The problem with writing a biography - or even an anti biography, like I am doing - is that it really is difficult to sum up anyone. In a strange way, the closer you get the harder they are to understand, and you end up unable even to see them clearly. I certainly couldn't write a biography of someone who was really close to me: objectivity would be impossible. So what makes biographers think they can really sum up someone else? It makes it even harder when that person is dead.

Still I had better not think too much along these lines or I will never do anything at alll....

I finally managed to download the photo of Bethnal Green museum's toy theatre, after some difficulty. This is a detail of just one of the toy theatres they possess. I will see if I can add an overview of the main hall, which is now a cafe and a shop, which gives an idea of how popular it is. What the picture doesn't show is the amazing fact that the museum can cope with all those people. I am not quite sure who the naked archer is in the foreground, but I suspect he was left over from the original Victorian contents. Possibly he sat down after a hard day's hunting in that chair made of stag's antlers (see last entry)