Usually a phrase you associate with the story of Dick Whittington, but in this case it has nothing to do with hearing the sound of bells ringing, it’s all about treachery and betrayal. The Downing referred to is Sir George Downing. He was the son of Emmanuel Downing, a barrister of the Inner Temple and devout Puritan missionary.… Continue reading Turn again Downing
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Odd
One Word Sunday
Back to square one
Posted as part of Becky’s SquareOdds
Brutalism and nature hand in hand
Six Word Saturday
Star Gazing
I was reading an article recently about the Gran Telescopio Canarias, and it’s observatory based in the Canary Islands, which is currently the world’s largest single-aperture optical telescope. I must admit to knowing very little about telescopes and their workings, but I do know that this one is a light refracting telescope. I also know that… Continue reading Star Gazing
Not a Scooby (Update)
A few weeks ago I posted about a piece of masonry that I’d found on the Thames foreshaw. Certainly it was from a high status medieval building, that’s what was going on in my head. Well today I got an email back from the archaeological team at the Museum of London and guess what…..? “I’m… Continue reading Not a Scooby (Update)
Never seen it
I look incredulously at people who have told me, “No I’ve never seen Star Wars” (substitute Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones etc). However if the boot should be on the other foot, how many people would have the same reaction when I say, “No I’ve never seen Friends“? I know the… Continue reading Never seen it
Ethereal
One word Sunday
Playing with perspective at the Barbican
Six Word Saturday Originally commissioned by the Ministry of Works in 1960, these nine ceramic panels feature stylistic images of telecommunications equipment. They were based in Fleet House, a large telecommunications building and when the site was redeveloped they were moved to the Speed Highwalk in the Barbican
When the Landlord comes to call
I wouldn’t call myself an ardent fan of jazz music, but on the odd occasion I like to put on some John Coltrane or Thelonious Monk in the background whilst writing. However, I have always wanted to spend an evening at Ronnie Scott’s jazz club in Soho, I just haven’t got round to it yet. So… Continue reading When the Landlord comes to call