... you've literally become a museum exhibit. Seriously, this has just happened to me. I thought hitting 40 was a doozy, but it has nothing on this. Incidentally I'm using the word literally in the sense of actually being literal. Dundee's MacManus Galleries has just completed several years worth of refurbishment, opening last weekend. Part of the exhibit is some comparatively modern Dundee history, namely DMA Design. (Lemmings, Grand Theft Auto, worked for them, yadda yadda, you know the drill.)
I haven't had a chance to check it out yet, but was informed by my family that my photo is part of it, and my name too! Now this is all very lovely and I've no problem with that, especially since it was mainly enabled by Mike Dailly who, like myself, was there from the start and has a ton of stuff hoarded from the early days. Early, as in late eighties onwards.
I haven't had a chance to check it out yet, but was informed by my family that my photo is part of it, and my name too! Now this is all very lovely and I've no problem with that, especially since it was mainly enabled by Mike Dailly who, like myself, was there from the start and has a ton of stuff hoarded from the early days. Early, as in late eighties onwards.
Being late on a Sunday, I ran down to the place since I am literally (in the sense of being literal) five minutes walk from the place, but unfortunately got there just as they were closing and told me to get out. My ego is not quite at the stage where I can legitimately say "don't you know who you're talking to"...
Oh well, so I got out and so far haven't seen it yet.
All very lovely, as I say, but I can't help feeling that an invite to the opening would have been nice...
