Weekend but one

As you may have guessed, last weekend was pretty much scratched. As such, I thought I'd talk about the weekend before that instead (now that I'm fully recovered).

Sally and I went to Bradford. Yes, sunny, romantic Bradford!! *ahem*

Ok, ok, who in their right minds would go to Bradford for the heck of it? We went to the National Museum of Photography, Film and Television (here). And pretty good it was too. We went to the IMAX cinema, which is one of those huge, curved screens that shows 3D films. We ended up seeing an educational one about life at the bottom of the sea, but "wow" was it good. Is this the future, or is it just too damn expensive?

It felt like you were really there - and I'm not just saying that. The credits an inch from your nose, it was full-in-the-face even as it started. Copepods right in front of you, I even made to push a fish away from me once when it seems to be getting a little too close for comfort. Possibly as close as I'll ever get to going down into the deep Atlantic in a diving bell (the most annoying part of that being that two American PhD students managed it. The jammy you-know-whats). Anyway, good fun. If you're passing through Bradford, give it a whirl. But perhaps don't go there especially...

PS. How come students always come knocking at lunchtime. They may be free, but that's because it's LUNCHTIME. Why do they never assume that we're having lunch ourselves??