Monday, 28 May 2012
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I visited this area in 2010 and stayed in a room we fondly called the bunker. This was because we weren't used to sleeping in a room with iron doors and a blast shield on the window, but by all accounts it's standard in these parts when it comes to new buildings.
I remember seeing these green skips about. People filled them with rubbish and then burnt it all out. Quite a sight when they were going but also a real kicker for the environment. You can see all the crap in the background and that is actually one of many endearing memories of the trip.
If you turn around on the view you will see a wall covered in graffiti.
Saturday, 26 May 2012
Even Malinowski had trouble getting grant funding... www2.lse.ac.uk/library/archiv…
— Kristina Killgrove (@BoneGirlPhD) May 26, 2012
Saturday, 19 May 2012
A new years day diary entry, 1901, recalling relations with
Joseph Chamberlain, influential politician and father
of Neville Chamberlain,which began in 1882.
|Beatrice Webb, 1900|
"Then came the catastrophy of my life. At a London dinner party I met Joseph Chamberlain. At once, and I think on both sides, there arose the question of marriage. He was seeking a wife, attractive, docile and capable I was ripe for love: revelling in newly acquired health and freedom, my intelligence wide awake, my heart unclaimed.
[...]"In all this business of life I remained hardheaded and cold, using whatever feminine charms I possessed to further my intellectual ends. Sentimental relationships I had: but the sentiment was always on the other side! Possibly I owe this debt to Chamberlain. He absorbed the whole of my sexual feeling."(1)
Beatrice on Joseph
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