Art...

As the name suggests I have decided to tell you some of my actions in the most gorgeous little London. Many of you do not live in London anymore so I will have to explain some things.(Why would you want to NOT live in London?)

So, you all (hopefully) know the Tate Modern- former power station, on the Thames south bank. Currently an exhibition of the work of a Mr Carsten Höller. It consists of five massive slides, all of which are open for the public to use.

I woke up normal time (about 9ish) and started having breakfast before realising it was a silly idea and putting it back in the fridge. So I finished filling in an application form (I'm trying to get a Christmas job) and put on shoes, etc. Then I doodled off to the Tate with mother and brothers. We went on the slides and it was very fun. There was a lot of queuing but I suppose that doesn't matter.

As always with modern art, the question arises: is this art? The slides are very pretty in a metallic and twisty way. The angles they make with their surroundings are very pretty too. But, art should do more than just be pretty, no? I mean, some of the best art is not pretty, just very expressive.

VODKA RIDE!

Due to the speed at which my delightful hamster moves and the slow speed at which the camera works, these pictures are not amazing. However, they are the best pictures I have of her (as of yet) so look and say "Aaaw!"

This picture best displays her markings. Shamefully it also displays a worn t-shirt (belonging to Luke, but comandeered by... erm... myself), and my held-together-with-celotape-phone (which I love). I just want you to know, though, that I have NEVER seen a hamster with three distinct colours in their fur.


That is a picture of her running away from the camera... silly child. And this picture is the only one I have of her face. I promise when I have better pictures I will show you them. Isn't she gorgeous?

Woah, okay. Time has run out. I must toodle off downstairs and be quiet in my bedroom. Goodnight. xxx

breakfast

For a long, long time I have been very skeptical of this thing commonly known as "breakfast". The main reason being that facing anything with any flavour at all when you've just got up is disgusting in my mind. However, while watching Constantine today, I ate some Special K that I found in the cupboard and it was very tasty. Anyway, this is just a note to say that I am trying to get some photos of Vodka that do her justice. Hugs to you all. xxx