Bum hole

Day 301 - Well after a sleepless night due to the noisy hotel neighbours and not actually the storm, we were up and out early to explore the South Bank given the Tube was predictably playing up. After brunch at Giraffe we started our epic circular tourist walk taking in the London Eye, Big Ben, parliament square, No 10, cabinet office with the crashed crane, horseguards, Trafalgar Square, Embankment, Festival Hall etc, southbank skate park and watched a graffiti artist at work, OXO building, before finally making it to the Tate Modern. My little culture vulture got right into the surrealist works describing what kind of dreams they were - of a naked female 'good dream' - weird colourful woman 'oh a baaaad dream'. My favourite critique was of this installation by Mark Rothko and proclaiming it looked like 'a bum hole'! A lady overhearing this and noticing my dumbstruckness got my lad to squint to try and see the window only to still have 'nah it's still looks like a bum hole cos it's pink'. Can't argue with that especially when the artist wanted to create a feeling of making the viewer 'feel like they are trapped in a room where all the doors and windows are bricked up, so that all they can do is butt their heads against the wall' One of my favourite pieces was the Channel One, Channel Two, Channel Three by Mike Kelley and after queuing up to look through the three plywood structures and watching how everyone went from the smallest to largest viewer, the boy and me decided we had to be different and went largest to smallest, and to find everyone after copied us - a small study in human nature, maybe? After a rest back at the hotel we headed up to Covent Garden for sliders and dogs at Shake Shack, watched the street entertainers, before heading back via Chinatown. Been a full on day, but a memorable one with my lil dude.