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
Stop
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.“
Argyll Robertson Pupils
It’s a chilly mid morning in November 1883 and you have just sat down at the table to enjoy a morning coffee in your flat at number ten Greek Street, Soho. The table is next to the first floor window and looks out onto the busy street. Engrossed in the periodical you’re reading you are… Continue reading Argyll Robertson Pupils
Cobblers! No it’s a true story
This year saw the 356th anniversary of the Great Fire of London. The whole event is shrouded in misinformation, untruths and supposition. What the fire did is pretty well documented, but how it affected the lives of those that lived through it is more difficult to come by. I recently came across a story of… Continue reading Cobblers! No it’s a true story
Face
One Word Sunday The Seven ages of man monologue in William Shakespeare’s play ‘All the World’s a Stage’ depicts the Seven stages of mankind, and is the inspiration for this 22-foot high cast aluminium Sculpture by Richard Kindersley, located near Blackfriars underground station.The Post office commissioned the sculpture in 1980 for its Baynard House building. The… Continue reading Face
After the Lord Mayor’s show
The saying goes “After the Lord Mayor’s show comes the S**t cart“, in more polite circles this can be changed to “Dust cart or even Donkey cart”. It is used to emphasise something that is disappointing or mundane after a major, exciting or triumphal event. The saying can be traced back to the 16th century,… Continue reading After the Lord Mayor’s show
A LONDON MISCELLANY 