Pictured above: Luke (35), Jed (18 months) and Karl (189).
We set out for a Sunday afternoon at London Zoo to see the new Gorilla Kingdom
but it was packed and there was nowhere to park so as we drove past it on the way home we stopped to pay our respects to Karl Marx in Highgate Cemetery (and to take Jed to the playground in the park next door). We put a red rose on the grave.
It's never too early to start political education ... though how much dialectical materialism Jed absorbed is best judged by his comment as we walked away - "poo, poo".
Anyway I have now added, belatedly, Marx's tomb to my visit to his birthplace, the the Karl Marx House in Trier
in 1990 (I think I wrote "nice theory, shame about the practitioners" in the guest book) and to the tiny attic room he lived in above what is now the Quo Vadis restaurant in Dean Street, Soho (during the 1995 Young Fabians Xmas Dinner).
Movingly, near to Marx's grave are those of a number of senior Iraqi secular leftists and Kurdish leaders who died in exile here from Saddam Hussein.