Ars Memoriae

I know this system best via Giordano Bruno (burned at the stake 1600) and Dame Frances Yates.

This is an ancient “art” with several methods of use.

My favourite is the method of loci or Architectural Memory.

It’s not so hard. We do it all the time – especially in a supermarket. Until they move stuff around the aisles and shelves. Harumph!

Today it’s not so well-known. Especially when we bring in melted buildings and mud flood and DEWS and Giant Elites with tiny servants and bedsits and tower blocks and ….!

I’d bet that most of the population only know anything about this via the TV series Sherlock.

Old World vs New World :o)

Killer In My Village

I have watched these for years.

This one just caused a BIG argument.

All I pointed out was that men have no bloody idea about women and sex.

When women get to a certain age (post man-o-pause) sex is usually NOT first, last, everything on their mind.

So a man in his 20’s is charged with rape and murder of a 72 year old woman. His defence?

She invited me in and paid me £200 for sex.

Yeh. So obvious. She is female, alone and obviously desperate.

C’mon. Puhlease – stop these self-generated/self-gratifying LIES.

People like me can see them from 66 million miles away.

The Great Awakening is all about other people seeing these lies right in front of their eyes.

And y’all are so very proud of being WOKE.

Snakes & Ladders.

On Remembrance Sunday – THE TALL POPPY SYNDROME.

Wake up.


Posture : Nothing Is as Simple as we Think

For some reason (?) the subject of posture has been relevant here for several days.

It began when eldest son stood up straight as…and I went to hug him. My head fit perfectly under his armpit. Oooh.

Then I watched a yt video about fitting a Victorian dress toile and was told that all original Historical Garments have the shoulder seams so far back that they will now lie behind a modern shoulder. ‘Cos we are lazy slumps.

I listened to a Miss Marple (Agatha Christie) book and was told that Jane Marple spent her girl hood school years using a back board to straighten her posture.

I’ve studied the Alexander Technique which teaches us to imagine a thread coming out of the very centre of our cranium and pulling the neck up and the chin level. The shoulders then automatically fall into place. Well. They should. But we have had our skeletal nature disformed by modern gadgets.

A head weighs – urm – a lot. And today we are all slumped/hunched, head forward, eyes on a screen etc.

I’ve always suffered from bad headaches/migraines. As a teenager I was once laughed at for my straight posture. Look at any dancer. Straight and aligned.

Himself gives me unexpected shoulder massages most days. My language can get fruity because of the pain involved but…..they are very welcome. In a strange way (!)

Sewing is a posture crippler and I’m all too aware of the fake history about Richard the Third.


Love From a Stranger : Lost in Translation

Being a restless and busy person, I have little time to sit and read nowadays. But I love books.

The PERFECT solution for me is audiobooks. I still have a little original ipod that’s easy to carry around in a pocket as I whizz back and forth.

I’ve been listening to many free Agatha Christie short stories on youtube. Philomel Cottage is one that I really liked.

The story became a play. The play became several films. I like the version below because it has Basil Rathbone in (a great Sherlock) and Joan Hickson – whom Mrs Christie herself saw as a perfect Miss Marple…when she was old enough.

Plot Twist coming. After a few minutes from about 48 mins to 52 mins in the film below.

I KNOW that music quite well. And I’ve always hated it when my name was spelled Grieg. Even though I knew the connection. From childhood……or before. 36% Scottish, 29% Scandinavian :o)

Edvard Hagerup Grieg was born in Bergen, Norway (then part of Sweden–Norway). His parents were Alexander Grieg (1806–1875), a merchant and the British Vice-Consul in Bergen; and Gesine Judithe Hagerup (1814–1875), a music teacher and daughter of solicitor and politician Edvard Hagerup.[6][7] The family name, originally spelled Greig, is associated with the ScottishClann Ghriogair (Clan Gregor).[8] After the Battle of Culloden in Scotland in 1746, Grieg’s great-grandfather, Alexander Greig (1739-1803),[9] originally of Aberdeenshire,[10] travelled widely before settling in Norway about 1770 and establishing business interests in Bergen. Grieg’s paternal great-great-grandparents, John (1702-1774) and Anne (1704-1784),[11] are buried in the churchyard of the abandoned Church of St Ethernan in Rathen, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.[12]

My thanks to a Wonderwall who showed the very worst of man’s ability to cause pain and anguish.

Mirages of Europe : New N.C. Book

Yay. I’ve been waiting for this new book from New Chronology.

Hopefully it’ll be available in English soon.

The authors have processed important blocks in the history of Europe and Byzantium in the 11th-17th centuries. The famous Byzantine figures – Vasily Bogomil and John Ital – turn out to be vivid reflections of the emperor Andronicus-Christ, that is, Prince Andrei Bogolyubsky from the 12th century. For example, the famous gospel story is clarified: why two “thieves” were crucified next to Christ on Golgotha. It turns out that the Prudent Thief symbolizes the disciples of Christ, who continued to honor Him after the judgment. And the Mad Thief is the image of the disciples who refused Christ. Records of the trial of Christ discovered. The story of the famous Jeanne d’Arc and the French King Charles VI is a phantom reflection of the biographies of Empress Elena Voloshanka (Esther) and Tsar Ivan the Terrible (Artaxerxes). The biographies of the English kings Henry VI and Richard III (including those in Shakespeare’s tragedies) are based on the “Roman biographies” of Khan Ivan the Terrible and Khan Boris Godunov. The famous English war of the Scarlet and White Roses is a western reflection of the war of the Oprichnina and the Zemshchina in Russia-Horde in the second half of the 16th century.

I’ve posted about Andronicus & Charles VI & Jehanne d’Arc & Henry IV and & Richard III & Shakespeare & Elena & The Wars of the Roses soooooo many times. And also the Bogomils via the Cathars.

Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York.

Oooh. I did that off the top of my head. All this Shakespeare stuff is sticking to my little brain cell – LOL.

I’ll leave the possible shape of our world and NelsonMadelaEffect and the never-ending cry of ALL HISTORY IS A LIE to the masses of masses who are “woke.”


Black Vaughan : aka Hound of the Baskervilles

The Red Book of Hergest – Read it.

Prayer of the Night Shepherd – Read that too.

Hound of the Baskervilles – Ditto.

The people of my country have wild and vivid imaginations. Our folk-lore is rampant and entwined through every tree and blade of grass.

Which Vaughan was Black?

The main candidate is Sir Thomas Vaughan circa 1400. If he actually lived and did what is said, then there were many who didn’t like him. Hence the Legend of Black Vaughan…..the Black Bull/Fly/Dog of ancient times.


Are we in Wales or England with this? Mmmn. Probably right on the Border Marches where “the veil” is thin and many a ghosty and ghouly roams.

Spooky whooooooh!

Scotland’s Crown Jewels & The Musgrave Ritual

The best Musgrave Ritual adaptation, for me, was the one done by Jeremy Brett. If you know the show, you’ll see the link.

Whose was it?’
‘His who is gone.’
‘Who shall have it?’
‘He who will come.’
(‘What was the month?’
‘The sixth from the first.’)[3]
‘Where was the sun?’
‘Over the oak.’
‘Where was the shadow?’
‘Under the elm.’
‘How was it stepped?’
‘North by ten and by ten, east by five and by five, south by two and by two, west by one and by one, and so under.’
‘What shall we give for it?’
‘All that is ours.’
‘Why should we give it?’
‘For the sake of the trust.’

Allegedly – Scotland’s Crown Jewels had a merry dance too.

NO RUSH, peeps :o)

I’ll Burn You. I’ll Burn The Heart Out of You!

What’s up? You’ve got a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.

I was asked.

I explained with lots of beeps and shows of bloody wounds and how I’m going to BURN IT. BURN THE HEART OUT OF IT.

My peeps know me too well when I get all dramatic and Shakespearean.

4 days working on a garment and the bloody, blithering thing will NOT stop looking like a dishrag.

This is my favourite Sherlock scene. EVER.

Jim is exquisite in such an underplayed way.

Westwood….LOL. He’s wearing a Vivian Westwood suit. How very dare anyone touch it.

That takes seconds to do. One word and one action and one look.



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.


The Lost World

A few years back I sent a personal e-mail to someone unmentionable stating that……..I have NEVER lied to you. I challenged you.


Challenge ignored. The NO-LIES are now being seen.


Shrug. He has many who will never challenge him. They all are still un-banned.

Absolute, God’s Honest Truth.

Nice swerve Fake Sherlock :o)

A Morning with Bernadette

I’ve had a lovely couple of hours (apart from the snarky side chat about mad women on yt!) with Bernadette.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve watched her. I hadn’t realised that she’d moved from NYC to London.

Having been supremely organised (or maybe feeling lazy) I’m getting reacquainted with Historical Costumes and their construction.

Once upon a time, I made two 1920’s Opera Coats from silk – all hand-stitched – that were used in a local AmDram production of Thoroughly Modern Millie. True as…!

I’m just a self-taught amateur enthusiast. Ms. Banner is an expert.

I’m loving her new London home :o)

Aunt Sally vs Mrs Hudson

OK. Hands up. I admit it.

It took me years to watch Ben Cucumberpatch as Sherlock.


Not only did I “believe” that he was wrong for the job but … UNA STUBBS as Mrs Hudson? ? ?

She is best known here as Aunt Sally or the prim friend of Basil Fawlty. ‘


I watched A Study in Pink and then was incommunicado for days afterwards.

Then I watched them all again and….

MRS HUDSON DRIVES A DB9 & J.Edgar Hoover’s to Rock Music : My girl :o)

Now Is The Winter of Our Discontent

Made Glorious Summer by….

I forget the rest.

Richard also said (via Shakespeare) :

“I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.”

It reminds me of the Julius Caesar misquote – The Die Is Cast.

I thought DIE was the plural of DICE (?)

So that would be – The Die ARE Cast (?)

Pedantic Polly again :o)

Mmmn. Not a cucumberpatch on KenBran but a fair watch :o)

BTW : Fake History aboundeth.

Time To Enter the Labyrinth : The Name of the Rose

I have had this novel on my shelves for more years than I am willing to admit.

I know more about Umberto Eco than this book. I’ve read several of his non-fiction works.

OK. I may be old enough now to handle this :o)


The name of the central character, William of Baskerville, alludes both to the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes (compare The Hound of the Baskervilles – also, Adso’s description of William in the beginning of the book resembles, almost word for word, Dr. Watson’s description of Sherlock Holmes when he first makes his acquaintance in A Study in Scarlet) and to William of Ockham (see the next section). The name of the narrator, his apprentice Adso of Melk is among other things a pun on Simplicio from Galileo Galilei‘s Dialogue; Adso deriving from “ad Simplicio” (“to Simplicio”). Adso’s putative place of origin, Melk, is the site of a famous medieval library, at Melk Abbey. And his name echoes the narrator of the Sherlock Holmes stories, Watson (omitting the first and last letters, with “t” and “d” being phonetically similar).[16]

The blind librarian Jorge of Burgos is a nod to Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges, a major influence on Eco. Borges was blind during his later years and was also director of Argentina’s national library; his short story “The Library of Babel” is an inspiration for the secret library in Eco’s book.[17] Another of Borges’s stories, “The Secret Miracle“, features a blind librarian. In addition, a number of other themes drawn from various of Borges’s works are used throughout The Name of the Roselabyrinths, mirrors, sects and obscure manuscripts and books.

The ending also owes a debt to Borges’ short story “Death and the Compass“, in which a detective proposes a theory for the behaviour of a murderer. The murderer learns of the theory and uses it to trap the detective. In The Name of the Rose, the librarian Jorge uses William’s belief that the murders are based on the Revelation to John to misdirect William, though in Eco’s tale, the detective succeeds in solving the crime.

The “poisoned page” motif may have been inspired by Alexandre Dumas‘ novel La Reine Margot (1845). It was also used in the film Il giovedì (1963) by Italian director Dino Risi.[18] A similar story is associated with the Chinese erotic novel Jin Ping Mei, translated as The Golden Lotus or The Plum in the Golden Vase.

Eco seems also to have been aware of Rudyard Kipling‘s short story “The Eye of Allah“, which touches on many of the same themes, like optics, manuscript illumination, music, medicine, priestly authority and the Church’s attitude to scientific discovery and independent thought, and which also includes a character named John of Burgos.

Eco was also inspired by the 19th century Italian novelist Alessandro Manzoni, citing The Betrothed as an example of the specific type of historical novel he purposed to create, in which some of the characters may be made up, but their motivations and actions remain authentic to the period and render history more comprehensible.[19]

Throughout the book, there are Latin quotes, authentic and apocryphal. There are also discussions of the philosophy of Aristotle and of a variety of millenarist heresies, especially those associated with the fraticelli. Numerous other philosophers are referenced throughout the book, often anachronistically, including Wittgenstein.


I’ve also chosen not to watch the film until I’d read the book.

Let’s enter :o)

Sherlock Holmes Junk Journal

There are many videos doing this kind of journal but Eva is my go-to-gal right now.

The video below is from 2016 when her English was not so good….but far better than my Czech will EVER be.

I love this idea. I love the planning and the creativity and the work involved.


I’m one of those boring, ultra-practical souls.

Yes. Wonderful. Usage?

I’d have to create a proper murder mystery to go with it. With concealed clues and the solution hidden in a very well hidden compartment :o)

Why Does Cause Come Before Effect?

This has been such a trawl for me.

Being a writer, I know the cause and effect rule. I know how to use it. I know why it is used.

But can I explain any of the above?


Or maybe :

This happened. Then this happened because that happened. Then because that happened (and annoyed someone) because that happened (which had killed someone) then this happened. Then. This happened……aaarrrggghh!

That would NEVER get me an A* grade even though I always study the generations before and after. :o(


Nowt as queer as folk – as the saying goes.

Mind/Memory Palace

I’ve “investigated” Giordano Bruno for many years. Also SHERLOCK.

In MY Mind/Memory Palace there is a Bloody Corridor. Bloody as in blood covered.

In this bloody corridor lies the memories of all those who have and all those who will STEAL and use my work. My research. My thoughts. MY ENERGY for their own gain.

This will happen very soon …yet another major theft for fame and fortune with zero props given to the giver. FACT :o)

Check out the link at the top of here named July 2018 to August 2021 and search for either Frances Yates or Giordano Bruno (?)

The Copper’s Hunch

My Dad was a TRUE Highlander. Though he could never admit it :o(

But others knew and they destroyed his career as a Policeperson for it. Sound familiar?

The Copper’s Hunch is the Power of Intuition. It comes from within and is WITHOUT physical evidence. Just a feeling. A knowing.

When I was a kid, my Father took 30 minutes from the crime being committed to Dad having the perp in the interview room. He KNEW.

Perp was sent down.

I am my father’s daughter and I WILL admit being exactly what he and I and everyone one of our shared ancestors are.

And I make no distinctions here. Highlander, Native American, African, Greek, Serbo-Croat…this INNER KNOWING is all inclusive.

The Highlanders and the Native Americans are (in my world) more famous for their Far-Sight. We operate via feeling and seeing the bigger picture and how everything connects. Observation. Ingrained behavioural patterns. The slight faults in the storyline. The unmistakeable movement of the eye as it squints.

It is what it is. The seen is NEVER unseen. The felt is NEVER unfelt. The knowledge is NEVER unknowledge.

Sherlock Holmes is the BEST example of a 5 enneagram

Intuitive Thinker : 5 Enneagram

Type Five is a person who pulls back from the world and others to observe and prefers to live in their mind. They may be wise, visionary, and knowledgeable; or abstract, stingy, eccentric, and intellectually arrogant.

I’m a natural 6. With VERY strong 5. This LOYALIST chose to withdraw into stingy eccentricity :o)

The Sussex Vampire

I have the entire catalogue of this radio show on audiobooks but it’s almost impossible to listen to because of the adverts.

Anyhoo and whatever.

The original book is called The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire.

Holmes receives an odd letter that makes reference to vampires. Mr. Robert Ferguson, who comes to 221B Baker Street the next morning, has become convinced that his Peruvian second wife has been sucking their baby son’s blood. By his first wife, he has a 15-year-old son named Jack, who suffered an unfortunate accident as a child and now, although he can still walk, does not have full use of his legs. Since the start of the bloodsucking, Jack has unaccountably been struck twice by his stepmother, although Mr. Ferguson cannot imagine why. Ever since being found out by her husband, she has locked herself in her room and refused to come out. Only her Peruvian maid, Dolores, is allowed in. She takes Mrs. Ferguson her meals.

Even before Holmes and Watson set off for Mr. Ferguson’s house in Sussex, Holmes has worked out what is going on, and it has nothing to do with vampires. Holmes’s trip is made simply to observe and confirm what he has already deduced.

Upon their arrival in Sussex, Mrs. Ferguson’s maid announces that her mistress is ill, and Dr. Watson offers to help. He finds an agitated woman in the room upstairs – she speaks of all being destroyed, and of sacrificing herself rather than breaking her husband’s heart. She also demands her child, who has been with the nurse, Mrs. Mason, ever since Mr. Ferguson found out about the bloodsucking incidents. Holmes examines the South American weapons displayed in the house and meets the children. While Mr. Ferguson is doting on his younger son, Watson notices that Holmes is gazing at the window. He cannot imagine why his friend is doing this.

Holmes then reveals the truth about what has been happening, much to the relief of Mrs. Ferguson as this is exactly what she has been hoping for: for the truth to come from someone else’s lips. It turns out that the culprit is Jack, Mr. Ferguson’s elder son, who is extremely jealous of his young half-brother. Holmes has confirmed this by looking at Jack’s reflection in the window while his father’s attention was on the baby. Jack has been attempting to murder his half-brother by shooting poisoned darts at him, and his stepmother’s behaviour of sucking the baby’s neck is thereby explained: she was sucking the poison out. It also explains why she struck Jack, and why she was sick when Holmes and Watson arrived. The wounds, therefore, were caused by the darts, not by her biting.

The Jeremy Brett episode “The LAST VAMPYRE” is OK but…..!

Sherlock Holmes via American Radio in the 1940’s. With Basil Rathbone & Nigel Bruce & stupid adverts.