Geeking Out at the British Museum

I am a museum/Egypt/Egyptian stuff in museums geek. After my visa appointment I took the tube (swoosh) to the British Museum and headed straight  for the Egyptian floor. Keep in mind this was just two days after coming back from Egypt. You would think I would perhaps be Pharoah-ed out after a year and a half, but no. I am still fascinated by Egyptian history. What I really wanted to see was the Rosetta Stone. I had heard about it on every tour of every temple and archaeological site in Egypt. More because it was famous than for any other reason. It was behind glass, I seen it, took a photo of it. Job done. More impressive than the Rosetta Stone, the museum has an actual chunk of the Sphinx’s beard. I geeked out a bit over that. The mummies are cool too. They are the scariest thing I can tolerate. There are dead bodies in there and if you turn your back on them  even for one second they will come back to life and give you a fright. You can take photos in the British Museum which is a bit unusual. I felt well naughty taking pictures of myself posing with the mummies.

I didn’t stay long in the museum. It was rammed with school kids all screeching around and writing stuff down and lying on the floor colouring shit in. How many times do I have to say, museums are really not for kids. They should be getting some fresh air graffiting on a nice clean wall somewhere. I accidentally dressed like I was on a school trip. Grey school cardigan, white shirt, glasses and rucksack. Not going to lie, slightly offended that I am now clearly too old to be mistaken for a school pupil. With that startling realisation and my Egypt craving satisfied I headed back on the tube to explore London’s other wonders (swoosh).