Season's Greetings at the National. Yes, Christmas is long gone. No, it didn't feel out of Season. Set: a cross-section of a family home. Script: a cross-section of holiday misery. Snorts a plenty.
Electro-Late night, Museum of London. A walking, talking android. My wildest BSG dreams answered. Almost. (Plus gorged on the historical displays.)
Book club at The Chocolate Teapot, Esher. Inaugural session, on The Hare with Amber Eyes. Takes me back to studenthood. With the added bonus of yummy scones.
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