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Pevsner goes into raptures over Holy Trinity, Rothwell, discussing it for three pages. It is a large church that used to be even larger, though no one seems sure quite how, and has a bone crypt that I shall have to visit it one day.
But the building I really wanted to see is not in the first edition of Pevsner at all. I had glimpsed it many times, as it faces side-on to a drive that leads off one of the main roads out of town. Perhaps that explains why Pevsner missed it. Stella & Rose's Books describes his methods:
during the Easter and Summer breaks, as this was the only time Pevsner could afford to take out from his other commitments, he would travel around the countryside in a car driven by his wife Karola. They would drive from dawn until dusk with Pevsner scribbling on a clipboard, then that same evening Pevsner would write the first draft.
Clearly, Karola took Fox Street, Rothwell, at to fast a lick for him to spot the town's Congregational Church.
That church is the right-hand building in the photograph above. Now a United Reformed Church, it dates from 1735 with later additions up to 1852. You can read a full description on British Listed Buildings, but it is clear that this church's real glory is its interior - it "has a simple facade but has a remarkable interior in a sophisticated classical style" says Wikipedia - so I shall have to go back.
But I was rather taken with the other building in the photo, which is a Sunday school that dates from late in the 19th century. It is essentially a red-brick industrial building - the rear, with its bricked-up windows, looks like a mill that has fallen on hard times - but it was given an ironstone frontage in a loosely defined Gothic to make it respectable enough to face the church.
The Cabinet Office has appointed a senior Whitehall communicator to a newly-created role as Nick Clegg's head of comms.
James Sorene, currently the Department of Health's head of news, will also act as the embattled Deputy Prime Minister's spokesman.
The role will involve working with Clegg's political spokesman James McGrory and chief of staff Lena Pietsch.
In September of last year I blogged about an Institute for Government report that suggested Nick needed more civil service support in his role as deputy prime minister.
Pete Hoskin writes on the Spectator's Coffee House blog:
If you ever needed a PMQs to brush away the last morsels of festive cheer, then this was it. Every question and answer came laced with some sideswipe or other, and it made for a scrappy exchange between the two party leaders. Both struck blows against each other, but both were also guilty of errors and mis-steps.
And that is about right.
David Cameron's inner Flashman broke free and he never looks half as appealing when that happens. One dig at Alan Johnson's lack of grasp of economic details would have been funnu, but there were four or five and it felt more like the bullying of one of Labour's more attractive figures.
I did like his put down of Angus Robertson though.
Someone who emailed The Daily Politics shares my view of Ed Miliband's performances on these occasions. He moves from subject to subject, claiming to have proved all sorts of things when few listening will have noticed any such thing. He is like an overconfident student who is confident precisely because he has failed to understand the subtlety of the questions he is tackling.
As I once wrote, the widespread view of Miliband 2 is that he resembles a bright sixth former, but on occasion he can be more like that sixth-former's ink-stained younger brother.
And there was not even a question from a Lib Dem backbencher to cheer us up.
They are fond of their water towers in Northamptonshire. Every town seems to have one standing above it as you approach by road.
This is Rothwell's tower, complete with bungalows clustered around its skirts.
Geograph comments: "The most prominent site for some miles around, probably only still standing as a useful income generator for Anglian Water - a mobile phone mast." But they didn't have such a nice day for it.
"It is clear that for organisations like the Met police money has been no object on cases like these. The fact that those they were pursuing were generally well meaning people (whether you think they are misguided or not) - who provided no threat of violence - let alone terrorism showed a wasteful lack of prioritisation. One might say the Met had more money than sense," says Living on Words Alone, commenting of the PC Mark Kennedy affair.
Which makes it interesting that Amelia's Magazine, which is written by one of the 114 activists arrested in Nottingham, recalls: "For seven years Mark “Flash” Stone (so called because he always seemed to have lots of cash) was a familiar face on the activist circuit." "Mark Stone" was, of course. the undercover identity adopted by PC Kennedy.
Dr Rupert Whitaker hopes that a reformed libel law will make it easy for patients to review clinicians' competence.
Community open spaces cannot be made, they must evolve, argues Simon Beard on the ResPublica blog.
Londonist nominates the city's top 10 tunnels and catacombs.
"On the face of it, it looks as though Labour have it in the bag," says Anthony Wells on UK Polling Report. But he goes on to enter some caveats:
Firstly this poll itself has the potential to change the result. By demonstrating to supporters of the coalition that the Liberal Democrats the best placed to beat Labour, it could encourage Conservative tactical voting for the Liberal Democrats. Against that is that the Populus data suggests there is already a substantial amount of Conservative tactical voting for the Lib Dems, and there would need to be truly massive tactical voting to make up the large Labour lead.
Secondly, there were a substantial amount of former Conservatives and Liberal Democrats who said don’t know or refused to give a voting intention. Overall, 24% of 2010 Tory voters did not provide a voting intention to Populus, a third of 2010 Lib Dem voters did not. ICM found a very similar pattern. While these voters have the potential to make a difference, remember they are already factored into ICM and Populus’s topline figures, as they assume a proportion of them will vote for the party they did last time (in the case of Populus it reduced the Labour lead from 19 points to 17 points).
Finally I wanted to look a the record of by-election polls, which has the reputation of being somewhat patchy.
He goes on to examine that record in by-elections held during the last parliament.
Incidentally, Anthony also says:
We don’t have detailled tables from Survation, the third company to produce a poll for Oldham East and Saddleworth, so we can’t draw any firm conclusions about why their poll showed the Lib Dems doing much better.
John Barleycorn Must Die is the Traffic album that almost never was but which is now commonly regarded as their definitive work. By 1970, still only 22, Steve Winwood had already served time at the heart of The Spencer Davis Group, as a founder member of Traffic album, and with the supergroup Blind Faith. What started out as Steve Winwood’s solo debut, originally to be called Mad Shadows (a title later filched by Mott The Hoople), John Barleycorn Must Die became Traffic's third and most fully realised studio album.
Originally a project where Steve Winwood planned to play every instrument himself, he began recording in the Autumn of 1969. Then, after taking time out in January 1970 to participate in Ginger Baker’s Airforce, Winwood returned to his solo album in February. The next piece to be committed to tape was ‘Glad‘, a jazz influenced instrumental based upon a piano part that Winwood had been toying with for some time. With the input of Jim Capaldi’s drumming and Chris Wood’s saxophone, the piece took upon a new lease of life. “It was obvious to all of us that we should really give Traffic another go,” said Winwood soon after. John Barleycorn Must Die was the album that Traffic had always threatened to make and where they truly fulfilled their promise. It was released in July 1970 and was a Top Five album in America, easily their most successful album there, reaching No. 11 in the UK.
In support of the album, Traffic toured America where their shows at the Fillmore East, New York, on November 18th and 19th were taped. A scheduled Live -November 70 album, mixed down from the Fillmore East, was never released. These much bootlegged recordings are now officially released for the first time on Disc Two of this new deluxe edition of John Barleycorn along with alternate takes of ‘John Barleycorn Must Die‘, ‘Stranger To Himself’ and ‘Every Mother‘s Son‘.
Two songs from the LP have featured here as Sunday music videos:
Liberal England used to have an unofficial proofreader in the shape of Helen Elsom from Cambridge. She was a regular commenter and also took the time to point out my more egregious typographical errors. See this post on Chris Huhne for an example.
Helen died in the autumn of 2009 and I have recently come across an obituary of her by David Howarth in the Cambridge University staff newsletter at the end of that year.
David wrote:
Dr Helen Elsom, who died on 17 September aged only 52, was a pioneering classical scholar who moved from academia into hi-tech industry while pursuing a parallel career as a music critic.
Dr Elsom came to King’s College from the East End of London. She obtained first class honours in Classics in 1979, completing her PhD on the Roman novelist Apuleius in 1985, having also gained an MA from Princeton University in comparative literature.
From 1984 to 1987 Dr Elsom held a Research Fellowship at Clare College, before embarking again for the United States to take up an assistant professorship in classics at Cornell University.
Dr Elsom was one of a small group of British women classicists who sought in the 1980s and 1990s to bring feminist thinking to bear on classics and put the study of women in antiquity at the centre of the subject.
She also wrote a superb study of the relationship between the New Testament and Greco-Roman literature.
The early 1990s were, however, a very difficult time in academia, especially in the humanities. Undeterred, Dr Elsom defied the supposed gulf between the humanities and the sciences by launching herself into a new career as a technical writer in hi-tech industry, in which role she eventually returned to Cambridge.
Of very wide cultural interests, she wrote extensively on music, taking a particular interest in Handel’s operas. Her reviews - always both sharp and measured - appeared mainly online, where they achieved a wide following.
She was also involved in politics as a staunch Liberal.
Helen will be missed mainly, however, as a loyal friend whose pointed insights into people and events, often expressed with acerbic wit, were tempered by great kindness.
The days just fly past. Another week at Bonkers Hall draws to a close.
Sunday
On returning from Divine Service at St Asquith’s, I glance at yesterday’s post. It is just as I thought: the mobile telephone company does not know what it is doing. The bill is far too high!
These people would do well not to underestimate me, for I was the first person in Rutland to have a telephone (it never rang, because no one else had one, but you take my point).
I remember "Sorrow" from David Bowie's version of the song on his LP Pin Ups. Released as a single in 1973, it reached number 3 in the UK singles chart.
Bowie used much the same arrangement as this Merseys version of the song, which has been a hit seven years previously. That was, in turn, a cover of a B side by the American group The McCoys, but the Merseys' version, featuring a bowed bass played by Jack Bruce (according to Wikipedia), is far more interesting.
More about The Merseys (and their earlier incarnation as The Merseybeats) on the official website.
Are Newcastle the new Liverpool? I asked in a post two years ago - written in a scuzzy internet cafe in the Victoria district of London, if I recall rightly.
The answer this weekend is pretty clearly yes. Ray Hodgson has been sacked for not challenging for the Premiership, even though he inherited a team and squad that are manifestly not up to the task. Now Kenny Dagleish has been called upon in the hope that he can recapture past glories. Maybe he will revitalise things, but I seem to recall Kevin Keegan returning to manage Newcastle with similar hopes.
It is not often that I settle down to watch a Manchester United game hoping that they will win, but I would not be sorry to see Liverpool lose today.
There was a little of this irrational sense of entitlement to success about Australian cricket this winter too. Before the series started Australian players and pundits were unanimous in the view that, though there team stood fourth in the world rankings, they were "much better than that". Now they are lucky to be fifth.
I also seem to recall an Australian saying that they were "unlucky" that England's catching was so good. The whole point is that this England team has given up trusting to luck.
The penultimate day of our week with Rutland's most celebrated fictional peer.
Saturday
That unexpected sojourn on the island did at least solve the mystery of how Evan Harris has been getting on. After his sad defeat at the last election, he asked me if I knew of somewhere quiet where he could conduct his experiments. As the triumphal arch I had erected on the Bonkers Hall Estate built to commemorate Mark Bonham-Carter’s victory in the Great Torrington by-election is currently undergoing renovation, I pointed him towards Rutland Water.
While there with my fellow Liberal Democrat parliamentarians, I came across the Good Doctor and he proudly showed us the tower he had built in which to conduct his experiments in search of the “Liberal gene”. I did not like the sound of this so, after we had been rescued, I had a word with the villagers of the shore. I expect they rowed out with pitchforks and flaming brands the very next day.
Eighteen months ago I visited Sir Thomas Tresham's Triangular Lodge at Rushton in Northamptonshire.
Today I was a couple of miles away at Rothwell, where another of his symbolic buildings can be found beside the old market square.
The best account I can find of its history is in Glenn Foard & Jenny Ballinger's survey of Rothwell from 2000:
An agreement was drawn up for certain buildings at Rothwell Cross 'to be executed to the plot’ drawn by the mason William Grumbold of Weldon. The leasing of extensive properties in Rothwell by the Tresham family, who had their mansion at the nearby Rushton, is a good example of a wealthy landowner taking control of and promoting his local town, as had been the origin of many of the county’s market towns and villages in the medieval period and would be repeated by the Hatton family at Weldon in the 17th century.
The building was started shortly after 1587 but, as with Tresham’s Lyveden New Beild, the market house was never completed and it still lay as a ruined state in 1719 when drawn by Tillemans. In the late 19th century it is recorded that the main use of the ruined building had for a long time been primarily as a lock up, while the stocks and whipping post had stood immediately adjacent.
A subscription amongst the gentlemen of the county raised money to repair the dilapidated building in 1827, the remaining money being used to present an engraving of the building for inclusion in Baker’s ‘History and Antiquities of Northamptonshire’. It was not however until 1895 that the market house was finally roofed over, by J. A. Gotch.
And well done to William Grumbold of Weldon, who wins Name of the Day posthumously.
This morning's Guardian marked England's Ashes victory in suitable style. It included an 12-page supplement with photographs, averages, all five scorecards and some good articles - the one by Mike Selvey is a good example.
But their columnist Barney Ronay, writing in the main sports section, was not equal to the occasion:
"Alastair Cook is precisely the type of English cricketer that Australians dislike … He's so proper. So English," Sydney's Daily Telegraph opined this week, launching not so much a backlash as the continuation of an ongoing and perennial front-lash.
We shouldn't be surprised at this. For a start it's true: Cook is proper and English. In his resplendent indolence he resembles a groovily skinny-jeaned minor royal cousin. But mainly it isn't surprising because of one inescapable fact: there has never been an England team in any sport that has managed to be both successful and popular.
I suspect that Ronay knows his job and that this cringing, self-hating reaction to success goes down pretty well with Guardian readers. But it is an aspect of the left in general, and his newspaper in particular, that I find increasingly unattractive.
And, more importantly, the who column is misconceived because I cannot think of any national team that has been both succesful and popular.
Take football. The two teams I remember everyone loving are the Dutch side of the 1970s and the Brazil side of the 1980s, and neither managed to win the World Cup. It was only when the Brailians became more canny and less entertaining that they started to win it again. And has Spain showed last time, the secret is to do just enough to win each round.
In rugby union England did not win many friends when they won the World Cup in 2005, but that was in part because the team was a little past its best and chose to narrow its tactical approach as a result. A year or two before that they were playing beautiful rugby. Equally, though the All Blacks have the endearing habit of failing to win this cup, their invincibility between tournaments is built upon their ability to do the basics ruthlessly well over and over again.
And, for all the vaguely racist talk of "calypso cricket" the West Indians who dominated the 1980s were just about the most ruthless team in world sport. The Australians who succeeded them were much the same. Shane Warne was a romantic figure, but he owed much to the presence of Roundhead seamers at the other end as the 2005 series proved.
So successful teams are rarely popular - that is just a fact about sport. And Ronay should take that "Please Kick Me" sign off his back, however much it ingratiates him with his readers.
This was topical satire a few weeks ago, you know.
Friday
I spend the day phoning up to vote for Lembit to be buried alive with deadly scorpions, but they put some ghastly woman who keeps fainting on the screen instead.
David Boyle was taught by Christopher Jefferies, whom the tabloids originally made chief suspect in the murder of Joanna Yeates. On The Real Blog he writes: "As the days wore on, and he remained in custody, and the column inches grew, I came believe that those civilised values were under attack, maybe not so much by the police – I don’t know what was going on in their investigation – but by the rest of society, and by my own profession."
Britain-Votes looks at the polarisation and regionalisation of British politics: "If it were not for the Coalition, David Cameron would have only one MP in Scotland, and therefore Scots would rightfully question the legitimacy of their policies. Similarly a government featuring Labour would suffer legitimacy issues in England, where the Tories won a majority."
I wrote my Masters dissertation about Richard Jefferies. Nick Barlow at What You Can Get Away With has been reading him too.
Stephen Tall haz cute kittenz pics - that's Mia above.
Talking of photographs, Railway Eye has an extraordinary one of the icicles at the mouth of Willersley Tunnel near Matlock Bath on Christmas Day.
I am not holding a party with champagne and Tizer as I did for our last victory. In these days of austerity it behoves one to set an example - besides, have you seen the price of Tizer these days?
The wireless is warming up, I am wearing my MCC tie and Gentlemen of Rutland blazer and, so as not to be entirely alone, I have an inflatable E.W. Swanton in the chair opposite me.
Sláinte (as they say at Brig o'Dread).
22:45 The Uppingham tones of Jonathan Agnew reach me through the ether.
22:50 It is raining in Sydney. Typical low Aussie trick.
22:54 It is raining but the sun is shining - clear evidence of trickery of some sort.
22:58 While we are waiting for play to start, let us enjoy a short film...
23:02 Paul Collingwood leads England out in the sun.
23:04 The strains of Jerusalem reach me over the airwaves as Anderson opens the bowling. I seem to have something in my eye.
23:07 Anderson completes a maiden and its Tremlett to open the bowling from the Clive James end.
23:10 Meadowcroft has joined me to play Land of Hope and Glory on the clarinet. I turn down my ear trumpet.
23:12 Does anyone have Des Wilson's phone number?
23:14 It's 10 minutes now and we haven't taken a wicket. What has happened to us?
23:15 If they hold out much longer I would favour taking hostages.
23:20 It has been suggested to me that Des Wilson comes from New Zealand. No matter: deep down these fellows are all the same.
23:24 Far away in the Rutland night, a wolf howls.
23:25 Going off for rain!
23:28 I once made a fifty against Jacques Cousteau Undersea XI. We didn't worry about rain then. The Aussies should get their flippers on and go out an lose like gentlemen.
23:35 Nanny says it is long past my bedtime.
23:38 The covers are coming off. They will not escape us.
23:44 And now it is raining again! I think I shall have a doze until play starts. Meadowcroft is already snoring.
00:05 I wasn't asleep, I was just resting my eyes. And we have play again.
00:09 Swann coming on from the Olivia Newton-John end. Good move.
00:17 It's a bit like waiting for the result of a by-election when the Acting Returning Officer is a stickler for procedure. But do not lose heart. England will win.
00:19 I think my inflatable E.W. Swanton has a slow puncture.
00:26 Syd Little out! c Anderson b Swann.
00:28 I permit myself a snootful of Auld Johnston, that most prized of Highland malts.
00:30 The Hilfenhaus School of Architecture was all the rage in the 1930s, but I never cared for it myself.
00:34 We are taking the second new ball. Up the snoot, Christopher!
00:36 In fact my inflatable E.W. Swanton is perfectly well. It is Meadowcroft who has the slow puncture.
00:39 An LBW shout, but the umpire is implacable.
00:40 Meadowcroft has gone off to his potting shed in anticipation of the shipping forecast... missing Hilfenhaus getting caught behind!
00:42 Our two previous innings victories took place during the shipping forecast. Can we make it a hat trick?
00:43 Sir Geoffrey Boycott is advancing the thesis that tailenders do not like it up them.
00:47 Beer on strike. This could be it!
00:49 Then again...
00:50 Anderson has hit Smith in the midriff. There is nothing at all funny about that. And now he has his 50.
00:54 Australia are hanging on grimly, but just one wicket is needed.
00:56 Beer Bowled!
England complete a third innings victory during the shipping forecast!