Old Stuff

On Saturday, despite the ominous colour of the sky, we foolishly ventured out to the British Museum, and after getting thoroughly soaked in a torrential downpour between Russell Square and the museum itself, we spent a couple of hours wandering around looking at things my ancestors had stolen from various countries around the world (although contrary to what I thought, there is actually some stuff from Britain there, it’s just hidden away in one of the rooms upstairs). Despite being briefly fascinated by the room full of mummies, I don’t think we were really in the mood for looking at old stuff in cases, so we didn’t stay for too long.

Didn’t think much of the Elgin marbles, either. All I could find were some old stone pictures on the walls, and frankly I can’t see how you’d get a game going with those.