There I was boozing in a pub with father dearest when I spied some Victorian books on display, above where we were eating our lamb rogan josh and wiltshire ham, eggs and chips. One particular tome caught my eye as it’s a name I’ve encountered before: I rather suspect this guy was the Victorian Robin […]Read More This Actor Did What?!
Dressed in the highest fashions of the 1860’s, a princess looks deeply into the camera as she takes direction from one of London’s busiest photographers. Surrounded by foliage and the ‘shelter’ of a tree with a classical column in the background to accentuate her status and class, effortlessly exuding a regal command that was only […]Read More Victoria’s God-daughter
What on earth an opera singer has to do with a tortoise? We all know about Conchita from Eurovision but there’s another you should know about, whose unique grave resembles something from a Terry Prachett novel. Back in March I discovered the above image and the tag line ‘Opera Singer‘. The smile, the enthusiam, the […]Read More The Tortoise & The Opera Singer
Feminists, mummies and Death himself: Cimetrie de la Chartreuse is literally crammed with history and fascinating people Opening in 1791, it was built on the former gardens of a Carthusian monastery and is a literal suburb of the dead; many of Bordeaux’s great and good have been laid to rest here. I was supposed to […]Read More The Top 6 Graves of Chartreuse
There’s a cemetery on a common that practically no-one knows is there. It’s not listed on The London Borough of Richmond’s Cemeteries page (it should be) and the state it’s in now is a stark contrast as to how well it was maintained a century ago. I first found out about the cemetery from a […]Read More Finding Mr. Moonlight
Sometimes stories pop out at you and this one (indirectly) involved one of our greatest statesmen. I was with Mark in Beckenham Cemetery recently and as we were looking over the graves infront of us, one inscription caught my eye. Headstones that state the cause of death show a remarkable frankness and public demonstration of […]Read More A Tragedy at Chartwell
A Grade II listed cemetery in Zone 3? A short walk from Dollis Hill tube station lies a cemetery I doubt many of the local people even know about. Hidden behind a wall from Pound Lane, this place of rest once catered to a thriving local Jewish community who have long since moved away to […]Read More Visiting The House Of Life
‘The octopus is soft – soft and flabby. Its form when not in action has nothing terrible about it, it is a greyish mass, not especially distinguishable from other organisms. The octopus is crafty. When its victim is unsuspicious, it opens suddenly and holds him in its grasp…he draws you to him and into himself. […]Read More One of the most Impudent, Heartless Business Scoundrels On Record
Lady Marie. She’s long been a fascination because…well, because where she was laid to rest just simply doesn’t add up. Tucked into a former council estate that just touches on the woodland part of Bromley, is St. Luke’s Cemetery. Originally built to provide a resting place for the parishioners of the church with which the […]Read More Who Was Lady Marie?
Say the sentence ‘I’m looking for the Sausage King’ and you’ll get responses like ‘I’ve seen him on Grindr’ ‘so am I, dear’ or ‘I like how honest you are’. The one I’m referring to is one of the most eccentric characters of ye olde London, whose story has particular pertinence as recently it’s been […]Read More Chief of the Clan McSausage