Set off through Islington and Clerkenwell to the Barbican for the Digital Revolution exhibition. At first, I was fairly bored by this, old computer games*, old computers that reminded me of being at work in the 90s, analogue printing devices, but as we moved through time and got to the present day, I became more interested, particularly in "Songbirds", whereby you rang a mobile (dressed as a bird) from what they referred to an antique (i.e. similar to the one you would have had as a kid) phone, and then the birds would trill. Further on into the future, I whispered a wish into a microphone that turned the thought into a pretend butterfly, played radio stations on a synth, attempted to draw something to be 3D printed (mine wasn't picked), took photos of myself with snake eyes and pixels:
turned into a bird and was then eaten by birds, changed the design on a miniskirt, moved lazers with my hands, moved lazers with my mind, and then went outside and played actual ping pong instead of pong.
* It was amusing to play an old Spectrum game, because my** Spectrum never loaded the games properly, but as in days of yore, boredom and frustration kicked in when I got killed. I do not have the concentration or determination to master even level 1 of video games. "Go read, a book, it's so much more worthwhile" as Mr Booth said.
**It was actually a joint present for me, my sister and my dad because Spectrums were about £250 in today's money, more than my parents could afford for an Xmas present.
Afterwards, we went onto Exchange Square behind Liverpool street where people who didn't have to be at work were riding bikes around what they called a velodrome, but was really half a track. I was more interested in watching the cricket on the big screen, watching Broad deliver Dave a nice bday pressie of six wickets. We sat with men in shirt sleeves who drinking lager or Pimms. So much for hard working bankers.