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8:15pm on Friday, 6th May, 2011:
I went to London today to spend a day with a couple of good friends who are over in the UK from the USA. I'd give their names, but they're working on a project that's in stealth mode so I probably shouldn't...
Anyway, we went to the British Museum and, being gamers, sought out the Royal Game of Ur. It has tetraedral dice, the corners of which are rounded through use.
I don't know why there are five spots on all the tokens, though; I suspect it's probably decoration, but you never know with those ancient Sumerians... The Elgin Marbles and the Rosetta Stone are OK, sure, but this set survives from the 26th Century BC. Anyone who says games are a relatively modern invention doesn't know their history...
While we were wandering around trying to find a games shop I KNOW is near the British Museum (and which, thanks to Google Maps, I now know we walked right past), we came across the Cartoon Museum. Being gamers, we went inside.
It's not big, and although it has a fair range of British cartoons it's not exactly exhaustive or even particularly representative (I was hoping for some Alan Moore, but no...). Still, given that we spent an hour wandering around it, it's probably just as well that it wasn't much bigger. They don't allow people to take photos of the cartoons, but you can take photos. I took this one:
You don't get spelling mistakes at the British Museum. Then again, the British Museum has more than three employees and gets pots of money to support its existence.
The highlight of my trip to the Cartoon Museum was a 1995 Peanuts strip; from the inking, it appeared as if Charles Schulz used to draw the lines in short — 2mm or so — sections; however, in reality it was probably due to shakiness from the Parkinson's disease that was affecting him by then. It must have been maddening for him to tremble that much.
After that, we waited 9 minutes for a Central Line train due in 2 minutes, and when we got on we were packed together so closely that when the train lurched no-one had room to fall over. Ah, London...
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