Quite some time ago, a visitor to the 1851 Great exhibition in Hyde Park bought a souvenir tobacco pipe, smoked it and headed east out of London where they threw it away. A long time ago, a Roman Londoner heading to Colchester stopped off along the way somewhere near Romford. An exceptionally long time ago, a group of people followed the migrating wildlife to what would become the north eastern section of the Thames, knapped some flint and set up camp. This past month, the Museum of London has followed suit and I’ve been popping up in East London too, bringing back the past to the people of Havering. Read the full post
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The story of London Tweed
So this is how the story goes. In 1826 a London merchant decides to buy some cloth from a weaver in Hawick, a town in the Scottish borders famous for its cloth production. Very happy with his order, he decides to get some more but – crucially – misreads the weaver’s dashed handwriting. Instead of ‘twill’ this Londoner reads ‘tweed’, and assumes this new cloth must take after the River Tweed which runs fast and clear through the textile areas of lower Scotland. ‘Tweed’ and not ’twill’ has been the term used ever since.
A few weeks ago I found myself surrounded by fascists. I was on my way to the West End when at Tower Hill station a large group of French-speaking men with assorted girlfriends and wives (I presume) entered my tube carriage.
Christina Broom: A pioneering photographer
It is almost a year now since I first laid eyes on an extraordinary private collection of photographs by Christina Broom.