Sunday's on the phone to Monday, Tuesday's on the phone to me

So it's Tuesday and we're back in the Jug Agane Office.

Yesterday wasn't as bad as some 'away days' I've been on, though the usual problem with staying awake during the graveyard slot of 2-3.30 p.m. was much in evidence. I managed to stay awake despite the an overwhelming urge to doze off by the simple expedient of sitting just in front of someone who was snoring loudly.

Brownie Points for me, then, but probably not for him.

The Museum of London is quite a bit easier to find than I assumed it would be. I ensured that I had a photocopied map of the environs, but at St Paul's Tube station there was a sign pointing the direction, and once on the street the museum announces itself in a most un-British manner by having its name emblazoned in massive letters on the roof line so you can see it from a fair distance.

I remember very little else of the specifics. Work in any form is like that, it refuses to stick unless made to, and away days are just junkets out of the office and barely stick in the brain at all, except for the social bits. I do warn you from bitter experience however, that sitting on a chocolate biscuit (cookie to my North American readers) whilst being a poor idea at the best of times is decidedly worse when you are wearing chinos. There are embarrassing places to have brown splodges on your clothes, and that is up among the élite of embarrassing places.

That then, was yesterday.

During the evening I rediscovered why model painting under lamplight is a poor idea. I was very pleased with the preliminary work I did in enamel on a resin model I have been working on. Flesh tones nicely blended, shadows worked in and all over the beginnings of a nice skin effect.

In daylight there is more of a gravy browning feel to it which means a certain revision of the colour mix.

Bugger.

Sunday's on the phone to Monday, Tuesday's on the phone to me

So it's Tuesday and we're back in the Jug Agane Office.

Yesterday wasn't as bad as some 'away days' I've been on, though the usual problem with staying awake during the graveyard slot of 2-3.30 p.m. was much in evidence. I managed to stay awake despite the an overwhelming urge to doze off by the simple expedient of sitting just in front of someone who was snoring loudly.

Brownie Points for me, then, but probably not for him.

The Museum of London is quite a bit easier to find than I assumed it would be. I ensured that I had a photocopied map of the environs, but at St Paul's Tube station there was a sign pointing the direction, and once on the street the museum announces itself in a most un-British manner by having its name emblazoned in massive letters on the roof line so you can see it from a fair distance.

I remember very little else of the specifics. Work in any form is like that, it refuses to stick unless made to, and away days are just junkets out of the office and barely stick in the brain at all, except for the social bits. I do warn you from bitter experience however, that sitting on a chocolate biscuit (cookie to my North American readers) whilst being a poor idea at the best of times is decidedly worse when you are wearing chinos. There are embarrassing places to have brown splodges on your clothes, and that is up among the élite of embarrassing places.

That then, was yesterday.

During the evening I rediscovered why model painting under lamplight is a poor idea. I was very pleased with the preliminary work I did in enamel on a resin model I have been working on. Flesh tones nicely blended, shadows worked in and all over the beginnings of a nice skin effect.

In daylight there is more of a gravy browning feel to it which means a certain revision of the colour mix.

Bugger.