This morning we attended the "Mayor's Question Time" as a class at City Hall, with none other than Boris Johnson himself. Let me just say this before anything else: the man's hair is absurd….and I cannot take him seriously because of it. Also, he is the true sass master.
So essentially, this question time takes place 10 times each year, and there are all sorts of press people there, as well as school groups (hay), members of the general public, and of course the members of the London Assembly. I think there are about 25 in total (and then Boris. I just really like saying his name. BORIS!) okay, enough. ANYWAYS, it's a time for the representatives to ask questions, Boris to clarify anything going on at the time, and people can also send in questions to be asked.
City Hall kind of looks like an alien ship if you ask me….very Star Wars.
So the questioning was really interesting at first, (and INTENSE), because they were discussing fire regulations and shutting down firehouses aka lots of people were potentially going to lose their jobs, so the viewing area was FULL of firefighters. And the tensions were HIGH! People were shouting out things and getting yelled at by the representatives…clearly a lot of passion and intensity in the room. I was into it. Took some good sneaky pics of Boris and his wacky hair (I refuse to stop talking about it. If you're looking for a laugh, just google his name).
After a while, it was getting a it violent and too tense and I was just feeling really overwhelmed, bored and confused. So I ended up playing a lot of hangman with Jim….but all of the words/phrases were related to what was happening in the discussion (and potential lunch options…), so that's not SO bad is it?! Nah. We were all also starving, and hungry/confused college students are not really the best audience members to have. So naturally, the first second we were able to leave everyone got up and practically ran out of the room.
Ahh, politics.
So afterwards, Haley, Rachel and I did some scenic walking (too many selfies by me, as per usual), and then decided to go to the Tate Modern, because, why not?
WELL, I will tell you why not. Seeing as I really dislike modern art, I probably should have seen this coming, but I COULD NOT STAND this museum. I have a pretty high tolerance for things (usually), but appreciating and respecting modern art does not fall in that category. I was just walking around getting increasingly angry and frustrated with everything I was looking at (WHY/HOW is a blank canvas with a black dot in the middle art?! NO.)
Classic that it was my idea to go to inside and I hated it the most.
A mirror on the wall?? SERIOUSLY?!? I should be famous if this is considered "art". UGH. But hey, I think I made the mirror more artistic with my reflection in it--am I right? Globe performance later tonight-yay!
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