Slidin'

It has been brought to my attention (by Lorraine no less) that I've been neglecting my dear readers in not telling you all my exciting times in Londinium (I mistakenly called it Londonium in a previous post). As a result I have decided to rectify this with a rip roaring yarn about how I went sliding down the slides at the Tate Modern. This will of course include pictures of me and Mitch and even a VIDEO! Yes, I videoed myself going down the slide and you'll get to hear me giggling like a wee lassie as I go down. Stop sniggering in the back there.

So, we went wondering along to the Tate Modern, perhaps for the second time, to go on the slides. Just outside it has a great trees and light combo:


The Tate Modern looks like this at night:


It's terribly dramatic looking- it used to be a power station you know.

So after we queued up and got out tickets we were ready to go! So we wandered around the buillding for a wee while as I took photos of the glorious 10 second ride facilitator that awaited us.

Look at it! A wonder of technology!


It looked so good I had to go upstairs and get another picture:


So, once we had our tickets and got in the queue, we were almost set to go! It is so arty in the Tate that even the shadows of the slide looked good enough to photograph:


The slide itself is one of a number located on different floors, so naturally we went for the top floor slide the daredevils that we are! Look at how high it is!


Dead high. So, being the man in the relationship, I persuaded Mitch to go first so I could get a photo of her before she went. Nothing to do with me being scared either, honest.



Mitch claims that she was too tall for the tattie sacks we were given to go sliding in, contributing in no small way to her "thump thump thump" noises all the way down, resulting in the bored attendant looking at me and saying: "that's a slow one". I don't think she was talking about Mitch's mental faculties though, but one can't be sure (only kidding!).

I had to smuggle my camera inside my sleeve to get the following footage- they are very keen you don't take anything on your person when sliding these days. See the dangerous situations I put myself in for the avid readers of this blog?

click to watch Niall laugh like a wee lassie!

And of course, when you get to the bottom it's all over, bar the shouting. But you do get to land on the big comfy pillow things at the bottom.


Well, you did. Apparently they've now taken the slides away. Shan't be going back if that's the case- I'll be headed to the Tate Britain where apparently my Flickr show has been on display...