Happy Burns Night interweb. I'm quite a fan of Burns Night (I'm all for celebrations that involve non standard meats - which is pretty much limited to Burns Night; apparently eating hearts on February 14th isn't a thing), and at least acknowledge it most years. This is the first time that I've noticed it going a bit mainstream, what with steak with haggis sauce at 'Spoons and 2-4-1 Irn-bru in Aldi. Viva offal and whisky.I finally made it out to the Horniman Museum. It's been one of those places that I've heard bits and bobs about but never anything concrete. It sounded like some kind of mythical museum full of animals in jars and tribal masks (I've phrased that badly - the animals were not wearing tribal masks - that would be ridiculous) - which seemed just weird enough. Turns out it wasn't just hype, but a big house full of nkondi in suburban nowhere - a more impressive collection than a lot of the national museums that I've been to.
I had an unusually high number of hits following my last post. I can't help thinking it's because I used the word "Gaiaphage". FYI I've finished the story of the FAYZ now. A thoroughly enjoyable read, although something didn't sit quite right - I think it's that I didn't really like any of the characters. It was almost like they were written to appeal to a younger audience - and that can't be right, surely?
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