I'd be honoured to make your acquaintance should you decide to head toward the heart of the Great Wen at some stage leafy.
I haven't been to the Natural History Museyroom since I was an autlet, and would no doubt find it much more interesting now that I'm technically an adult.
In fact, my abiding memory of the NHM is of a full-size blue whale, preserved in some manner (although it would have presented a formidable commission for even the most ambitious taxidermist), and hanging, silent, massive and and immobile In its own cathedral-sized room.
With typicaly childhood perversity, I was initially over-awed by the sheer size of the thing, and then sulkily-disappointed because its hide didn't display any huge sucker-marks from doing battle with the Giant Squid in the depths of the ocean.
Giant squid were a childhood fascination of mine, as they were still considered to be folkloric creatures (imagined to have been based on handed-down stories that were supposedly embellished with each new retelling, having their ultimate origin among tales told by sailors, involving exaggerations of sightings of normal but remarkably big squid) at that time (1970s) and therefore occupied that magical space in my brain in which I stored away the anomalous, unusual, neglected and peculiar.
By the way JanuaryMan, who's that in your avatar? He mighty sexy.