Today I was in the land of time, where all time originates, where they make it in a big time foundry.
Yes, I was in Greenwich. Claire lives near here and had always promised to show me how time was made, so today we went to see the cauldron of seconds drip the molten moments into the mould of eternity.
Or rather, we saw some old clocks in a room.
I love museums and I seem to be the only person going against the trend that Blue Peter have been banging on about since I was a kid of going hands on.
I want my museums to be like they used to be. Things, not touchable and behind glass.
the greenwich place is one of the growing band of worst culprits in this field, in that (probably around the millenium time) they got a grant or lots of computer exciting child attracting hands on technology.
but as we all know, a computer made in 2000 is now shit, ergo all the displays look as though they could be a museum piece in itself.
Glass doesn’t age.
I was most excited to see the big red ball of time drop at 1pm as it always does. This is a big red ball (you can guess from the name) on top of the building that drops at one o clock down a pole. the idea of this is to tell the people in the thames what time it is so they can set their watches so that they don’t miss Deal or No Deal.
Problem was is that i was raining, pretty torrentially, in fact i think it might be safe to say it’s the most torrenttial rain since record began. Everything was getting wet, but I had to see the ball, so me, Claire and some Amercian tourists saw one o clock being made. They were very excited, the fact I was doing something that American tourists were doing in the rain made me less so.