If you're the sort of person who reads this blog, then the thought of the XKCD author, Randall Munroe coming to London probably made you let out a little squeak of excitement.
An exhibition of photos of drag artists may cause you to expect lots of men in voluminous quantities of make up and attitude, but this is rather more nuanced.
There are few films that can be genuinely said to be worthy of both a big screen and an Orchestra and choir to provide live music.
A thousand woven chevrons hang over the heads of visitors to the SouthBank Centre at the moment, adding droplets of colour the ceilings above.
When culture seekers walk along the south bank admiring the views and skateboards, they should do so under a giant glass and steel canopy weaving its way along the Thames.
At the moment, the Southbank Center has a semi-permanent display about the history of the 1951 Festival of Britain, which sort of makes at least one small corner of the estate, a museum for my purposes.
Readers with very good memories may recall that just over a year ago, I wrote a polemic about how the SouthBank Centre's website had redesigned its listings page in a way that made them essentially useless.
Whenever a website is redesigned I am apprehensive, hoping for lots of good things, but dreading that something useful might be removed.
Nestled into a dark corner of the pathway maze that is the SouthBank Centre is a concrete cave with white plastic stalactites and stalagmites growing around the walkway and up the stairs. This is Wastescape – an art installation that…
If you were heading down into a certain tube station recently via the escalator, you might have been slightly alarmed to see this advancing back up towards you. No, not a new type of tube train designed to deposit passengers…