The answer can only be found in one place and that is the inside of a Christmas cracker, for it is one of the many terrible jokes that have become a festive institution. What has the Christmas cracker and a rather hideous drinking fountain have in common? No not another one, this is a fact… Continue reading “Why was the Snowman sorting through the carrots?”
Author: endean0
Hi, I'm Steve, a London tour guide and owner of A London Miscellany Tours, a guided walking tour company who specialise in small number tours of the greatest city in the world!
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting…..stolen!
I came across a seasonal tale recently, one that Charles Dickens if he’d been alive at the time might have woven into one of his stories about the metropolis. It’s a tale with a lesson, one that warns against greed during the festive season. It also goes to show that as today Christmas to some… Continue reading Christmas is coming, the goose is getting…..stolen!
Seasons Greetings
Not a flake of snow or a plump robin to be seen in the picture above, but this grand building in Chancery Lane is probably the birth place of the modern Christmas card. Whether you like them or not, Christmas cards are a part of the season. They may feel like they’ve been around forever,… Continue reading Seasons Greetings
Chez Scrooge
Following on from the last post and keeping up the festive theme, I thought I’d spend a very wet Wednesday in the warm searching for the home of Ebenezer Scrooge. Dickens describes Ebenezer’s abode as follows,”He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms in… Continue reading Chez Scrooge
“Bah, humbug!”
I don’t normally go in for re-posts, but for reasons better known at the time I posted this in January, so thought with the impending festivities I’d climb into the loft and dust it off with the tangle of Christmas tree lights and tree decorations and slightly tatty angel (which can never be thrown away)… Continue reading “Bah, humbug!”
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One Word Sunday
Who Me? No I’m just fat
Six Word Saturday Once the private drinking establishment of the advertising agency Saatchi & Saatchi, now open to the public. The name was spawned by their 1970s advertising campaign.
Marguerite Alibert, Maggie Meller, Marguerite Laurent, and Princess Fahmy
This is a story despite the title about one person. Marguerite Marie Alibert was born on 9 December 1890, in Paris to Firmin Alibert, a coachman, and Marie Aurand, a housekeeper. When she was sixteen she gave birth to a daughter, Raymonde, the father unknown and after a few months left the child with her parents… Continue reading Marguerite Alibert, Maggie Meller, Marguerite Laurent, and Princess Fahmy
Political Assassination in Belgravia
Field Marshal Sir Henry Hughes Wilson was one of the most senior British Army staff officers of the First World War and was briefly an Irish unionist politician. Wilson served as Commandant of the Staff College, Camberley, and then as Director of Military Operations at the War Office. He played a large part in drawing up plans to deploy the British Expeditionary Force to France… Continue reading Political Assassination in Belgravia
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One Word Sunday “Now I stop my ears with wax, hold fastthe memory of the song you once whispered in my ear.Its echoes tangle like briars in my thick hair.“
A LONDON MISCELLANY 