Sunday, October 14, 2007

Having your dick tugged on by the teasing hand of fate

Shucks howdy but I just had a tease. An hour ago I got a call from someone working on a production that needed a script supervisor ASAP. That is to say, someone able to work mon-thurs this week for nothing but expenses. But I'd have to quit my publishing job cold turkey in order to do it. Between my parents and a good friend there was a lot of waffling over what to do, weighing financial stability against why I came to this country in the first place. But in the end I got some wise advice to find out more about the damn production before making my decision.

In my exuberance, this had never even occurred to me. Always consult others before making big decisions folks, if only to help cover your blind spots! After a bit more careful reading of the materials I was sent it turned out to be a student short. Well, bless them krazy kids but taking a big leap like I'd have to simply isn't worth it if I'm going to land in a small puddle (and break my legs, to complete the metaphor). I gave them by best wishes and turned them down. Still though, damn, maybe I should be giving unpaid work with actual production companies a more serious look again. I'd pretty much rubbed them out as a possibility, feeling I couldn't afford it. but given how quickly I've been able to find temp data entry work (and some of the pay figures I was being offered just before taking this publishing job in Hammersmith)...well, I think I'll be looking back at it again.

Komix
Meanwhile, I've been looking over what I'm getting down for the comic and I like it but once again there shall be no update! This is because I'm fast realizing that I cannot escape the siren call of continuity and if I am to be having a story that develops then I need to maybe not just be making it up as I go along - as I've been doing thus far! Theoretically I could post the couple of comics I've got done and catch up today, but then it would only take one more violently loud house party or whatever to push me back into a cycle of catch-ups. I've found this painful enough to read, so I think I'm going to take advantage of the sunny side of not having a big audience and abide from updating though NOT working on the comic until I have a good buffer. Then I shall pseudo re-launch with gusto, a safety barrier and less pressure to crank it out which will - as my stupid habits seem to dictate - result in more being cranked out. That being said, I may have a fun drawing of yours truly up later today.

After the things I'm NOT doing, here is something I did/saw
So yes, I went to the ICA and caught that Extreme Environmental Guerrillas exhibit. It was much more of a fanciful, artistic endeavor than a matter of hard science but that's okay!

That's okay.

It should come as little surprise to those who know me that in my more frustrated moments I've often wondered if the only way we're going to avoid the "turn it around in less than ten years or we literally become a dying planet" thing is for some kind of literal eco-fascist regime or regimes to spring up. The guerrillas exhibit contained elements of just that. Take a gander at the manifesto of this fictional group.
Now it's important to remember that this is not a serious proposal but an art project by a very talented looking lady named Michiko Nitta (whose nicely designed portfolio site can be seen here, with the Guerrillas project at the top of the right-hand side bar). Communication, food and death were the main subsections of the project/installation/what-have-you. Regardless of how plausible it is, I rather like the idea of hi-jacking the digital information tags to be found on thousands of animals around the world for a rudimentary communication relay network which would tie into the different species migratory patterns in an attempt to avoid the CO2 heavy traditional postal service (for letters, anyways) and the terrifying, ultra-disposable bullshit of mobile phones.

The art was also certainly ahead of the science when it came to the matter of food. The general idea being that we need to breed small, tasty animals which can be reared in our (in this case, the English) immediate neighborhood. This would not only get rid of the large carbon footprint of shipping in food from the countryside (and other countries) but would be using herds of animals which don't have as heavy an impact on their location as, say, cows. The pigeon/quail hybrid was a oddly amusing.And the inevitable rat hybrid (the Rattit - part rabbit).Now, as might be expected, the most extreme portion of the project comes under the final sub-section of death. I didn't get the best photo due to someone being in the way, but here is a shot of the Logan's Run style earring which is the centerpiece of the death section.In a nutshell, the proper EEG member would be fitted with one of these earrings at age twenty. Inside are a set of rings which prevent a needle containing one part muscle relaxant and one part lethal drug from injecting into the wearer. The inner ring rotates slowly and eventually, at age forty, the needle is allowed through to kill the wearer. Simply put, the less days we spend on this Earth, the less we consume of it. Remember, this is an art installation and not really a serious proposal. My first thought was of how the bloody things would probably go through some Beta problems and wind up offing a bunch of people in twenty minutes instead of twenty years. But it does set up the attention grabbing tagline "What would you do if you knew you only had forty years?".

After this there was a very enjoyable film titled "The Great Flood of London" (by Ellen Page) whose potential yo warn was somewhat undercut by the fanciful aesthetics (note the return of Zeppelins).



Another part of the installation, by a different person all together, featured a functional rainwater capacitor system made entirely from recycled water bottles. It's aimed at the suburban garden in an attempt to help make the currently unsustainable suburbs something we might be able to keep past the next fifty years without making terrible sacrifices. Sadly the designer, Elliot Frazer Payne, doesn't seem to have a website.Finally we come to something that I rather liked, a serious attempt at blending solar power and fashion. The website (and pdf) explains it much better than I can so I'll simply say that if I saw them for sale in a store, I would certainly pick some up (maybe holding out for a more masculine equivalent).

Saturday, October 13, 2007

PIGEON ACTIVISTS?

Yup!BAHAHAHahahahhhhooooo boy...

Friday, October 12, 2007

Writing and drawing are getting done but I still need some breathing space from the computer. I have a fully drawn comic and scripts for the next two, so I should be catching up soon.

Tomorrow I'm going to check out this exhibit and if I'm allowed to take pictures than I shall.

There should be a way to use Photoshop without using your forearms.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Writin' writin' drawin' writin' switchin' the second update to "during the working week" (hey, it works for Templar - which I recommend by and by, though you'll want to start from the beginning) so I can afford things like being interviewed or attending the weekly scriptwriters meet that starts the week after next. Will it be full of chumps or champs? I guess I'll find out on the 23rd.

Meanwhile, check out this guy. A New Yorker who tries to live (along with his wife and child) at as close to zero ecological impact as possible. If this was in a field in the middle of nowhere it'd be kind of interesting, but in New York? Makes me wonder what I could pull off...and gets me thinking about affordable solar panels.

DOUBLE Meanwhile: Hello friends of Sara! The interview was good fun, even if I did ramble off on some of the worst diatribes. I'm still trying to remember how I got from talking about Facebook etc to coining the phrase "Schrodinger's Penis". At one point I was asked "Will this be blogged about?".

NOPE.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Of many coloured men and explosions

Tomorrow night I'm looking forward to what should be an interesting interview. Someone I recently met is coming by to film me as interview fodder for her documentary on Internet community websites and Internet identities in general. Considering what a raging cynic I've been about this until....well pretty much until I came to England and felt that I actually had a decent reason to start a blog, I think I should be able to provide some usable content. It almost goes without saying that I'm cleaning up my apartment, lest filthy bachelor ways be exposed to a viewing audience.

In my own film antics, about two weeks from now Myspace Man* will be free from his professional obligations and we're going to meet to plan out shooting schedules. Though he and I might try and do a one-day shoot thing for a warm-up before the post-apocalyptic short, I'm generally done when it comes to writing stuff in relation to working with him. So now I'm fondling the loose threads of some of my scripts to see which one I want to run with. A short is something I could shop around to another collaborator and thus get more of my stuff out "there" faster...but it's been over a year since I finished my last feature length script and I really want to take a hack at another, especially since I have a detailed treatment for one.

I've even been looking back past my script notebooks and into old Wordperfect files holding my high school short stories. Thanks to mum sending me a photocopy of it, I can even amuse myself by looking back to the very first story I ever "penned". The quotation marks are there because I dictated it to mum while at the age of five during my first March break. Maybe you'll find it precocious, maybe mundane but here she blows.
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The Wars of China and Canada End
Written and illustrated (Sadly the drawings didn't photocopy well at all) by Oliver Brackenbury
Age 5

It all started under the Earths crust. There was a savage war between China and Canada. The sun rose into outer space and so did the moon and it was all dark all around the world.
Then China created the monsters from the water mines under the Earths crust and they created the dark monsters from the darkness of the world.
Canada created two powerful, glowing pink men and then they created the sun men from the sun and they were burning all around themselves.
Then the wars went on. Many got killed and came alive again because they were creatures that never die. After awhile the battle ended. Then China and Canada shared their food. They learned how to be friends.

Then one day Canada sprayed chemicals on their plants to keep bugs away but Canada made a serious mistake. The chemicals created very bad pink men. Then China did the same thing and created bad purple men.
The bad creatures they had created had a war once more. The Earth exploded and people were floating around the galaxy from their dead world.
Then God created Earth once more with gases and other things. He said "Go back to your world and have no more wars - have Peace!"

But the Canadian people got mixed up and went to China accidentally and the Chinese went to Canada accidentally. They all tried to take places back to their own places but they had to save money for their tickets.
In the end they all got home to their own country.

The End
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I would have to say my favorite part is when everybody has to save up for their tickets. Truly this is a moral of fiscal responsibility. Oh and one thing I can tell from the photocopied drawings is that the Canadian monsters all had big teeth and must have been based on jelly finger puppets I used to have (Thanks, Internet!). The Chinese monsters seem to be basically bald humans who look very pleased with themselves. God is nowhere to be seen.

But then, isn't that always the way?

*For those of you recently tuning in, "Myspace Man" is my nom de plume for a fellow that I am collaborating on film projects with at the moment. Three guesses which ugly, poorly designed social networking website I met him on.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

BREAKING NEWS: East European techno is, by and large, proven to kill baby birds and kind ideas

I have discovered this by being kept up most of the night by it. Thank you, pseudo-anonymous house party that the police finally busted up at five am.

Thus I have spent the day feeling rumbled, properly. But if I don't post a First World Problems comic then, by gum, I shall post something.

Meanwhile, here is an Ottawa/Oliver centric crossword that my friend Cathy sent over as part of a birthday gift a while back. I scanned it in before I did it and just now remembered that I had done so! This is a most factual account.
Addendum: Hey, if it's good enough for Chris Onstad then it's good enough for me.

Friday, October 05, 2007

*beep*

Wow, sorry guys but I've kind of hit a total computer use burnout. This can partially be blamed on excessive email and chat correspondence. One side effect of moving here is that I now have a whole lot of penpals and sometimes the planets align so that a lot of them write me all in the same couple of days.

Until I return proper like, enjoy the website for the video I last posted "Nature, Red in Tooth & Claw". There you can see two more videos (and another new one by the tenth) as well as the really fun fake biography of the narrator.

Tata!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

"The African Savannah...

Thanks to my swimming with fever (he's an okay guy) all of yesterday, the comic will probably be delayed until tomorrow night - though I shall try!

Until then, enjoy this magnificent nature short which features what I've always felt such shows are missing -bigoted, sexualized gender politics.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Bits and pieces of the city from last Saturday

On my way down from Tottenham court road I passed through St. Martin in the fields (the church is undergoing serious reconstruction, so I didn't bother with any pictures - though one day I shall).
I was almost annoyed that I'd just managed to miss an exhibit on contemporary Canadian design, I would have liked to see how the embassy would be portraying us to the outside world...to take the stance of the other vis a vis Canada. the Meanwhile, here's a couple more of the Canadian Embassy...See the flag nearest? I feel like such fool, I had to actually think to remember that it was for Nunavut. Just a second, but a second too long I should think!
Eventually I ambled away and came across these burning braziers.
But the only clue I could find as to what their adjoining building was for or who owned it was this flag. Ten internet points to whoever might tell me what it represents!I then passed the Texan embassy and nearly shat myself before I realized it was a restaurant.


Dropping south, past the ICA along the MALL and into St. James Park, I came across this monument to all the fallen London police officers.The book is updated each year with not only names but descriptions of the officers. It was nice, in a way, to see that the lists for the past few years were not terribly long ones.Tomorrow there just might be a new comic, if you cross your legs and pray the requisite amount of times.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Few things are sweeter...

...than when the conversation behind you, on the bus, paints the outline of a short script for you. I had that joy yesterday on the way up through Camden from Tottenham Court Road.

Well, if you are a writer then this is a sweet thing!

THE REST OF YOU HAVE A NEW KOMIC

Also, for the first time in at least a decade, Whoopi Goldberg has not only come to my attention but greatly amused me as she tackles a co-host on The View...

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Tick tock, tick tock: Halfway through the probationary period.

"Little Ben", not a product of Island Dwarfism, is to be found near Victoria Station.

So time has flown, as it will, and I'm now halfway through the two year probationary period I've placed London on. Well, it won't technically be the one year anniversary of my arriving in London until Monday night but I'll be out that evening and blah blah seize the moment when you can.After a painfully sore foot keeping me in pseudo-house arrest last weekend, I was damned if I was going to stay around Islington today. With no specific game plan in mind, I grabbed a bus down to The City and went on a ramble which helped connect a lot of the dots which I've been highlighting here. I can honestly say that I can now give directions with confidence when it comes to The City and that I don't really need my London A-Z for that area anymore. If I had three hours and felt like wearing my feet into stumps, I could actually navigate from my doorstep to the Thames. My journey today started with a rough plan which placed me at that 177 year old cane and umbrella store I found near the British Museum.

After ogling some decently priced, superior umbrellas for the discerning gentleman (one of which I may come back and buy to replace the stupid, cheap thing I bought from a pharmacy) I think I was just about to inquire about the sword canes when I looked out the window. The fall sun hit the leaves and the architecture just right enough to produce that weird sensation which I've fallen prey to a few times before (at least one of which I've mentioned here). My eyes got a little wider, my imagination starts firing on all cylinders and any plan I may have had gets wiped out with a ruthless efficiency. One barely trembling foot steps in front of the other and off I go, a slight running of excess saliva along my lower lip. After my experience in Soho the other night, I must say I'm pleased this can still happen.
Retracing my steps, I know I went to Soho Square, enjoyed the peace it offers and wrote a short while before heading down Charing Cross road and Leicester Square. From there I found myself at St. Martins just before Trafalgar square - where I more took pictures of features which I've neglected in the past. I'll post most of them later in the week, for now I'll stick to the ones which I feel are most relevant today.So yes, do I want to come back? Sometimes! In fact, it wasn't more than a week ago I was seriously looking at coming over for the holidays...and staying. But while I was going around today, after the initial tourist-ettes passed, I guess all the thoughts I've been turning over for weeks now have finally coalesced into something better resembling a decision. I'm not coming back for good, this December. I don't yet know if I want to stay for good, but I know I want to stay longer. Fifteen months just isn't enough. Not when there's so much to do - I've just signed up for the ICA and by gum that place alone has enough to keep me fascinated. Plus the very physical reaction that sights like the southern promenade of St. James Park can trigger in me is something I'm not ready to say goodbye to yet.Addendum: Oh man oh geez I wish I had had some million dollar camera which could have captured the way I saw this last sight. The picture just doesn't do it justice, so I've included the others I took in the hopes that maybe they'll help. I'm not being hyperbolic for effect here, something really moved me about this.
It not only touched upon my appreciation for beauty but trigged some kind of nexus point between a dense multitude of treasured memories from as many moments and places in my life. If I'd been standing in a regular lane I'm not sure how long I would have ignored the cars behind me, but probably long enough for someone to get out of the car to move me.Anyways, I better sign off now before I start prattling on like some coke head squirrel going on about his favorite car.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Of cult gangster films and the adornment of dorm walls

To all my North American readers, though residents of other nations may have run into this phenomenon too, I'd like to ask you to bring yourself back to three iconic images which you see again and again on bedroom walls of those between the ages of 14-29 and in especially high concentration in "counterculture" poster shops as well as dorm rooms.

You've got your Scarface.

Then you've got your classic Pulp Fiction and your "Jules and Vincent" Pulp Fiction poster.

To a lesser degree you have your Goodfellas and your Godfather, but these three posters are the truly ubiquitous ones.

So yes, you certainly see them in England but there is one homegrown film which has a similar role.

(Micheal Caine is) Get Carter

Coming here I kind of remembered that there had been such a film, but only thanks to the shit-awful American remake from 2000 starring Sylvester Stallone, his then dying career. But when I started exploring film circles, book shops, poster shops, theater bars and the like I noticed one image kept coming up again and again.
Generally in black and white, sometimes in color, this is the most highly reproduced image from the film. From everything I'd read and all the evidence of the staying power this film has had in the popular culture of England, I'd say this is one of the essential English gangster films. You can read a synopsis and get a bunch of trivia at the site I linked to (or good old Wikipedia, of course). Maybe even IMDB, but why would you want to hurt your eyes on such an ugly website? (I mean really, is it just me or is it about as aesthetically pleasing as a Dee-Lites' video?).

What I'll tell you is my own reaction to the film, which I decided to pick up a couple months back when I'd noticed this very image stenciled on a wall near Leicester square (didn't have my camera at the time and, sadly, it had been obliterated by the time I came that way again). Like a lot of films older than about twenty years, the pacing can feel slow at times. But it's the steady building of an incredible momentum that carries you through the last third of the movie with an intensity that's impossible to ignore. It raises questions in you, early on, that you have to have answered. Best of all, it warrants repeat viewings and not just for film nerds who want to study it.

I'd seen Alfie not long before Get Carter and what struck me was how similar Alfie and Carter were and how these similarities highlighted the contrasts. Both characters are very sure of themselves and quick to assert control over any situation they find themselves in. Both cast a hard exterior and yet obviously are very sensitive to a few, highly specific facets of life. The differences lay, of course, in how they enact these characteristics and the fates their behavior brings them too.

I strongly recommend watching the two films back to back, which shouldn't be hard as any video store that carries classic Caine will have both. Anyways, enough of that then!

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Meanwhile, I'm blatantly stealing this clip from Posterchild's site. Just to warn you, it does feature scenes of (albeit animated) torture.

He put it up because of the stencil technique employed. I'm putting it up because I found it to be a suitably gripping piece of film work and an interesting angle on a well worked subject, an angle which I feel runs parallel to Adam Curtis' take on similar matters.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Jesus Jumped Up Christ...

...it is FREEZING in London right now. Something like six degrees Celsius of wet, wet, wet cold.

Perhaps the satisfaction of having made a new comic will keep me warm?


Meanwhile, I think Overcompensating knocked it out of the park today and, if my recent dearth of purty pictures is leaving a gaping hole in your life, may I suggest swinging by my pal Tom's page for some incredible photographs of Hawaii - including where he goes to camp inside a volcano known as The House of the Sun.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

A quiet bit

Not much to say today, just two little items

1) Some news about an area of London I know which only serves to reinforce my intense opposition to the terribly problematic notion of cultural relativism. (Little reminder, when the English use the term "Asian" they generally mean people from between Turkey to the Indian Sub-continent, using "East Asian" or "Pacific Asian" to denote what we Canadians usually think of when simply saying "Asian").

2) I was walking to the Tottenham court tube station after having a drink with a friend in Soho when a thought occurred to me. "There is some novelty in walking through this neighborhood in the evening, but not as much as there used to be. On the other hand, it's somewhat personally flattering to think that I'm becoming less of a tourist/immigrant and more of a native".

Huh.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Phew! New comic and an honest to goodness little art upgrade

Only a lil' one, I know, but still it is a comic! I learned a lot while creating a reference page for Charlotte and salvaging/partially redrawing the disaster I aborted this past Wednesday. But it all took precious time! Still, I'll be much better prepared this coming Wednesday.

Blogger is acting WEIRD about uploading images. When I moved my small archive of twelve strips to the new address I had to put them on Photobucket and link to them as I kept getting that damn problem. But then, when I was done the new comic I tried regular uploading from my hard drive and wam bam spickidey spam....it worked?

Meanwhile, it's been a quiet weekend thanks to an incredibly sore right foot that has kept me from wanting to walk too far. This is what I get for having feet one size larger than what 99% of shoe stores in England carry, thus necessitating my getting my parents to send me a new pair of dress shoes from good ol' PayMore ShoeMoreShoe. While wating for them, I guess I've basically been walking on soles so thin as to not count under the Geneva conventions and thus here we are.

I did see Superbad though and I'd give it a hearty recommendation, even over Knocked Up. It just held together better, albeit probably because it had a simpler premise, and the overall theme of friends helping each other through tough transitions was executed in such a way that it was impossible not to see all sorts of funny and/or heartwarming similarities in my own life while watching. It doesn't desperately need the big screen though, so waiting for rental might not be a bad idea.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

A huh....

Apparently I can upload pictures alright, just not from the specific folder in which I kept the batch of Notting Hill pictures.

AND NOW YOU KNOW.

But at least this means I can post comics this weekend!

A smidgen of Notting Hill

Here's something I'm definitely not used to seeing in Canada, a monument which addresses the Spanish Civil War. This is a topic generally not covered much, if at all, in Canadian high school history teachings and generally most folk don't much about it. I was certainly quite ignorant until about two months ago when I was reading Noam Chomsky's Objectivity & Liberal Scholarship, which used Western study of the history of the conflict as it's model.
Not unlike another monument I highlighted almost a year ago, this mural acknowledges people from the neighborhood who went and fought in the conflict. If you've seen one photo from the Civil War, it's generally this one by Robert Capa.Otherwise Notting Hill was a pretty standard, pleasant London neighborhood. Not as upscale as Kensington but certainly not as drab as North Islington, I can easily see why people would want to live here. Naturally, I kept looking about to see why you'd want to use this neighborhood to shoot a movie.

It's nice, but I wasn't sure what qualified Notting Hill over other areas I've seen. To be fair, this is based off of one fifty minute jaunt during a lunch break! After reading up on the matter a little bit, it turns out the director just really liked it so there. This I can sympathize with.

Also I just now seem unable to upload further photos to blogger, which is disconcerting since the Internet Gods smiled on me and freed up firstworldproblems.blogspot.com for me to leap on. Later today I hope to post a revised version of what I aborted earlier in the week! Until then...

Thursday, September 20, 2007

While teaching paw how to make a blog...

....I came across the blog which has claimed www.firstworldproblems.blogspot.com

It's soooo abandoned! Does anyone know how to go about petitioning to get a dead blog cleared out so someone else can use the url?

The British Musem: Part 3 - Elgin Marbles

Right then! The Elgin Marbles are arguably the British Museum's most famous, long term exhibit. You can thank this wacky bastard for their having been taken from the Parthenon in Athens, as well as their English given title.There are folk of both countries that would like them returned to their rightful place, but frankly I do not see this happening anytime soon. This is if only for the fact that both countries generally have much higher priorities to worry about and because the timelessness of the Elgin Marbles doesn't exactly put any great urgency to the matter.I wish I had the kind of photographic memory which would have let me piece the marbles into the Parthenon using memories from my trip to Athens, but alas I could only sort of guess. Still, it was interested to know that I have now seen the almost the literal entirety of the Parthenon (a handful of pieces are scattered amongst other national museums, though the Swiss and the Germans are notable for having given theirs back).One nice thing about seeing the marbles was that I wasn't trying to blink back a blazing sun while I observed them, nor where the milling tourists nearly so thick (in more than one sense of the word). Being able to properly focus on some of the statues, like this torso of Poseidon, better allowed me to connect with the majesty of the artistry and the myths to which they are connected.Though you can find all sorts of statements and explanations for what happened regarding the transfer of the marbles and the reasons for keeping or giving them back...I thought it'd be fun to grab a picture of the explanations given on large plaques just outside the entrance to the exhibit.
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In unrelated news, the fourteen tenets of a fascist regime are a hell of a thing to read when you realize that everyone's favorite American administration has checked of every single one.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Oh me, oh my, oh pooooop

I'm sorry folks, but in the interest of not serving up a steaming dogpile there won't be a new comic today.

On a related note my hat's off to all the professional cartoonists who have to draw just as well on a bad day as a good. On another related note - PROTIP: If you make a mistake that really pisses you off, take a step back and pause for a moment before continuing. Don't just power through and draw faster, harder with the expectation that you can kick difficulties ass....somehow.

Siiiiigh.....fuck it, I'm off to bed. Enjoy Bill Maher's rebuttle to the whole "Freedom Fry" mentality, if a bit past when that was first topical.

Tomorrow? Elgin marbles my dear.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

The British Musem: Part 2

Outside!
The design of the central chamber was not what I was expecting at all...And a few shots from the west wings "Enlightenment" section, just past those lovely clocks.
I rather enjoyed the way this wing made you feel like you were in the library of an eccentric member of the aristocracy...which only makes sense given how such individuals have often given financial aid to the museum over the years.While I fiddled around the neighborhood briefly, I found a specialty store where one could - if one were so inclined - dagger canes and swordsticks.
I may go back for an estimate. Just out of curiosity, you understand.
Tomorrow will undoubtedly yield a comic, but Thursday I'll be showing some of those Greek treasures which the British Museum is "keeping safe". Until then!