Three amigos
After breakfast in bed with Lorraine, I caught the train to Blackfriars to meet Bob and Carl who were siting outside the national theatre. Carl's Friday was 'a stolen day' after a short story he wrote years ago, where he spent his time wandering about his multitude of old London haunts. The three of us quickly settled on a plan, which was to walk eastward along the Thames, a journey to be punctuated by moments of refreshment, first in Doggetts . Bob asked about the pool table, and there hadn't been one there for ten years. Then we sloped into the Tate, where Bob insisted he didn't want to see anything with saggy white strings. Instead we went to see the The Shape of Light 100 years of photography and abstract art , which seemed mostly composed of black and white prints with squiggles of light on them, and other abstractions. Very few paintings, one being a Mondrian, which Carl pointed out, matched his socks (see below). I had gained free entry with my Member...