To Millbank, and Tate Britain. I met Mr Matthews upon the stair, and we sallied forth to view some fine paintings and drawings by that supreme court painter from Germany, Hans Holbein the Younger. Holbein lived in Britain for 12 years until carried off by the plague in 1543, and painted a few blinders in the meantime. A whacking great 8 out of 10 for this show.
Scoring slightly lower (ahem) there is the Turner Prize exhibition. Mark Titchner's playing about with belief systems, Rebecca Warren's come up with some unfired, lumpen clay scuptures, Tomma Abts' put out some fine, small abstracts (the highlight) and Phil Collins' bores you to death with his endless video installation of interviewer and interviewee. Don't make a detour to visit - 4/10.We walked from Millbank to Waterloo, along the the south bank and past the thronging tourists packed beneath the Millennium wheel and darkening skies. Not much luck in finding a decent pub - we ended up in a dodgy Irish boozer, air heavy with smoke and stale beer. Back home to exercise Lady Grey-hound and then Oliver! All in the name of study - altogether - Oliver, Oliver, never before has a boy asked for more...
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