Dept of, Life in the Old Gal Yet
Yesterday I had a meeting with some meedja people who are making a programme that impinges upon one of my areas of expertise. And in spite of the fact that I had had to get up earlier than my wont after a not very brilliant night's sleep, and then got to the Tube station and found that there were no trains (and of course buses were sailing fully laden past the stop), but then they decided there was one, so I was not more than a little late, but, well, frazzle, they seemed to think that my expertise was what they were looking for and proceeded to talk about possible filming dates.
So, that.
Also got in some research for a thing I am doing in a couple of months.
But yoga was cancelled, chiz.
And today I went over to South Ken to talk to somebody in a museum in those parts about a topic that is not precisely spot on my area of expertise, but about which I have snapped up a number of unconsidered trifles of relevant information over the years, and at least know where one might look for more.
After which I took a quick turn around the Lockwood Kipling exhibition at the V&A, on the grounds that I was moderately interested and it was free, but that I probably wouldn't make a special expedition to see it so I might as well take this opportunity.
Interesting, but if Lockwood is overlooked because Rudyard, I thought Alice was not as present as she might have been (according to that book about the Macdonald sisters, his career owed a lot to her networking abilities). This entry was originally posted at http://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2572773.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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