Oh Lord, Museums at Night already and we haven’t even got the infernal Easter bunny out of the way.
I do think commissioning it from Antony Gormley was worth it for the publicity – still chuckling at that Willy Wonky crack on the local newspaper. But who would have thought 300 cubic metres of chocolate would take up so much space?
Getting at least the ears into the stores has helped, but I dread to think of the final bill for the air con running full blast 24 hours a day.
Thanks for all of your suggestions for activities and events, some frankly more helpful than others. We probably won’t, actually, take up the idea for the parent and child hands-on Egyptology session, Embalm Your Mummy.
And by the same token, I just think the Bog Off, ritual sacrifice in the lily-pond concept, is going to be more trouble than it’s worth.
I do find the idea of squid ink and black truffle risotto in the cafe with all the lights out appealing, but I think we’ll probably steer clear of that entire area after last year.
So unfortunate that our council member for museums and storm drains chose the very next day to visit, and I was never quite sure that he was entirely convinced that the Marmite and ketchup wall painting was a teaser for our Rothko show.
Sooner or later he’s going to figure out that our partnership with the Tate means they’re sending us a peanut butter jar of sunflower seeds, not the entire Rothko room.
Ah! Yes, that could work. Do we still have all those icepicks from the Beardmore Glacier climbing wall on the top landing that the safety fficer hated? So, Dark and Milk? Bring a bucket, borrow an icepick, take away your own sweet masterpiece, all you can sculpt, eat or carry or a fiver?
By candle light, I think, then Willy might look slightly more like a Maypole than Easter without ears. Anything left over, I think we’ll just have to have Year 3 from Saint Aloysius in again – heaven knows if they ate the othko mural they’ll eat anything.
I do think commissioning it from Antony Gormley was worth it for the publicity – still chuckling at that Willy Wonky crack on the local newspaper. But who would have thought 300 cubic metres of chocolate would take up so much space?
Getting at least the ears into the stores has helped, but I dread to think of the final bill for the air con running full blast 24 hours a day.
Thanks for all of your suggestions for activities and events, some frankly more helpful than others. We probably won’t, actually, take up the idea for the parent and child hands-on Egyptology session, Embalm Your Mummy.
And by the same token, I just think the Bog Off, ritual sacrifice in the lily-pond concept, is going to be more trouble than it’s worth.
I do find the idea of squid ink and black truffle risotto in the cafe with all the lights out appealing, but I think we’ll probably steer clear of that entire area after last year.
So unfortunate that our council member for museums and storm drains chose the very next day to visit, and I was never quite sure that he was entirely convinced that the Marmite and ketchup wall painting was a teaser for our Rothko show.
Sooner or later he’s going to figure out that our partnership with the Tate means they’re sending us a peanut butter jar of sunflower seeds, not the entire Rothko room.
Ah! Yes, that could work. Do we still have all those icepicks from the Beardmore Glacier climbing wall on the top landing that the safety fficer hated? So, Dark and Milk? Bring a bucket, borrow an icepick, take away your own sweet masterpiece, all you can sculpt, eat or carry or a fiver?
By candle light, I think, then Willy might look slightly more like a Maypole than Easter without ears. Anything left over, I think we’ll just have to have Year 3 from Saint Aloysius in again – heaven knows if they ate the othko mural they’ll eat anything.
