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.
Via the WWII mailing list comes the welcome news that Flight International is putting its entire run of back issues online, as one searchable PDF per magazine page. So far, the following years have been scanned: 1909-1932, 1935-1940, 1948, 1955-1961, 1964, 1966-1968, 1997-2004. The archive can either be browsed (note that you have to click
Military History Carnival Edition Four has clearly been timed to catch me in transition from the southern to the northern hemisphere, so I’m a couple of days late in posting about it. For me, the most interesting post was Philobiblon’s on the suggestion that the so-called Glorious Revolution was successful because the Dutch ships were
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
Clive Harris. Walking the London Blitz. Barnsley: Leo Cooper, 2006. I haven’t been buying lots of travel-type books, but I could hardly pass this one up! Nevil Shute. On the Beach. Geneva: Edito-Service S.A., 1968 [1957]. Finally found it.
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
A couple of weeks ago, I showed how the blitzkrieg became the Blitz. Now I’ll show how the knock-out blow became the blitzkrieg. Despite the abandon with which the term blitzkrieg is thrown around these days to describe the “lightning” German campaigns of the early years of the Second World War, it turns out that
I’ve been good, I really have! I haven’t bought any books for ages, since I’ve been economising in advance of the UK trip. But yesterday I went looking for a Shute to take with me, and couldn’t find one, but instead came away with an armful of other books. Midge Gillies. Waiting for Hitler: Voices
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
