First: Bowie. The Bowie Is exhibit started at the V&A and we went early to get tickets and wait in the courtyard for our entry time. The exhibit itself was absorbing; we must have been going through it for more than 3 hours. They give you a headset with recorded tracks and a sensor to figure out where you are in the exhibit and play songs or recordings when the signal picks up (like a radio station). The sensor doesn’t necessarily trigger the audio to start from the beginning of the loop, but picks up as you get closer to a video / display from wherever it is in its loop. The exhibit – as it’s at the V&A – mostly focuses on Bowie’s costumes throughout his career, but there’s a substantial biographical element, especially around the time of Ziggy Stardust. There’s also a huge concert room where either side of the room (about 3 stories high) is playing larger-than-life shows of his including the Glass Spider Tour and a memorial show from around September 11th. Jack’s a really big Bowie fan and I’m a much bigger one after the exhibit and Bowie documentary-binge the next morning.
From the V&A, we went to the Camden Town Brewery to meet Mike, Laura and a few of their friends. We were surrounded by rain outside but sat with a jerk chicken feast and all the pints. Didn’t get home until very late-o-clock.
At Camden Town Brewery
Next weekend, Jack and I met at the train station after work on Friday to go to Reading’s Ale and Jazz Festival. It was a little too expensive (£16 for entry, not including a single drink!), but the weather was beautiful and it was a really nice night. Saturday morning, we walked along the river to the Perch for a folk festival (Irregular Folk) to see bands play all day in this big Bedouin tent. It was an all-day deal with lots of BBQ and a spacious lawn to sprawl out in. My highlight was Message to Bears. Sunday morning, I finally tried this recipe for lemon poppyseed pancakes which were out of this world. Fresh blueberries and strawberries to serve.
The next weekend, we took a day trip to Windsor to walk the miles-long walk between the castle and the hill. Then took a much, much longer walk all the way up to Royal Holloway, where Jack finished his Masters a few years ago.