Day at the museum

If you want to see a flying whale, go to the Natural History Museum in London.

Well, the whale isn’t technically flying. That’s because it’s dead. Even live whales don’t fly, unless there’s something David Attenborough hasn’t told me.

Right when you enter the museum, you see that enormous skeleton suspended from the ceiling: a whole blue whale, or what’s left of it.

Gazing at this miracle of creation, you forget your dull, everyday concerns.

It doesn’t matter where you’re going to have lunch, or what day of the week it is, or what the person next to you is saying, even if he or she is your spo...