Last Friday I went to Late at Tate Britain, an evening of electronic noise, crystal radio and crochet in the gallery. I only went to see the Vorticists exhibition before it closed, but ended up staying all evening drawing the fun and strange things going on. And I watched some great wartime documentaries: one was called Nightshift and it was about the women working the night shift at munitions factories. They took dinner in the middle of the night and followed it with ballroom dancing. Now THAT is a lunch break.