Diary

Mr Rembrandt in the morning - fantastic exhibition at the National here in London (the real thing)
Mr Turner in the evening – never could get to grips with either the director or the actor but I must say not a bad attempt at a part of Turners life…(the cinema thing)

Noting the ‘missing’ Rembrandt yesterday at ken wood – he’s been kidnapped to the national

So your in a rather and famous Beijing Duck restaurant. You’re feeling good. The food and company around you are cool. Then the person opposite you stands up and collapses on the floor. Oh dear. But happily she was fine on the end. The restaurant staff also brilliant!