London XIII

Went to the Gothic Nightmares exhibition at Tate Britain, to see a bit of Fuseli,

William Blake

and others. I was particularly drawn to the references to Nordic and Germanic mythology which makes a nice change from the Greek and Roman references one typically encounters at such events. This particular tale comes from the Nibelungenlied, which you may recall was referred to in the context of Rhenish legends:

"The Burgundian king Gunther has just celebrated his marriage to the icily sexy Brunhild. But while he expected a night of passion, the new queen wrestles him into submission, binds his hands and feet and leaves him hanging from the ceiling so she can sleep undisturbed."

Treat em mean, keep em keen.

Went to MJ's for a dinner party, which featured a disturbingly high percentage of Australians, but all lovely folk.

Here Ben wows the ladies with another tale of derring-do from the world of strategy consulting.

As you can see, a top night all round. Massive respect and shout-outs to MJ, the organiser,

Stef and Kieran, first lieutenants in charge of cooking and cleaning up respectively,

and to the humorous yet entirely tasteful performers from the cabaret troupe who delighted the assembled throng with an interpretative dance to the rousing strains of John Philip Sousa's Glory of the Yankee Navy.

What a show!!