East End for lunch yesterday, to Som Saa, a Thai restaurant that used to be a pop up under some arches and is now a proper restaurant on Commercial Street. It remains one of my favourite Thai restaurants anywhere, getting the vigour and freshness of real Thai food. Then to Whitechapel Gallery for the last day of the Paolozzi exhibition, which I thought very good. They showed his prints on Wittgenstein which seemed appropriate, but generally I enjoyed the wholeheartedness and complete lack of pretension. Then to St John’s for their madeleines, where we made the mistake of ordering a dozen rather than a half dozen between us – a mistake as on returning home it was the Gentleman Friend’s nephew’s birthday, which was celebrated with cake, tea and a very early meal. Then I hid upstairs.
Listened in on a conversation about selling personal data. I find it difficult to object to it too much – I don’t see how it’s any worse than selling one’s labour and time, yet the latter is valorised.