I went to the Tate Modern and took a turn around their Surrealist exhibition before having lunch at the pub next door where I’m pretty sure I’ve been before. After that I went up Tottenham Court Road and had a look in one or two of the computer shops up there. The one where I bought my laptop seems to have disappeared because I’m sure where it used to be is now a building site.
As I was heading to the Tate Modern, I noted that there were quite a few posh people around and a police presence outside St Paul’s cathedral. Probably a memorial service, although I don’t know who the beneficiary was.
I had a mail message from Dad saying that the same issue of New Humanist had been posted to me. I suppose I may have given my postal address when I signed up for the magazine back in April last year, but the thing is that the subscription has long since expired. I can only guess that Caspar Melville is fishing for a renewal, which I’ll do once I have my new Switch card. I would get NH sent to my address in China were it not for the fact that I doubt whether it’d reach me. While China may not be of that much concern to NH, I doubt whether Nanny would allow a magazine which encourages people to think for themselves into the country. National Geographic’s apparently all right with its Disney view of the world.
I bought a copy of Private Eye today, although from glancing through it, I see that nothing much has changed. Society is still suffering from the same vices and follies.