Brains! Licensed in pursuance of an act of parliament! And the paintings! The PAINTINGS! Millais over Rossetti next to Hunt! Millais over two Rossettis! Hunt over Hunt next to Hunt! Millais worth crying over.
Thank you for sharing.
The architectural juxtapositions you captured reminded me that where I grew up, no building at all was more then fifty or so years old, then, and most were no more than twenty. When I moved south and east, I was astounded at the oldness of buildings and roads and fences mixed with what I knew as normal. And then I moved more south and more east, and found yet older things, all mixed together. In the South, the giant metal air conditioners hanging out of nineteenth-century windows always demanded my attention like that. :-)
Re: yes, a thousand words is about the exchange rate
There was a Brain's ad with the "It's Brain's you want" slogan that I wish I'd been quick enough to catch on the train ride back from Barry. It just didn't get old.
Neither did sitting on a bench at the Tate and just watching people react to that end of the room. It meant I didn't have time to go upstairs to the Watercolours gallery, but it was worth it.
I'm so glad to see you made it to the Ashmolean. It has such amazing things. The display of timepieces made me twitch, considering the significance of watches in Doctor Who and Torchwood.
I grinned at the photo of The Fitzroy. (Oh, surprise.)
Gorgeous. Oh, hai, you and Ophelia. There's no going back now, Vallll...
I probably would have cried too. My Love's Greeting reaction was a bit over the top.
Is Barry as sad as they make it look? I've watched some Gavin and Stacey as well, mainly because Ruth Jones is my favorite lady, and I keep thinking of the Smiths song Every Day is Like Sunday (this is a seaside town that they forgot to close down) every time I see it on screen.
I love that you managed to get some bitchy Mitchell comments in there. This worshipping of unstable vamp dick must end.
*chuckle* Must admit that moment came to mind, and got a mention in the slightly odd stream-of-consciousness journal scribblings.
Is Barry as sad as they make it look?
Not that I saw, but it would be hard to tell. It was Sunday, so everything was closed. Didn't notice any vacant storefronts, though, which is a big marker. Lots of houses to let, but it's a largely seasonal town and this most definitely off season. Also, we didn't get to the Island (grey day and thanatos_kalos's foot injury wasn't up to it), which is actually a little peninsula and which is where all the seaside-amusement stuff is.
There's an architecturally fascinating church up the street from the BH house that's being rehabbed into an arts center. Overall, it seems like a nice little town to me.
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Thank you for sharing.
The architectural juxtapositions you captured reminded me that where I grew up, no building at all was more then fifty or so years old, then, and most were no more than twenty. When I moved south and east, I was astounded at the oldness of buildings and roads and fences mixed with what I knew as normal. And then I moved more south and more east, and found yet older things, all mixed together. In the South, the giant metal air conditioners hanging out of nineteenth-century windows always demanded my attention like that. :-)
Neither did sitting on a bench at the Tate and just watching people react to that end of the room. It meant I didn't have time to go upstairs to the Watercolours gallery, but it was worth it.
I'm so glad to see you made it to the Ashmolean. It has such amazing things. The display of timepieces made me twitch, considering the significance of watches in Doctor Who and Torchwood.
I grinned at the photo of The Fitzroy. (Oh, surprise.)
The tavern was total serendipity. I was literally just randomly wandering Soho for about an hour.
I probably would have cried too. My Love's Greeting reaction was a bit over the top.
Is Barry as sad as they make it look? I've watched some Gavin and Stacey as well, mainly because Ruth Jones is my favorite lady, and I keep thinking of the Smiths song Every Day is Like Sunday (this is a seaside town that they forgot to close down) every time I see it on screen.
I love that you managed to get some bitchy Mitchell comments in there. This worshipping of unstable vamp dick must end.
*chuckle* Must admit that moment came to mind, and got a mention in the slightly odd stream-of-consciousness journal scribblings.
Is Barry as sad as they make it look?
Not that I saw, but it would be hard to tell. It was Sunday, so everything was closed. Didn't notice any vacant storefronts, though, which is a big marker. Lots of houses to let, but it's a largely seasonal town and this most definitely off season. Also, we didn't get to the Island (grey day and
There's an architecturally fascinating church up the street from the BH house that's being rehabbed into an arts center. Overall, it seems like a nice little town to me.
Edited at 2011-03-02 01:11 am (UTC)