The not-so-easy access to the World's knowledge...

Right, so this weekend I thought rather than having my usual lie-in, followed by a generous helping of coffee from my beautifully simple, two-buttoned Nespresso machine, and a 45-minute session of aimless facebooking, I thought I’d accompany my fellow housemates to the British library to get a head-start on some coursework.

Now, I was warned by the girls that to be allowed access to the building’s precious reading rooms, I’d need to bring two pieces of identification and a list of the books that I hope to use once I get there. I was also informed that I wouldn’t be able to bring any: liquids (including bottled water!), food (slightly more understandable), pens (with an odd emphasis on “biros”!), handbags, or jackets (which is really convenient considering how cold it is in there), into the reading room. So, before leaving the house, I made sure to pack my passport and ID Card, as well as my well-prepared reading list.

Once we arrived at the British Library, and had gone through their security check at the entrance, we had to cram all of our stuff into a locker. We then had to place those few items that we are allowed to bring into the reading room (so basically, a pencil) into a transparent plastic bag. I then headed to the registration office where I’d show my ID, answer some questions, and hopefully get my British Library Card. It always really excites me when I can add a new card to my purse, although with all the loyalty cards I now own, I’m probably the least “loyal” person in London.

However, once I got into the office, I was told that not only did I need to have two pieces of identification and my reading list, but I also needed an original copy of a document with my proof of address! Well, I didn’t have any, but I wasn’t about to give up that easily, so I took out my trustworthy iPhone, hit the “Around Me” App, and searched for my nearest Barclays where I could print off a bank statement. I found one and headed towards it feeling pleasantly pleased with my tactful use of Apps, and the knowledge that I’d have a new card to add to my collection by the end of the day. Nevertheless, of course once I got there, I realised it was Saturday which means the banks are closed.

I think it’s safe to say that the only “knowledge” I gained from this experience is that the British Library’s Café makes a less-than-decent cup of coffee.