I love receiving letters. In a world of instant communication there is something dramatically gratifying about being able to attach a stamped picture of the queens head to a piece of paper and it seemingly magically still makes its way to the desired destination. I had never heard of the Bath Postal Museum, but I thought ‘well why not’ and popped in; what a gem.
The Roman Bath have long been on my list of ‘things I have to go and see’ – it’s a formidable list. But I’ve been staring longingly at glossy magazine style images of the green-turquoise waters for too long so I took the plunge (no I didn’t fall in).
Down a side street in Bath is a terraced house, which looks pretty plain and much like the other houses in its row. But it’s a bit more special because it was in this house that William Herschel and his sister lived and in 1781 from the garden of this house, he discovered the planet Uranus.
Have you ever seen a jar of moles or a penis worm? What about some dodo bones, or the almost complete skeleton of a quagga? Well thanks to the Grant Museum I can tick those visions that have been missing from my life off the never ending list of bizarre and wonderful things to see at a museum.
*Broad sweeping statement* . . . Robots creep me out a little bit. I find mechanisms fascinating, but there is something about the desire to make a machine look human that I find quite bizarre. So I headed off to face my fear (or at least try to understand why there seems to be a desire for humanoid machines) at the Science Museums blockbuster ‘Robots’ exhibition, which sets out to tell a 500-year story of mechanical humans and our desire to re-create ourselves as machines.