Yesterday was Nelson Mandela Day at the British Museum: folk worked on a tree of pledges, members of the London Community Gospel Choir held court in the Great Court (and waved hello - I worked with them in the time of Many Moons Ago), and the African garden (courtesy of Kew) was in full splendour.
From there, we were Camden-bound, to soak up the colour (and more specifically, to find a little tribal turquoise bear for a friend, but no luck). When we were all marketed out, we sat at the canal with iced coffees and watched the magic lock creating steps out of water. As the heat left the day, we headed to meet the Laydee of Enigma for a Storytelling Slam in Angel: UK vs USA, five per side, each telling a story for five minutes. It was quite a mix of tales, and if one of them didn't take your fancy, you could gaze on the ceiling, which was made up of light bulbs. Wacky.
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