As a cub TLF went to a LOT of art galleries and exhibitions. No surprise really when you are the offspring of artists who also teach the subject.
Nor would it be much of a surprise for you to learn that the young TLF was not always as grateful as she should have been for these once in a lifetime cultural experiences, that she was privileged to be part of. Reality is when you are six or seven (insert age for several more years at this point), you don’t always appreciate the finer things in life. There were of course fringe benefits – the cake at Royal Academy cafe was the business and if we went to that there Lundun on the train, sometimes when we got there we got a black cab! With a fold down seat that faced backwards!! (And that my friends is why even now, in a black cab TLF will always take what is known in legal circles as the ‘trainee seat’).
Even with the no doubt childish dramatic sighing and dragging of feet, which must have driven the parentals to distraction, there was some appreciation too; the most cold-hearted, grumpy kid couldn’t be a little bit open mouthed at the Plazzo Pubblica in Siena, the Palace of Knossos, or seeing their first Dali close up. And the best bits stayed in that TLF head and slowly but surely art galleries became part of TLF weekends, holidays, even champions league adventures. And last weekend TLF hit the jackpot……
OOOOOH. Football shirts old and new EVERYWHERE!
An exhibition, in a gallery (although these days they call it a cultural space I think), of football shirts. True TLF heaven.
Arty Fox