All this week in London consumer history, 1800: Bread rioters force the City’s Corn Exchange to close

In 1799, 1800 and 1801 widespread rioting broke out throughout England. Most of these were food riots, provoked by scarcity and soaring prices during…

All this week in London consumer history, 1800: Bread rioters force the City’s Corn Exchange to close

Sweet Chemistry

Chemistry Set

A little sidetrack from usual posts , when I was a kid I was given a chemistry set just like the one above and my first thought was can I make something go bang , as any 9 year old would alone in my room I embarked on this quest mixed random compounds , heating some up until finally it happened with a loud phmmmff the cork blew from the test tube leaving a burn like mark on what was a recently painted ceiling , thus I panicked mom and dad would not be pleased, so I went to the bathroom cabinet and there was a jar of Lassars paste , I doubt a combination of zinc and salicylic acid , so with some dexterity of a chemical plasterer placed it on the ceiling smoothing it with good coverage , it worked I avoided punishment until a couple years later when my dad repainted the ceiling and revealed my handiwork.

So a little blast from the past , see you all soon

Wanderings with Chris …….. To LLanberis

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Haven’t done one of these posts in a long while!

Wanderings with Chris to LLanberis which is a village in Gwynedd, northwest Wales, on the southern bank of the lake Llyn Padarn and at the foot of Snowdon, the highest mountain in Wales. Google it and you will see lots and lots of posts featuring a tree, a lake and mountains. Some are fantastic others are samey samey but they are all unique as there is only one Lonely Tree on the sore of LLyn Padarn. I have seen this tree plastered all over instagram, sunrise, sunset, night, moody, you name it it’s been done and when we came out of lockdown it was the first place we headed to because I wanted to photograph it too. So armed with my new Nikon Z7 we headed out to Wales at stupid o’clock in the morning to get there for sunrise…

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ACTION: How Britain’s most brutal comic laid the real ’70s bare

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AGGRO! In the long, hot summer of 1976, ACTION comic’s blood-crazed sharks, spy thugs and football yobs warped young minds across Britain. Creator Pat Mills tells JOHN NAUGHTON about the comic The Sun called the Sevenpenny Nightmare.

In the recent trend for publishing books based around specific years, no-one has yet laid claim to 1976. Like visitors strolling past a boss-eyed mongrel at Battersea Dogs’ Home, prospective authors have failed to see the appeal of a year that began with 15 people murdered in Northern Ireland before the Christmas decorations came down and continued in grindingly grim fashion with front pages dominated by endless tales of industrial aggro or Cod and Cold War stand-offs. Civil war raged in Angola and bombs exploded throughout London. Is this the MPLA, is this the IRA? Yes, on both counts, Johnny.

01 copy 2 Action’s most infamous cover, as seen in High-Rise.

Listen closely and you can hear the tectonic plates…

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See: The Coral channel Detroit with New York on a sunny Wirral seaside with their sparkling new single ‘Lover Undiscovered’

Anticipation is building for The Coral‘s upcoming magnum opus, a magnificent double album entitled ‘Coral Island’ due out on Friday, 30 April 2021. ‘…

See: The Coral channel Detroit with New York on a sunny Wirral seaside with their sparkling new single ‘Lover Undiscovered’

THE FIRST LADY OF THINKING (WANITA PERTAMA BERFIKIR) – Poem by Jeton Kelmendi  / Translated into BAHASA MELAYU by Siti Ruqaiyah Hashim

Poem by Jeton Kelmendi    THE FIRST LADY OF THINKING “Be stupid, but learn how to be foolish Without being in the spotlight, Do not worry: you will …

THE FIRST LADY OF THINKING (WANITA PERTAMA BERFIKIR) – Poem by Jeton Kelmendi  / Translated into BAHASA MELAYU by Siti Ruqaiyah Hashim

“The Corner House” and other poems by Victoria Kennefick

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(I don’t know how to spell) Meningioma

 
I float down icy corridors.
My face slips, blurs on skirting boards.
Plastic tiles suck my shoes.
 
In the GA Ward,
the flickering mouth of television
hisses at blankness.
 
An igloo of brains, snow blocks on pillows;
my eyes cast out to look for you.
The German lady asks me for water.
 
She’s never seen you here, she says.
She’s got a tumour, a hail stone in her head,
frozen on an x-ray in the hall.
 
In the waiting room, sweat sneaks out my armpits,
from behind bare knees, freezes like a smile.
Sun flaunts its limbs along the wall –
 
my body perves to lie with it, the mad yellow.
You do not come; I go out double-doors –
anti-bacterial soap melts in my hands.
 
Sun gropes my body back to skin
in the hospital…

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