Thursday, March 07, 2019

Neville Masterman (1912-2019)

Neville Masterman was the son my favourite Edwardian Liberal Charles Masterman and his wife Lucy. He died earlier this year at the age of 106.

His son-in-law Richard Pepper has written an obituary of him for the Guardian.

Masterman lectured in English at a Hungarian university in the 1930s, returning to England in 1940. He passed through Paris just before the Germans arrived and later worked on Japanese codes at Bletchley Park.

After the war he lectured in history at Swansea until his retirement in 1978.

Martyn Shrewsbury posted his memories of Neville Masterman last month:
I remember Neville Masterman very clearly. He was my personal tutor in the Autumn term of 1977. Neville taught a course called the ‘Crisis of Liberalism” I was 19 at the time. I was an arrogant 19 year old who thought that he knew everything. Neville was very patient with me and told me I would think in many different ways by the time I was sixty. 
He told me of a certain Liberal MP warning the party against coalition with the Tories. Neville said that the words were “You will be used like plump cattle and then slaughtered”. I am sad that in his long life he saw that happen three times. I remember quoting these words to Peter Black in 2010. Peter laughed but Neville was right…
I wrote an article on Charles Masterman for Liberator in 2014.

Wednesday, March 06, 2019

Pagan London 5: A Bronze Age burial mound by London Bridge



There is a Bronze Age burial mound under One London Bridge, once Fenning's Wharf. Beneath the mound, the ashes of cremated children were found.

Tuesday, March 05, 2019

The Marquis of Queensbury, South Wigston, and Gertie Gitana



I was in South Wigston to but a new cooker - where else would one go? - and this building was across the road from the shop.

The Greater Wigston Historical Society tells us:
The Marquis of Queensbury, formerly known as the Duke of Clarence and the Gaiety, is a relatively large two storey structure of red brick under a pitched slate roof. Although now converted to apartments, the building was constructed as a hotel with ballroom at first floor. 
Despite the building's size and commanding presence, it sits well within the street scene. The building has been awarded a Blue Plaque by Wigston Civic and Historical Societies.
That plaque is in honour of the music hall artist Gertie Gitana.

That Wikipedia entry records other memorials:
In the early 1950s, Frederic Street in Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent, was renamed Gitana Street in her honour;the street leads to the rear of the Theatre Royal in Hanley and the public house now called 'The Stage Door' (at the corner of Gitana Street) was at one time called 'The Gertie Gitana' and it still has her portrait over the door. Her name continues at 'Gitana's', a public house in Hartshill Road, Stoke-on-Trent. 
Her London memorial — 'The Nellie Dean' at the corner of Dean Street in Soho (renamed thus in her honour) — at one time had a shrine of her stage memorabilia. In Cockney rhyming slang, Gertie Gitana means a banana.
Her grave is in Wigston cemetery and some recordings of her singing have made it on to YouTube. Try My Dear Marie.


Forget Brexit: What about the threat to Uppingham's only bank?


The group Uppingham First has lived up to its name in a letter to Theresa May.

It hasn't quite demanded she "puts Brexit on the sidelines to intervene before the last bricks and mortar bank in the town closes on April 26," as the Leicester Mercury says. But it has come close to it.

The paper quotes from the group's letter:
"This is a critical blow to the town’s economy, given that our post office building is already a busy place, does not have mobility impaired access and the nearest Barclays branch is a substantial car or bus journey away. 
"A financial transaction centre of some kind will, however, be vital to the town’s economy and future way of life. 
"We recognise and understand your preoccupation with Brexit and its implications for the country. However, the issue of vanishing small town banks is equally urgent."
It's all a bit Ealing Comedy, but the decline of banks in small towns is a problem.

There is, incidentally, still a branch of the Bank of Rutland in the village at the gates of Bonkers Hall, but I am not sure I can recommend using its cashpoint,

Channel 4 News on Arron Banks this evening


Millionaire Brexit backer Arron Banks eagerly pursued a multibillion-pound gold deal brought to him by a Russian oligarch with links to the Kremlin just months before the EU referendum, Channel 4 News can reveal.

Monday, March 04, 2019

Six of the Best 854

"After a year of navel-gazing about 'Registered Supporters' now our Leadership doesn’t even seem to have the energy to ask potential supporters to register with this party in particular." Alex Wilcock demands better of the Liberal Democrats.

Jane Dodds explains why the Welsh Lib Dems want to trial Universal Basic Income.

"It’s hard to find a hero in this story. It seems to me to illustrate in a small way the huge challenge at the heart of modern politics: how to fix complex problems in an accountable way with an increasingly broken system." Ed Maxfield on the closure of Norfolk's Children's Centres.

Who were Jack the Ripper's victims and what sort of lives did these women lead? Hallie Rubenhold presents five things you probably didn’t know about them.

Alexandra Alexa looks at Tolkien's illustrations for The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.

"As you are a first-time visitor we’ll head up through the mixture of deciduous woodland and onto the grass common of Whitcliffe with its wild-flower meadows where you have the best views over the old town with the Clee Hill in the background." Jude takes us for a walk around Ludlow.

Lib Dems pick Martin Sawyer as candidate for Northampton North



The Liberal Democrats in Northampton North have chosen Martin Sawyer as their prospective parliamentary candidate.

Back in 2010 the Lib Dems were less than 2500 votes behind the winning Tory in a three-way marginal. In 2017 we gor only 2.5 per cent of the vote.

I like Sawyer's plan for the site of the town's old Greyfriars bus station, which has been lying unused since demolition in 2015.
"My vision for Greyfriars is an urban park with canopies for buses if needed. I've seen something similar in Budapest. The green space would help the town with its air quality problems."
And it gives me an excuse for republishing this video of the demolition.

Government confirms electrification will reach Market Harborough


A Leicester Mercury story begins:
The electrification on the Midland Mainline will be extended into Leicestershire, the Government has confirmed. 
Transport ministers have said Network Rail has been instructed to draw up plans upgrade the rail route as far as Market Harborough.
Searching this blog, I find that I reported this news in June of last year.

My source was a comment to the Nottingham Post by Sir Peter Soulsby, the mayor of Leicester, after the publication of the invitation to tender to provide the service on this line.

So the campaign by Harborough's MP Neil O'Brien to have the wires reach the town may have been pushing at an open door all along.

Even when electrification was planned to stop at Kettering, there was to be a substation at Braybrooke, a couple of miles from here, where power lines cross the railway.

It's not clear if the we shall gain much from this decision, but the further north the wires go the better.

The Tories fought the last election promising to electrify the line all the way to Sheffield, even though a decision had already been taken to stop 100 miles south of there.

Write a guest post for Liberal England


I welcome guest posts on Liberal England.

As you can see from this list of the 10 most recent ones, I am happy to consider a wide range of subjects.

If you would like to write a guest post yourself, please send me an email so we can discuss your idea.

Sunday, March 03, 2019

Derby County vs Leeds United, 1 November 1975



Football in the 1970s. Maverick geniuses, muddy pitches and violence on and off the field.

Here you have Charlie George and Duncan McKenzie, though the lush grass at the Baseball Ground belies the reputation the stadium had.

And there is a fist fight between Francis Lee and Norman Hunter than turns into a free for all.

The confusion over the sendings off, incidentally, shows why red and yellow cards were introduced.

GUEST POST Joseph Merrick in the cigar factory

Joanne Vigor-Mungovin looks at an early episode in the life of Joseph Merrick ('The Elephant Man') and in so doing opens the shutters on the Dickensian conditions of working-class life in Leicester in that period.

At 13 years old Joseph Merrick left school, and just like many other children of his age, attempted to bring money into the home. He writes in his autobiography that nothing would "satisfy [my] step mother until she got me out to work". 

Many hard-working families were often up against intense household poverty. Emma (Joseph’s stepmother) came into the marriage with two young daughters, and Joseph Rockley (Joseph’s father) with two less-abled children.

Joseph like most children when he reached the school leaving age, he would have been expected to find employment and contribute to the family purse. Even basic additional household tasks such as fetching wood or water were effectively allowing for a higher standard of living. It must have also been very hard work for Emma, who has been described as the ‘Wicked step-mother of the East’, to have two extra children to look after. 

Marian, Joseph's little sister, who had been disabled from birth, may not have been able to work or even attend school. There is no record suggesting the type of disability she suffered from, only what has been written on the census record of 1881, which states ‘deformed from birth’.

Joseph found employment with Freeman’s cigar manufacturers on Lower Hill Street in Leicester a road which ran parallel to Lee Street, Joseph's birthplace. Making cigars was a fiddly business. Before Joseph could make and roll the cigars they were prepared by his work colleague, who would take the leaves one by one, fold them and strip off the stalks with very quick and dexterous movements. The leaves would then be laid out smoothly and handed to Joseph, who was the cigar maker. 

Joseph would be seated on a low stool in front of a low workbench which had three sides with raised edges. Joseph started by smoothing out the leaf in front of him and cut it into a long cigar shape, similar to the shape of the side of a hot air balloon. A few fragments of tobacco leaf were spread on the balloon-shaped leaf, consisting of various small cuttings, and then he would roll the leaf to form the cigar and place it into a gauge made of iron, cutting it to the given length. 

After taking it out of the iron guide, Joseph rolled the cigar and twisting the end to prevent the tobacco leaf from loosening. Joseph would have to do this very swiftly, as only a few seconds were required to make the cigar, and a good maker could turn out 1000 cigars a day. 

While Joseph was working at Freeman's, a terrible incident occurred to one of his work colleagues. John Nicholas Higgott, a young cigar bundler, at fifteen-years-old the same age as Joseph, when he died at the neighbouring Gladstone Arms beer house at 38 Lower Hill Street on 28 February 1877. Higgott, who lived at 54 Burgess Street in the north end of the town near St Margaret’s Church, suffered from pleurisy, an inflammation of the membrane that surrounds the lungs and lines the rib cage. 

In his post-mortem, the surgeon Dr Henry Meadows noticed his left lung was slightly smaller than his right and that he died from the formation of a blood clot on the right side of his heart. Although Meadows stated in his report the pleurisy was not brought on by neglect, Thomas East, another of Joseph's work colleagues, and who also worked next to John Higgott in the workshop, said that on several occasions Higgott had only a bit of bread to eat which lasted him all day. 

On the Monday before he died, Higgott told Thomas his father had made him get up at 5.30 in the morning and had not given him any food. Higgott had been ill for weeks and on his last working day, Wednesday, 28 February 1877, his manager Bernard Rothschild sent him home, buthe was so ill he had to be carried to the door of the factory. Rothschild gave him 3d and sent him to the beer house across the road to keep warm before sending for his parents. 

John Higgott died at 2.30 that very afternoon in the presence of his manager, Bernard Rothschild. Even though his parents had been sent for between one and two o’clock, his mother didn’t arrive until after 2.30 in the afternoon, and his father until after half past three.

On one occasion before his death, Bernard Rothschild had caught Higgott crying. Rothschild wanted to send him home but Higgott refused, saying his father would beat him and if he lost any time at work, he would not eat. Following Higgott's death, the surgeon noted that he was not wearing undergarments such as socks or stockings, even though it was very cold. 

An inquest was called, and even though no charges were brought against the parents for neglect, the coroner concluded his findings at the inquest stating he "had never seen a person display less regard and more indifference at the loss of a child then the mother in this case has shown."

Joseph worked at Freeman's for about two years until he was 15-years-old,but by then the increasing heaviness and awkwardness of his malformed right arm, hand and fingers made it almost impossible for him to accomplish the delicate work required in making cigars and had little alternative but to leave.

This is an edited extract from Joanne Vigor-Mungovin's book Joseph: The Life, Times and Places of The Elephant Man. You can follow her on Twitter.

The Case for Expanding the Rail Network


The Campaign for Better Transport has published a new report backing 33 rail reopening schemes.

Between them they would add 343 miles to the passenger rail network (166 miles of reopened route and 177 miles of freight-only route upgraded to passenger rail standards).

One of the schemes advocated is the freight-only line from Leicester to Burton upon Trent, though the report envisages fewer intermediate stations than were planned when this scheme was close to being put into practice in the 1980s.

Another freight line mentioned is the one from Walsall to Water Orton through Sutton Coldfield. The photo above shows the former Sutton Park station in 1982. (Don't look for it; it's not there anymore.)

Among the proposed reopenings of lines that have closed altogether is the one from Harrogate via Ripon to Northallerton, which has always been high on the list of Beeching's greatest mistakes.

You can download The Case for Expanding the Rail Network from the Campaign for Better Transport website.

The Good, the Bad and the Queen: Merrie Land



A downbeat anthem for a country poised on the crumbling edge of Brexit.

The Good, the Bad and the Queen are a modern-day supergroup, formed of Damon Albarn from Blur, Paul Simonon from the Clash, Simon Tong from Verve and the legendary Nigerian percussionist Tony Allen.

Merrie Land is the title track from their second album, which was released at the end of last year.

Madison Bloom writes of it on Pitchfork:
In a passage from the title track, Albarn closes in on that isolation, to claustrophobic effect: "So rebuild the railways/Firm up all the roads," he sings. "No one is leaving now this is your home."
Albarn’s plainspoken phrases hover above the mix, lending a blunt edge to the song’s loping circuit of strings and woodwinds. Simonon's trudging bassline and Allen’s sparse snares imbue his words with an oppressive weight: In Merrie Land, national identity is not a promise but a trap - an estrangement from one’s own true past and the collective history that builds a country.

Saturday, March 02, 2019

A tribute to Wigston South station


I was in South Wigston today when I came across this bus shelter. Why had it been made to look like a railway relic? And why were there more railway connections when I had a look at it?

The answer is that it stands on the site of the old Wigston South station.

This is not to be confused with the present-day South Wigston station on the Leicester to Birmingham line.

Wigston South was on the old Midland Counties line from Leicester to Rugby, which formed part of George Hudson's original route from London to York.

That station closed, along with the whole line, in 1962. Its demise may have been hastened by a level crossing over the A5 at Willey near Ullesthorpe that was notorious for delaying road traffic.


Former lecturer on the paranormal is the Tory candidate for Leicestershire and Rutland's PCC

Later. This video is no longer on YouTube, but you still view part of it online.

Rupert Matthews MEP, a former lecturer on the paranormal with the "International Metaphysical University" was today chosen as the Conservative candidate for 2020's police and crime commissioner election in Leicestershire and Rutland.

According to Michael Crick, who has taken an interest in Matthews' eccentricities, the course he introduces above would have set you back $425 in 2012.

Back in the days of Conservative modernisation, the party was not amused by the cover of a book published by Bretwalda Books - Matthews describes himself as its 'editorial director'.

Defending himself to the BBC in 2011, he said:
"I'm a shareholder in the company but I didn't do that one - I do the history stuff."
But what are the implications of Matthews' idiosyncratic take on the world? How would it affect his conduct of the role if he were elected to a role currently filled by Labour's Willy Bach?

True, he is on record as saying:
"The evidence for UFOs and for the humanoid creatures linked to them is pretty compelling."
But there is good news too:
"However, most of the evidence that suggests some sort of global threat is a lot less convincing. It rests on dubious testimony or simply does not mesh with the mass of evidence about UFOs available elsewhere."
So maybe he won't want to raise his precept to fight those humanoid creatures linked to UFOs.

Friday, March 01, 2019

The tunnels under the hills of Gwent



Where does my thing about the Welsh border come from?

In part, of course, it is the children's books of Malcolm Saville. But I also had a holiday in Llanfoist near Abergavenny with one of my mother's many cousins when I was 14.

That and a radio adaptation of Alexander Cordell's Rape of the Fair Country the following year had me hooked.

A combination of natural beauty and industrial archaeology is my ideal landscape, and in this video we explore the the hills around Llanfoist and the tunnels that run beneath them.

Malcolm Saville was right: You can have identical boy and girl twins



Because I started reading Malcolm Saville's Lone Pine stories at a tender age, I identified most with the twins Dickie and Mary.

They are nine years old in the first story Mystery at Witchend and have aged a couple of years by the time final one was published 35 years later.

There role in the stories had diminished by then, in part a reflection of the shrinking of the world of younger children across the years from 1943 to 1978.

Many children's adventure stories of that era have twins among their cast, no doubt because it made it easier to present a family group of children who were close in age. But Saville is one of the few writers who gives you an idea of what it must feel like to be a twin.

In presenting identical boy and girl twins, he has always been accused of defying biology. But it seems that, though the phenomenon is vanishingly rare, such twins can be born.

Over to the Guardian:
A pair of twins have stunned researchers after it emerged that they are neither identical nor fraternal – but something in between. 
The team say the boy and girl, now four years old, are the second case of semi-identical twins ever recorded, and the first to be spotted while the mother was pregnant. 
The situation was a surprise to the researchers. An ultrasound of the 28-year old mother at six weeks suggested the twins were identical – with signs including a shared placenta. But it soon became clear all was not as it seemed. 
“What happened was the mother came back for her routine ultrasound some months later, and we saw one [twin] to be a boy and one to be a girl,” said Dr Michael Gabbett, first author of the report from Queensland University of Technology in Australia.
The little girl in this case suffered serious health problems, but it seems Malcolm Saville was right after all.

Thanks to Keith Frankish, philosopher and Saville admirer, for sending me this report.

My first acquaintance with Social Democrats

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As I warned might be the case, The Independent Group is looking to replace the Liberal Democrats rather than do a deal with us.

Which means there may not be much of a market for memories of the early days of the Alliance.

Still, here are my recollections of the first time I met the SDP.

The first parliamentary by-election I worked in was Birmingham Northfield in October 1982. Until a few months before I had been working in the city, but by then I was back in Market Harborough between jobs so I had time on my hands

I travelled to Birmingham and ended up at the house of Roy Lewthwaite, who had been the Liberal candidate for the seat in 1979, somewhere out near Bromsgrove.

The job to be done was stuffing personalised letters into envelopes and a party agent kept us going for hours with tales of rough politics in Dorset.

When I say "us", I mean a roomful of Liberals. Next door there was a room of Social Democrats.

It happened that the letters did not fit the envelopes very well. I think one was an International size and the other an Imperial.

Someone, I fear it may have been me, made the joke about having Liberal letters and Social Democrat envelopes. At which someone came in to ask us not to make jokes like that because “it might upset the Social Democrats”..

There was a young SDP member who was friendly, When one of the Liberals said he came from Southampton, the young Social Democrat asked if he knew Bob Mitchell. Mitchell had been elected as Labour MP for Southampton Itchen and then joined the SDP.

Featured on Liberal Democrat Voice"Yes," came the reply, "I fought him at the last election."

A little research shows that the Liberal in question was John Pindar, who is still around in the Liberal Democrats today.

Thursday, February 28, 2019

GUEST POST Forgotten Victorian folklore collectors: An undiscovered treasure trove

Francis Young on the rediscovery of forgotten riches.

Collecting folklore was all the rage in Victorian England. Although there were occasional collectors of ‘popular antiquities’ in the 17th and 18th centuries (John Aubrey is perhaps the most famous example), it was not until after William Thoms coined the word ‘folklore’ in 1846 that books dedicated to folk beliefs, stories and customs became popular.

 The foundation of the Folklore Society in 1878 inaugurated the golden age of English folklore collection, which lasted up to the outbreak of the First World War in 1914. As the progress of technological innovation and social change intensified, so too did fascination with England’s vanishing rural lore. Folklore collection was an activist form of nostalgia which engaged the interest of everyone from learned scholars and dilettantish amateurs to hack journalists and the proprietors of local newspapers.

The Victorian folklore collectors were a strikingly diverse group, compared with authors of other kinds of literature. The Folklore Society struggled hard to turn folklore into an academic discipline, even a ‘science’, but this effort has never really succeeded.

Folklore remained (and, to a large extent, remains to this day) the domain of enthusiastic amateurs of all social classes. Some folklorists were aristocrats or members of the landed gentry, who sought to gather up the folklore of their tenants from a great height. But one of the earliest serious collectors of local folklore was the poet John Clare, who began life as a rural labourer in Northamptonshire like the people whose songs and stories he collected.

Furthermore, many of the early folklore collectors were women, since the recording of traditional lore was a form of writing considered acceptable for female authors. These folklore collectors gathered stories from other women, producing a form of literature that almost uniquely gave voices to rural working class women.

The work of many Victorian folklore collectors, especially those who were working class or female, remains obscure. Less well-off or well-connected folklorists struggled to get their writing into print, or were only published in local newspapers. Others fell victim to publishers who did not understand how to market or promote books about folklore, or to journalistic plagiarists who appropriated the hard work of folklore collectors as their own.

The first obscure Victorian folklorist whom I had the privilege of bringing to light was Charles Dack (1847–c. 1920), a self-taught railway clerk who became volunteer curator of Peterborough Museum. Dack was able to get a few articles and short pamphlets published, but he simply did not have the financial resources to publish a larger work on the folklore of the Soke of Peterborough.

Some of Dack’s papers were later acquired by Cambridge University Library, and I relied heavily on these to produce my book Peterborough Folklore (shortlisted for the 2018 Katharine Briggs Folklore Award), which is largely a tribute to Dack’s fieldwork.

My book Suffolk Fairylore, published in 2018, similarly sought to excavate the work of some forgotten folklorists, notably the sisters Anna and Lois Fison, who were responsible for recording three folktales they heard from their old nurse in Barningham, Suffolk growing up in the 1830s: ‘Brother Mike’, ‘Cap o’Rushes’ and ‘Tom Tit Tot’.

A leading member of the Folklore Society, Edward Clodd, soon muscled in and reported ‘Tom Tit Tot’ without attribution to the Fisons; Clodd brought the tale to the attention of European folklorists, and although he later apologised to the Fison sisters, their role as the original collectors of the tales was often erased in subsequent folklore studies.

Another woman folklorist who suffered plagiarism was Margaret Helen James (1859–1938), a figure so obscure that her identity was not known until 2017. James was a cousin of the famous writer of ghost stories M.R. James. She published only one book, Bogie Tales of East Anglia (1891), a folklore collection that rapidly became very scarce but was extensively plagiarised by a journalist, Morley Adams, in 1914.

Margaret James’s Bogie Tales was the earliest book dedicated to the folklore of East Anglia, but her contribution has been entirely overlooked until now because her identity was unknown and much of the folklore she collected has been attributed to Morley Adams. I have recently edited Margaret James’s book, with a critical introduction and notes, so that it can finally be made widely available.

The 19th century’s regional folklorists were remarkable individuals – dedicated, eclectic in their interests, often eccentric and sometimes self-taught. Their writings, both published and unpublished, often remain a treasure-trove still to be uncovered.

The digitisation of local newspapers and Victorian pamphlets, making them searchable, is bringing much lost folklore recording to light, and we are currently living through a golden age of folklore research – not because there is still traditional folklore to be collected (in most cases there is not), but because folklore collected over a hundred years ago is finally emerging from the shadows.

Read more from Francis Young on his website.

Jo Swinson votes for Labour motion by mistake





Jo Swinson voted for Jeremy Corbyn's Brexit motion in the Commons last night.

According to the New European:
Her apparent defiance of her party’s policy raised eyebrows in Westminster - but a party source said it was a "genuine mistake".