For better or worse, we all have teachers we remember. That was one of the main themes behind the fantastic west end play 'The History Boys', which I took Fi to see last night. It was shot through with northern humour, but was very moving too as various characters discovered harsh consequences to what they would consider to be innocent actions. Hektor, for example, was a bit of a maverick teacher and just wanted to be remembered, while at the same time thought nothing of fumbling with his favourite pupils' genitals as they rode pillion on his motorbike. The headmaster was unwittingly ruining his pupils' education at the expense of assessments, league tables, and an obsession with Oxford. It was just a brilliantly written, very funny play. Go see it if you can.
Earlier in the day we went to the Science Museum to give their IMAX cinema a go. WOW! I'd heard that they were big, but they FILL your vision. On top of that, the film was in 3D so we had lions, elephants and giraffes virtually in our lap!
It was an awesome trip, and more than makes up for 25 years of terrible valentines days!!
