Left the cold and misty river to struggle up to London on Network Express.
A great massing of gents in black coats with lap top bags and a coffee.
Being unpractised these days I sat in a nicley empty seat pointing the right way only to be turfed out as it was ticketed as booked.
Ended up at a table for four, two of which discussed office politics all the way as I sat muttering to myself with my back to the engine.
Arrived on time however, but Ruth assumed I would be late and went looking for me outside the British Museum, while I rotated inside looking for her. We never did meet up. She hadn't my mobile no. and couldn't hear her own!
However Grayson was well worth it. The collection of BM artifacts, placed with his own responses made me see everything with shock and awe. Much the best kind. I have been trying to add Brian Sewells review which says exactly the opposite and so 
astringently. I half agree with him and am half besotted with the exhibition.
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The worst kind of train journey but the exhibition looks to have been worth it. I'd never heard of this man before.
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