Southbank on a Sunday
Wow! Never realised how popular London's Southbank is on a Sunday!
In the end Mum and I went to the gallery whilst Robert made a point of not going ('moron' comes to mind).
There was this really chic food market (cheeses, wines, pastries, preserves, chocolates, game pies, etc) just before you get to the bank of the river Thames. The journey had been long so we make a quick browse and had a cheese straw each!
Along the Southbank are some concert halls, a small Foyles, a foreign film shop, a used book stall, a little square of small designers (had a real Camden Town feel) and lots of restaurants!
At the end was the OXO Tower. Ground floor was the gallery and some more shops and restaurants. First floor were posher shops and restaurants. Second floor and up were apartments! What a great postcode!
The exhibition was five photographers / artists who either have children with Down Syndrome or are young people with Down Syndrome. It was free to look around and very interesting. In fact it was beautiful. We especially came to see Chris Diedo. The exhibition finished today but please do a web search for him - he's a lovely lad from a lovely family and his photography is very good. It will change your perceptions on 'learning disabilities'.
We returned to the market via the foreign film shop where I bought the whole second series of Arthur for £3.99! This time we took longer to walk around the market and bought a nice melty piece of gorgonzola. For lunch I had rabbit and tomato pasta whilst mum had a hog roast roll (both available from the market). I wanted to have a chocolate ice cream for desert but rabbit is filling!
On the way home we listened to 'Goodbye Blues' by The Hush Sound on my mp3 player and checked in on the allotment to see what Robert had done in his alone time.
He was supposed to cook dinner but hadn't really done much towards it by the time we got back. I'll make allowances for that - we did get back earlier than mum had said we would. I got mighty pissed off though when I was presented with a chicken bone with no chicken on it whilst mum and him tucked into two, nice, fat pieces of chicken breast. He then really pushed his luck by doing his normal dinner table chit chat where he slags off things and calls people 'miserable sods' (rich coming from the guy who adamantly refused to support the work of a local boy with Down Syndrome). And when he made a smug comment about our lunch (because he didn't bother to make himself any, we were suddenly gorging ourselves) I just decided enough was enough and came up here.
So anyway, excluding Bob, it was a great day and I recommend it if you have a few free hours on a rainy Sunday.
NOW GO SEARCH FOR CHRIS DIEDO!
In the end Mum and I went to the gallery whilst Robert made a point of not going ('moron' comes to mind).
There was this really chic food market (cheeses, wines, pastries, preserves, chocolates, game pies, etc) just before you get to the bank of the river Thames. The journey had been long so we make a quick browse and had a cheese straw each!
Along the Southbank are some concert halls, a small Foyles, a foreign film shop, a used book stall, a little square of small designers (had a real Camden Town feel) and lots of restaurants!
At the end was the OXO Tower. Ground floor was the gallery and some more shops and restaurants. First floor were posher shops and restaurants. Second floor and up were apartments! What a great postcode!
The exhibition was five photographers / artists who either have children with Down Syndrome or are young people with Down Syndrome. It was free to look around and very interesting. In fact it was beautiful. We especially came to see Chris Diedo. The exhibition finished today but please do a web search for him - he's a lovely lad from a lovely family and his photography is very good. It will change your perceptions on 'learning disabilities'.
We returned to the market via the foreign film shop where I bought the whole second series of Arthur for £3.99! This time we took longer to walk around the market and bought a nice melty piece of gorgonzola. For lunch I had rabbit and tomato pasta whilst mum had a hog roast roll (both available from the market). I wanted to have a chocolate ice cream for desert but rabbit is filling!
On the way home we listened to 'Goodbye Blues' by The Hush Sound on my mp3 player and checked in on the allotment to see what Robert had done in his alone time.
He was supposed to cook dinner but hadn't really done much towards it by the time we got back. I'll make allowances for that - we did get back earlier than mum had said we would. I got mighty pissed off though when I was presented with a chicken bone with no chicken on it whilst mum and him tucked into two, nice, fat pieces of chicken breast. He then really pushed his luck by doing his normal dinner table chit chat where he slags off things and calls people 'miserable sods' (rich coming from the guy who adamantly refused to support the work of a local boy with Down Syndrome). And when he made a smug comment about our lunch (because he didn't bother to make himself any, we were suddenly gorging ourselves) I just decided enough was enough and came up here.
So anyway, excluding Bob, it was a great day and I recommend it if you have a few free hours on a rainy Sunday.
NOW GO SEARCH FOR CHRIS DIEDO!