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Dr Salter’s Daydream

Dr Salters Daydream in Bermondsey

By lunchtime yesterday I felt in need of a break from staring at the computer screen, so decided to go for a little stroll. The clouds threatened rain, but it didn’t materialise - just as well, as my little stroll turned into a six mile walk! I headed east from London Bridge station and followed the river until the Rotherhithe tunnel, at which point I planned to catch a bus home. I didn’t have any luck finding a bus, and in the end I walked home from there.

Anyway, along the way I happened upon Dr. Salter’s Daydream, a sculpture to commemorate local doctor, politician, reformer and peace campaigner Dr. Alfred Salter. I don’t think I’d ever heard of him before, but he sounds like quite a remarkable man - among his achievements was setting up a community health centre 20 years before the National Health Service was founded. (more…)

Terrorism doesn’t strike in East Dulwich

I was intending to do a bit of almost-live blogging about this breaking news yesterday, but unfortunately my broadband went down about 5.30pm and has only just returned, albeit in a rather unreliable state (expect a rant about Virgin Media shortly). So, 21 hours late…

High drama in East Dulwich this yesterday afternoon, as a suspect device was discovered at the police station on Lordship Lane. The ‘Lane was closed at about 4.30pm from the Bishop pub up to the police station as specialist officers prodded it with sticks carried out a detailed examination. (more…)

‘Farting’ Lane Sewer Lamp

Webb Patent Sewer Gas Lamp in LondonWebb Patent Sewer Gas Lamp in Carting Lane

I was in Covent Garden the other day and decided to take a little detour across the Strand to Carting Lane, which is home to London’s only remaining sewer lamp. The Webb Patent Sewer Gas Lamp was invented in the late 19th century, primarily as a means to burn off smells from the sewers running underneath. (more…)

05.06.2008 | 1 comment | Posted in Fun Diversions | Tags: , , ,

I see dead people - a visit to Nunhead Cemetery

The mini-heatwave London’s currently experiencing (the warmest start to May for 200 years apparently) has provided me with a good excuse to down-tools and potter off to explore one of south London’s hidden gems, Nunhead Cemetery. It’s been a good few years since I was last there, and I’d forgotten just how impressive it is. So, in a change from the norm, I’ll do my Blue Badge bit and give a brief of the history of the place….

By the first half of the 19th century, London was faced with the problem of overcrowded and unsanitary graves.

Grave digger’s would dig up partially decomposed corpses to make room for new interments.

The rich of the times would strive to be buried either in the church itself or in brick lined graves in the churchyard which would offer some security against being disturbed.

Evidence of this dire situation can still be seen today in the way that many churches appear to be sitting in a ground depression, but in reality it’s the level of the surrounding graveyard that has risen due to the vast number of burials.

The authorities decided the solution was a series of seven large commercial cemeteries around the outskirts of the city - known as the Magnificent Seven - of which Nunhead is the second largest.

Nunhead Cemetery was opened in 1840, but by the middle of the last century the cemetery was nearly full, and so was abandoned by the United Cemetery Company. This neglect led to the cemetery gradually changing from lawn to meadow and eventually to woodland. It is now a Local Nature Reserve and Site of Metropolitan Importance for wildlife, populated with songbirds, woodpeckers and tawny owls (and of course the obligatory south London parakeets).

Avenue of trees at Nunhead Cemetery The Anglican Chapel Headstones at Nunhead Cemetery

Entering the walled cemetery through the main north gate, one is faced with an impressive lime-lined avenue leading up to the imposing Chapel. However, apart from a small tended area by the south gate, the rest of the 52 acre cemetery largely consists of lanes and pathways through overgrown woodland of ash, sycamore and oak.

Monument in the cemetery Statue of an angel praying Carving of ivy on a headstone

The Victorians, following the example of Queen Victoria, certainly liked to make a statement when it came to death, and at every turn there are ornate headstones, columns and monuments, full of symbolism. Peering through the trees one can see angelic statues peeking out above masses of parsley, rows of wonky, ivy-covered headstones, and gothic tombs fighting a losing battle with tree roots.

Carving of a bird Gravestone Headstones

It’s a wonderfully tranquil place to explore, with only the occassional dog-walker for company (it’s almost like being in the country - passing strangers actually say hello!). Wandering off the main paths though, even on a hot, sunny afternoon the place can feel rather like a setting for a Hammer Horror film; one could easily imagine rounding a corner to find Peter Cushing breaking into a tomb, or perhaps Ingrid Pitt trying to lure one off the track with her heaving bosom (I should be so lucky).

Carving of an angel Statue hidden amongst undergrowth

Every so often the paths emerge into sunny clearings and grassy spaces, including an area for Muslim burials. At its highest point, the cemetery rises to 200 feet above sea level, and on the West Hill path there’s a spot where you can see across to St. Paul’s Cathederal through an opening in the trees.

The Friends of Nunhead Cemetery help maintain the cemetery, and their aim is to conserve what’s there, rather than to return it to its original state. They offer guided tours on the last Sunday of each month, and are holding an Open Day this Saturday, the 17th May. Unlike the more famous Highgate Cemetery, visitors are free to wander around (between 7am and 7pm in the summer months) seven days a week, without having to take a guided tour.

Nunhead Cemetery is about a 5-10 minute stroll from Peckham Rye Park, and even closer to Nunhead railway station. If you do pay a visit, there’s a map of the cemetery outside the gate, rather than on the notice board inside where you might expect to find it.

Elsewhere on the web, there’s a very good piece about Nunhead Cemetery at Nothing to See Here. You can also find quite a few photos of Nunhead Cemetery at Gothic London, and an interesting page on Victorian cemetery symbolism at Dark Destiny.

14.05.2008 | 2 comments | Posted in Fun Diversions | Tags: , ,

National Monument to the Women of World War II

I found myself strolling up Whitehall on Saturday, and couldn’t help but admire the National Monument to the Women of World War II. I don’t recall noticing it before - mind you, you could probably count the number of times I’ve walked along Whitehall since its dedication in 2005 on the fingers of a hand that’s been involved in a horrible farm machinery accident. (One thing I will say in favour of illegal and immoral wars - the protest marches provide one with a great opportunity to take in London’s streets and architecture, in between shuffling along, shouting “Down with this sort of thing!”).

National Monument to the Women of World War II

Anyway, the monument is a 22 feet high, 16 feet long bronze sculpture, designed to commemorate the role women played during the Second World War. 17 individual sets of clothing and uniforms - including those of farm and factory workers, the armed forces, hospital staff and the emergency services - ‘hanging up’ around the sides represent the hundreds of different jobs women undertook in the war and later gave back for the homecoming men. It struck me as a wonderfully effective bit of work and a great tribute.

The monument was created by sculptor John W Mills, whose other work includes the National Firefighters Memorial, and several anniversary coins for the Royal Mint.

Own up, who voted for BoJo the Clown?

Boris Johnson - 28 Days Later poster spoof

Oh noes

03.05.2008 | No comments yet | Posted in Badger Rants | Tags: , , ,

London elections - please stop Boris today

If you have a chance to vote in the election for the London mayor today, please, please stop Boris Johnson being elected. He may play the loveable buffoon, but the reality is that Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson is a hard-right Thatcherite, who:

  • despises anyone not of his class
  • was pro-Iraq war
  • was against the Kyoto treaty
  • is against the minimum wage
  • was fired as a journalist from The Times for making up quotes
  • will not back Ken Livingstone’s pledge to make 50 per cent of all new homes cheap enough for ordinary workers

He has expressed racist, sexist and homophobic opinions over the years, including such gems as:

Right, let’s go and look at some more piccaninnies.

Boris Johnson speaking to UN workers and their black driver in Uganda.

He liberated Iraq. It is good enough for me.

Boris Johnson on Bush

Whenever (he) appears on TV … I find a cheer rising irresistibly in my throat.

Boris Johnson on Bush

Gay marriage can only ever be a ludicrous parody of the real thing.

Boris Johnson on homosexuality

the most dangerous thing [on roads]

Boris Johnson on pedestrians

I’m down with the ethnics. You can’t out-ethnic me, Nihal

Boris Johnson speaking about race with Nihal Arthanayake, BBC Asian Network

In short, Boris Johnson is not fit to run/represent a city, and would be an absolute bloody nightmare for London.

Today’s Guardian has various Londoners, some of them slebs, imagining what it would be if Boris Johnson became mayor.

How to keep out Boris … whatever your politics

If you passionately want to keep Boris out

1st Choice Ken
2nd Choice Anyone except Boris

If you don’t like Ken, but want to keep Boris out at all costs

1st Choice Not Ken or Boris
2nd Choice Ken

If you’re still not sure who to vote for, the Vote Match site will tell you which candidate most closely matches your views. This is what it came up with for me:

London mayor similarity
London party similarity

I’ll be voting for Siân Berry (Green) as my first choice, and Ken as my second choice. As Ms Berry says,

I’m after every first preference vote I can get in this election, and pointing out wherever I can that there’s no risk of letting in Boris Johnson by putting me first and Ken Livingstone second. If you already support the Greens, or if you are fed up with Ken, but anxious not to turn our city over to the Tories, this is probably the ideal combination of votes.

I’m not a big fan of Ken any more and it pains me to vote for a New Labour candidate, but it’s the only way to stop Boris Johnson. (Interestingly, the Federation of Small Businesses has said that the Green Party manifesto is best for small businesses.)

As Chicken yoghurt says,

If Boris Johnson does get voted in on Thursday, a law should be passed immediately prohibiting Londoners from making jokes about George W Bush. Only fair, I think.

School’s out for Christmas!

Work’s been pretty hectic these last few months (actually the whole year’s been really busy), so it’s a relief to say “That’s it, no more work until 2007!”. As of 5.30pm today we’re officially on holiday, and will only be responding to client emergencies (our definition of emergencies, not theirs - crashed servers or compromised security qualify, but cosmetic changes to e-commerce sites or the inability to use a simple CMS do not).

I’m having a fairly low-key Christmas in London this year, so despite my good intentions, I’ll be surprised if boredom hasn’t driven me back to the computer by Boxing Day. Top of my list is getting the new design for World of Badger finished and live. I’ll probably try to catch up on a few other bits and pieces of work without the pressure of deadlines and client reviews too.

But for now my Chrimbo R&R kicks off properly tomorrow, when I’m meeting friends for an afternoon and evening of eating, drinking and being merry in central London.

The Sultan’s Elephant in London

Jesus, that’s really big! was my thought when I arrived to see the Sultan’s Elephant at Trafalgar Square at lunchtime today. Then, Jesus, and it’s sat down too!.

Unfortunately I turned up too late to see the elephant waking the girl up with a shower, then the little girl going for a stroll and letting kids swing on her arms, but I did watch the parade make its way up Haymarket and along Piccadilly.

Words and pictures can’t really do justice to the spectacle, but I’ll list a few fitting adjectives: awesome, engaging, magical, fun, lovely, enchanting, moving, incredible, surreal, wonderful.

The little girl being carried up Haymarket by the Sultan's Elephant Longer view of the little girl and elephant Elephant and girl looking very big Underside of elephant, showing men operating the hydrolics Elephant's eye and lovely eyelashes Sultan's Elephant and the little girl passing me on Piccadilly Elephant's backside

After taking a break to dry off, I caught up with them again at Horse Guard’s Parade, where the Elephant sprayed the crowd and the girl danced, before both settled down for the night.

Elephant sparaying the crowd as it arrives at Horse Guards Parade The little girl and elephant arriving at Horse Guards Parade The girl and elephant's eye The Sultan's Elephant and spaceship The little girl and elephant at Horse Guards Parade The little girl dancing to the music The little girl still dancing to the music The elephant chatting to the crowd The elephant's head The elephant spraying water at the crowd The elephant close up The elephant settling down for the night The little girl asleep in her deck chair

I’m going back for the final day tomorrow, and if you’re in London, you’d be mad not to do the same — Royal de Luxe’s show is like nothing you’ve ever seen (well, without ’shrooms or acid anyway).

Updated to add: I’d have liked to have gone into much more detail about the Sultan’s Elephant, but by the time I’d sorted out the photos, it was already Silly O’Clock in the morning and I was utterly knackered. I also meant to mention that the day ended on a sad note, when I learned that someone I was at school with had just died of brain cancer. We weren’t really friends as such — I don’t think I’d seen him for about ten years, and I had no idea he was ill — but it came as sad and shocking news nevertheless.

Back with some organic fun

I know my blog’s been looking a little unloved of late, so I’m determined to get back to the once-a-day+ posting of old. I was actually planning to post a long piece about my ordeal of building a new PC, but then the South East Asia earthquake happened, and my ordeal didn’t exactly seem much of an ordeal any more.

The same thing happened back in July; there I was, poised to post a big rant about the London bloody Olympics, when loads of people get blown to bits on the tube. In fact, in a year that’s felt more “the end of the world is nigh” than any I’ve lived through, it’s hard to find a day that’s not filled with horror, disaster, corruption or oppression. Sometimes blogging just seems so trivial and self-indulgent, and at other times the sheer number of stories to get angry or upset about is just too overwhelming.

Anyhow, for those of you in need of a good laugh in these dark times, I recommend watching Store Wars (requires Flash). Darth Tater… Chewbroccoli… Brilliant.

Oh, and on the subject of organic food, it’s about time I put in a little plug for Riverford Organic Vegetables delivery service. I’ve been getting my weekly fruit and veg delivered by them for a few months now, and it’s great. The food has so much more flavour, it’s cheaper than in Sainsbury, and it’s delivered to your door.

What I particularly like about it (apart from the fact it cuts out the evil supermarkets, and isn’t flown halfway around the world to be sprayed, sorted and packed) is that I often end up getting more interesting produce than I would normally buy. Thankfully they include a recipe each week which normally covers how to cook the more obscure vegetables (”OK, cook for 15 minutes, but which bit do I eat???”).

I’m also buying all my meat from the organic and free-range butcher up the road too. He’s only been open about a month, but seems to be thriving - with people literally queueing out of the door. Let’s hope the bird ‘flu doesn’t put an end to that. Oh dear, better stop before I get all dark again…

Crap Burglar

I was planning to have an early night tonight, but instead I find myself waiting for my next door neighbour’s living room window to be boarded up at 3am.

At about one o’clock this morning I heard some noise which I initially put down to my cat Patty playing. When I realised the noise was out in the street, I peered out from the living room window, but couldn’t see anything dodgy. A couple of minutes later there was a loud crash — clearly not feline-related — which made me race to find my keys and some trainers.

I opened the front door to find several police officers tending an injured man on the pavement right outside the gate, and my neighbour’s front window smashed in. (yes, you read that right, the Met actually responded quickly to a crime!)

It turned out that prior to trying to break in next door, the injured man had smashed a window in the street around the corner, hence the police’s quick response. Clearly rather drunk, the man had made a right pig’s ear of attempting to break into my neighbour’s, and ended up cutting his arm rather badly on the broken glass. Blood all over the place — over the window, the curtains, garden, front door and pavement.

Within a couple of minutes there were three police cars on the scene, plus two plain clothes officers, and a LAS Rapid Response Unit and ambulance to take care of Crap Burglar’s arterial bleeding.

I have to admit to being rather glad I wasn’t the first person on the scene; it would have felt a bit galling to have had to administer basic first aid to the man who’d just tried to smash his way into my neighbour’s place (and given Crap Burglar’s injuries, I’d have felt obliged to do so). Also, as burglar often = junkie, and junkie often = hepatitis, with all that blood I’d probably have spent five minutes rummaging around under the sink for a pair of Marigolds…

To make matters worse, my neighbour is on holiday at the moment, and I’ve been going in to feed her cat every day. Not exactly the sort of thing you want to find waiting for you when you get back from your hols, is it?

Anyway, once the ambulance had carted Crap Burglar off to the A&E at King’s, the cops said I’d have to wait for the Scene of Crime Officers (SOCO) to collect evidence before I could start washing the blood away (blood can be a bugger to get rid of, so I wanted to get the worst of it removed before it dried). Not entirely convinced it needed the specialist forensics team to figure it out: trail of blood leading from drunk bloke on pavement with a big gash in his arm to broken window… Hmmm.

Having watched a few episodes of CSI on TV I was a bit disappointed when the SOCO people didn’t turn up in a Hummer, all dressed in designer suits. They didn’t even have any hi-tech gadgets; in fact the three of them actually spent five minutes trying to figure out how to work their digital camera! Still, I like to think that when they return to their lab, with its sexy, low-key lighting, they’ll be piecing the whole incident together using a 3D computer animation at least.

Well, the blood’s been washed away, and the guy’s just finished boarding up the window, so it’s time for me to hit the hay.

Unseasonal coats and bloggers sans borders

I’ve just been reading David Mery’s account of his arrest on the tube. Not only was he arrested and placed in a cell, but some of his personal possessions were confiscated, his flat was searched, computer equipment and data were removed, and his fingerprints and DNA were taken (to be stored indefinitely). His crime? Carrying a rucksack and wearing a coat that was “too warm for the season”. Jesus. At least they didn’t execute him on the platform I suppose…

Elsewhere, Reporters Without Borders have put together a Handbook for Bloggers and Cyber-Dissidents (sadly in PDF format) containing info on:

how to to remain anonymous and to get round censorship, by choosing the most suitable method for each situation. It also explains how to set up and make the most of a blog, to publicise it (getting it picked up efficiently by search-engines) and to establish its credibility through observing basic ethical and journalistic principles.

Terrorists and the Scum

When the server suffered a disc failure at the weekend it wiped out all the posts I’d made following the bombings in London. Rather than try to recreate what I’d written, I’ll just add the two main links I’d mentioned:

The London News Review published A Letter To The Terrorists, From London which summed up a lot of people’s feelings on the tragic events.

Talk Politics featured an excellent response to the dangerously moronic editiorial in The Scum following the attacks.

12.07.2005 | 1 comment | Posted in Mish Mash of Gubbins | Tags: , ,

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