Who Would Not Be A Bluestocking?

Okay a long but productive weekend: two documentaries (1/2 of gay icons, two exhibitions, a musical, a long walk though St James and the South Bank to the Tate, a rediscovery of a lost bookshop (which was where oursin indicated to me), much editing, and a pleasant meal at the NFT. And patient explanation to the Aged Ps about how it never snows in London.

In between, much dodging of Olympic flames, a close but no cigar visit to the BM, a lousy hotel and spotting books in the right place in Foyles.

More in due course.