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Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Streets Of London – Part Thirty One

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St Michael’s Alley, EC3V

Midway down Cornhill on the right hand side as you walk from the Royal Exchange is to be found St Michael’s Alley which runs alongside St Michael’s church, more of which anon. The area between Cornhill and Lombard Street is a warren of little passageways and alleys and gives the sense of what London might have been like, without, of course, the stench, dirt and foul air.

One of my favourite watering holes, the Jamaica Wine House, or as the habitues of the financial district call it, the Jampot, is to be found here, charming workers and tourists alike with its wooden interiors, high ceilings and rather abrupt service. It gets its name, alas, from its association with the slave trade in the Caribbean and the current building is newer than you would think, only dating back to 1869.

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Of principal interest is a blue plaque on the exterior of the wall of the pub – so keen was I to get my hands on its foaming Kentish brews that it escaped my notice until recently – proclaiming “Here stood the first London Coffee House at the sign of the Pasqua Rosee’s Head 1652”.

Pasqua Rosee was a servant of an importer of goods, including coffee, one Daniel Edwards. There are two versions of how the coffee house was established. One was that Rosee fell out with Edwards and set up his own business. The other, more likely I would have thought, was that Edwards used to entertain guests to his house with the exotic caffeine based brew and realised the commercial possibilities that existed in selling it. So Edwards helped Rosee set up what was in reality a wooden shack, adjacent to the church, a landmark that was visible across all of what was the then city.

The sign gracing the establishment showed Rosee in profile, resplendent in turban and with a twirly moustache and so memorable was this image that it became the default sign for other coffee houses. There is some confusion over the name of Rosee’s gaff with some records calling it the Turk’s Head and others, a version adopted by the manufacturers of the blue plaque, The Sign of Pasqua Rosee’s Head.

Rosee issued printed advertisements extolling the virtues of the coffee drink and claiming that he was the first to make and sell the drink in England. This claim was erroneous, the honour of establishing the first coffee house actually fell to a Jewish chap called Jacob who opened the Angel in Oxford a year earlier, in 1651.

Notwithstanding that, Rosee’s coffee house became extraordinarily popular as a meeting place and a venue for conversation and business and spawned many rival establishments. Presumably buoyed by his success – shortly after opening he was selling around 600 coffees a day – Rosee planned to move his business to a more permanent establishment on Cornhill adjacent to Newman’s Court. Whether he succeeded in doing this or not is unclear and Rosee disappears from the records around 1658. His own ability to profit from the coffee craze that he had created was tragically short-lived. By 1663 there were 82 coffee houses in London and by 1675 around 1,000, selling what detractors called “a liquid resembling syrup of soot and essence of old shoes”.

Ironically, Rosee’s intended second venue is now a Starbuck’s; the chain also runs a coffee shop at the house he used to live in with Edwards at 38, Walbrook.

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Excuse Of The Week

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One of the few joys of regular commuting was marvelling at the ingenuity that had gone into constructing the excuse to explain the cancellation of your train. As well as the wrong type of snow or leaves on the line my favourite always was due to essential emergency improvement work. But I have never come across “The next train to London has been cancelled because its wheels are too light”.

This autumn has been a particularly bad time for commuting from East Anglia to London, I’m told. Up to two trains a day have had to be taken out of service a day because their wheels are too light to mulch the leaves on the track. The leaves lodged in the wheels often cause skids or sliding, damaging the track by rail burn and creating flat sections on the wheels, which then have to be removed and repaired, taking the train out of commission.

What’s it to be – heavier wheels, chop the trees down or grin and bear it? It’s hell being a commuter!

Murmur Of The Week

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There is no finer sight at this time of the year to my mind than a murmuration of starlings, the great black cloud of birds flying in formation, swirling and diving against the backdrop of a greying sky and the skeletal leafless trees. Who needs the Red Arrows when you have nature’s own formation flyers on your doorstep?

Samuel Coleridge shared my fascination for these murmurations – “starlings on a vast flight drove along like smoke, mist, or anything misty without volition – now in a circular area inclined in an Arc – now a Globe – now from complete Orb into an Elipse and Oblong …

Sadly, though, those under the flight path of the starlings and, more importantly, near where they roost take a different view, particularly the Romans who have decided to take action against the migrating starlings in their trees. The problem, you see, is shit – the starling droppings are so thick on the streets that they are causing an ‘Elf and Safety issue.

The beleaguered authorities are to deploy five Texan falcons to scare the starlings away but it is hard to think what they could do against so many birds. If nothing else, the Romans will see many more murmurations as the formations they adopt are a defence mechanism against predators.

An alternative approach to the problem is to play recordings of starling distress calls over a loudspeaker system. The implementation of this solution has been delayed because companies are still submitting their bids for the contract.

Mamma mia, why don’t they forsake their Prada shoes for once and enjoy nature?

All Change – Part Six

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Continuing our series on words which have changed meaning over the centuries.

I suffer from heartburn, pretty unpleasant it is too and, I’m told, the sharp pain that I experience in the chest area from time to time is the result of acid reflux, probably if truth be told, testimony to my poor lifestyle. Nowadays we pretty much use heartburn to describe this medical condition but the first usage of the word was in the context of feelings and emotions associated with the heart such as jealousy and hatred.

Having broadcast my medical problem to the world at large, let’s look at that word. Today it is almost exclusively associated with communications. We talk about radio and television broadcasts where the word is used as a noun and as a verb it denotes the act of communicating stuff, usually words, images and sounds, to a wide constituency. Inevitably this is a relatively recent usage of the word as TV and radio are creatures of the 20th century. In the 18th century broadcast was used to describe scattering seeds in a wide arc. You can understand how the sense was hi-jacked by the nascent broadcasting world two hundred years later.

The adjective nervous has had an interesting history. If you were called nervous in the 15th century then you would be quite pleased because it meant you were sinewy and vigorous. However, by the early 18th century you would be less pleased because it meant you were suffering some form of disorder to the nervous system and by the end of that century it was a commonly used euphemism for the mentally ill. So widespread was its usage in this context that the medics used the term neurological to describe a form of nervous disorder. When in these more politically correct and sympathetic times we use the adjective we normally use it to indicate that someone is timid or easily agitated.

Similarly, being described as a bully is not normally something you would aspire to. After all, someone so tagged is seen as using their strength, power or influence to harm or intimidate their weaker brethren. But in the 16th century bully was used as a term of endearment for either sex. A hundred years later it was used to describe someone who was a bit of a show-off and it was only in the 18th century that it acquired its more pejorative meaning.

Careful is used to describe someone who is cautious and/or painstaking in what they do. Not always so though. The original meaning of the word was exactly what it said on the tin, someone who was full of cares and woe. Of course, exercising caution is a good way of ensuring that you are not full of woe, another example of a complete transition of original meaning.

Matrix is one of those words which seems to have been given a new lease of life by the cinematographic industry. As a noun it has various connotations but the principal concept is around an environment, whether cultural, social or political, in which something develops. In mathematical usage it describes a rectangular array of quantities of expressions in columns and rows which is treated as a single entity and manipulated according to certain rules. But, as the Latin scholars will know, its root is matrix which means a womb, where human and animal life develops.

If you are presented with something that reads or sounds complete rubbish – be gentle, dear reader! – you might utter the exclamation, balderdash, a term used originally to describe an unusual mix of drinks sich as beer and wine or milk and beer. Only in 1670 did it mean a senseless jumble of words and thence become a portmanteau to describe nonsense.

Forty Days And Forty Nights – Part Fifteen

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The great plague of Marseille – 1720 to 1722

In Western Europe this was the last major outbreak of the bubonic plague that had first appeared in the 14th century as the Black Death. The plague bacillus, Yersinia pestis, was carried to the French trading port on the Grand-Saint-Antoine which had set out from the Levantine port of Sidon, having previously called in at Smyrna, Tripoli and more fatally at the plague-ridden island of Cyprus.

A Turkish passenger died during the voyage and with several crew members falling ill, the ship was denied entry at Livorno and sailed on to Marseille, where it was promptly put into quarantine in a lazaret adjacent to the harbor. All might have been well had not commercial expediency overruled any public health considerations. The cargo on the benighted ship, quantities of silk and cotton, were needed by the city merchants for the great fair at Beaucaire and pressure was exerted by the powerful mercantile lobby on the health officials to lift the quarantine.

This they did and not unsurprisingly within days the plague broke out in the city. So rapid was the spread that hospitals were overwhelmed and the frantic citizens drove the sick from their homes and out of the city. This served only to allow the bacillus to spread into the surrounding countryside. Mass graves were dug but they proved insufficient to accommodate all the cadavers and soon thousands of bodies lay scattered and piled up in the streets.

The horse having well and truly bolted the French officials tried belatedly to shut the stable door by passing legislation in the Parlement of Aix imposing the death penalty on anyone in Marseille seeking to communicate with other parts of Provence and, presumably, vice versa. Judicial execution or death by bubonic plague – must have been a tough call.

A more enduring measure to seal off Marseille from the rest of the mainland was the construction of a dry stone wall two meters high and 70 centimeters thick with guard posts set back from it, known as the Mur de la Peste. Parts of it are extant.

The plague over the two-year period that it was at its most virulent accounted for 50,000 of Marseille’s 90,000 population with a further 50,000 dying in the outlying countryside areas.

Once normality prevailed the French authorities enhanced the plague defences of this vital port by building a new lazaret, Lazeret d’Arenc, which boasted a double line of fifteen foot walls around a new compound to which ingress and egress was only permissible from the waterfront. Entry to the lazaret was only permissible once crew and cargoes had passed a rigorous inspection on an island away from the harbor. Despite the appalling loss of life it only took just over forty years for Marseille’s population to reach its pre-plague level.

One interesting side note. An archaeological excavation in 1998 uncovered a mass grave of plague victims dating to 1722. The skull of a 15 year-old boy revealed that an autopsy had been performed on his body – the first known example of this procedure. It appears that the autopsy followed the methodology described in a medical text-book published fourteen years earlier.

A New Day Yesterday – Part Ten

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Well, the transition from pre-retiree to retiree has been completed. It is amazing the difference that a prefix can make. The relief of not having to trek up to London on a daily basis was heightened following the tragic events of vendredi treize. I was with many French nationals in Mauritius when the news broke and the sense of shock and anger was palpable.

Of course, those of us of a certain age have been there before. I was in a building that was rocked by the shock waves from the bomb that killed Airey Neave in 1979 and in the self-same building in 1991 over which the mortar fired from Horse Guards’ Parade travelled en route to Downing Street. Life has to go on otherwise the terrorists have won.

Irrespective of your political persuasion the protection of national security is a prime, if not the prime, responsibility of national government. The timing of George Osborne’s plans (hastily overturned – but then aren’t they always?) to reduce the funding to police and security services and the absence of a credible elected opposition – we are reliant upon an unelected second chamber to force sanity to prevail – shows what a parlous state of affairs we have sunk to.

We are told to run for it by our benighted government in the event of being caught up in a terror attack rather than to play dead. I’m not sure of the wisdom of this advice. Many incidents involving large death tolls have been caused by people fleeing in blind panic, whether it be at the Hajj or a football stadium. Whether this is sage advice or not, only time will tell and let’s hope none of us have to use it in practice. I can’t help thinking the spirit of Corporal Jones is wandering the corridors of Whitehall.

On a much more mundane level, the loss of a prefix to my status has already engendered a major change. My work clothes have moved from my main wardrobe to the secondary one and my leisure clothes now have pride of place. Shoes have had a similar switch round and I can’t help thinking I have too many black brogues and Oxfords to last a lifetime. There may be some bargains to be had amongst the charity shops that abound around Blogger Towers.

Regular readers will recall that I presented my prize pumpkin to the BoJ who duly carved it and decorated it and put it into the pumpkin competition at his nursery. And won making me a very proud gandrad, as he calls me! He has already asked me to grow another one next year. The pressure is on! Thank goodness I have my gins to fll back on.

The collection grows. The latest additions are Caorunn, pronounced ka-roon – a Scottish gin which comes in a delightful pentagonal shaped bottle, is distilled in Speyside using Scottish waters and has a very crisp and dry flavour – and the slightly sweeter Plymouth Gin in a distinctive green tinged bottle, distilled in a copper Victorian still at the Black Friars Distillery in the Devonian city, bought for me by TOWT to celebrate the loss of my prefix.

Absinthe has fuelled many a masterpiece. We will see what premium gin will do!

There Ain’t ‘Alf Some Clever Bastards – Part Forty Six

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Douglas Engelbart (1925 – 2013)

The computer mouse – now there’s, a handy little gadget which when plugged into the laptop allows the user, particularly one with poor manual dexterity and/or fingers like tree trunks, to navigate around the screen with ease. The man who developed this simple but ingenious gadget is the latest inductee to our illustrious Hall of Fame, American scientist Douglas Engelbart.

Engelbart, then a Director at the Stanford Research Institute, was working on a project aimed at augmenting the human intellect, was pioneering the use of graphical user interface and was looking for a way to enable the user to more easily interact with the information being displayed on the screen. The first prototype of what we would call today a mouse was developed in 1964. It had a cord at the front – it was later moved to the rear of the device to get it out of the way – and was a simple mechanical device with two perpendicularly mounted discs on the bottom. By tilting the or rocking the mouse you could draw perfectly straight vertical and horizontal lines on the screen.

On behalf of the Research Institute Engelbart applied for a patent for what was a wooden shell with two metal wheels or in the language of the patent application “an X-Y position indicator for a display system. The patent was granted in 1970 and the gadget went by the name of a mouse because of its relatively small body and long tail, the cord coming out of the back. Interestingly, Engelbart was not able to apply for patents for his early versions of windows and GUI because at the time software was not thought to be capable of being patented.

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Interestingly, in 1967 Engelbart experimented with a mouse that was controlled by the foot on the basis that the knee offered better control at slight movements in all directions and in tests it outperformed hand-controlled mice by a small margin. But the knee-trembler was dropped and the prototype of the advanced computer technologies which Engelbart and his team demonstrated on December 9th 1968 featured a nand-controlled mouse. Some of the other technologies on display included video-conferencing, teleconferencing, email, hypertext, word processing, hypermedia, object addressing, dunamic file linking, bootstrapping and a real-time editor – all the bi8ts and pieces within a PC we take for granted.

Perhaps because he was an academic and the mouse was viewed as just an adjunct to the greater project of grappling with assisting the human intellect, the commercial possibilities offered by the mouse were cheerfully ignored. The patent, in fact, seemed to pass through a couple of hands until it came to the attention of one Steve Jobs – yes, him. Never one to overlook a gift horse in the mouth Jobs set about streamlining the device and marketing it as an aid to facilitate the use of laptop devices.

When accused of stealing and ripping off the idea Jobs is supposed to have echoed Picasso’s famous quote, “Good artists copy, great artists steal” and told a journalist that the previous holders of the patent had no clue of the value of the patent at the time. Jobs went on to make his billions but the rewards that should have come Engelbart’s way eluded him, qualifying him for elevation to our role of honour. At least when the mouse took off Engelbart’s contribution was recognised, if not financially.

Douglas, for your development of the computer mouse for which you received not a bean, you are a worthy inductee into our Hall of Fame.

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Release The Bats

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The Birthday Party’s 1981 ditty entitled Release The Bats first alerted me to the glowering talent of Nick Cave, an artist whose career I have followed ever since. I used to think about the song when I was sitting at the pool bar sipping my sundown cocktail in Mauritius because at 18.05, right on cue, a procession of fruit bats would loom in from the horizon and settle in the palm trees above us.

They make an impressive spectacle in flight but there is nothing elegant or graceful in the way that they come into land. They crash into the trees and shuffle down the branches until they have found a comfortable spot and wait. We observed that there were far more bats around at the start of our holiday than we had seen on previous visits. By the end of our visit we were lucky to see a couple.

The bat in question is a Mauritian Fruit Bat and it appears that our visit to the Indian Ocean island coincided with a bit of a stushie between the government and conservationists. There was once three species of bat on the Mascerene islands but now the Mauritian Fruit bat (pteropus niger) and pteropus rodricensis which can be found on Rodrigues island are all that are left. The Mauritian bat is the only endemic mammal species on the island.

Our initial impressions were correct. There has been an increase in the island’s population, mainly caused by the absence of major cyclones on the island and an increase in the availability of their food stuffs. The clue to what they eat is in their name and their voracious appetite and increasing numbers has caused a serious threat to the livelihood of the island’s fruit farmers.

In late October and early November the Mauritian government started on a cull with the aim of reducing numbers by some 20% or 18,000. This has caused outrage amongst conservationists and a petition was got up with some 80,000 or so signing it. The protestors claim that the government’s assessment of bat population numbers were flawed and over-stated and that it is not just the bats that are eating the farmers’ crops but other fruit eating animals such as ring-necked parakeets, common mynah, red-whiskered bulbul and rats are eating their fair share. They claimed that if the cull went ahead then the bat’s very existence would be imperilled.

The bats’ supporters also point out that the animals are important pollinators and spread the fruit seeds – judging by the state of the palm leaves and the ground below this is indisputable – and that a mass cull would imbalance the natural eco-system.

So is culling a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Nature has a way of restoring order as Malthus observed in relation to human population. Employing netting or growing smaller trees might be alternative solutions. But governments, like governments around the world, like to be seen to be doing something and so the cull went ahead. And this is why we saw many more bats at the start of our holiday than at the end.

Shame really.

Error Of The Week

News has reached me that the organisers of the Standard Chartered Bangkok half marathon made what can only be described as a bit of a cock up.

Race officials responsible for pointing runners in the right direction sent them the wrong way, adding a further 6 kilometres to their race.

Even the doped up professional athletes could not record personal bests in such circumstances.

It is unbelievable how often this seems to happen, providing cynics like me the opportunity to guffaw and wonder how difficult it really can be to mark out a half marathon course.

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This will run and run.

Booze News

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One of my hobbies, as regular readers will know, is collecting, sampling and drinking premium gins. Having got into this in a big way I was somewhat mortified to learn the other week that one of the principal ingredients of the hooch, the juniper berry, is under attack. Bushes in Scotland and England have been spotted with the fungus, phytophthora austrocedrae, which attacks the roots and creates a lesion on the plants. Eventually it cuts through the bark of the bush (known as girdling) and kills it.

The fungus was first described scientifically in Argentina in 2007 but was probably there for a good half century. How it has hopped to the U.K is not clear but it may have spread as a result of infected plant material or contaminated soil.

Most UK gin manufacturers use berries from Eastern Europe which, so far, have been unaffected so I won’t have to stockpile my gins. But given the rapidity with which the fungus has spread from Argentina to Blighty, it might only be a matter of time.

If this wasn’t bad enough, another favourite tipple of mine, Belgian bottled beers, are also having a tough time. It is not disease this time but unusually warm night time temperatures which are disrupting the brewing process. The type of Belgian beer known as Lambic – the base for such delights as Geuze and Kriek – ferments spontaneously in wooden vats, producing a flat, sour liquid. Traditionally, the fermentation mixture was left to cool in the open so that it was infused naturally with the wild yeasts present in the air and ideally required temperatures of -3 to -8 celsius.

Warmer temperatures mean that the brewing period has been truncated, reducing supplies and imperilling their business model. Too much more of this will mean we will all be up the creek.

And then there is Guinness. I drink the stuff when there is nothing more attractive on offer but I find its taste not unpleasant. But after 256 years of production the company has announced that from some time in 2016 it will stop using fish bladders, known as isinglass, in their filters. Whilst most of the isinglass is filtered out during the brewing process, there are still traces of the fish bladders in the finished product. Whether this change will alter the taste at all only time will tell but, perhaps, the corporate sees some money to be made from capturing the vegetarian market.

All this is enough to turn you to booze. Cheers!