I got the video, Dansette. Many thanks! It may take me a few days to get around to it, but I'll return it as soon as...
I've been afraid to work out while I'm 'like this'. My weariness amazes me..., but I figured it wouldn't do any harm to go to the Hans Christian Andersen exhibit in the handsome British Library.(I don't go there nearly enough...) It was really interesting, although very dimly lit, and you couldn't see some of the books/illustrations in the cases very well at all. I kept feeling weepy, anyway. I can relate to HCA a lot, a rather pitiful awkward and unsightly figure from a dysfunctional home, etc. etc. Well, at least he got some fame and fortune in the end... I remember as a kid, I'd get really freaked out in school from some of his stories. Like Wilde's fairy tales, they're so extremely sad as to be grotesque, almost frightening. The out and out bloodthirstyness of the Grimms never upset me, but things like THE STEADFAST TIN SOLDIER gave me feckin' brain damage, man.
I passed through Trafalgar Square for the first time since 'Alison Lapper Pregnant' took up residence, and yes, I must admit, she looks much better in situ than photos and TV would suggest.Odd, that...The white of the marble seems less harsh as well. It actually looks OK, although still not Mr Quinn's finest hour, in my opinion.