

Having just visited I’m a bit sad to hear that the Secret Life Of The Home gallery at The Science Museum is to close. While, as I noted, it may be a bit dated it’s one of the better areas in that it’s full of actual objects—and actually does a pretty good job of showing the development of the technology that we actually interact with through the ages. Just reading that blog shows what may be one problem with it—the rest of the galleries mentioned all have a nice little sponsor name attached; the Secret… gallery feels like a throw back to an earlier age when the money concern wasn’t as great as the telling a story concern.


Vaccuum cleaners of the past

Apparently the objects will be moved to the Science and Innovation Park, somewhere near Swindon but looking at the location one hell of a lot harder to reach by sustainable transport than central London (I suppose if it actually turns out to be accessible to those without a car, then alongside STEAM it might actually give a reason to go to Swindon). I hope they keep the automated door at the Science Museum proper, to welcome a few more million visitors.

An Opulent Time At The Science Museum

Museum view

Looking down towards the entrance

It was a couple of Christmases ago that we were last at the Science Museum, so it was about time we had a return visit for a little exhibition there. Having squeezed ourselves onto the rather busy tube Heather and I arrived to the excitement of walking down the linking tunnel and into the museum, with it’s peculiar security (are they checking bags or not? We sort of just sauntered past). There was a lot to explore, so leaving Heather to have a cuppa in the second floor cafe, I set about it.

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