Two things: The Twits was one of the most memorable books from my childhood. And I’m sad that London is so far away.
Why? Because The Twits was really funny to me at that time, and it had little gross bits in it too. Who can forget the part in The Twits when Mr. Twit leaves bits of food in his beard to enjoy later? Me, apparently. The book was also a little bit scary and horrifying which has a certain amount of deliciousness when you are young. Roald Dahl’s books have that anything-can-happen feel to them – and those things might not happen for the best. It is always possible that the ending might not be 100% happy. Didn’t the boys in The Witches remain mice for the rest of their lives?
There are some photos of the exhibition on Make Do and Mend. Which is, sadly, the most I’ll see of the show.