Of museums, cake and their role in educating the young.
The great project of the English Middle Classes is the education – if not edification – of their children and any poor mite who falls into their clutches. To this end no Saturday morning is incomplete without car loads of the unfortunates being dragged to take part in whatever dreadful craft activity the local museum has managed to tenuously collect with its rather thin collection. Having been cleaned of glitter, one of the labours Hercules didn’t manage, the little lambs will be sent without word of consolation to some dreadful circus skills ‘workshop’ where they will learn that the origins of the word ‘fun’ was only used as a term for deceit because the fey looking ‘facilitator’ in a stark primary coloured boiler suite is not delivering much of the promised enjoyment. Finally to violin lessons of such degrees of vileness that should Mozart hear it he really would have been considering a career in market gardening rather than being held accountable. All the time...