As you may know Gin or “mothers ruin” was the scourge of the working classes in late 17th century Britain, as depicted in the famous engraving above by William Hogarth, Gin Lane. By the early part of the new century moves were afoot to stamp down on the availability of the demon drink but it… Continue reading A small glass of Old Tom
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Gone, but not forgotten
There is a headstone in a London cemetery which reads; “Darling Dolly My sunbeam My consolation My joy“ A touching memorial from a grieving husband for his deceased wife perhaps? However this monument sits nearby to other heartfelt memorials, “In loving memory of our faithful little friend WOBBLES” or “DICK for 12 years the faithful… Continue reading Gone, but not forgotten
A bottle of Château Thames Embankment
Do you remember the TV series Rumpole of the Bailey, based on the stories written by John Mortimer? Hopefully you do, or the next parts not going to make much sense. The courtroom hack brilliantly played by Leo McKearn loves nothing more after a hard day at the “Bailey” to head to his favourite Fleet… Continue reading A bottle of Château Thames Embankment
Gentlemen Professors Of The Art
I’ve always loved reading the stories of E. W. Hornung about the exploits of Arthur Raffles, gentleman thief and cricketer. It’s thought that Raffles is based on George Ives, a poet, criminologist and a very good cricketer. The name Raffles seems to have been taken from the title of a novel, “The doings at Raffles Haw“,… Continue reading Gentlemen Professors Of The Art
Keeping up appearances
Theft it seems rears it’s head on virtually every street, alleyway and courtyard when you delve back through the archives. If you scrutinise the records hard enough you can even find trends of crimes for specific areas or even streets. I found in one small area of the City a very prosperous (until they were… Continue reading Keeping up appearances
Dogstones
Now there’s a word for you, “Dogstones”. Gallstones found in canines perhaps, or some type of artisanal device for holding something in place? If you Google it, it appears there’s a large stone in Oban in Scotland, but that’s not it. Let me cloud the waters even further by linking the Dogstone with a Hen… Continue reading Dogstones
Please Sir, I want some more
The immortal line penned by Dickens in Oliver Twist which was serialised from 1837. I actually have a connection to Oliver, we’re both “Workhouse Boys”, well that is to say I live in a converted workhouse, where the only deprivation suffered is if the WiFi goes down, or Ocado miss something off the delivery! London… Continue reading Please Sir, I want some more
When truth becomes stranger than fiction
A rainy evening in 1960s London, the pavement glistens with the reflection of the lights on Park Lane as Harry Palmer skirts round the back of the Dorchester Hotel. Quickly checking he’s not been followed he crosses into Tilney Street, pausing at its corner he waits, collar pulled up against the rain and keeps watch… Continue reading When truth becomes stranger than fiction
Flour and Dough and a DSO
I’d never come across the sculptor Phillip Lindsay-Clark before, not until I found his signature on a great piece of public art. This piece differs from his usual creations, which tended to be mainly ecclesiastical or memorials. Lindsay-Clark was a Londoner born in 1889, his Father, Robert was also a sculptor. Phillip studied at the… Continue reading Flour and Dough and a DSO
A baby, but no bath water
Whilst rooting about in A Survey Of The Cities Of London and Westminster written by John Strype in the 1720s for some information, I came across a story by accident that is too good not to tell. The story is set near to the Tower of London and centres around the Churchyard of All Hallows-by-the-Tower,… Continue reading A baby, but no bath water
A LONDON MISCELLANY 