Last night I went to my dear friend's father's memorial service. What an amazing man. There was an incredible turnout - as far as I could tell, most of London's psychiatrists, psychoanalysts and lawyers were all there to remember a man who had fought for human rights and justice all the way through his life. Although as S and I said to each other, it's kind of weird as we primarily saw him as our friend's father and, when we were little, a useful taxi service. G was beautiful and amazing as usual, and she and her brothers made us all laugh with their memories of their father.
The service was held at Conway Hall in Red Lion Square, which I've never been to before. It's a fabulous art deco hall, built in the 20s, with the ambition of being a place where "men and women of advanced thought could meet and enjoy the amenities of social discourse, with facilities for writing, rest and refreshment." So like the RSA then, but with a distinctly more radical heritage. What I loved most is that it's also the place that Jim and K got married, with K wearing green velvet, of course.
Conway Hall occassionally hosts some pretty interesting-looking discussions. Keep an eye out.
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