Dog Day Afternoon

Saturday 17 February and Miss Kitty is spending a lazy Saturday afternoon, sulking, plucking her eyebrows and painting her nails, when she suddenly gets a call from her little bro, Guybrush (lol, he'll hate me for that!)…he's bored and want's to go out somewhere. So, being the good big sis that she is, Miss Kitty slaps on the warpaint, bejewelled and clothed leaves her lair on a mission to entertain Guybrush.

First stop was Horniman's Museum, said hi to the very grumpy-looking goats and then gallivanted around the gardens. There were a lot of hand-holding couples about, which Miss Kitty would have sneered at if she wasn't feeling so pathetically vulnerable as she was that day.

But all introspection ceased when we entered the Museum...

The tour started at the new Aquarium, which dare she say, Miss Kitty wasn't too impressed with. Maybe, it was due to the fact that most of the exhibits were missing, or that the prized jellyfish were aimlessly drifting around in a blank tank look as though they had been literally bored to death. Hearing a young boy call out frantically, "Mummy, this one looks dead", confirmed my fears.

After, a brief looking-over of the colourful and kitsch voodoo shrines in the token African exhibition, Guybrush and MK set off to the Great White Bear exhibition. Here we shrank at the 8 foot, snarling polar bear standing with paws poised and bare teeth slavering albeit stuffed and in a glass case. The exhibition was a collection of photos of dead and stuffed polar bears, which Miss Kitty didn't like at all. Surely those who kill wild animals to parade as trophies are suffering from short stature or undersized genitalia, or probably both?

Anyway, Miss Kitty & Guybrush were only a few canopic jars and a gigantic walrus away from viewing the entire Museum and as the sun set, all was not lost for Guybrush suggested that they go to the best restaurant in South-East London for dinner…