This Tuesday morning I decided to go to Tate Modern to see how it worked on a normal day. I took the tube from Paddington to Waterloo and then walked along the south bank of the Thames to the Tate. My second encounter with the place was no less than ecstatic. Just after I left Waterloo, I felt the first stomach cramps. They grew ever more insistent. I walked ever faster, but I had to stop from time to time to let the cramps subside. By the time I reached the first toilet at Tate Modern, I was besides myself. The bliss!