Slip-sliding away…
Well. As we all know, London is about to become 50kg the poorer. Friday night saw the fair-thee-well of Miss KT … as did Saturday morning… and various clubs and pubs around the pretty town. Yes, at one point I remember looking at the young lass and thinking – my word! She is full-sails to the breeze! Which is certainly saying something given the way that I felt Saturday morning. I am just not as young as I used to be. Come Sunday morning I was still under the weather, but kept my date with Brigid, Tim and a very long slide.
The Tate modern as a current “exhibition” that takes the form of 3-4 very long tubular bendy slippery-slides. Now, while I cannot judge the artistic merit, I can say that these slides are damn fun. We got there early, elbowed some kids out of the way and Brigid and Tim ran to the ticket desk, leaving me in fits of giggles, to be the first people in the line to pick up the free tickets and nearly the first down the slides. The longest one runs from the top of the Tate to the bottom and does make you squeal like a girl. The second one is a bit shorter but scarier, ‘cause it drops off very rapidly and then swings around everywhich way. Suffice to say, my remaining hangover chose this moment to resurface as a pounding headache, but it was all worth it.
Here are some (other people's) pics. They are not this cool in real life … they are cooler!
The Tate modern as a current “exhibition” that takes the form of 3-4 very long tubular bendy slippery-slides. Now, while I cannot judge the artistic merit, I can say that these slides are damn fun. We got there early, elbowed some kids out of the way and Brigid and Tim ran to the ticket desk, leaving me in fits of giggles, to be the first people in the line to pick up the free tickets and nearly the first down the slides. The longest one runs from the top of the Tate to the bottom and does make you squeal like a girl. The second one is a bit shorter but scarier, ‘cause it drops off very rapidly and then swings around everywhich way. Suffice to say, my remaining hangover chose this moment to resurface as a pounding headache, but it was all worth it.
Here are some (other people's) pics. They are not this cool in real life … they are cooler!
posted by tangles at 8:17 PM
8 Comments:
Tell the Hot Boss story!!!!!!!
Ok people... At KT's fairwell I wondered up to a guy and said, "Dave! How are you going?!". He said that he was well, thanks. I launched into conversing with him like we went way back. Part the way along the conversation he confessed that he didn't have a clue who I was. I said ... "You remember! I went to your house in Sydney! I think it was KTs fairwell?". He admitted that he had lived in Sydney and became convinced that, although I didn't seem to mind, he was terribly rude to have no memory of him when clearly we were old buddies. It was not until later in the evening that I worked out that I had been thinking of someone else .. called "Dan". I had been to Dan's house .. misremembered his name as "Dave" ... just so happened that hot boss was called Dave and had also lived in Sydney .. Poooooor man. He really got an earfull. He looked so bewildered. I cried laughing about it all the next day.
aw - you should have stayed - Marucs made me do shts.
will you miss you chicken - cluck cluck.
x
argh -that should have said shots.
woah, that was close kt, nice save.
tangles- those tubes look awesome!
They really were. Like a dream slide that you think of when you are a kid. I feel very lucky and somewhat humble to have been able to slide on such awesome slides.
Oh. My. God.
I am on the next flight to the Tate!
That is like my niggest dream ever!!! You are so lucky Tangman.
um, that should be 'biggest'.
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