Actually, that should be “The lodgings of the compiler of the damned”, but it’s more dramatic this way. 39 Marchmont St, Bloomsbury, WC1, just a few blocks from my own lodgings. The word “unprepossessing” could have been coined in honour of this building,1 and there are certainly many far more pleasing buildings too look at […]
Here are a few of the best pictures from my first trip to the British Museum, almost a week ago already. How time flies when you’re stuck in the archives! Marble statue of youth, possibly Caligula, early 1st century AD. If it is Caligula, then the horse is presumably Sir Thomas Inskip.
Hello everybody, I seem to have got here at last, it’s been a long long time but here I am and jolly glad I am to be here at last (to quote Amy Johnson). I’ve been in Blighty for almost 24 hours at this point; here are some random thoughts and observations. Of course these
For the first time in nearly two years, the number of books I have out from the uni library has dropped to zero. Which can mean only one thing: I’m about to fly out to the UK! There will be a blogging hiatus but it’s not likely to be more than a few days, if
The big trip to the UK looms. It’s my first and I’m greatly looking forward to it — all the more so because I have long been fascinated by the place and its history. Although I can’t say it was always my plan to do a PhD in British military aviation history, looking back, there
Around Easter, I happened to have a camera on me when an airship was passing overhead, and managed to take a couple of pictures before the camera batteries died. But they didn’t look quite right, and eventually I realised that it was because the airship was too red. Everybody knows, at least subconsciously, that airships
This post is an exercise in — well, I’m not sure if there’s a name for it, but I found some medium-resolution images on eBay of a pamphlet printed by the Hands Off Britain Air Defence League in 1934. (The seller says 1933, but all other evidence I have on this group is from 1934;
[Cross-posted at Revise and Dissent.] Here’s a confession: I don’t really get Guernica — the painting, that is, not the event (which is why I haven’t mentioned it in this series until now). I understand that it’s a passionate reaction by a great artist to the tragedy unfolding in his own country. It’s physically imposing,
The latest Fortean Times (June 2007) has a great article by Kim Newman on Hammer Films, the much-loved British horror film production company. While discussing the early 1970s, when Hammer’s fortunes were declining, he refers in passing to ‘the tragically unmade Zeppelin vs Pterodactyls‘. That’s all he said, but it was enough … could it
The other day I was wondering why Winston Churchill wanted the soon-to-be-blitzed British to bear themselves like the ‘brave men of Barcelona’, and not the equally brave men1 of Madrid or Chungking, which had also undergone heavy bombardments for long periods of time. I must admit I didn’t actually think it was ever likely that
