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Spent the afternoon at the Holbein exhibition at Tate Britain with my parents. I didn't see anything that blew me away, there were a lot of sketches and that famous one of Henry the Eighth looking like a brick shithouse that could give Tony Soprano a run for his money. What interested me more was the guy I was following around for part of the exhibition. He was short and his face was a massive swirl of colourful tattoos. His face was a lot more interesting than those that Holbein had painted.

5:00 pm and the Northern Line train emerges from the tunnel as it approaches Golders Green station. The sky is dark already. Welcome to winter.

Labels: art, Tate Modern/Britain