I lay back on what must be the most famous couch in the world for an hour talking with Sigmund Freud's daughter Anna once upon a when. She was well in her eighties, unintimidating, lovely. I assume it was Freud's sofa - it looks familiar - but it's now to be found on the ground floor at Maresfield Gardens, rather than the room where I saw Anna Freud, which was up the stairs when it was still a private house. Maybe they moved it. Or maybe the Freuds owned more than one sofa.
There was one of those 'Behind The Scenes At The Museum' documentaries about The Freud Museum last year, worth tracking down if you can. The BBC has this clip from the motor museum one, they were all excellent. Of course the infighting and disagreements made the most entertaining bits, but what stays with me is the enthusiasm and love shown by the people who work at these small, vital museums. Visit them or they'll disappear, a bit like friends you haven't seen for a while.
So what has this to do with jokes? Here's Clement Freud.
There was one of those 'Behind The Scenes At The Museum' documentaries about The Freud Museum last year, worth tracking down if you can. The BBC has this clip from the motor museum one, they were all excellent. Of course the infighting and disagreements made the most entertaining bits, but what stays with me is the enthusiasm and love shown by the people who work at these small, vital museums. Visit them or they'll disappear, a bit like friends you haven't seen for a while.
So what has this to do with jokes? Here's Clement Freud.
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