I really should do a London boat trip some time. I've done the open-top bus tour, about 25 years ago, from which the only thing I really remember is that there are Gryphons at every entrance and exit to the City. But not been on the water, should do.
I too love boats, mum and I used to take regular holidays on the Norfolk Broads, spending two weeks of relaxed cruising punctuated by long walks to beautiful medieval churches, usually followed by a swift half or three in the nearest country pub. Of which there were many! Back then I wanted to eventually live on an old ex-hire cruiser, with lots of batteries under the floor and solar cells and wind-generators on the roof, so as to be able to sail forever for free (and none of that inconvenient mucking about with actual sails). Sometimes I still wonder if I shouldn't sell everything, abandon the Goth scene, buy an old boat, and spend a couple of years haunting Norfolk as a reclusive inland flying-Dutchman, attempting to actually write a proper novel!
It sounds as if you like the art I hate and hate the art I love though! I'm firmly of the "if they can't paint a classical landscape or beautiful story-provoking pre-Raphelite scene, then they have no business calling themselves an artist!" school of art. I want pictures that look like pictures, not explosions in paint factories or old mattresses covered in blue paint (Glasgow's Museum Of Modern Art had exactly that on display last time I was there).
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I too love boats, mum and I used to take regular holidays on the Norfolk Broads, spending two weeks of relaxed cruising punctuated by long walks to beautiful medieval churches, usually followed by a swift half or three in the nearest country pub. Of which there were many! Back then I wanted to eventually live on an old ex-hire cruiser, with lots of batteries under the floor and solar cells and wind-generators on the roof, so as to be able to sail forever for free (and none of that inconvenient mucking about with actual sails). Sometimes I still wonder if I shouldn't sell everything, abandon the Goth scene, buy an old boat, and spend a couple of years haunting Norfolk as a reclusive inland flying-Dutchman, attempting to actually write a proper novel!
It sounds as if you like the art I hate and hate the art I love though! I'm firmly of the "if they can't paint a classical landscape or beautiful story-provoking pre-Raphelite scene, then they have no business calling themselves an artist!" school of art. I want pictures that look like pictures, not explosions in paint factories or old mattresses covered in blue paint (Glasgow's Museum Of Modern Art had exactly that on display last time I was there).
Looking forward to the next installment!