The Staff Of Life

I’ve recently written a piece about George Orwell’s favourite pub in Soho, and hadn’t any plans to introduce him into anything else for the foreseeable future. So I settled down to write a piece on the Aerated Bread Company, or as they were known in their heyday, A.B.C., however Mr Orwell manages to make an… Continue reading The Staff Of Life

1984 and all that

I’ve been catching up on my reading lately, George Orwell in particular. I’d read Animal Farm at school and hadn’t thought much of it until years later when I reread it and started to understand what was going on. I know exactly when I read 1984 it was in 1984, due mostly to the film… Continue reading 1984 and all that

A Tall Story, but a good one.

There’s not a more evocative street name in London than “Bleeding Heart Yard” nearby to the jewelry district of Hatton Garden. Charles Dickens knew it well, using it as the home and workshop of the impoverished plasterer Mr Plornish and his family in Little Dorrit, but there’s a more sinister and evil tale connected to… Continue reading A Tall Story, but a good one.