MOSI...

Great time at MOSI with Finn today. The place is an unbelievable feast of fun for zero £££. The little 'un panicked a little when I made him do 'Underground Manchester'. Must be a family trait - I was a little angsty myself when we ventured into the Gas Gallery. The smell of gas around ye olde gas lamps was to be expected, I suppose, but I did fear an explosion. Anyway, we survived and the little tinker enjoyed himself and said "WOW!" several times.

Oh another week...

Here we go again. Spent much of the weekend heading back in time and watching all of The Thick Of It, including the two hour-long specials (Rise of the Nutters and Spinners and Losers) by the broadcast of which, of course, Chris Langham's hard drive had been well turned over and he wasn't around. Great show, magical one-liners, Tucker one of comedy's great lunatics. M said I shouldn't go on, or she won't get round to watching it.

What else? Oh, yes, sport. Listened to Hull FC's season end, unsurprisingly. What a disappointment this season has been and something of a crime against the club's history, not to mention an insult to the fans. But who am I to complain? Watched Tigers online too - those poor things deserved a draw. We also went out to Hull's Museums Quarter to 'Meet The Tudors', although my suspicions are that they were just contemporary folk wearing costume. There was some Tudor food up for grabs - bananas soaked in some sticky, orangey sauce and some smashingly bitey ginger bread amongst it. Not too much was going on, to be honest, which is just as well as not many people had bothered to turn up to see how little was going on (those two negatives not cancelling each other out. Hull is a place where mediocrity has bred apathy).

Spotted some shiny new things in the city as we strode back to the car along the riverside wharf: Some sculptures, attached to a fence at the back of a former warehouse turned-apartment block car park. I like them. There should be more of this stuff:

Jolly copper...

Finn watched in amazement as this Laughing Policeman went about his business. Then, once the 20p had expired and the officer was still again, Finn burst into tears. That was just one of the many joys the little fella experienced down at Hull's splendid Streetlife Museum. There's something altogether disturbing about this kind of automota and I can't watch such things without thinking about how simple those bygone days must have been, if, when you watched this for a minute, you could walk away with a spring in your step feeling entertained. I suppose it was the Ant & Dec or X-Factor of its day.