We’re now well and truly into September, the nights are drawing in and it’s starting to feel a little autumnal. As the French would say, it’s la rentree – that time of year forever associated with going back to school after the holidays.
So why not make the most of that back-to-school feeling by brushing up on your knowledge? Here are ten wonderful books about the Victorians, to ease you back in to historical studies! Continue reading →
Glastonbury festival has gradually moved from from hippy counter-culture to mainstream middle-class staple. The V&A now keeps an archive about Glastonbury, the final nail in the counter-culture coffin. Glastonbury is dead. Long live Glastonbury!
Me, rather under-dressed compared to Queen Victoria!
On Friday night I laced up my corset, slathered on the eyeliner, and went to a Gothic ball at London’s Guildhall with my friends.
The highlight of the evening was the incredible Leopold Aleksander, Victorian Strongman. Nothing impresses the ladies more than a gentleman who can crumple up a frying pan with his bare hands while retaining the perfect moustache. There was also some fabulous ghost-story telling, and a brilliant music-hall band provided us with a great selection of Victorian ditties such as ‘ooohhh my popsy wopsy!’ A ‘Death drawing’ class also provided a grisly alternative to the usual ‘life-drawing’ classes.
Squashed into a corner of postman’s park in the city of London is the rather forlorn ‘memorial to heroic self-sacrifice’. It consists of a wall of ceramic tiles, each one commemorating someone who gave their life to save others, hiding under a little roof like an upmarket bus shelter.
Memorial in commemoration of heroic self sacrifice