Friends with Adam and Eve

After sleeping off my all nighter I needed to leave the confines of the flat. Kyle had been wanting to see the Temptation in Eden exhibition since we've been back, so we took the opportunity while the sun was ashining to go over towards the Courtauld Institute of Art. On the way I stopped to take this photo of some kids playing in the fountain in the quad at Kings College where the gallery is.



While waiting in que for our tickets (which are free for students by the way!) a rather condescending lady (in a twinset and pearls no less) wanted us to sign up for the usual 'friends of the gallery' type thing.

Twinset Lady: hello (bright lipstick smile)
Kyle: hello
TL: Are you here to see the exhibition?
(in my head): you mean this isn't the express checkout?
Kyle: Yes
TL: well.. maybe you might be interested some day in joining the friends of the gallery. its fifty pounds a year.. blah. blah. blah. i.e i'm telling you this but as far as i can see you are far too poor and uninterested to be a member as we are only looking for those who are available to luncheon.
Kyle: I see (polite boy he is..)
(in my head): oo.. if this means meeting more people like you? where do I sign up?
TL: So you're here to see the Temptation exhibit then?
Kyle: well.. Yes.
(oh and the reason why Kyle is the only responding here is because she completely blanked me anyway)
TL: Its very good you know. The reviews have been excellent on this one.
Kyle: No, we haven't seen the review. (then as we step up to the cashier..)
TL: Oh yes, I see, well, why would you?


hm. elitist *ahem* twit.

It didn't help that the gallery was full of others very much like the T(watty) Lady downstairs umm-ing and aah-ing, discussing pieces loudly less for the benefit of themselves or their conversation but for the enlightenment of our poor uneducated souls.

The rest of the gallery itself was not very much to my taste or interest though saved by the two Gauguin paintings of Tahitian women. Prints of which I have been struggling to find (so if you know of anywhere in London I can get some good quality ones - let me know). Meanwhile in the exhibit itself I found myself being shushed (shushed!) aside by some old ladies who sat down behind me so that they could see the painting I was already in front. nice.

Note to self: once I have amassed my own collection (please humour my Peggy delusions) that will be enjoyed for generations, must impose strict no speaking rule within gallery. rabbiters, annoying twinset ladies and smokers please go outside. done. xxw