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Cartoon Museum, Little Russell Street
7 July - 5 September 2010
Toy Tales: Highlight from British Children's TV Animation
From Postgate to Peppa Pig
http://www.cartoonmuseum.org.whisky.webhoster.co.uk/site/
It's probably closest to Holborn - it's at the Coptic Street end of LRS, near the British Museum.
OPENING TIMES
Tuesday- Saturday 10.30-5.30.
Sunday 12.00 - 5.30
Please note we are always closed on Mondays including Bank Holiday Mondays.
ADMISSION
£5.50 Adults
£4 Concessions
£3 Students with valid student ID
Free to Under-18s, Art Fund Members and
Friends of the Cartoon Museum
I went to the Searle exhibition (who as always blurred in my head with Ralph Steadman, whom I always worry about confusing with Gerald Scarfe) on Saturday and enjoyed it, although I wasn't quite in the mood for the history of satire half of the exhibition.
I went as it was finishing, and I also finally caught up with the V&A's Walpole exhibition which is finishing (though might have been extended according to the V&A's powerpoint if not their webpage), and really should have tired harder for the 8.30 train since the V&A was packed, with a distinct bias towards female visitors - last day of Quilts, with long waiting times for the Grace Kelly exhibit, too. Whilst quilts are not my thing, I recall Greer's snide review/think piece, and note once more how the popular cannot, apparently, be any good. (The phrase "great lady scholar" leaps out from much self-serving - is that a scholar of great ladies? The despised Little Britain voices that word "Lay-dee" in my head.) I have a vision of people going to see it because of Greer. I wish I could respect her more, but she seems to have turned into an opinion machine.
Anyway, the Walpole was not as good as I expected - interesting in its own way of recreating the bits and pieces of Strawberry Hill, a sort of non-Catholic precursor to Pugin's house, two or three generations earlier. But I guess I wanted more of Walpole the novelist, and more of what he was reacting against - context. The book was forty quid, so I passed on it. One day I may interlibrary loan. And a trip to the restored building much be done. (I think I confused Strawberry Hill with Fonthill Abbey with its fallen tower - insert Derrida joke - and William Beckford? Vathek, not Otranto)
And once more I curse the bad signage of a design museum, who need to mark exhibition entries more clearly - an arrow left, perhaps?
I bought some podded peas and broad beans from the farmers' market, which turn out to come from Wye, about five miles from here. Ho hum.
And I had a strawberry and cream frappOWchinOW in celebration of Walpole - I suspect not the grande I asked for, and somewhat against better judgement as I tend to the neurOWWWgia with this kind of cold drink. No exception.
Copy of Mysterioso spotted and bought in Museum Street Oxfam - read years ago, a straighter Alan Plater novel. I guess it go on the shelves without a reread.
7 July - 5 September 2010
Toy Tales: Highlight from British Children's TV Animation
From Postgate to Peppa Pig
http://www.cartoonmuseum.org.whisky.webhoster.co.uk/site/
It's probably closest to Holborn - it's at the Coptic Street end of LRS, near the British Museum.
OPENING TIMES
Tuesday- Saturday 10.30-5.30.
Sunday 12.00 - 5.30
Please note we are always closed on Mondays including Bank Holiday Mondays.
ADMISSION
£5.50 Adults
£4 Concessions
£3 Students with valid student ID
Free to Under-18s, Art Fund Members and
Friends of the Cartoon Museum
I went to the Searle exhibition (who as always blurred in my head with Ralph Steadman, whom I always worry about confusing with Gerald Scarfe) on Saturday and enjoyed it, although I wasn't quite in the mood for the history of satire half of the exhibition.
I went as it was finishing, and I also finally caught up with the V&A's Walpole exhibition which is finishing (though might have been extended according to the V&A's powerpoint if not their webpage), and really should have tired harder for the 8.30 train since the V&A was packed, with a distinct bias towards female visitors - last day of Quilts, with long waiting times for the Grace Kelly exhibit, too. Whilst quilts are not my thing, I recall Greer's snide review/think piece, and note once more how the popular cannot, apparently, be any good. (The phrase "great lady scholar" leaps out from much self-serving - is that a scholar of great ladies? The despised Little Britain voices that word "Lay-dee" in my head.) I have a vision of people going to see it because of Greer. I wish I could respect her more, but she seems to have turned into an opinion machine.
Anyway, the Walpole was not as good as I expected - interesting in its own way of recreating the bits and pieces of Strawberry Hill, a sort of non-Catholic precursor to Pugin's house, two or three generations earlier. But I guess I wanted more of Walpole the novelist, and more of what he was reacting against - context. The book was forty quid, so I passed on it. One day I may interlibrary loan. And a trip to the restored building much be done. (I think I confused Strawberry Hill with Fonthill Abbey with its fallen tower - insert Derrida joke - and William Beckford? Vathek, not Otranto)
And once more I curse the bad signage of a design museum, who need to mark exhibition entries more clearly - an arrow left, perhaps?
I bought some podded peas and broad beans from the farmers' market, which turn out to come from Wye, about five miles from here. Ho hum.
And I had a strawberry and cream frappOWchinOW in celebration of Walpole - I suspect not the grande I asked for, and somewhat against better judgement as I tend to the neurOWWWgia with this kind of cold drink. No exception.
Copy of Mysterioso spotted and bought in Museum Street Oxfam - read years ago, a straighter Alan Plater novel. I guess it go on the shelves without a reread.
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