Look out you'll set the jungle alight!

[venta]

Today seems to be filled with small flashes of childhood. Earlier on, finding there was no jam in the staff room here, I had golden syrup on my toast. Aged about six, one of the things I vowed to do every day when I was a grown up, along with staying up Really Late, was having golden syrup on toast.

Looking at the V&A's website just now, to check which tube station I'm aiming for, I found that the front page of their website currently has a picture of Tippoo's Tiger on it (or see here for an animation). If you'd asked me about Tippoo's Tiger I'd have looked blank - yet seeing a picture reminded me of a trip to the V&A with my godmother, probably when I was about seven. Tippoo's Tiger astounded me; I don't remember at this stage whether it scared me or not. I'm pleased to have remembered it - if I make it to the Encounters exhibition, I'll be looking out for it.

But not tonight. Tonight is Black British Style.

Comments

[beckyc.livejournal.com]

Golden syrup is great. Aged about six (OK, OK, nine) I discovered that golden syrup is a very, very, very bad thing to take to a midnight feast in the tent in the back garden. Especially if you had the type of mum who would check you were OK, because quickly stashing all the goodies in your sleeping bag is a very, very bad idea if one of the goodies is a jar of golden syrup.