Sometimes in London one wonders where the heart is, where it’s gone, what happened to it? After a particularly hectic big smoke day I headed out to the Natural History Museum to accompany my starry cousin as her plus one at the European Diversity Awards.
Wandering inside to join dinosaurs and all things crusty, I wondered if everyone else felt as I did – ready to slump in the first available chair. Sort of, one’s arrived, now one can rest up, take a chill pill and just hang.
Of course it’s never like that at a black tie awards event. Usually there are meets and greets required, handshakes and schmoozing, congratulatory kisses. It’s impossible to relax.
But, tonight was different. Really different. Celebrating diversity in all its forms, Sandi Toksvig reminded us that on the very ceiling we craned our necks to check out were images of plants from all over the world – a diverse selection. She also reminded us that the dinosaur we sat beside at white rose and hydrangea decorated tables was unidentifiable as a male or female. Why? Because apparently the genitalia disappear over time making it impossible to tell.
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