The Filth & The Fury

There are many things that I love about John Lydon.

He’s an historian and a Shakespearean.

He’s a Gooner – supports Arsenal.

He blames himself for Sid Vicious’ death.

He spent many years caring for his late wife when she had dementia.

He KNOWS life is shit/hard/painful but still cracks on.

He outed Jimmy Saville years before anyone else.


I never did the safety pin, grunge, spit, foul-mouth (though I’m getting better at that) mohawk haircut thing BUT ONCE A PUNK …etc :o)

Nichola de la Haie

She’s a bit of a hero of mine. A local girl.

Sherriff of Nottingham? Nah. Nichola was Sherriff of the WHOLE OF LINCOLNSHIRE.

I’ve see the Magna Carta here. And walked the battlements trying to envisage just how Nichola defended her castle from the enemy.

Quite easily actually. The view is awesome. On a clear day we can see Lincoln Cathedral from here – 21 miles away. And the castle is just opposite the Cathedral.

Note to Self : Build your Castle/Home up on high ! ? !

Thank you, Neil :o)

The Long Good Friday

The timing wasn’t the best. He’d watched it years before and there was I recovering from the birth of first born, we were a couple of weeks away from going back to a country we’d both served in as “the enemy” and this was the evening film.

I love Ulster. Even after working the borders, expecting the “baddies” at every turn. The Irish are wonderful peeps.

Plus Bob Hoskins talking to Barry Norman in 1982 about how greed destroyed London.

P.S. Second born appeared in Ulster. Lagan Valley Hospital :o)

Black Beauty

OMG…I bawled my eyes out reading Black Beauty as a kid. It was one of my Mum’s childhood books -lodged in the back bedroom at Nan’s house.

I was never around horses as a child. Though I longed to be. To this day they frighten the bejeebus outta me… even though I’ve taken riding lessons and horse-trekked the mountains of Andalusia.

High Rise Horse Stables, anyone?

Or 1850 reset?

Tarragon/Dragon & The Myth of Artemis

Tarragon is a herb : Artemisia dracunculus.

Said to be the herb of Artemis the Huntress and also a cure for snake bite and rabies.

All I know about it is…I grow it. I use it with chicken.

Chicken Fricassee – with tarragon.

Chicken Pie – with tarragon. Today’s meal.

The first time I ever tasted chicken and tarragon together was via a sandwich in a cafe inside the Natural History Museum in London when my boys were toddlers and their mother was edu-ma-cating them!

HERBS……Will always and forever remind me of this programme :o)

The V&A

The Victoria and Albert Museum is my second favourite place to visit in London.

Not everyone’s cup of tea but I fell in love with it many, many years ago.

Which is rather strange as I’m an ANTI-Victorian :o)

In Search of Forgotten Colours…..



Is that a new hobbit/rabbit?

Sorry but. Ed in buh ruh.


Basil Rathbone – finally. Terror by Night.

Much as I love Basil and Nigel, these films were so Hollywood mish-mash.

This one has elements of at least three different Conan Doyle stories. Sebastian Moran was in The Empty House, yes (?)

Anyway. LNER, London to Ed-in-Burrow via Hollywood.


Earl’s Court

The first, second and third time I went to Earl’s Court was as a teenager, with school, to watch Tennis. BFF & I went missing and the teachers sent out a search party. We were chasing John McEnroe, Jimmy Connors and Arthur Ashe for autographs. Oops!

The fourth time was about 10 years later when I took a neighbour there to show her dog at Crufts.

Didn’t see this tho’

Sadly :o(

Little History of The Savoy

A couple or three years before I’d posted about the film Metropolis, himself and I spent New Year at the Savoy in London. We had great fun. I EVEN made him go into The National Gallery to look at all the paintings.

I also bought a book. A biography of Fritz Lang. Why? Because I loved the film and the era and my first visit to this hotel had been before it had gone through a truly ghastly remodel by the new owners.

The Savoy I knew was STILL an early 20th century place full of Art Deco and famous silent film stars & artists and writers.

The bath was so HUGE that I nearly drowned and in a panic almost pushed the brass “MAID” button right by my shoulder. That’d been slightly embarrassing :o)

The hotel stands in exactly the same place as the Palace of John of Gaunt. Who?

A son of Edward III who kept a mistress called Katherine Swynford for many years. He eventually did the decent thing. Married her and legitimised their children. Katherine is buried in Lincoln Cathedral and has close ties with this area.

Oh. And. The first time I ever posted about this – it was hijacked AGAIN and dedicated to saVoy.


P.S. I still have hanging, on the back of my bathroom door, a beautiful bag featuring Kaspar the Cat. He is always brought out as a guest whenever a party of 13 dine at the Savoy.

Agatha Christie, anyone?


In antiquity, the cloisonné technique was mostly used for jewellery and small fittings for clothes, weapons or similar small objects decorated with geometric or schematic designs, with thick cloison walls. In the Byzantine Empire techniques using thinner wires were developed to allow more pictorial images to be produced, mostly used for religious images and jewellery, and by then always using enamel. This was used in Europe, especially in Carolingian and Ottonian art. By the 14th century this enamel technique had been replaced in Europe by champlevé, but had then spread to China, where it was soon used for much larger vessels such as bowls and vases; the technique remains common in China to the present day, and cloisonné enamel objects using Chinese-derived styles were produced in the West from the 18th century.


I’m lucky enough to own a couple of small but beautiful Cloisonné ashtrays that BFF bought me, when we were teenagers, from the Portobello Road Market in London.

If you ever get a chance to go there…Do it. It’s an experience and then some :o)

Royal Albert Hall, London

Sunday morning phone call with my boys’ paternal grandmother.

On her Bucket List for next year is The Royal Albert Hall.

I told her to GO. It’s amazing.

I’ve never been inside but as a kid I went on a school trip to London and we were allowed to open our lunch boxes and eat on the steps of the Albert Memorial….Work it out?

She even confessed to buying the Robbie Williams Live at The Albert Hall Concert on DVD because her daughter and myself had made her watch it so many times in my kitchen as we were cooking for the MEN!

She’s also a fan of Adele and I said she should watch Adele’s Concert Live at The Albert Hall.

There is something about this round building that LOVES acoustics (?)

Never Mind…… that there is always a HIM that betrays you with a BETTER woman :o)

Giovanni Antonio Canal (18 October 1697 – 19 April 1768)

It was this time when me and he spent 3 days in London over Hogmanay. We arrived the day before New Years Eve and stayed at the Savoy. We split the trip into his stuff and my stuff.

Part of my stuff was going to the National Gallery to see the paintings. I had no idea that the Canaletto Exhibition was on – Bonus!

As an apology for frog-marching me around the entire place at break-neck speed, he bought me the official Canaletto brochure.

Moving on to Hidden History. The Colosseum, Rome.

I’ve posted about this many times before because I visited the building when in Rome. It was a lovely day…apart from the brutal sunburn.

Despite recent yt althist truther channels “discovering” that the Colosseum was actually and truly an aquatech installation, there is something extremely hidden about this place.

Canaletto painted it in the 17th/18th century from real life.

Study the image above. And then study the image below and ponder this : until the 19th century, the Roman Colosseum was KNOWN to have been built and rebuilt from the 1400’s until the 1800’s as a CHRISTIAN TEMPLE for the worship of Christ. The original had a proper dome on top.

No gladiators, lions or Christians or boats or Russell Crowes were ever butchered here as entertainment for the masses.


Back With The Tower of London

Last month I wrote :


I’m back there today with more insights.

Above is an image of the Tower as it looks today but it was not always like this.

We know the modern Mainstream History about this place being built by William the Bastard Conqueror on the site of an “ancient” Roman or earlier fortress. And that it became truly infamous under the reign of Henry VIII Tudor.

Many decades of research have shown another history of our world. I’ve covered quite a bit of the new, old, hidden, still being revealed work of NC on my previous blog (link above) including the very feasible possibility that, from the 1300’s, most, if not all, of the people that we now call Kings and Queens were -in fact- nothing more than provincial governors for the Horde. Imperial Sheriffs, if you like, for the Tsar/Khan in Russia.

Does this sound too far-fetched?

There is a huge picture in the Museum of London, painted in 1630 and showing the Tower and environs that is rarely available anywhere else. Below is an enlargement of The Tower of London from this painting.

Full picture here : Anything strike you as slightly strange?

Maybe the change took place after 1666 and some fire that happened ?

One of MY Favourite Places in London

I’ve been here many times. It’ s such a short walk down the Strand, turn left before Trafalgar Square, somewhere down a side street. Been a while!!!

When I was 17, Neal’s Yard was the best place to get ALTFOOD and essential oils etc.

When I was much older…I found out that getting onto the balcony of the Punch & Judy Pub was a BATTLE of Curse Words with Corporate Drinkers OhYa/ForSure/ and pissed up, even fouler mouthed Aussies.

Note : Bring your sharp elbows and two deaf ears to the abuse :o)

Oh. This first video came out of the second video about RATS leaving a sinking ship !


It’s strange how when you reconnect with old mates, funny stuff happens!

BFF and I spent about 6 /10/30 years staying over with each other after we’d both left home at 17. I’d usually go to London, where she lived and worked.

We’d crack open a bottle of wine, get a load of nibbles together, almost faint laughing at all the stupid things we’d done together since the age of 11 and then watch a film and cry buckets.

This was one film she had seen and wanted me to watch on video. So we did. And we cried. Buckets.

Today the video below came up in my yt feed. I’d never gone properly into Frances’ life. It was too dark.

The Magnificent Seven : 1833

For hundreds of years, almost all London’s dead were buried in small parish churchyards, which quickly became dangerously overcrowded. Architects such as Sir Christopher Wren and Sir John Vanbrugh deplored this practice and wished to see suburban cemeteries established.[2] It was not until British visitors to Paris, including George Frederick Carden, were inspired by its Père Lachaise cemetery that sufficient time and money were devoted to canvass for reform, and equivalents were developed in London: first at Kensal Green.

In the first 50 years of the 19th century the population of London more than doubled from 1 million to 2.3 million. Overcrowded graveyards also led to decaying matter getting into the water supply and causing epidemics. There were incidents of graves being dug on unmarked plots that already contained bodies, and of bodies being defiled by sewer rats infiltrating the churchyards’ drains from the relatively central Tyburn, Fleet, Effra and Westbourne rivers which were used as foul sewers by this date and later wholly discharged into London’s outfall sewers.

The most famous of the Magnificent Seven Cemeteries of London is Highgate.

The Old Bailey & Newgate Prison

To me, there is something VERY fishy about this History.

Newgate was Infamous. A Hell-Hole.

And then – tahdah – it suddenly became this amazingly beautiful building with DOME that is now known as the Highest Court in the Land.

Mmmn. OK. You were CONDEMNED in Newgate then and are (sometimes) condemned in the Old Bailey now.

Of all the famous prisoners that were given a “home” in Newgate (Newget in the vernacular) my fave has to be Jack Shepherd. He was a funny dude :o)

One For The Road

I am NOT a Death Fetishist. Honestly.

I’ve just spent many years researching history for professional reasons.

It’s strange that I know slightly more about the Paris version of the Tyburn Tree – Montfaucon.

Of course the French have to outdo the English in style and presentation :o)

One for the road, On the wagon, Hangover makes sense to me even if it is false info. I wasn’t there at the time so can’t comment on that one.