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Earlier this summer I was in London with my younger two (see post 05 July 2008) and as we left the Natural History Museum at closing time, a bunch of dressed-up people were coming in, and one guy said to the guard (all snooty-like, in my opinion) "I'm here for the event."It's good to have ambitions. "A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a top shelf for?" as the poet said. And at that moment, I had one - the desire to be saying,"I'm here for the event." It wouldn't be snooty when I said it. Oh no. Just calmly important, like the calm, important person I am (would be) (wished I were).Fast forward to 8 September - the London Museum of Transport - Callum (author - see p. 443 of Wow! 366) and I clutching our blue postcard-like invites to the Wow! 366 Launch Party - the longed for words hovering on my lips - and then ...I said it. I said, "We're here for the event." Nobody actually cared, of course. I think anybody waving a vaguely blue postcard would have got in. But it felt good. It really did.Cheers, Joan.
Callum and his mum, thinking, "I can't believe they let us in!"![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_v_Ik7jX6R8edW_pHxL-trXqivEOJx8Ly7PpuJWWSWCQ37xXYdsO6IMdMr5M3intJWZK_26dO2B3C8mVctYanUOAjSa0HnZHDKNzRvV6u9wISPkXTI=s0-d)
Taking pictures of the famous people from bus top.
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