‘Some people there were praying for me soul I said, ‘It’s the first time I’ve been off the dole!’ Look at the mourners, bloomin’ well sozzled Ain’t it grand, to be bloomin’ well dead!’ One of the most striking things of ‘The London Nobody Knows’, one of the best films about London that has ever […]Read More Ain’t It Grand To Be Bloomin’ Well Dead
by Sheldon Amongst the dappled shade of the only woodland in Zone 2 are once key-characters in the fabric of the East End. Beneath a pink granite monument is White Hat Willie, builder of Cutty Sark and on Millionaire’s Row – royalty itself – the uncrowned King of Limehouse. From drunk coachmen, Jack the Ripper […]Read More Movement, Migration and Place: Shuffle Festival 2015
By Nick I believe I was first introduced to you as, ‘The third silent member of Cemetery Club’ in Sheldon’s prior post Capturing the Moment. I am Nick, Sheldon’s cousin, graveyard lover, photography enthusiast and not so silent after all. I decided to make my debut post after some gentle persuasion by Sheldon, I was […]Read More Cousins at Kensal and Camera Chaos
This is my blog detailing the Victorian Valhallas of our ancestors and forebears. I’ve long been interested in the Victorian attitude to death and how in many ways, it dictated their attitude to life. Certainly from my family history, my Great Grandmother was one of twelve, four children surviving to adulthood. My grandmother was one of eight and only […]Read More Welcome, Reader!