It's more akin to having a rummage around an antiques shop than going to a museum. Items are arranged more by whether they fit the storage space than their relation to the object next to them. So a carved horse from a merry-go-round sits next to some engine parts; empty gilt frames lean against a model of the canal network in the Black Country. Wandering at random down aisles stacked like a surreal warehouse, or peering into cabinets packed with odd assortments of household items, sparks ideas and memories.
There's a writing workshop as part of the Birmingham Book Festival this year in which you could spend the night locked in this place. I'd love to read some of the work produced on the night, but you couldn't persuade me to stay overnight. Who knows what's lurking in among the artefacts to jump out after dark?
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That bike is so old it was made before they thought of pedals!
The Centre sounds more fun than the museum, except you can't buy what you fancy, which is the nice thing about shops. Perhaps museums should sell what they have no room to display?
I wondered if it could work like a library: you borrow an item, have it at home for a while and swap it for another when you fancy a change. I suppose the insurance would be prohibitive...
Yes. Though Downing Street does that with paintings from the national collections. But I suppose they think the PM is to be trusted...
Hmmm.
"But I suppose they think the PM is to be trusted..."
Bwa ha ha...
The fools!!
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