tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056258794647898472024-03-18T04:31:04.270-07:00Britain is no country for old men'That is no country for old men....Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.'
W.B.Yeats
'Sailing To Byzantium.' 1926...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.comBlogger1888125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-83525573271602639292024-03-02T07:13:00.000-08:002024-03-04T07:41:41.444-08:00Britain says "Goodbye" to its much-loved Hairy Biker, Dave Myers <p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAnyZFjQwdebYEikQFlD7EoBjGjk3et9e8zVnRqXEkvETlzOTP-HWOstQEKSOqhFNy_k6nJ0ywY4UBCryJHpOne_Rb9a_tRV-6_40fjeSx8uOwE1KUpJGf2XYwxaAAG-X3d5EeXIouwl335Cih0emW3inwCl0FKLmJHPTS06RgzVnGfoaEWW5AhBR4SY/s263/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="192" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAnyZFjQwdebYEikQFlD7EoBjGjk3et9e8zVnRqXEkvETlzOTP-HWOstQEKSOqhFNy_k6nJ0ywY4UBCryJHpOne_Rb9a_tRV-6_40fjeSx8uOwE1KUpJGf2XYwxaAAG-X3d5EeXIouwl335Cih0emW3inwCl0FKLmJHPTS06RgzVnGfoaEWW5AhBR4SY/w174-h238/images%20(2).jpg" width="174" /></a></span>Dave, who has died at the age of sixty-six, found fame alongside Si King, his best friend and work partner of 30 years as part of the motorcycle-riding cooking duo, the 'Hairy Bikers'. Together, they toured Britain and the world in search of new recipes which they then, with their wit and charm, discovered and imparted to their millions of television followers. </span></span></div><div class="separator"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator"><br /></div>Dave was born in the port </span></span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUwDNge44Gx7F26nZYTO5y0yopr1CMP7psO01QG3GLEM8sD4Bcn7hkXEsR71lX1fTVtUQc31qkS12k7wN-o3r4rU9KKLN371Ml1o61WVujMuldeaJs1IH49H7EI6iIM-G4BZJ9_oQwP486lgVZ5guYje6jkcQm0SR_g-CoC8M2-CR5EMFazIc34dzEWQ/s129/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="129" data-original-width="60" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUwDNge44Gx7F26nZYTO5y0yopr1CMP7psO01QG3GLEM8sD4Bcn7hkXEsR71lX1fTVtUQc31qkS12k7wN-o3r4rU9KKLN371Ml1o61WVujMuldeaJs1IH49H7EI6iIM-G4BZJ9_oQwP486lgVZ5guYje6jkcQm0SR_g-CoC8M2-CR5EMFazIc34dzEWQ/s1600/download%20(8).jpg" width="60" /></a>town of <b>Barrow-in-Furness </b>in the </span><span>historic county of Lancashire in the north of England in the autumn of </span><span>1957, the son and only child of Margaret</span><span> and Jim, </span><span>a papermill foreman. Dave said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>I was something of a surprise to my parents. My mum, was 42 when she had me and had been told she couldn't have children. So when she went to the doctors, they thought she had an ovarian cyst. And it was me!" </i></b></span></div></span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvYiY-hZhDZh-eoJnRSMrc7GMaIE4DRjMUD6o7aQj7t0PfYR5F8nN64LTuGEZ69VePd9-CUAuMYpRaq9M-jojQ327_yw-vk0qzeLgu5qSoNuC8-V3kzGuqXowQ_Zd-ZzeO7oMxQJUNRzg7kUOIjIJFd_pN0H1n6rX9mRpsXgSAcT-ebC055w2yIFrgSA/s218/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="218" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvYiY-hZhDZh-eoJnRSMrc7GMaIE4DRjMUD6o7aQj7t0PfYR5F8nN64LTuGEZ69VePd9-CUAuMYpRaq9M-jojQ327_yw-vk0qzeLgu5qSoNuC8-V3kzGuqXowQ_Zd-ZzeO7oMxQJUNRzg7kUOIjIJFd_pN0H1n6rX9mRpsXgSAcT-ebC055w2yIFrgSA/w149-h123/download%20(7).jpg" width="149" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>Motor bikes figured early in Dave's life and he recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">”My father used to go</span></i></b></span></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> to work on a BSA Bantam, when I was about two, three years old I used to toddle down to the bottom of the back street, he’d be there coming home from work, and he’d let me sit on the tank holding on to the handlebars and pretending to ride the motorbike up the back street". </span>He said : </span></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I loved the smell of oil and machinery and rubber; just one whiff would set my pulse racing”.</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxwvNnweJSbUq53BPUVYmCPQAsFcjV0u-xwCAGd6iO2mdZebLzF_KN0zVqOvxYDI7PMncOZRl-6Fo3D3bgtAoTHMuyCmuZ1WcaySxlDMPWav2fr3ezSG_Fq1kE0kTsOsIu7m-z-hBV5zDrNBbSLU5_vPexpbxcuri4V2-vCIF1vh2VjFvWP8oAxpHsxQ/s290/download%20(9).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="290" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxwvNnweJSbUq53BPUVYmCPQAsFcjV0u-xwCAGd6iO2mdZebLzF_KN0zVqOvxYDI7PMncOZRl-6Fo3D3bgtAoTHMuyCmuZ1WcaySxlDMPWav2fr3ezSG_Fq1kE0kTsOsIu7m-z-hBV5zDrNBbSLU5_vPexpbxcuri4V2-vCIF1vh2VjFvWP8oAxpHsxQ/w251-h151/download%20(9).jpg" width="251" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span></span></span></div><span><span><span>Back home, of his mother’s cooking he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“The smell of fresh cakes and pies always filled the room when I was a small boy. It was magic". </span></i></b></span></span><span>Unfortunately, his world started to fall apart when he was seven and he </span><span>had to put his <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Mam”</span></i></b> to bed after a fall which was the first sign of multiple sclerosis, a disease which would eventually lead to her death. </span></span><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span></span></span></div><span><span>Meanwhile, while at Cambridge Street Primary School, he started to suffer from alopecia-related hair loss </span></span></span></span>and was cruelly branded “baldy” and “Uncle Fester” by the other kids. He began to do his paper round with his hood up, using a concoction of chimney soot and Vaseline to cover up the balding areas. He recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“One time, I got an air pistol to shoot myself in the knees, just to get a few weeks off school, but I was wearing jeans and I hit the seam, so the pellet didn’t do any damage at all”.</span></i></b></span></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOiPZkspdmZyJ1u-6y31FhkiNj7NJG0l-__s-QwNXBPUudwOZHo43r8ZV5B9iUSRpPg7qpyXxwKRmttzMSdHSzVBESGaaRXdiG_8aPNoYpq9gZ9cZF3nZoSKSoAE3YR-nHJ7rF3yiuea7uOQAQ2Adhw3XsTo7idNuAk6pqy-0jOg1zQ6K2amkq2ZOzBw/s262/images%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="172" data-original-width="262" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOiPZkspdmZyJ1u-6y31FhkiNj7NJG0l-__s-QwNXBPUudwOZHo43r8ZV5B9iUSRpPg7qpyXxwKRmttzMSdHSzVBESGaaRXdiG_8aPNoYpq9gZ9cZF3nZoSKSoAE3YR-nHJ7rF3yiuea7uOQAQ2Adhw3XsTo7idNuAk6pqy-0jOg1zQ6K2amkq2ZOzBw/w225-h148/images%20(3).jpg" width="225" /></span></a></div><div><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Things improved when he was eight years old. His father was sixty-three in that year, and in his increased spare time, Dave said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"We became inseparable. Our favourite pastime was longline fishing in </span>Morecambe Bay.<span style="color: #990000;"> We'd ride out on his motorbike, attach 100 worms to 100 hooks suspended from a long line staked in the sand, and see what the tide brought in. Sometimes, we'd collect as many as 40 plaice".</span></i></b> </span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rIWT3kGmyx9-TDSgG_t_d02Z6S7CEd9SJXPmniuWeFmM6PxZzjgjQqAatAWgdwbb-htNBrDNoT8Kp1yzulyn6flJALowCDyg7R9ijWDpN7WFAOL9EW60YE9pR8xpXzdAeH39Jo4rzQ1NGhVz54vlVSQayV2q_B_6dmRVN7Yr1_AIwV_kf1lBb3f5dIg/s189/download%20(27).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="155" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rIWT3kGmyx9-TDSgG_t_d02Z6S7CEd9SJXPmniuWeFmM6PxZzjgjQqAatAWgdwbb-htNBrDNoT8Kp1yzulyn6flJALowCDyg7R9ijWDpN7WFAOL9EW60YE9pR8xpXzdAeH39Jo4rzQ1NGhVz54vlVSQayV2q_B_6dmRVN7Yr1_AIwV_kf1lBb3f5dIg/w127-h155/download%20(27).jpg" width="127" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX16hzIPN1WNfPgc0wxu-Wxptp_oWxzjzdULtX2m1X9WbC47EF0tuXlVULow1CJzA7vE-9gatXGgBd8tz8MgBUWHjnqnmoM1Src8jjh8zm5wwX3aZOQFIt7GcGXQmzfKdSY0982lNBqVe8s4AMhyphenhyphenrB-nUNPNzS-bHHOfDGdUw_y14jHhfRnW72y8tBDjc/s242/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="161" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX16hzIPN1WNfPgc0wxu-Wxptp_oWxzjzdULtX2m1X9WbC47EF0tuXlVULow1CJzA7vE-9gatXGgBd8tz8MgBUWHjnqnmoM1Src8jjh8zm5wwX3aZOQFIt7GcGXQmzfKdSY0982lNBqVe8s4AMhyphenhyphenrB-nUNPNzS-bHHOfDGdUw_y14jHhfRnW72y8tBDjc/w108-h162/download%20(10).jpg" width="108" /></span></a><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span>Another happy </span><span>time was a holiday to see to see the TT races </span>on the Isle of Man, a <span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>dream come </span></span></span></span><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>true for the bike-mad </span></span></span></span>boy who badgered every rider he could, to sign his autograph book. Equally sharp were his memories of the meals at the <b>Metropole Hotel, </b>as he reflected : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Bikes and food were vying for my attention, even then”.</span></i></b></div></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span></span></div><span><span>In 'part four' of what was to be his last BBC TV series with Si King, 'The Hairy Bikers Go West', which was aired this week, they visited </span><span>Liverpool and Wirral, Dave recalled : </span></span></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8LomjkjK-eRe1jxNU0Ua1Zl3x3L4KiwFu8EpnTnRbM9uxnj8eWYWW_FOttoAkMX6ZpHCKWZEwaAGGgMsaPfd8pKGD0kLz39-yQYrzVfEQdZnRaBeqnQ1dCLSF-g2gfFDr5PgCpch8BlJcoGbFO4Q6SmGXwzwvX-hz0T1xa-QhOdlTc6hpNy4gIokMeE/s275/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8LomjkjK-eRe1jxNU0Ua1Zl3x3L4KiwFu8EpnTnRbM9uxnj8eWYWW_FOttoAkMX6ZpHCKWZEwaAGGgMsaPfd8pKGD0kLz39-yQYrzVfEQdZnRaBeqnQ1dCLSF-g2gfFDr5PgCpch8BlJcoGbFO4Q6SmGXwzwvX-hz0T1xa-QhOdlTc6hpNy4gIokMeE/w192-h128/download%20(11).jpg" width="192" /></span></a><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i><span></span>"I once came to Liverpool to stay in a bed and breakfast for a week's holiday when I was a kid. It was funny because they took me on the ferry across the Mersey and when I come back, you know when you do your school diary, me I was always pretentious, I put : 'So Mam and Dad took me on a cruise'. </i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I said we went to New Brighton and they burst out laughing, I was really humiliated. Because I thought the New Brighton ferry was a cruise".</span></i></b> To which Si replied :</span><span> <b><i><span style="color: #741b47;">"</span><span style="color: #351c75;">Well I mean it is, if you want to get to New Brighton that is".</span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span><span>Back in the 1960s, with his mother now in a wheelchair, Dave and his father became her full-time carers. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Bedtimes were the worst. Dad would take her arms, I'd take her feet and we'd bounce her up the stairs. But the first time it hit me that she was really bad was when I was nine. She went to bed and couldn't get up again". </span></i></b>K</span><span>itchen staples were now tinned mince with mashed potato and marrowfat peas. On one occasion his father mixed them all together and claimed to have created a risotto. Ironically, Dave’s love of food flowered for the first time in this period and he said : <b><span style="color: #990000;"><i>“I got tired of my father serving us tinned mince and Smash and peas, so I started cooking myself. It wasn’t a burden. I loved it”.</i></span></b></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAle1l_rbgG2ayryd7Ns5-ywe-b7CwqupCDKNr7Epo-HC9Mqo_MrvNptSkZ2zoi5RngMt5bY-s4SDIJAeJaJ_dCNt-XI2Um4cKOO20uGs8X7aW6spQI54NX6F1_uRZIMylZJKwBx72WXCsc-mtV94c3lHN5Yi8mb0wuK10eoCQHZFl0zzgC_j41VsJ2Y4/s259/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="259" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAle1l_rbgG2ayryd7Ns5-ywe-b7CwqupCDKNr7Epo-HC9Mqo_MrvNptSkZ2zoi5RngMt5bY-s4SDIJAeJaJ_dCNt-XI2Um4cKOO20uGs8X7aW6spQI54NX6F1_uRZIMylZJKwBx72WXCsc-mtV94c3lHN5Yi8mb0wuK10eoCQHZFl0zzgC_j41VsJ2Y4/w155-h116/download%20(12).jpg" width="155" /></span></a></div><span><span><span>In 1968, Dave, having passed his 11-plus exam, took his place at the 1930 built </span><span><b>Barrow Grammar School for Boys</b> with its stirring school song :<b><span style="color: #38761d;"><i> </i></span></b></span></span><b><i><span><span style="color: #274e13;">Westaway the seas lie open, east away the sun rides high, outward bound in morning glory, free and ready here am</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> I.</span></span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span></i></b> <span>It was here that he </span><span>was taken under the wing of his art teacher, Mr Eaton, who arranged for him to visit the art galleries in Manchester and Liverpool. Dave recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">He encouraged me, especially in art club, which we had once or twice a week. I’d do some painting and he’d give me advice and put them up on the wall. He had an incredible imagination and would always broaden my ambition, never stifle it".</span></i></b> Money was obviously tight at home and at the age of sixteen Dave said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>I applied to get a job as a photographer after O-levels, but I didn’t get it. It’s just as well because I stayed on and got qualifications in general studies and art".</i></b></span><span> </span></span><p></p><span><span><p><span><span>By now this was against the background of having to look after both his mother and father, since, when he was seventeen, h</span><span>is father suffered a bad stroke and sometimes fed them fillets of fresh plaice he had caught himself. Dave recalled :</span><span> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>I put Dad in his bed, Mum in hers and wondered : 'What I was going to do ?' When the district nurse came round, she realised I couldn't cope and asked which parent I could manage best ? It was awful to have to choose, but I said Dad because I knew he had a chance of recovery. Mum went into a geriatric ward and never came home again".</i></b></span></span></p><p><span>By now this was against the background of having to look after both his mother and father, since, when he was seventeen, h</span><span>is father suffered a bad stroke and sometimes fed them fillets of fresh plaice he had caught himself. Dave recalled :</span><span> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>I put Dad in his bed, Mum in hers and wondered : 'What I was going to do ?' When the district nurse came round, she realised I couldn't cope and asked which parent I could manage best ? It was awful to have to choose, but I said Dad because I knew he had a chance of recovery. Mum went into a geriatric ward and never came home again".</i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;">At the time he was in the sixth form at school Dave undertook culinary adventures when he </span><span style="color: black;">created a<i><b><span style="color: #990000;"> 'mini curry-club</span></b>'</i>, inviting his friends home after their visit to the pub for some grub, which was concoction created from whatever he found in the kitchen cupboard. Many years later he relived those <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“30p pub-grub days”</span></i></b>, cooking a 'Hairy Bikers' chilli con carne recipe enriched with dark chocolate.<a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/beef_chilli_with_bitter_27455"> (link)</a></span></span></p><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Anq6QZx-3_kLx0IKak08wNNoEYZ_RCL-3Rk2fn7xhFfQi2bLqW0hJdtP6hzS7Ghh7BBKsFX8OVpjinCv9G2qYMZftrof3w8NY_PVEfnK_5RJyQ_-WUoGsVdCPT6tOMBP8gOIdPuym-gXmP5qpqvgzA6lhzdMM9VxfMNwMl-oN3lVVzqitJ7ksb6dqeQ/s300/download%20(14).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Anq6QZx-3_kLx0IKak08wNNoEYZ_RCL-3Rk2fn7xhFfQi2bLqW0hJdtP6hzS7Ghh7BBKsFX8OVpjinCv9G2qYMZftrof3w8NY_PVEfnK_5RJyQ_-WUoGsVdCPT6tOMBP8gOIdPuym-gXmP5qpqvgzA6lhzdMM9VxfMNwMl-oN3lVVzqitJ7ksb6dqeQ/s1600/download%20(14).jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><span><span>At the age of eighteen he made his way south to London where, when arriving at </span><span>Euston Station for the first time, he was stopped by police suspicious about the contents of his tobacco tin. With the encouragement of Mr Eaton, he had applied for and now took his place as an undergraduate student </span><span>studying for a Fine Art degree at<b> </b></span><span><b>Goldsmiths College</b>. In addition to his studies, living and eating in South London broadened his culinary horizons and he discovered the pleasures of south Indian food. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span><span><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhSgpogBBz0AqVz4Tu0jLUraZCQqijfjyDRQcMyeoN5aD7ZnUM7FnFBKRcltp4gC0CsKMHUs3JonQKrIR_FabMrVYgqtIpdH9XS_TGhsi75Iewxan8zdOg0bTYXGFq9XfsOUllw1LlkpGa2wN3-iRI1764i4i_DXlx7n7-FeQ1lm9tFs0QpwcoKzPd5U/s330/URAL650-SPORTSMAN.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="330" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhSgpogBBz0AqVz4Tu0jLUraZCQqijfjyDRQcMyeoN5aD7ZnUM7FnFBKRcltp4gC0CsKMHUs3JonQKrIR_FabMrVYgqtIpdH9XS_TGhsi75Iewxan8zdOg0bTYXGFq9XfsOUllw1LlkpGa2wN3-iRI1764i4i_DXlx7n7-FeQ1lm9tFs0QpwcoKzPd5U/w171-h129/URAL650-SPORTSMAN.jpg" width="171" /></a></div>In his first vacation as a student he recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"My first trip abroad was with a mate at the age of 18. My Dad gave me some money, so I booked a package holiday to Paris for £65, but had to hitchhike to Calais because I couldn’t afford the train fare. It was a disaster. I fell out with my mate and got pickpocketed outside the Sacré-Coeur, so I only had £25 to last me the week. But I love art, so I spent my time sitting outside and sketching. I really was a starving artist".</span></i></b> For the rest of the</span></span><span> holiday he returned to Barrow, to earn money by cleaning out the steelworks’ furnaces during the annual shutdown. It was about this time that he bought his first motor bike,</span><span> a <b>Cossack Ural</b> Mars Mk III, with a sidecar.</span></div></span></span></div><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbakEKO0gIjrp1ZvNeGXekQ4-yQYDSsglETHKJLKumGm3rm8iXAPmR6Z6lFTaLxr672PbGdgb0HunebgzxSz5ubDiIV2fPRtby1wkD3Di1h98P9GyOInwg5Z7uGAX-bgHYJv8LFElbauTh200LWX0gASpUCJ24-x4muOlmhCqtgo0k8nZxp278Zw7PDQ/s362/The_Beverly_Hillbillies.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="362" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbakEKO0gIjrp1ZvNeGXekQ4-yQYDSsglETHKJLKumGm3rm8iXAPmR6Z6lFTaLxr672PbGdgb0HunebgzxSz5ubDiIV2fPRtby1wkD3Di1h98P9GyOInwg5Z7uGAX-bgHYJv8LFElbauTh200LWX0gASpUCJ24-x4muOlmhCqtgo0k8nZxp278Zw7PDQ/w158-h120/The_Beverly_Hillbillies.jpg" width="158" /></a><span><span></span></span></div><span><span>After graduating in 1978, he stayed at Goldsmiths for a further year to study for his master's degree. When his father died, he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It was left to me to tell Mum and she was heartbroken. By the time I graduated, I'd lost both parents and twenty-three was a young age to deal with a double loss like that. I felt rootless. </span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">I remember clearing their council flat, putting some stuff in storage and tying the rest on to the back of my motorbike. I was like one of the Beverly Hillbillies".</i></span></span></span><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8ytI_AtxxAe0hMN70mWbo_BI2QKIeghyT7r00IKYFHbKcA_hUZ9jY543SNbXqt4ml5tYvNMV0YHyZInZDNyoRoVoSe-0k3Ef2kTY3RMb74wzZmLVpaIDg8EqLSRj8e6BLZ4L1i-E13q-d-nIrAj5t5gCXHxtZbCzShCTcW7gKQW1TVK0DL0mvXrTbY8/s259/download%20(16).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8ytI_AtxxAe0hMN70mWbo_BI2QKIeghyT7r00IKYFHbKcA_hUZ9jY543SNbXqt4ml5tYvNMV0YHyZInZDNyoRoVoSe-0k3Ef2kTY3RMb74wzZmLVpaIDg8EqLSRj8e6BLZ4L1i-E13q-d-nIrAj5t5gCXHxtZbCzShCTcW7gKQW1TVK0DL0mvXrTbY8/w128-h96/download%20(16).jpg" width="128" /></a><span><span></span></span></div><span><span>Dave said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Ambition kept me going"</span></i></b> and working on the </span><span>the principle that : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“If I can paint a picture, I can paint a face”</span></i></b>, he successfully applied to join, as a trainee, the BBC TV Make-up Department, which he described as : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"A</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> vibrant, exciting and caring place".</span></i></b> However, the caring element wasn't present o</span><span>n his first day he was ordered <b><i>"to get a wig" </i></b>to hide his alopecia. Dave responded by deciding to not spend the money on a wig, which would have cost more than a month’s salary and instead shaved his head and bought himself a nearly new <b>Honda 185 Benly</b> motorcycle. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHwmjUR36AfP7ZtEHMt1KYFcWBIwn3q8OYwjPT3h-Ak8u4H489q6gMiTbOM4ZxSworvEtvyVTrix-pAFRL5MdKnEScAkTCkQa0xFxScxCPUL9GZkxg3SrTejFBVY4TxFbHj4IIq2CjcdszrUdjYjJzzHVub9c-90egOg4RjH6qjmcdNXabyJqEvcEC48/s240/download%20(18).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="240" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHwmjUR36AfP7ZtEHMt1KYFcWBIwn3q8OYwjPT3h-Ak8u4H489q6gMiTbOM4ZxSworvEtvyVTrix-pAFRL5MdKnEScAkTCkQa0xFxScxCPUL9GZkxg3SrTejFBVY4TxFbHj4IIq2CjcdszrUdjYjJzzHVub9c-90egOg4RjH6qjmcdNXabyJqEvcEC48/w142-h101/download%20(18).jpg" width="142" /></a><span><span></span></span></div><p></p><p><span><span><span>As the corporation’s only known male make-up artist, Dave appeared on the cover of the staff magazine 'Ariel' with Hamble, the rag doll from 'Play School'. Before long, he was preparing guests for Blue Peter, arranging Des O’Connor’s copper-tinged highlights and painting <b>Adam Ant’s </b>white stripe for 'Top of the Pops'. </span></span></span></p><span><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kjH5_vSW36k960nGRYjmjoNmyL-AQ8x4CwNRDskzWIJSPfANw2LwGQk0onnhG14zIYQgBWkbUsk0a26iouqYBZlrpUGHQJ2N7BNegFbr-lmF3dr3Kg1AOPq6PTWB2Okugl1SJAd3-OivZUDIRftJZg9v0LUQQMNjRSGMfoVWqmoSZgurvMk69OA35jk/w128-h128/download%20(17).jpg" width="128" /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqMWGUCJJMY9HbjHI1xaY-Mdm710RXELPf8Mcif1FlvKln2VtkzFC202hnzE8d6oow_1z1CPolKMtAO09JC_nnLLjB4xTW_qIQfBMI5rFaMnhxx9ocWVHxYI5rtuNLHDWNdWYANv7E9Ne237g0fJsddLNiZWe2M7KZaCSfkoJe860I8TboqN2NN4m1V8/s266/download%20(28).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="190" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqMWGUCJJMY9HbjHI1xaY-Mdm710RXELPf8Mcif1FlvKln2VtkzFC202hnzE8d6oow_1z1CPolKMtAO09JC_nnLLjB4xTW_qIQfBMI5rFaMnhxx9ocWVHxYI5rtuNLHDWNdWYANv7E9Ne237g0fJsddLNiZWe2M7KZaCSfkoJe860I8TboqN2NN4m1V8/w102-h143/download%20(28).jpg" width="102" /></a></div><div>Gradually he branched out into prosthetics, making casts of Patricia Hodge and <b>Julie Wallace’</b>s breasts for 'The Life and Loves of a She-Devil' in 1986 and when filming finished, attached one of the artificial breasts to the back of the catering truck and watched it being driven away. On another occasion he was called upon to trim Roger Moore's hair when he was filming in Luxembourg. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c30ewWwOWXI&t=0m05s">(link)</a></div></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZd6yi3VpghlvuAPbdhpvuqkgmwK8SE3EamTI5Epb79hUztlavGsv2wmjzYA995pio2-_YsOeBg64DyosyutmbBa8cfa-mNLlAvLKL-t3XevbwzsT2y4rO6GgrSj0_KhWZum85QBnuBPcQCRkDeEOShjjCSj-fxUHLt9LirlFLG0MYUBkkjTZoitKEV4/s119/Screenshot%20(178).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="96" data-original-width="119" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZd6yi3VpghlvuAPbdhpvuqkgmwK8SE3EamTI5Epb79hUztlavGsv2wmjzYA995pio2-_YsOeBg64DyosyutmbBa8cfa-mNLlAvLKL-t3XevbwzsT2y4rO6GgrSj0_KhWZum85QBnuBPcQCRkDeEOShjjCSj-fxUHLt9LirlFLG0MYUBkkjTZoitKEV4/s1600/Screenshot%20(178).png" width="119" /></span></a><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Going freelance he became a regular make-up artist on 'Coronation Street' before moving on to larger-scale dramas with actors such as John Gielgud. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1987, when </span><span><b>Timothy West </b>played Mikhail Gorbachev</span><span> in the TV movie 'Breakthrough at Reykjavik' Dave had to replicate the Soviet leader’s famous red birthmark, ensuring it looked exactly the same for each day of filming.</span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPL5UbXt6qqOHIaoA72E9qt_zUbaac7PTgEQcTaGdPNro2epWWtV5MJUvixfgIjBi33KsPZG8h_jyKqInst6Yo5Ue-CE964RmTwA_dUtmGXax6p1Oq6shXmK-5ioqI3s3-s795ZqsmwUrXzWR1nj5Y8lISrCMgY_VKimyOEHMmJAxqv0k1j3UBCbvdaM/s225/download%20(19).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPL5UbXt6qqOHIaoA72E9qt_zUbaac7PTgEQcTaGdPNro2epWWtV5MJUvixfgIjBi33KsPZG8h_jyKqInst6Yo5Ue-CE964RmTwA_dUtmGXax6p1Oq6shXmK-5ioqI3s3-s795ZqsmwUrXzWR1nj5Y8lISrCMgY_VKimyOEHMmJAxqv0k1j3UBCbvdaM/w144-h144/download%20(19).jpg" width="144" /></a></span></span></div><span><span>After a brief, </span><span>misguided foray into making money in the antiques trade, Dave returned to his face paints and at the age of thirty-eight was head of make-up for the Catherine Cookson drama, 'The Gambling Man' in 1995. It was now that he met <b>Simon “Si” King,</b> who was nine years his junior and who he described as : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“A big, blond-haired Geordie”</span></i></b> even though he was, in fact, from County Durham. They started their twenty-nine year friendship and hit it off with their shared enjoyment of a curry, a pint and motorbikes and </span><span>before long were riding and cooking side by side as though they had been childhood friends. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dave's health problems had continued into adulthood and his hair thinned even more after a bout of pneumonia and pleurisy. <span><span><span><span><span><span><span>In his personal life when, after the failure of his first marriage, </span><span>in 1998 Dave became engaged to Glen Howarth, a script supervisor whom he had met during filming of another Catherine Cookson tale, 'The Tide of Life'. However, his </span><span>life was once again blighted by illness, when </span><span>four months later she died of stomach cancer. He himself now </span>had an emergency operation to remove a cyst the size of an apple from his brain with the curious side-effect that his hair began to grow back in tufts.<p><span><span>It was six years later, in 2004, w</span></span>hen Dave was forty-five, that he and Si, a locations manager on the Harry Potter films, pitched their idea for a TV show focusing on motorbikes and food to the BBC. Dave later said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“It was midlife crisis time and you can’t have more of a midlife crisis than going off on a motorbike”.</span></i></b></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0sl9ndmECNqPFRAvxJFPTIQj2OEaaUkBQQa7fy3iEB5ZEK6SzshSMBbKjlKyXgC3L9U1HKmCzfprEnLGjO-KgCtmIM2gRlrrOyULralX1mGAKxIOkDgCTv1FHR_d5OmuEvPPthTxLGuK9u64SoX5zLmPuUr92r2uEe3XrRemPxllV6jU39g3GMDQ3oM/s451/Screenshot%20(180).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="451" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0sl9ndmECNqPFRAvxJFPTIQj2OEaaUkBQQa7fy3iEB5ZEK6SzshSMBbKjlKyXgC3L9U1HKmCzfprEnLGjO-KgCtmIM2gRlrrOyULralX1mGAKxIOkDgCTv1FHR_d5OmuEvPPthTxLGuK9u64SoX5zLmPuUr92r2uEe3XrRemPxllV6jU39g3GMDQ3oM/w269-h142/Screenshot%20(180).png" width="269" /></a></span></div><span>Dave recalled :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“As soon as we came up with the idea, a lass in the production office just yelled out ‘Hairy Bakers’ and the series was born!”</span></i></b> Even so, it was two years before the </span>two burly, hirsute motorcyclists who visited foreign locales, often getting off their bikes to cook by the roadside, would reach the screen. In the first episode of 'The Hairy Bikers’ Cookbook' the pair motored through Namibia, stopping off to cook crocodile satay and oryx rolls. Their culinary travelogue ran across three series and took them to Portugal, Vietnam, Turkey and Mexico. The series was renamed : <b>'The Hairy Bikers Ride Again' </b>for the third series (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amstGI2jnWU&t=2s">link) </a>and 'The Hairy Bakers' for the fourth series. It became such a hit with the viewers that a memo circulated the BBC praising the two men for winning over : “A difficult-to-reach audience” to which Si said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“Basically a ‘difficult-to-reach audience’ translates as ‘normal people’”.</span></i></b><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztw0c3taXVwak3_dppZQJUvkb1NTcx4SmjiOZ-hPuXg1ktfz-aDUY82ug8880rvUczRwaml7pHxgLweuPbfq0n-0xd8xL1MW3ROn1GIEoHPVixqbGz-1welLKRcSI5Mnx9TrkbRLkCKkdbXyOaLYDE9E98D_eWgsd2fF4cUyrYrIxleMpUObU9crCQR4/s237/download%20(21).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="237" data-original-width="183" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztw0c3taXVwak3_dppZQJUvkb1NTcx4SmjiOZ-hPuXg1ktfz-aDUY82ug8880rvUczRwaml7pHxgLweuPbfq0n-0xd8xL1MW3ROn1GIEoHPVixqbGz-1welLKRcSI5Mnx9TrkbRLkCKkdbXyOaLYDE9E98D_eWgsd2fF4cUyrYrIxleMpUObU9crCQR4/w114-h147/download%20(21).jpg" width="114" /></a></span></span></div><span><span>It was in 2009, that Dave and Si firmly cemented their partnership when they hosted a 30-part daytime series for BBC Two, '<b>The Hairy Bikers' Food Tour of Britain' </b><a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2eq4kz">(link)</a>, which aired on weekdays and saw them visit a different county each day and cook what they considered to be that county's signature dish. Dave recalled :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“As soon as we came up with the idea, a lass in the production office just yelled out ‘Hairy Bakers’ and the series was born!”</span></i></b> </span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcxf0PJtufS7gIVN6zwfdvq92DnAAkA_dWEOF71y1ICcIxgtyhyphenhyphen4YIDvg1vOAWKbkxTTDOuKbJ1G9sc-rGhNQHqzIUwftMwH9hDpkrVwstXAgi_0U9RV57T2bORd9_NZFWrWkyFOqPGnHrdpgjFUzwFuSrEOQL7YD2mMicuhqUE_sQhS2_UQ1TZk_5I0/s275/download%20(20).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcxf0PJtufS7gIVN6zwfdvq92DnAAkA_dWEOF71y1ICcIxgtyhyphenhyphen4YIDvg1vOAWKbkxTTDOuKbJ1G9sc-rGhNQHqzIUwftMwH9hDpkrVwstXAgi_0U9RV57T2bORd9_NZFWrWkyFOqPGnHrdpgjFUzwFuSrEOQL7YD2mMicuhqUE_sQhS2_UQ1TZk_5I0/w103-h155/download%20(20).jpg" width="103" /></span></a></div><span><span>The following year their </span><span>six-part series titled <b>'The Hairy Bikers : Mums Know Best'</b> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nEqfLHLDto">(link) </a>was aired and</span><span> invited guests were asked to bring along their favourite family recipes and cooked examples which were compiled for the 'Mums Know Best Recipe Board' for the other mums to copy down. In addition, they were encouraged to bring along their indispensable, old- fashioned, dependable and sometimes unidentifiable kitchen gadgets : potato peelers, soda streams, meat mincers and pastry cutters.</span><span> </span></span><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UrUMoRJIN7embiUOg3Cm4UP3uvh2Q8-osY-_7UadM1UtzGhAzFImQbaYE6L9UL4vQV_JueMEpDBQXoEHsoUJOiRpviutqjwvTnuzazCzrJVftqibFeY9J1mOS-WQB67T8VgrIWKFuWA8BgPBbAMRQ4i6a9eI-6HC4-hdvmc6ZOEpayrRLeOwWbiVZMw/s300/download%20(22).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UrUMoRJIN7embiUOg3Cm4UP3uvh2Q8-osY-_7UadM1UtzGhAzFImQbaYE6L9UL4vQV_JueMEpDBQXoEHsoUJOiRpviutqjwvTnuzazCzrJVftqibFeY9J1mOS-WQB67T8VgrIWKFuWA8BgPBbAMRQ4i6a9eI-6HC4-hdvmc6ZOEpayrRLeOwWbiVZMw/w207-h116/download%20(22).jpg" width="207" /></a></span></span></div><span><span><span>With their popularity now in ascendance, they were commissioned for </span><span>a new 40-episode series, <b>'The Hairy Bikers' Cook Off' </b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaiPkUHAS4M&t=0m30s">(link)</a>, which included a cook off between two families and celebrity guests. Then in 2011 t</span></span><span>hey had signed new contracts with the BBC for another new series which saw the two of them doing what they loved best : a 5000 mile gastronomic road trip across Europe, the <b>'Hairy Bikers' Bakeation'<a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6s8o4q"> </a></b><a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6s8o4q">(link)</a>. Their mission was to discover</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> the best baking on offer across Europe, from Norway, the Low Countries, Germany, Eastern Europe, Austria, Italy and France to Spain.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMQqZVltRAjfjOaEzXlG8poJo-kXFTnTzoC7DaH3IibL-TvV8v-Bgokkyb_uKP3HVvLA1jCYTP4Db8epIz2yKzlR9xvkY_6SRlKrkJZa-HYeg5vDgtkYw2Kq6mnj9payQ2-DVT1sh9v6S8xgo3WSMpqnZk6cuOFdmFHrcwU21309QJXnXmOdB0ddMdE0/s224/download%20(29).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="224" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMQqZVltRAjfjOaEzXlG8poJo-kXFTnTzoC7DaH3IibL-TvV8v-Bgokkyb_uKP3HVvLA1jCYTP4Db8epIz2yKzlR9xvkY_6SRlKrkJZa-HYeg5vDgtkYw2Kq6mnj9payQ2-DVT1sh9v6S8xgo3WSMpqnZk6cuOFdmFHrcwU21309QJXnXmOdB0ddMdE0/w320-h240/download%20(29).jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href=" https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6sbofj?start=2504">(link)</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>At this stage in his life, Dave said of his school art teacher, Mr Eaton : </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I often think about where I’d be if it wasn’t for him. There were three of us in Mr Eaton’s art school gang and we’ve all done alright for ourselves. One became a professional artist and the third is a successful photographer in Hollywood. </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>As for me, he got me into the industry I’m in now. I’ve got him to thank for opening the door to art school, the BBC and for allowing me to do all the bonkers stuff I do now. I’m a very lucky man".</i></b></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Dave recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnD1_26Sy3Ewk32JolhaejKkfbIVR-Zqhv0t0JeHkbLFDWDMrFdRBhRaUaAKyTodCrKF1X8JcoAaWLcS2SqrygMmCpl9nVNWSBXDK-vGghs3eIYSke2S7FXA6lxZsoh4Yd24oM9WZq1aZ8bf3QEQw-eorO0hBAWXd1yRo0v7YTc-j6ec3bGlpxk5cSpVI/s273/download%20(23).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="273" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnD1_26Sy3Ewk32JolhaejKkfbIVR-Zqhv0t0JeHkbLFDWDMrFdRBhRaUaAKyTodCrKF1X8JcoAaWLcS2SqrygMmCpl9nVNWSBXDK-vGghs3eIYSke2S7FXA6lxZsoh4Yd24oM9WZq1aZ8bf3QEQw-eorO0hBAWXd1yRo0v7YTc-j6ec3bGlpxk5cSpVI/w200-h135/download%20(23).jpg" width="200" /></a>"I met Lili, my wife, while we were filming 'The Hairy Bikers in Romania'. She was the manager of the hotel where we stayed. As she escorted Si and me up a spiral staircase, I whispered : "Cor, I really fancy her." And he said : </span><span style="color: #351c75;">"Nah, leave off, mate. She's dead scary".</span></i></b> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span>But Lili and I became pen pals and got married in 2011. The cultural difference has never been an issue – we just get on – and she wasn't in the least fazed by the saucy attention I got competing in 'Strictly Come Dancing' In fact, at my age, she thinks it's vaguely ridiculous".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_u3X3Qoia3YabpX3ecMFUv5Lneak5qbEtyQNNhGTfw-gkeqZuGWDNmA0w6wignfwQtEkuk7ogvewi-6cQECl1DOQ4_tNhN64RkYpNQ_eE-2JMTFvO-OODTtonCeU7E9RSAe2c5z47Cb7YthRMsERBUyWd7O9zIgJu_CrrCWM3kpjSDPQERfYq8y6wRU0/s259/download%20(24).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_u3X3Qoia3YabpX3ecMFUv5Lneak5qbEtyQNNhGTfw-gkeqZuGWDNmA0w6wignfwQtEkuk7ogvewi-6cQECl1DOQ4_tNhN64RkYpNQ_eE-2JMTFvO-OODTtonCeU7E9RSAe2c5z47Cb7YthRMsERBUyWd7O9zIgJu_CrrCWM3kpjSDPQERfYq8y6wRU0/s1600/download%20(24).jpg" width="259" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>More series abroad followed in <b>'The Hairy Biker's Mississippi Adventure'</b> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlM0UToCGiw">(link)</a> and <b>'</b></span><span><b>The Hairy Bikers' Asian Adventure'</b> <a href="https://vimeo.com/103849335">(link)</a>. Dave recalled that when they were in Japan : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I fell in love with Kyoto, which feels like old Japan, full of elegant temples and waterways. We stayed at a traditional ryokan guesthouse, where you sleep on a futon mat, but we were banned from the bathhouses because we had tattoos. There are lots of rules like that and I found it fascinating culturally". </span><span>T</span></span>hey were, incidentally, warmly accepted at a “sumo stable” in Kyoto, where they trained in loincloths alongside the wrestlers, who consumed 20,000 calories a day.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQzfchU4E0OJN71co7lzMIuHixH-vj9VrnrlS1oKdf6mqkIAdCdxqGlz_eWaa5EEnkya0RmllnqcRcy416LP5r-LIeMohuzqGNm9mx5Djfu4HCt1HSz5FzupJGUgZudRufQumPpM0T9jK9oekiZl42nhDeSOkMJwae7wbJc2Bhq9DTc9kHDDb46L1Ksc/s1534/_methode_times_prod_web_bin_000a9a18-b255-411e-a640-12cf1e265ca8.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1022" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQzfchU4E0OJN71co7lzMIuHixH-vj9VrnrlS1oKdf6mqkIAdCdxqGlz_eWaa5EEnkya0RmllnqcRcy416LP5r-LIeMohuzqGNm9mx5Djfu4HCt1HSz5FzupJGUgZudRufQumPpM0T9jK9oekiZl42nhDeSOkMJwae7wbJc2Bhq9DTc9kHDDb46L1Ksc/w104-h156/_methode_times_prod_web_bin_000a9a18-b255-411e-a640-12cf1e265ca8.jpg" width="104" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 2013, Dave appeared on TV's 'Strictly Come Dancing', performing a “Tartan tango” to the tune of The Proclaimers’ I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) with his dance partner, Karen Hauer. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W48F6KpAomM">(link) </a> He became</span>, in the words of the show’s judge Len Goodman : <i><b>“The people’s champion”</b></i>, winning the weekly popular vote despite sometimes low marks from judges and armchair critics deriding his <i>“ungainly boogying”. </i>He didn’t win, but received the longest standing ovation for his Meat Loaf-themed paso doble.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5py2mfBYPg">(link)</a></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMoaIlMj5X788d1pUbgMf5q1185SrFPLTNOJ-YzyTiY3krpLOdx2b7gQLJZCgeXznb9_fknoV18tpuZWyfxsjpAV2Lo2Se991Q0dX99z60CvEpMi1zLUAw9lFNOd-iof6l4ScUBF_C2vYuyCmoOP7K5aDyetT9-IiJGMBp3EnqOectxY9n2hgxZuNFfs/s300/download%20(26).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMoaIlMj5X788d1pUbgMf5q1185SrFPLTNOJ-YzyTiY3krpLOdx2b7gQLJZCgeXznb9_fknoV18tpuZWyfxsjpAV2Lo2Se991Q0dX99z60CvEpMi1zLUAw9lFNOd-iof6l4ScUBF_C2vYuyCmoOP7K5aDyetT9-IiJGMBp3EnqOectxY9n2hgxZuNFfs/w224-h125/download%20(26).jpg" width="224" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 2014 with Si, he </span><span>launched 'The Hairy Bikers Diet Club', which included recipes and tips and tricks to help people to live a healthier and trimmer life, while not starving to be <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"skinny minnies".</span></i></b> </span><span>In 2015, they co-presented <b>'The Nation's Favourite Food'</b> on BBC Two alongside Lorraine Pascale.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaoNueuMKqzhhuJ5RACFjVCSf8qX3YGirN76_mFhS_TQVCq_Rb43tO_hUPtCxh5EodBqfKusO6vcFIi7JCRBxcZf29YkQJtqMnzXylfr_PB9U9fxpu79R8qHzUE9NjnvkiRZG4Dk18N54Yptkb_eeLSItp3XnotLQx3fLcD4OhRofSm76jymvgPXx3Is/s800/fidget.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaoNueuMKqzhhuJ5RACFjVCSf8qX3YGirN76_mFhS_TQVCq_Rb43tO_hUPtCxh5EodBqfKusO6vcFIi7JCRBxcZf29YkQJtqMnzXylfr_PB9U9fxpu79R8qHzUE9NjnvkiRZG4Dk18N54Yptkb_eeLSItp3XnotLQx3fLcD4OhRofSm76jymvgPXx3Is/w180-h101/fidget.jpg" width="180" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Dave said, with his usual enthusiasm : </span><span><b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">“We'd spent two-and-a-half years going around the world investigating other people's cultures. We wanted to get back to our roots and celebrate the food culture we have in Britain. It's just as much an exploration of wonderment for us as it is for the viewers to discover all these local foods. There are some amazing cultural dishes in the UK that have been cooked for hundreds of years that have nearly been forgotten about. We want to revive those great old recipes. Have you heard of</span><span> Shropshire's fidget pie</span><span style="color: #990000;">, <i>for instance?</i></span></b> <a href="https://www.hairybikers.com/recipes/view/shropshire-fidget-pie">(link) </a> </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>It's based around gammon and cooking apples with potatoes, sage and onions. Delicious. We've discovered lots of great dishes like that”.</i></b></span></span><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_JvRnOMpZwoS2eFOkpkU8ysOg0M1mZ0Z-ecbRwEhY8AsaOhzKqM0-a4M2J-9_Yh2tiicqfZQHn5XSqeIs1sBsUKb_p4gocQBxLjhF2ucvDaBFJqbTI0yPOz5incC59BwfS_UQXzwNFfUzc0WeJpKgrQh1eU5KgaERASy1CoHbU8lDePnBswMQBRSw5o/s1600/somersetchicken_91978_16x9.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_JvRnOMpZwoS2eFOkpkU8ysOg0M1mZ0Z-ecbRwEhY8AsaOhzKqM0-a4M2J-9_Yh2tiicqfZQHn5XSqeIs1sBsUKb_p4gocQBxLjhF2ucvDaBFJqbTI0yPOz5incC59BwfS_UQXzwNFfUzc0WeJpKgrQh1eU5KgaERASy1CoHbU8lDePnBswMQBRSw5o/w177-h99/somersetchicken_91978_16x9.jpg" width="177" /></span></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIim1PsR4vCCOzdKoqZi3QkXysA_cVJM8VExgveIlc29fG-4Y3U8DUIBmsBWp_Tye2VIbLxkzaJYh6I0qxUINZ-gfY-WGTNbH0neb-0JNyKPcTxy4wxLBwGJ3bdB67W8aqk1vQfo0wXAsLsSEbBNiaCo0LSCl1IwNkIvh_WINJGmrEiAYzSZIWorluu0/s800/cullen-skink%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIim1PsR4vCCOzdKoqZi3QkXysA_cVJM8VExgveIlc29fG-4Y3U8DUIBmsBWp_Tye2VIbLxkzaJYh6I0qxUINZ-gfY-WGTNbH0neb-0JNyKPcTxy4wxLBwGJ3bdB67W8aqk1vQfo0wXAsLsSEbBNiaCo0LSCl1IwNkIvh_WINJGmrEiAYzSZIWorluu0/w185-h106/cullen-skink%20(1).jpg" width="185" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><p></p>He continued with his eulogy : </span><span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“In Cornwall, we made proper </i><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">Cornish pasties at the Edenproject; we have made Malvern pudding, Cheshire cheese soup in the jaguar house at Chester Zoo;</i><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cullen Skink soup</span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> in </i></span></span></span><span><span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">Moray.</i><a href="https://www.hairybikers.com/recipes/view/cullen-skink">(link)</a> <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">In Scarborough we made my mum's Yorkshire pudding with Si's Mam's gravy; in Wales we </i></span></span></span><span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">made Carmathenshire cockles, laver bread and Welsh salty bacon; in Somerset we cooked</i><b> Somerset chicken,</b><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> a traditional dish heavy with apples.</i><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/somersetchicken_91978">(link) </a><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">These are dishes born out of the land and generations of cooks perfecting the recipes”.</i></span> He said that by the end of the series : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"We had </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>ridden 15,000 miles on our motorbikes – a proper food tour of Britain”.</i></b></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlMlMQdOKn_XXgkhHh6FXxnPACOk8A5ZCPDwbkGCJoWjBFyRltLEJn03HOlGXonCJ18r8H3146b5r3VgeYJ_GTIKEPrCr3m-rzi1pt55BE2EaweI_GwATdPSfXYEjopGiw4gR5Tq-GhUcPbDK-CnGkQZnh44QwnlDCjA-zLEI6H0yVPf27mDKkG2MOAI/s1280/hbgw_fbtwitter_post_tx.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlMlMQdOKn_XXgkhHh6FXxnPACOk8A5ZCPDwbkGCJoWjBFyRltLEJn03HOlGXonCJ18r8H3146b5r3VgeYJ_GTIKEPrCr3m-rzi1pt55BE2EaweI_GwATdPSfXYEjopGiw4gR5Tq-GhUcPbDK-CnGkQZnh44QwnlDCjA-zLEI6H0yVPf27mDKkG2MOAI/w299-h168/hbgw_fbtwitter_post_tx.jpg" width="299" /></a></div>In 2022, Dave revealed that he had been diagnosed with cancer and had been undergoing chemotherapy treatment. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c30ewWwOWXI&t=10m0s">(link)</a> </span></span><span>He had recovered sufficient strength to handle his motor bike, by the summer of 2023, to take part in this </span><span>seven-part series for BBC which saw him reunite with Si to make <b>'The Hairy Bikers Go West'.</b> They traveled together down the we</span><span>st coast of Scotland and through Lancashire, Merseyside, North Wales, Bristol and finally Devon and Dorset.<a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8tgkgg">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>It was to be, in part, a valediction </span><span>that took the bikers to places that had shaped them,</span><span> </span><span>with Dave even making an emotional homecoming to the county where he was born. Along the way they </span><span>explored these changing areas through restaurants, recipes and inventive new food entrepreneurs. It was appropriate that they traveled their last </span><span>600 miles together on their quest to explore and reveal hidden culinary gems and as usual, the series was replete with recipes : from </span><span>Chicken Balmoral with truffle mash, poached lobster served with Scottish Bucatini pasta, to Lambchop pakoras with traditional Persian rice and a Lancashire Butter and Potato Pie.</span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">With Dave's passing Si said : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: medium;"><i><b>“I will miss him every day and the bond and friendship we shared over half a lifetime. I wish you God's speed brother. You are and will remain a beacon in this world. See you on the other side. Love ya”.</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When once asked how he would like to be remembered ? Dave had replied with perfect self-effacement : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><b>“Oh, just as a bloke that 'had a go' really. I’ve been lucky enough to do the dreams. And sometimes the nicest thing about our programmes – you look at our shows, and it’s like going away with your best mate. It takes you out of yourself and you learn a bit and if people remember that about me, I’ll be well happy".</b></i></span></p><p><b style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4ufJecH7WGl1fVlubUobUMRS45KpbW2k8i9-OePsnt_atqaH2p1-H0_qLFlrDcBNtC-0cgaPc_5YgQ2fuUqfRGMDIOVXDS7QzxSkfyNuse19Ujeeh37WEnjhB86CjYYjeECEMyz4ehgniIQ1Z2j9bcPSRh2mxL0ft8q08Rbx2MXu0H-tIG_AkuomQ5s/s900/GHxcKSoW4AAzOnE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="900" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4ufJecH7WGl1fVlubUobUMRS45KpbW2k8i9-OePsnt_atqaH2p1-H0_qLFlrDcBNtC-0cgaPc_5YgQ2fuUqfRGMDIOVXDS7QzxSkfyNuse19Ujeeh37WEnjhB86CjYYjeECEMyz4ehgniIQ1Z2j9bcPSRh2mxL0ft8q08Rbx2MXu0H-tIG_AkuomQ5s/s320/GHxcKSoW4AAzOnE.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-85613583047740329432024-02-04T09:49:00.000-08:002024-02-04T09:56:05.676-08:00Britain says "Goodbye" to its Photographic Genius, Brian Griffin<div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMl0Cm7Jy2jqAAe6OQUy8EpHnPbqRB0pb2BXAbqNTyzDSsfWp-RfiAteTT2xGtJ7PWtpon4N8owvjvEwchna7aFZM9lemDOM0VpYNRkqsHnw0VJjelnSo5AHsqSorGDZxIQQtGsc0d6yR-rwIy8-WAsq0hpPMDl_MZftYPrAxJ-CEHnjmV5REpIx4_Nc/s286/D6P_5361-Payback-artist-and-photographer-Brian-Griffin-Photo-%C2%A9-Brian-Benson,-2016-Image-courtesy-DACS-632px.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="195" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMl0Cm7Jy2jqAAe6OQUy8EpHnPbqRB0pb2BXAbqNTyzDSsfWp-RfiAteTT2xGtJ7PWtpon4N8owvjvEwchna7aFZM9lemDOM0VpYNRkqsHnw0VJjelnSo5AHsqSorGDZxIQQtGsc0d6yR-rwIy8-WAsq0hpPMDl_MZftYPrAxJ-CEHnjmV5REpIx4_Nc/w71-h106/D6P_5361-Payback-artist-and-photographer-Brian-Griffin-Photo-%C2%A9-Brian-Benson,-2016-Image-courtesy-DACS-632px.jpg" width="71" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div>Brian, who has died at the age of seventy-five was called '<span><b><i>The most </i></b></span><span><b><i>unpredictable and influential British portrait photographer of the last decades'</i></b></span><span><b><i> </i></b>by the British Journal of Photography in 2005, and<i> </i><b><i>'One of Britain’s most influential photographers</i>'</b> by the World Photography Organization in 2015. </span></div><div><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>* * * * * * * </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukGZNPXB_8So3tiVlkGGSLBUBdcRzGzCw6UX25Hx-JwqjcueAqidon41hz2T13rbtNQOwuezDV1YHAGQIqCpVbm3h0qlS_aHhZotq3IHeMikqt9N8Fb9Ag1gGC83nc6vMkbfE9qBcDxg8aBccCGVT0JghSxtsEgRV-vOUHKpQSYgR-fzrIqTyEv63Fyc/w139-h92/HALESOWENTECH.jpg" width="139" /></a><span>He </span><span>was born, just after the end of the Second World War, into a working class family of factory workers on a sunny Spring day in 1948 in the bomb damaged industrial Midlands city of <b>Birmingham. </b></span><span style="font-family: times;">At the age of eleven he passed his 11+ exam and didn't go to a grammar school for boys, but attended <b>Halesowen Technical School, </b>created in the 1940s to teach 'technical' subjects such as mechanics and engineering and prepare students to work in related trades. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">In 1964 left school at the age of sixteen and </span><span style="font-family: times;">he began his apprenticeship as a draughtsman in a metal engineering factory </span><span style="font-family: times;">making conveyors. </span><span style="font-family: times;">His parents were against him working there, so he played with the idea of doing something more exciting, like many teenagers at the time, of becoming a fighter pilot, a speedway rider, or something more creative like a painter. In fact he </span><span style="font-family: times;">was encouraged by the foreman to join the local photographic society. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=0m30s">(link)</a></span></div></span></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WjnAFQTt7K-eeZoc9fcYqRl-w1CPmpKNeASUByYFEShKBEHDSojYdXSMQ2WadUq6j1WnDkBWTnbMC_GyNTSP5Q6x3owKN_4MhTEvHeZatJsMvh20WZ5LSaz5b6QCvlEzN2sUHTQ0LzfRfLlWIfYVxQhE2jgrAPhvLp1cHw6eVuqtM-h9K9RR_F7ds8k/s1200/S7PTKODUGRFTFIURRO3IXXKHAY%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WjnAFQTt7K-eeZoc9fcYqRl-w1CPmpKNeASUByYFEShKBEHDSojYdXSMQ2WadUq6j1WnDkBWTnbMC_GyNTSP5Q6x3owKN_4MhTEvHeZatJsMvh20WZ5LSaz5b6QCvlEzN2sUHTQ0LzfRfLlWIfYVxQhE2jgrAPhvLp1cHw6eVuqtM-h9K9RR_F7ds8k/w205-h154/S7PTKODUGRFTFIURRO3IXXKHAY%20(1).jpg" width="205" /></a></div>Many years later, when Brian was fêted as one of Britain's greatest photographers he paid homage to the Black Country where he had spent his youth : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"The Black Country was black and white. I didn't see any colour in the Black Country when I was a boy. I didn't see any colour at all. It was all black and white - an expressionist movie really, living there. All the hot steel; all the rolling mills; all the sound. I loved the music there - the music from all the machines; all the forges and the wonderful light from the hot steel. It marries itself so well to black and white photography that would, it seemed to be like, a black and white world. The Black Country made me what I am. It gave me all those inspirations, those motivations in regards to all my life in photography "</b></span></i>.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=20m09s">(link)</a></span></div><div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiCCAOhG9MiLxLUuv_j8sRWLP72rwhiMMb1YfdAQ1gb0PXgkVoVzWi473H2B5EnmCsTZ_oG_eJvloMXPt7ICEDFzROcCqoR1Beg3Prg4M7mqq0nGFImTzQJAycT6GZorCiatEQT9Z8C0eEwlr80jWqU9K5FNzJZjmVGLW4PmQsMydmVonFvls2qibjjo/s219/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="219" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiCCAOhG9MiLxLUuv_j8sRWLP72rwhiMMb1YfdAQ1gb0PXgkVoVzWi473H2B5EnmCsTZ_oG_eJvloMXPt7ICEDFzROcCqoR1Beg3Prg4M7mqq0nGFImTzQJAycT6GZorCiatEQT9Z8C0eEwlr80jWqU9K5FNzJZjmVGLW4PmQsMydmVonFvls2qibjjo/w172-h168/download%20(9).jpg" width="172" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">He raised his horizon when he finished his apprenticeship at the age of twenty-one in 1969. He recalled seeing the rats running along side the canal and realised that was pretty much what life had in store for him – a lifetime of routine and work that he’d seen his parents endure. So </span><span style="font-family: times;">he made the step which would change the course of his life when, as he said : </span><span style="font-family: times;">: </span><span style="font-family: times;"><span><i><b><span style="color: #990000;">“I put some pictures in a Boots photo album and tried to get a place at an art college. I got into </span>Manchester Polytechnic<span style="color: #990000;">. I was 21 and, to be honest, I wasn’t that interested in photography. It was a form of escape”.</span></b></i> </span><span>It was here that </span></span><span style="font-family: times;">he learnt the crisp technical skills that have made his photographic images of precision and clarity which became his professional hall mark in the years that followed.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>When he graduated in 1972 he found it incredibly difficult to get started as a photographer and said : <span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"</i></b></span></span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">People just didn’t want to give jobs to a young lad and there weren’t many photography jobs to come by in the first place. In the late sixties photography wasn’t a terribly fashionable thing to do, it wasn’t something anyone desired to do”.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=2m09s">(link)</a></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">S</span><span style="font-family: times;">u</span><span style="font-family: times;">rprisingly, when Brian later spoke about the </span><span style="font-family: times;">influences</span><span style="font-family: times;"> on his </span><span style="font-family: times;">work</span><span style="font-family: times;"> he said : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Looking at the history of cinema, especially German and French cinema, it just fed my imagination and also the surrealist painters at that time. I've always been very close to painting. I've not been close to photography. I've always led a a slightly detached life as a photographer, from photographers. I've always been closer to artists, I like to feel. I feel I've reached the point where I sort of jump into photography to get my idea across. It's not something which is second nature to me. I'm more interested in other art forms much more than I am in my own art form".</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=4m24s" style="font-family: times;">(l</a><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=4m24s" style="font-family: times;">ink)</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;">Brian recalled in 2010, when he was a </span><span style="font-family: times;">successful</span><span style="font-family: times;"> sixty-two year old :<span style="color: #990000;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: times; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"As a photographer you've got to work 24/7 every year of your life and never give up because at times it gets so bad, so horrible and unbelievably difficult and that's why some one my age, since I'm a senior person in British photography now, never reach my age in photography. They go off and make furniture or babies or whatever they do, estate agents, because you've got to stick at it. And it's just unbelievably difficult, but the rewards are </span></span></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">immense". </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fGDBMYSCQc&t=0m03s">(link)</a></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHf9Ggl8NXickFqj_v21stMWveQeNGiIoUt4aTCajvQACxFx6WzU5Y1dgu70zDRhm6IfLDHB971y1F6P4LW0KPckx9bX3MhoTQt1QLlgJQ7MlALsbsLQcWS74p98QOFTDUGAi3PoF0TzoQHfaIipBeEIxOPFAv9kDVGcIZLwUVUD2HAaiJdRHUN7lB6QI/s246/Screenshot%20(105).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-family: times; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="208" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHf9Ggl8NXickFqj_v21stMWveQeNGiIoUt4aTCajvQACxFx6WzU5Y1dgu70zDRhm6IfLDHB971y1F6P4LW0KPckx9bX3MhoTQt1QLlgJQ7MlALsbsLQcWS74p98QOFTDUGAi3PoF0TzoQHfaIipBeEIxOPFAv9kDVGcIZLwUVUD2HAaiJdRHUN7lB6QI/w101-h120/Screenshot%20(105).png" width="101" /></span></a></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW08Ta6i7-jzwMWe35ycYodxSeIfIW4_-z4J2Jd9MH0yb9k9-ZdWNx67ZVlxfreSqzDFbEVldgaE50n8VYp3my3-HvLPFk0Fp1XifLHntLUzt7HyNnpoc2onaRaC5fMboP_bvWoztHvpUbJsQWlDWTx3ha_mAsHQAmP05tdP0swbb-3fa-tm01mU6aFXw/s274/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="274" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW08Ta6i7-jzwMWe35ycYodxSeIfIW4_-z4J2Jd9MH0yb9k9-ZdWNx67ZVlxfreSqzDFbEVldgaE50n8VYp3my3-HvLPFk0Fp1XifLHntLUzt7HyNnpoc2onaRaC5fMboP_bvWoztHvpUbJsQWlDWTx3ha_mAsHQAmP05tdP0swbb-3fa-tm01mU6aFXw/w187-h126/download%20(6).jpg" width="187" /></a><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span>His first big break came when he went to work as a </span></span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><span>photographer on a business publication called<b> 'Management Today' </b>where he said his</span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: times;">shot of a ballroom dancer got him the job. It was </span><span style="font-family: times;"><span>he came under the influence of an Art Director called Roland Schenck. Brian recalle</span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><span>d says that Schenck would send him back time and again to take pictures or shoot portraits until he returned with something fresh, stylish and distinctive. He shot <b>'Rush Hour. London Bridge' </b>for the magazine in 1974.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=5m21s">(link)</a></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnidtm90q1L3TAJXQq5UTecWmDUOp0_bGtDPNxT4mhmWKWFBhxJcsmB7FZnVcQDDabvqyYvbA-Q6R3sDv0HPju5dq2xEKrwxddZ549u-9I2PqE9qoEZvclB67smWfZIqqbFFEOq-k-lblZ3zDgPEm7YngL3xNPQcHLR4jBLCvq00EkVKcdoC0D1fgV5t8/s1024/_132500144_rush_hour_london-bridge_1974.jpg%20(1).webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="1024" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnidtm90q1L3TAJXQq5UTecWmDUOp0_bGtDPNxT4mhmWKWFBhxJcsmB7FZnVcQDDabvqyYvbA-Q6R3sDv0HPju5dq2xEKrwxddZ549u-9I2PqE9qoEZvclB67smWfZIqqbFFEOq-k-lblZ3zDgPEm7YngL3xNPQcHLR4jBLCvq00EkVKcdoC0D1fgV5t8/s320/_132500144_rush_hour_london-bridge_1974.jpg%20(1).webp" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian later recalled : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I'd grown up in the Black Country. It's all black and white, heavy shadows and I started with the inspiration they gave me - when to use bright light etc. Through the back of the cab, the metropolis shot was the shot that I found when I left college, was the shot that I found I could become a photographer. I was over the moon when I'd taken that picture. I was about to go down on my knees on London Bridge, pray to God : "Thank you Dear Lord". Maybe I can make it in photography".</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=5m21s">(link)</a></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>When London became the centre of a business boom, Brian became a highly sought after photographer for corporate clients, shooting major projects for businesses as he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span></span><b style="font-family: times;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">Accountancy Age, Computing, Marketing, all those kinds of magazines”.</span></i></b></span></p><p></p><div><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Brian said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I was a creative person, I felt, I was far more capable than just clicking the shutter. I’d grown up in my late teens engineering, so I was quite good at maths and all that stuff. I found the analogue side of photography quite easy, so that suited me. Secondly, I wanted photography to be more than just capturing something. You could create your own environment, your own set. I’ve always been desperate to make photography more than just being a photographer. We were the dirty raincoat brigade in the 60s. It was really looked at as pretty low-brow". </span></i></b></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8MY-fSO2g8_NNdeMeccQV9M9Ku1IO4fBbsR4INv-QsNnorz-H5g9ROrX1dqGaLC_5rOpJMTgQ0sFgFUMckAHE0VeAWDX-Ig8pwvQDj4ujZACZGMEXvw1C6YUGZ51W5Is_8UbMpbHDZO31B4w3-FNjJigRY__1JSfK1TxdCzoOr3Of7MOnXjQ6iBLqlA/s1796/Brian-Griffin-8.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="1796" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8MY-fSO2g8_NNdeMeccQV9M9Ku1IO4fBbsR4INv-QsNnorz-H5g9ROrX1dqGaLC_5rOpJMTgQ0sFgFUMckAHE0VeAWDX-Ig8pwvQDj4ujZACZGMEXvw1C6YUGZ51W5Is_8UbMpbHDZO31B4w3-FNjJigRY__1JSfK1TxdCzoOr3Of7MOnXjQ6iBLqlA/w213-h146/Brian-Griffin-8.webp" width="213" /></span></a></div></div><div><span><span style="font-family: times;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>Brian said : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I was</span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> aware that I had a very different way of looking at things and that my own style was ‘not of the time’. I shot on black & white Ilford film and colour and, if you look at my images from that time, I do think there’s a remarkable stillness to them". </i><b>(Traffic Island. Wandsworth)</b></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSL4iLrmKrEHXUkoW3AKbMyWLlGGF1PZ_2Au6OyFKeh8rzvpQSnky0sutMOcsWby1roGrAjC7FTWHKVdfG80h0eD4PiKDhsA6M8ZoT0xVhEqihXz6R11A4g_hzJ4m7WUZUfN1LWaVdBT9nq1YCdzT9e9fvIY2i4SvQd_UEg-5xx6gtJpUzi-ZYuTsNNew/s278/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="278" height="73" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSL4iLrmKrEHXUkoW3AKbMyWLlGGF1PZ_2Au6OyFKeh8rzvpQSnky0sutMOcsWby1roGrAjC7FTWHKVdfG80h0eD4PiKDhsA6M8ZoT0xVhEqihXz6R11A4g_hzJ4m7WUZUfN1LWaVdBT9nq1YCdzT9e9fvIY2i4SvQd_UEg-5xx6gtJpUzi-ZYuTsNNew/w111-h73/download%20(10).jpg" width="111" /></a></div><span style="color: #990000;">“I started to do advertising, editorial and music when I got my first studio, which was in </span>Rotherhithe Street,<span style="color: #990000;"> London, in 1980. </span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;">I was technically quite adept because I’d studied engineering, so during the analogue days I was right ‘on it’ mathematically with exposures and all sorts of stuff. I could really get on top of things, hone my technical virtuosity and I made a great success in the ’80s through this studio. You need a studio to get really deep into photography and the analogue days helped with this because you could build multiple exposures and exciting things”.</span></i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span style="font-family: times;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">After Margaret Thatcher came to power as Prime Minister in 1979, t</span><span>o capture the heroes and victims of what became known as Thatcherism and Globalization, Brian created a new photographic style, which became known as 'Capitalist Realism' and parodied the earlier 'Socialist Realism'. He undertook a major project in the City of London in Broadgate.<a href="https://www.briangriffin.co.uk/photography/projects/st-pancras-hs1/man-train~461">(link)</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He recalled that he : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A6J7cqzI6Dh2qF-19yCV21iKOFfdt9tX7rImWF0-1wjXvdsqfsbj0d8fTbK_rQqwAiFXZzggGIgoyuQM0z-46a5EeGLesarUIrjhtNIXOEa2W3SyD8-fHtYIhvsyLaqO-CPdwV5W33Us8A0k6EiGuuKG2bGbv0BfyCA70OwCxsrjpI1oTuhEvaNyqkE/s226/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="226" data-original-width="223" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A6J7cqzI6Dh2qF-19yCV21iKOFfdt9tX7rImWF0-1wjXvdsqfsbj0d8fTbK_rQqwAiFXZzggGIgoyuQM0z-46a5EeGLesarUIrjhtNIXOEa2W3SyD8-fHtYIhvsyLaqO-CPdwV5W33Us8A0k6EiGuuKG2bGbv0BfyCA70OwCxsrjpI1oTuhEvaNyqkE/w121-h123/download%20(11).jpg" width="121" /></a>Did all this photography of the workers building this massive site near Liverpool Street Station and it became a famous piece of work, primarily because most people went interested in photographing workers, businessmen at the time and it became extremely well-known. it formed the body of work in a book called '</span>Work'.<span style="color: #990000;"> 'Work' was voted in 1991, 'The Best Photographic Book in the World', which was extraordinary, at the 'Barcelona Primavera Fotografica' . It was also exhibited at the National Portrait Gallery for a few months". </span></i></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJk-h0v6ZjFhaYF0XZJbvMx8Sh6iqdnhoaxepWe5eq6EN42LJd-yfkX7TdCRWIRNg-MrHaPdFLf5FkG8QRNjzwt2H3tLErdtVPZj4_j3xPIDyuln0g4ZaKZ13GjNJXeH0Y9XEYVmiu3iElQ9jvXFnI2FlMCMa7HLHigBfBPEQnDHV1BSxJN-C261QxxEU/s229/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="229" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJk-h0v6ZjFhaYF0XZJbvMx8Sh6iqdnhoaxepWe5eq6EN42LJd-yfkX7TdCRWIRNg-MrHaPdFLf5FkG8QRNjzwt2H3tLErdtVPZj4_j3xPIDyuln0g4ZaKZ13GjNJXeH0Y9XEYVmiu3iElQ9jvXFnI2FlMCMa7HLHigBfBPEQnDHV1BSxJN-C261QxxEU/w237-h228/download%20(7).jpg" width="237" /></span></a></div><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span><i><br /></i></span></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhppgpRpaOl9tmHLXu2iw-5biAD3DifAtdvDdlEAL9VK3uXXyH7rHGdNi23e8LIQ1Xh8dSHyocAOex5zCGzztWI2YAam93Qyl9RDP6vDXTrZ1Z5pnQwXD3vnJIBXh9nLJKjNSdiOOFIW0eI7D4KYSZEUDvR6NdiYxobwcwN843U87F8fHSLz57Np7X1o/s912/38287389291_6c6636e112_o.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="889" data-original-width="912" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhppgpRpaOl9tmHLXu2iw-5biAD3DifAtdvDdlEAL9VK3uXXyH7rHGdNi23e8LIQ1Xh8dSHyocAOex5zCGzztWI2YAam93Qyl9RDP6vDXTrZ1Z5pnQwXD3vnJIBXh9nLJKjNSdiOOFIW0eI7D4KYSZEUDvR6NdiYxobwcwN843U87F8fHSLz57Np7X1o/w214-h208/38287389291_6c6636e112_o.png" width="214" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><br /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhppgpRpaOl9tmHLXu2iw-5biAD3DifAtdvDdlEAL9VK3uXXyH7rHGdNi23e8LIQ1Xh8dSHyocAOex5zCGzztWI2YAam93Qyl9RDP6vDXTrZ1Z5pnQwXD3vnJIBXh9nLJKjNSdiOOFIW0eI7D4KYSZEUDvR6NdiYxobwcwN843U87F8fHSLz57Np7X1o/s912/38287389291_6c6636e112_o.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XxRabsY4r1oLX4W0LxNLKq5V-Ms2aAASqOQ6RMWmwTvjzIdLKpvU-2s1Q8e2DZP1QSyFIFdrdtmkzfodTCLJzAqbYfXH2K1wIgVoW2HcSoRGTjSA4OuihtR8lK-XEamV38hmW5M2DpXpylIo9LUm9tMcT6nTe9lrSV7egRG_tCQd5gjL1-mA7_8tbZQ/s925/2024-02-02.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="925" height="102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XxRabsY4r1oLX4W0LxNLKq5V-Ms2aAASqOQ6RMWmwTvjzIdLKpvU-2s1Q8e2DZP1QSyFIFdrdtmkzfodTCLJzAqbYfXH2K1wIgVoW2HcSoRGTjSA4OuihtR8lK-XEamV38hmW5M2DpXpylIo9LUm9tMcT6nTe9lrSV7egRG_tCQd5gjL1-mA7_8tbZQ/w276-h102/2024-02-02.png" width="276" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KVYIevO1Otb9VF_G9dooCc3IJdc0t-f49mra6w2Uc4lAhcBe-8-Dv_z3FjWBAjNdDh6R-mKhIcQVELM78ouYBqR7SGych9dSL4SncHJELRIf6W1JEnUF0mfLhlpzXVFnzeD9HHsqRU3rnUmAwVoGkHAn6Tk7QAYuIKRWbL2HFvGyEjoV3xpikyxTaR8/s500/38255502592_a6b202fde7.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="500" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KVYIevO1Otb9VF_G9dooCc3IJdc0t-f49mra6w2Uc4lAhcBe-8-Dv_z3FjWBAjNdDh6R-mKhIcQVELM78ouYBqR7SGych9dSL4SncHJELRIf6W1JEnUF0mfLhlpzXVFnzeD9HHsqRU3rnUmAwVoGkHAn6Tk7QAYuIKRWbL2HFvGyEjoV3xpikyxTaR8/w191-h149/38255502592_a6b202fde7.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOjjVwWI7tsvpfazCOb6WYlvBDUV4nFuuKdfS19o-4MD9DAQjfi0OG_QST8BBfgNsfZATeLZ-TxcuMR9sAzl7BeyDiSA7OlnotgsPrv9A1ZXmcf_po-rDrAWjg88PRJdBvLf1AY3sQAWhKDtWBQSMcsdg2dIV5CgFz30hEvPwfIGCgRQOSnZvjiEjILc/s680/hWfgB43J.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="680" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOjjVwWI7tsvpfazCOb6WYlvBDUV4nFuuKdfS19o-4MD9DAQjfi0OG_QST8BBfgNsfZATeLZ-TxcuMR9sAzl7BeyDiSA7OlnotgsPrv9A1ZXmcf_po-rDrAWjg88PRJdBvLf1AY3sQAWhKDtWBQSMcsdg2dIV5CgFz30hEvPwfIGCgRQOSnZvjiEjILc/w152-h152/hWfgB43J.jpg" width="152" /></a><span style="font-family: times;">* Liam. Steel erector</span></div><div>* Carpenter </div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">* Train carrying tunnel workers under London </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">* Big Bang.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=12m28s">(link)</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">* Felix Hyde. Foreman</span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: times;">* Alasdair Cathcart. Contract Manager</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: times;">* Augvidas Baradinsksa. General labourer</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjxcVmcjE-t6zn366aOQqT8paDvyV0J13z9limYEJTgrSeNVfvO1gTSD1c91jIXFXwjj2u3PAO-bHHlHdItLw9NnpqXzYhJ47VEhqEBtr8jEv5-_v4atUoK6RiE4BKlobyfcx5pktC1mgybGTIue14qmLXLqfkthYYYT24A0J6lShASVuh2JjPqt50L8/s680/NPqzpZUM.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="680" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjxcVmcjE-t6zn366aOQqT8paDvyV0J13z9limYEJTgrSeNVfvO1gTSD1c91jIXFXwjj2u3PAO-bHHlHdItLw9NnpqXzYhJ47VEhqEBtr8jEv5-_v4atUoK6RiE4BKlobyfcx5pktC1mgybGTIue14qmLXLqfkthYYYT24A0J6lShASVuh2JjPqt50L8/w234-h176/NPqzpZUM.jpg" width="234" /></span></a></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgF4KkCRnufHDQf83bjvwGeYBmEDDKJI8b7WyRQAYSbyxVtx07epSOq9-bpJubIrEAAMWYskw_6pgSKkmcyBFWI_uSuRnd_sMvmWUZK2gj0x7QCJrXm_LYGTdr1Q3oKYBRTy96KwNmAtr0YD66xLDbHJajQRSVneBJG6dt2MfVIAL7RyAdwzv8pZmP6g/s680/hz9LCD2d.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="680" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgF4KkCRnufHDQf83bjvwGeYBmEDDKJI8b7WyRQAYSbyxVtx07epSOq9-bpJubIrEAAMWYskw_6pgSKkmcyBFWI_uSuRnd_sMvmWUZK2gj0x7QCJrXm_LYGTdr1Q3oKYBRTy96KwNmAtr0YD66xLDbHJajQRSVneBJG6dt2MfVIAL7RyAdwzv8pZmP6g/w198-h187/hz9LCD2d.jpg" width="198" /></span></a><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Brian said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Its a very difficult thing photographing people, particularly people who have not been photographed very much. A photographer who is going to hang around for two to three hours and really go at it for two or three hours at you and really try to develop something up. It's new to these people and I have to control them to a certain extent in order to control them and in order to the situation". </span></i></b></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">He said he had to be : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Extremely, extremely observant watching all their mannerisms, the way they react between each other. Watching how they interact between each other. Watching how they relate together, how they feel together and I source that attitude from one experience or two and always get public transport. I use public transport all the time. I watch people do the most basic things in life. So I'm fascinated when I have a group of people in front of me, observing the minutiae about them and I apply all that minutiae into the group shot".</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghto6XI5xt1ELalxdW0qMQimfVM2PMO8BV5g7XtEL_yB_tNpkV6VwbovD-MV0JL35L2GSXEcRvQyx8Vd4-j4TV-Ht0Gxv0gC9NAe43MadKQOgyFPfpFCG4VzaTFNXZjjBif03Hf_vZR51CFgtz-9z79fWlz1Tdj99WM4E1PNpv2k9SxZVfHDJOQZjzUnE/s242/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="208" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghto6XI5xt1ELalxdW0qMQimfVM2PMO8BV5g7XtEL_yB_tNpkV6VwbovD-MV0JL35L2GSXEcRvQyx8Vd4-j4TV-Ht0Gxv0gC9NAe43MadKQOgyFPfpFCG4VzaTFNXZjjBif03Hf_vZR51CFgtz-9z79fWlz1Tdj99WM4E1PNpv2k9SxZVfHDJOQZjzUnE/w120-h140/images%20(2).jpg" width="120" /></a></div>The other important strand in his career centred on his work for the music industry. He recalled that : </span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>“Post-punk bands tended to dress quite smartly and were quite fashion-conscious. I thought they looked just like the businessman I was photographing, so I wondered if I could get a job shooting music".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpN9pSYs5xg7RQThJiHSv1uiB1fKOqCQlQcuS68r-AdyWR1lZpUjJLYedxVi7-yX0FawdmQOURC10qq8e8hCjDC8CPeQcLM6dWF26JJlC-3q0pKYHekBWKK1aRtkp9nBNxtbC07uMwP5WKWFS_GfQBbrvQ7_NLIQNOq9fMY5fqYRTuFJryU_jj8IfIPHg/s300/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpN9pSYs5xg7RQThJiHSv1uiB1fKOqCQlQcuS68r-AdyWR1lZpUjJLYedxVi7-yX0FawdmQOURC10qq8e8hCjDC8CPeQcLM6dWF26JJlC-3q0pKYHekBWKK1aRtkp9nBNxtbC07uMwP5WKWFS_GfQBbrvQ7_NLIQNOq9fMY5fqYRTuFJryU_jj8IfIPHg/w211-h118/download%20(12).jpg" width="211" /></a></b></i> </span>He discovered that Elvis Costello was signed to the indie label Stiff Records, based in Notting Hill, London, and so visited them. Brian said :<span><span style="color: #990000;"> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I got my first cover through going to see </span>Dave Robinson<span style="color: #990000;"> at Stiff Records. It wasn’t because I loved music or wanted to photograph bands. I just wanted to expand my repertoire and source of income. </span></i></b></span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">But, like all the best choices I’ve ever made in life, it was the most basic decision. I liked music, so I just made the basic decision to go to a record company. I looked at Elvis Costello and he wore a suit and tie and that, and I thought, ‘well I could do a good picture of him, he looks interesting with those horn rim glasses’. He looked just like an everyday person, which he was. It was a basic, obvious choice".</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=6m13s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4C6oeCA6BcJiQ5ZsZUPpHL09SgsExl6hc20oHtWQjn5UXY3qE9ft_L84JNifgFjxvPeyXTLoIo-2R7wynNomr9jMMySFHpMNk14qeNC_R0EWQ2c61PyuFlKX-4bI36CEVzuSlqPOtZq2TKC-lJ7BuaGB_ErvtUk12KDbTotXn7vWgw1Io8hMjHo0rino/s225/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="224" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4C6oeCA6BcJiQ5ZsZUPpHL09SgsExl6hc20oHtWQjn5UXY3qE9ft_L84JNifgFjxvPeyXTLoIo-2R7wynNomr9jMMySFHpMNk14qeNC_R0EWQ2c61PyuFlKX-4bI36CEVzuSlqPOtZq2TKC-lJ7BuaGB_ErvtUk12KDbTotXn7vWgw1Io8hMjHo0rino/w184-h185/download%20(13).jpg" width="184" /></a></div></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEL9dUsfkxRL0bVcE6vbpz1USfBf3pVk_mCFQZ5kduH6rLNr6H61h_HZUnjoqFNiWO8bASsKWK8_pOZSi93NIxuIDPORB28q33cO597KDzsB5CT472qIyVJjz2K6ob2GyjV9Um8sCySPgxYxwstS94YltB8oUFkyPNhZsuzCStJz4rIoteuhFzSaa-Pc/s1518/SIOUXSIE_by-Brian-Griffin-1.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-family: times; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1518" data-original-width="1500" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEL9dUsfkxRL0bVcE6vbpz1USfBf3pVk_mCFQZ5kduH6rLNr6H61h_HZUnjoqFNiWO8bASsKWK8_pOZSi93NIxuIDPORB28q33cO597KDzsB5CT472qIyVJjz2K6ob2GyjV9Um8sCySPgxYxwstS94YltB8oUFkyPNhZsuzCStJz4rIoteuhFzSaa-Pc/w114-h115/SIOUXSIE_by-Brian-Griffin-1.jpg" width="114" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: times;">It was a choice which subsequently led him to photo shoots with </span></span><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Siouxsie Sioux</b>, Kate Bush, Depeche Mode, Ultravox, Toyah Willcox, R.E.M., Billy Idol, Iggy Pop, Ringo Starr, Queen and Peter Gabriel.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=8m17s" style="font-family: times;">(link) </a><span style="font-family: times;"> I</span><span style="font-family: times;">n addition, his work appeared on many album covers, notably that of Depeche Mode's</span><b style="font-family: times;"> 'A Broken Frame'</b><span style="font-family: times;"> in 1982 cited as one of the best color photographs ever shot.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmbRyOjjPgk&t=15m54s">(link)</a> </span><span style="font-family: times;">It appeared on the cover of Life's 1990 edition of '</span><i style="font-family: times;">World's Best Photographs 1980–1990' </i><span style="font-family: times;">and helped earn him the title of 'Photographer of the decade' by The Guardian in 1989.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">In 2013, of his profession Brian said : </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><b><i>"If you're passionate enough and are willing to sustain the efforts it takes, it can be an incredible thing. But you've got to be a little obsessed and you need a strong disposition”.</i></b></span></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-45171369756686414962024-01-05T08:28:00.000-08:002024-03-14T10:52:49.447-07:00Britain says "Farewell" its last remaining ‘SAS Rogue Hero’, Mike Sadler<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre7erTXRV_pnlwCIzDHzSmGZI_aP4qiP5EriLetVC1nA9zhi_lnR4ilZ_Cafb5kdOYVRO-7G6ihBCcofX4nWpxFN0PGvndw8CWk_-kTu5uIc8ac9MwKgq_T2YIGnk1hVxynz4k4dwp2vno1pft2QtYJHDTFysF6k5cLUBFok5-VH5x30ZwtQ6KKdQM1g/s172/JS282205808.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="145" data-original-width="172" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjre7erTXRV_pnlwCIzDHzSmGZI_aP4qiP5EriLetVC1nA9zhi_lnR4ilZ_Cafb5kdOYVRO-7G6ihBCcofX4nWpxFN0PGvndw8CWk_-kTu5uIc8ac9MwKgq_T2YIGnk1hVxynz4k4dwp2vno1pft2QtYJHDTFysF6k5cLUBFok5-VH5x30ZwtQ6KKdQM1g/w163-h137/JS282205808.jpg" width="163" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Page views : 737</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div>Mike, who has died at the age of 103, was born, Willis Michael Sadler, early in 1920, in Kensington, London. He was nineteen when the Second World War broke out in September 1939 and working on a farm in Rhodesia and downed tools and signed up to 4 the Rhodesian Anti-Tank Battery </span><span>and later said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I didn't want to miss anything. And some people are like that at that age. I certainly was".</span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1940 he was back in Britain and transferred to the Royal Artillery. In North Africa Italy, which had declared war on Britain in June 1940 had a huge army in Libya which threatened the Suez Canal in British-occupied Egypt and Britain's communication with British-controlled India. </span><span>The Libyan Desert protected Italian forces and posed a challenge to bo</span><span>th sides with its vast </span><span>sand dunes making it all but impossible for large forces to penetrate inland. </span></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>It was now that </span></span><span>Major <b>Ralph Bagnold</b><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnp66i32Ftjwih9fWdU84iOtuKFtulgME82pBLIpfT9nSW_52iOK7iFrYynwYF5M6yEpjLUflS0m0BVNQc4i_v4k0vaQbKPFhVeTUVCAVLpN3BlBxezTG4F_Wo6ZnZ5ZbTeWUHR_392qCWA0BVXlFq1ekyyKluI99YE5v3zA7gs8jD2hZrzqhnssX/s150/qef78sac_medium%20(1).jpg" style="background-color: #fafafe; clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="139" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnp66i32Ftjwih9fWdU84iOtuKFtulgME82pBLIpfT9nSW_52iOK7iFrYynwYF5M6yEpjLUflS0m0BVNQc4i_v4k0vaQbKPFhVeTUVCAVLpN3BlBxezTG4F_Wo6ZnZ5ZbTeWUHR_392qCWA0BVXlFq1ekyyKluI99YE5v3zA7gs8jD2hZrzqhnssX/s1600/qef78sac_medium%20(1).jpg" width="139" /></a><b> </b>of the Royal Signals, who had spent much of the 1920s and 1930s exploring the desert, suggested to </span>General Sir Archibald Wavell<span>, 'Commander-in-Chief Middle East', that he formed a desert scouting force, a small body of motor </span></span><span>commandos, never more than 350 strong, known as the 'Long Range Desert Group'. Wavell readily agreed, and the LRDG began operations in September with Mike on board as one of the recruits.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgF3BafvwXz1RjseHYC5sfyzw4VoHsrCz0BacdQtEDiddkxuICZa5keVz16gwJVlb0yvg8i5tRWfR_wtDkCobRGikv35-e_2AAC3802OWfQRKd99BeIv8-1AWJ6f6FJA70C6ntzQtXxCTLO1_D59_3vwKamgd43RdAP6cOIfOHtpHmAYiNIHceZudB/s320/11224502_1639782439604030_3375633851220408094_o%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="320" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgF3BafvwXz1RjseHYC5sfyzw4VoHsrCz0BacdQtEDiddkxuICZa5keVz16gwJVlb0yvg8i5tRWfR_wtDkCobRGikv35-e_2AAC3802OWfQRKd99BeIv8-1AWJ6f6FJA70C6ntzQtXxCTLO1_D59_3vwKamgd43RdAP6cOIfOHtpHmAYiNIHceZudB/s1600/11224502_1639782439604030_3375633851220408094_o%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEdcpKYdx7UgvRyO7sOddwow2BCpEuTDe4rxlPA7xoOhEdG-bv6xYIR6BXCKLi3_h_tzMFXzjwIuYA2mgrbvDqeP6NQxhu_MAs9r6Sc8QgOl0AKhfUJlnyL56lTV8sDUdOsV0fwDIM9M1zJhCyYDv3Hp9XwGe4-UXQFrPZ96bdoJR2bTFWcGjgMat/s150/PROD-War-hero-Stuart-Mike-Lofty-Carr-from-Oxton-Wirral-who-served-as-a-navigator-with-The-Long-Range-D%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="100" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEdcpKYdx7UgvRyO7sOddwow2BCpEuTDe4rxlPA7xoOhEdG-bv6xYIR6BXCKLi3_h_tzMFXzjwIuYA2mgrbvDqeP6NQxhu_MAs9r6Sc8QgOl0AKhfUJlnyL56lTV8sDUdOsV0fwDIM9M1zJhCyYDv3Hp9XwGe4-UXQFrPZ96bdoJR2bTFWcGjgMat/s1600/PROD-War-hero-Stuart-Mike-Lofty-Carr-from-Oxton-Wirral-who-served-as-a-navigator-with-The-Long-Range-D%20(2).jpg" width="100" /></a></div>There was no shortage of volunteers, but what Bagnold wanted first and foremost, were navigators and it was <b>Mike 'Lofty' Carr</b> who fulfilled that role. They were told by Captain Pat McCraith that all men in the Group were : <b><i>"Bagnold's blue-eyed boys"</i></b> and they should <b><i>"forget everything we had learnt up to now because we were no longer regular army".</i></b> They then signed a document which as 'Lofty' said :<b><i><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span><span style="color: #274e13;">"Was our oath that we would never, for the whole of our lives, reveal what we had been up to in the LRDG".</span></i></b> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOecU4e1F6CUaRw-Xb89kpliBNa4O8STG9DITovCJVlNx0TdJAnipyz3viuiKbD4n2Mou3jeloCV4mZ1qqsjJn8Wy2T7ArP-MVv5BYOCYZ2f5ZWtyguxB3i03BJycouZjEUcID0gTrZbkBCapC6xIljwaaWKOjYq9Xa9zfy2STPudhP84qevkXPes/s134/240964_full.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="134" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOecU4e1F6CUaRw-Xb89kpliBNa4O8STG9DITovCJVlNx0TdJAnipyz3viuiKbD4n2Mou3jeloCV4mZ1qqsjJn8Wy2T7ArP-MVv5BYOCYZ2f5ZWtyguxB3i03BJycouZjEUcID0gTrZbkBCapC6xIljwaaWKOjYq9Xa9zfy2STPudhP84qevkXPes/w103-h103/240964_full.jpg" width="103" /></span></a></div></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;">For navigation in the desert by day, Bagnold had invented a<b> 'sun compass'</b>, which was a reliable, but rough indicator which was of no use by night. The theodolite, with its astral fixes, reduced the chance of error dramatically and 'Lofty' said that, in terms of accuracy : <b><i><span style="color: #274e13;">“In the desert I was down to 200m".</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YknJtZRuLmC7A_r0Rxg2ax2MsFJcK3f0gdZMdTjKouan1-pJY20PUO82G0qxd7XelEsO7NmEHD_OMc1GM031elell_7N7lorZN8uGMH2ItV3z1EjfLenM4jOsfFfCKrkSYa-uugpVG0oQ8dgTgOwy3twbIlaV_vWuhx0pLnEVcpxHS_XZWIWkH6X/s116/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="116" data-original-width="110" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YknJtZRuLmC7A_r0Rxg2ax2MsFJcK3f0gdZMdTjKouan1-pJY20PUO82G0qxd7XelEsO7NmEHD_OMc1GM031elell_7N7lorZN8uGMH2ItV3z1EjfLenM4jOsfFfCKrkSYa-uugpVG0oQ8dgTgOwy3twbIlaV_vWuhx0pLnEVcpxHS_XZWIWkH6X/w127-h134/download%20(7).jpg" width="127" /></a><b><i><span style="color: #134f5c;"></span></i></b>When Lieutenant <b>David Stirling </b>formed the SAS to launch night-time raids against Axis airfields in Libya the LRDG loaned him Mike as a navigator and would have taken Lofty, but he declined to join and instead taught his navigation skills to the Unit. </span><span>Lofty later recalled that he had taught Mike :</span><b><i> <span style="color: #274e13;">"The rudiments of astro-navigation and how to use a theodolite"</span> </i></b><span>and that Mike had proved to be a quick learner. Like the LRDG, the SAS was a secretive unit, which also went deep behind enemy lines and, as to his role, Mike would have agreed with 'Lofty' when he said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #274e13;">“Being a navigator was extremely challenging. One minor fault or miscalculation could have tragic consequences".</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZzlCgb-1G4oGFZ63KCJ9GFSIHALJRDTX68IsWgP17aAJIXDxPFPISYrlophAlWKHrKDlM2-TBn58Ns514hhU18teTW6uCNQ9cgYRBHYDxrIxOgxBuKe6Mn_GBnPr2tCnYQYI0RGNHYUkZU6VWTVW8QHpWcx1WO8PZRrtLRk2bBeRUUHvbm2LcYRy/s179/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="129" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZzlCgb-1G4oGFZ63KCJ9GFSIHALJRDTX68IsWgP17aAJIXDxPFPISYrlophAlWKHrKDlM2-TBn58Ns514hhU18teTW6uCNQ9cgYRBHYDxrIxOgxBuKe6Mn_GBnPr2tCnYQYI0RGNHYUkZU6VWTVW8QHpWcx1WO8PZRrtLRk2bBeRUUHvbm2LcYRy/w89-h123/images%20(1).jpg" width="89" /></a></div><b>Steven Knight </b>was the writer of the 2022 BBC TV series, 'SAS 'Rogue Heroes'. B</span><span>ased on the book by journalist Ben Macintyre, it tells the story of how the SAS was formed and operated during the Second World War. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"</span></i></b></span><span><span><span style="color: #351c75;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">When I started to research the true story, it was so amazing, so compelling, so it’s sort of unbelievable. I just thought, this story has to be told". </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDkLxo3jHd4&t=0m47s">(link)</a> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>He praised the men who were part of the SAS for being "<i><b><span style="color: #351c75;">self-motivated"</span></b></i> and people who "<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">broke the rules" </span></i></b></span></span></span><span>with "</span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">initiative", </span></i></b><span>given that their lives were in constant jeopardy and they "</span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">depended on each other" </span></i></b><span>to survive. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAXmYDt1oe-bFm2ggraTydMddWs_qbVjuubu7FFNfwege_LJVG54PnuiEil9zx906TjIQpdjecFqUx2JPWptndKHiedVAvxsEYuVLXvBl8rzajuEdHAii4ON3XXBvtlMNopNCDpANQlSMfa-nrLCsx4SFyrrODoxpklTw7_HEyEvDg12DUKMW24VO/s400/sahara-acacus2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="166" data-original-width="400" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAXmYDt1oe-bFm2ggraTydMddWs_qbVjuubu7FFNfwege_LJVG54PnuiEil9zx906TjIQpdjecFqUx2JPWptndKHiedVAvxsEYuVLXvBl8rzajuEdHAii4ON3XXBvtlMNopNCDpANQlSMfa-nrLCsx4SFyrrODoxpklTw7_HEyEvDg12DUKMW24VO/w267-h111/sahara-acacus2.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>Of Mike, the last surviving member of that band of warriors he said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"</span></i></b></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">He had what others thought of as a supernatural ability to actually navigate his way through the desert, to know where he was, where he was going. He used the stars, he used a lot of equipment but, a lot of the time, apparently, he just used instinct"</span></i></b>. He also said that w</span><span>ithout him, the men in the SAS would have gone in somewhere and not been able to find their way out and it was Mike’s ability to<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"> "think on his feet"</span></i></b> that saw them through. </span></span></div><div><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIsWli_8XB89fYCUCrLlMbWQFkN9nzW3xRE_4bAVCUhlZ7Y3orFM87jD8kkUV0NsQ9SyA7iekfqrV3FExMb88Vkc-4UfvhtbICrAGPEMfnJm6v8DZTo_YfQbMyIb_npNKeVefl9jmKqM_-_9DhTUVDbRKYmz99Ta3DdIMgrsgsFecThrq393LoDiZ/s300/1651-cd2ce51c747bae002ac15884cb5f9337.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIsWli_8XB89fYCUCrLlMbWQFkN9nzW3xRE_4bAVCUhlZ7Y3orFM87jD8kkUV0NsQ9SyA7iekfqrV3FExMb88Vkc-4UfvhtbICrAGPEMfnJm6v8DZTo_YfQbMyIb_npNKeVefl9jmKqM_-_9DhTUVDbRKYmz99Ta3DdIMgrsgsFecThrq393LoDiZ/w124-h124/1651-cd2ce51c747bae002ac15884cb5f9337.jpg" width="124" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtn3tjCTKqkkmMqluLTnRVQ4-FMX81p8Ijtc93CZI5Fi8XOuaV0jZ32w-H7XPODTOU4f91RO7qK0P2-gI8Z7aDs1-YZSh7jMxWCkQ0EoewwH1VzqbekwrbTtNxGzo9U0TUWv20LGkivStaOF462YSeoi1an8GQzhMK0J8tWJ3P2CV9XLRdJK-QdUj-/s278/tom-and-mike.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="278" data-original-width="266" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtn3tjCTKqkkmMqluLTnRVQ4-FMX81p8Ijtc93CZI5Fi8XOuaV0jZ32w-H7XPODTOU4f91RO7qK0P2-gI8Z7aDs1-YZSh7jMxWCkQ0EoewwH1VzqbekwrbTtNxGzo9U0TUWv20LGkivStaOF462YSeoi1an8GQzhMK0J8tWJ3P2CV9XLRdJK-QdUj-/w117-h122/tom-and-mike.heic" width="117" /></a><span><span>The actor </span><span><b>Tom Glynn-Carney,</b> who played Mike in the series and w</span></span><span><span>as </span></span>filmed for 'The One Show', in Mike's living room told him what a <i><b><span style="color: #660000;">"</span></b></i><span><span><i><b><span style="color: #660000;">privilege"</span><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></b></i>it was to be sitting with him and said afterwards : </span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><b><i>"</i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Mike is </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #741b47;">blind now, but his memories are sharp".</span></i></b> He told Mike : <b><i><span style="color: #741b47;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #741b47;">Having played your role and having to look like I was an expert navigator through the desert, now no matter how hard I tried, I could not do it. How do you do that?"</span></i></b> To which </span><span>Mike replied with a laugh : "<span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">I think you just have to learn it. I expect you could, if you really tried. It’s not that difficult". </b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDkLxo3jHd4&t=2m31s">(link)</a></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKat-vApxq2A7-zRfR7oQSxXWlF5-gl_lvKLw6JMLDXZMHaUUmkSOnY7K1O9dHmozdgjKlW8NSa0epc2Xy8X0MVnV5udUiSfrnbAoJ_UZiXgx5ZIbK5DWglHIckUu5cxhFUu55q4r1mZDS1KIDOb6pTF_oSHPO7N0qPBMHH2hJ4QqkVujZpVYnis5R/s137/0FAF5B07-6AAE-42C0-8C31-19C40B8B23A6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="119" data-original-width="137" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKat-vApxq2A7-zRfR7oQSxXWlF5-gl_lvKLw6JMLDXZMHaUUmkSOnY7K1O9dHmozdgjKlW8NSa0epc2Xy8X0MVnV5udUiSfrnbAoJ_UZiXgx5ZIbK5DWglHIckUu5cxhFUu55q4r1mZDS1KIDOb6pTF_oSHPO7N0qPBMHH2hJ4QqkVujZpVYnis5R/w238-h207/0FAF5B07-6AAE-42C0-8C31-19C40B8B23A6.png" width="238" /></a></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><p></p></span><p></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7qa6HZLqqf9eUNkUlkBV_a_SUlCKuccSYkXb0f18oSeFAzW33mts1gTvEr4pferZkXfm0X8tHxaN78IsxuUB2MIo_BJObQjSGaI0IQe9b0CNQIND8ObHjfDVXv0ynwrzUfuj3OuVXt8XaAclVIr67B4IDHc_U6kqSgvy-z3n48MPjYoj9CCSvmIr/s289/C08BInKXAAA2muw.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="197" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7qa6HZLqqf9eUNkUlkBV_a_SUlCKuccSYkXb0f18oSeFAzW33mts1gTvEr4pferZkXfm0X8tHxaN78IsxuUB2MIo_BJObQjSGaI0IQe9b0CNQIND8ObHjfDVXv0ynwrzUfuj3OuVXt8XaAclVIr67B4IDHc_U6kqSgvy-z3n48MPjYoj9CCSvmIr/w105-h154/C08BInKXAAA2muw.jpg" width="105" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>Within the context of the War, these were desperate times. With the </span></span></span><span><span>exception of Britain, Europe had fallen to the Germans and in North Africa, General Rommel's </span></span><span>Afrika Korps</span><span> was on the move from Libya to Egypt where it would threaten Britain's vital control of the Suez Canal. </span><span>Clearly, something different had to be tried to break the enemy's momentum in the desert or the Allies would face inevitable defeat. </span><span>What Stirling, along with fellow SAS pioneer<b> Jock Lewes</b> proposed, was to accept that t</span><span>he Germans were masters of Libya's Mediterranean coastline and all attempts from the sea to disrupt and dislodge them had failed. So why not come at them from the rear, from where they least expected it. Across the Great Sand Sea, 30,000 square miles of desolate desert dunes?</span></span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-oc7ZPYuD1dQUt38wuv_XQ0HYeR2J8N5XdRxFPbnYHdt44YmqvFWoWq0MWLpTzOlI1La2KMNwvTLdTQ8OqVDhc7yXFnrSORYKy1DPt0WokB_INGeBujULukVp_gZ5-JPLxHG9adD3Fi4ZP9B5R0QCnRz3gSq10rXs9Ze-c9qW6gGwCZ_p-GWhr24/s800/5f491c57db1ed000297147da.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-oc7ZPYuD1dQUt38wuv_XQ0HYeR2J8N5XdRxFPbnYHdt44YmqvFWoWq0MWLpTzOlI1La2KMNwvTLdTQ8OqVDhc7yXFnrSORYKy1DPt0WokB_INGeBujULukVp_gZ5-JPLxHG9adD3Fi4ZP9B5R0QCnRz3gSq10rXs9Ze-c9qW6gGwCZ_p-GWhr24/w179-h134/5f491c57db1ed000297147da.webp" width="179" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">The first SAS mission, carried out in a ferocious desert storm, was a disaster. One plane was shot down, and several parachutists were killed on landing. Of the sixty-six men in the raiding party, only twenty-two returned. It was then that <span>Stirling turned to the LRDG, which, nicknamed <i>“the desert taxi service”</i>, agreed to transport the SAS at night to specific targets by Jeep and truck, and pick them up after they had planted time-bombs on parked planes.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60RVSF0XFAGxkquBiZlElPVArETi2N5GwzgIQ28jZ5FBEXpspuDOnoZTz3hvWN6WjoX4Tk--Uu7BeYNiDYcF6oGZw6bPssfikNc9zIzu5CyhYCfHpBFNFNzwr57gjdmkc5SpCW2JP_JuZjoAyWzShIEuGcCtXzOaHsRgpQBDEwLeJo9KZwrz2JWUO/s225/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60RVSF0XFAGxkquBiZlElPVArETi2N5GwzgIQ28jZ5FBEXpspuDOnoZTz3hvWN6WjoX4Tk--Uu7BeYNiDYcF6oGZw6bPssfikNc9zIzu5CyhYCfHpBFNFNzwr57gjdmkc5SpCW2JP_JuZjoAyWzShIEuGcCtXzOaHsRgpQBDEwLeJo9KZwrz2JWUO/w117-h117/download%20(1).jpg" width="117" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 2014 </span><span><b>Lieutenant-General Sir Cedric Delves</b>, President of the SAS Regimental Association, said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #741b47;">“The Long Range Desert Group is very dear to the SAS. It goes back to the beginning, when David Stirling turned to them for help. They showed us how to work in the desert. They got us going. They were there for us at the outset, and I am deeply proud that the regiment can acknowledge what is owed”.</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgX9ViNwxELscVjFhy4VbbL8Z0xfTR6nhQltOsqxeafsbFEO1blyy_VY3WP1GRyFc4MyPgV0pD55Ky40V4n6BmQRsn5fBuO9hlpxIOIGU0c_0bdRQBVfxbAKaQdl1UCdww1Z5mX2q7SItXJlxCG4k40oT6y0rjASHAk9M1WiSPRjcvl4-ojr1JxPq/s229/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="229" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgX9ViNwxELscVjFhy4VbbL8Z0xfTR6nhQltOsqxeafsbFEO1blyy_VY3WP1GRyFc4MyPgV0pD55Ky40V4n6BmQRsn5fBuO9hlpxIOIGU0c_0bdRQBVfxbAKaQdl1UCdww1Z5mX2q7SItXJlxCG4k40oT6y0rjASHAk9M1WiSPRjcvl4-ojr1JxPq/w155-h149/download%20(2).jpg" width="155" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">In December 1941, Mike, now on loan <span>from</span><span> the LRDG, took part in the first successful SAS raid, led by Lieutenant Blair “Paddy” Mayne, a former Irish rugby international who would go on to become one of Britain’s most decorated soldiers. Mike dropped Mayne and five men three miles south of Wadi Tamet airfield and in the space of 15 minutes, the team destroyed 24 planes and a fuel dump. Mike, awaiting the returning raiders, watched the explosions light up the desert and recalled :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “We saw the flashes in the sky. It was quite dramatic”.</span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Mike later reflected on his role as a navigator and said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"One of the essential things was not to let doubt creep into your mind. You had to be confident because it was awfully easy, especially at night, to start to feel you were going wrong and you should be further to left or right. It was rather easy to give way to that feeling if you weren’t confident. It was a challenge, navigating, but I liked the challenge. I was young and you don’t really think about pressure at twenty-one". </span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08hyjWPLGt5PG6pmFSyIbimuaMK0z3NLLqR2ie2pOZk8xhJXnmxhAP7aKNfkI8wcg-gijJwtuloUoU3HGKV9N6FljqUSfEwYZ-ZHiltdNEBpoHURmlw3rnJ2TyWvrSu4Ww8N39qsSDeJq2e5oOrdyC1kCd5E96kg8eljCETAwRPQNQvk5VAulWA00/s640/93_big.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08hyjWPLGt5PG6pmFSyIbimuaMK0z3NLLqR2ie2pOZk8xhJXnmxhAP7aKNfkI8wcg-gijJwtuloUoU3HGKV9N6FljqUSfEwYZ-ZHiltdNEBpoHURmlw3rnJ2TyWvrSu4Ww8N39qsSDeJq2e5oOrdyC1kCd5E96kg8eljCETAwRPQNQvk5VAulWA00/w228-h171/93_big.jpg" width="228" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">With Mayne and his men on board, Mike drove back into the desert, but as the sun came up they came under attack from Italian bombers. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“We were dodging across the desert. I was navigating and they were flying over. You could see the bombs leaving the planes, and we would get out of the way by making an immediate right turn. I suppose it was quite alarming”.</span></i></b> He led the convoy back to <b>Jalo Oasis,</b> where the salty waters seemed the height of luxury after that more than a week in the parched desert.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HGjF00noF-FQiBI7DqW4ciqMtlHd52fHnknxba8SQwOta1eTjFH4T0rXUpw9VAN6BqY47dAkHNhGZQifFi9F6oTYPy64S3HCnFy7nOOv1l-gEGa0bCWUHQYP_fbNX3v9AAM7MQtec-J-YmJFVQtyFHqHYm7dWpu8S33Ir53mWHcOvfsb9-bE6pcX/s297/sas_raid_cov.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="297" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HGjF00noF-FQiBI7DqW4ciqMtlHd52fHnknxba8SQwOta1eTjFH4T0rXUpw9VAN6BqY47dAkHNhGZQifFi9F6oTYPy64S3HCnFy7nOOv1l-gEGa0bCWUHQYP_fbNX3v9AAM7MQtec-J-YmJFVQtyFHqHYm7dWpu8S33Ir53mWHcOvfsb9-bE6pcX/w178-h138/sas_raid_cov.jpg" width="178" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The following year, o</span><span><span><span>n the night of July 26, 1942, Mike, without headlights or a map, guided 18 jeeps filled with twin Vickers K machine guns, along 70 miles of desert to within 200 feet of Sidi Haneish Airfield.<b><i> "Where are we now ?" </i></b>demanded Stirling as he peered into the gloom to which Mike replied : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"By my reckoning we're less than a mile short of the field. It's right in front of us". </span></i></b></span></span></span><span>The SAS then opened fire as they drove between planes, wrecking at least 37 aircraft. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZBJ97CEc1s">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span><span style="color: black;"><span><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzlPIw34RrLKSyxDCPh4jbyG77RxCRokwizEGGkgAVPy1CsY6RLjuclioIM6VOiKGf6O-U-3ikdJDIPtVjPdrHzfUaMPAFnJk3LDzvuK2rUJnCzGhm9q6fexY4hUHIdxO56AgPNLedSyRe1zU7pp8eyBRHdFdYOvQcE5OcNFORceCrYmuPvDS11V2I/s184/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="104" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzlPIw34RrLKSyxDCPh4jbyG77RxCRokwizEGGkgAVPy1CsY6RLjuclioIM6VOiKGf6O-U-3ikdJDIPtVjPdrHzfUaMPAFnJk3LDzvuK2rUJnCzGhm9q6fexY4hUHIdxO56AgPNLedSyRe1zU7pp8eyBRHdFdYOvQcE5OcNFORceCrYmuPvDS11V2I/w67-h120/download%20(6).jpg" width="67" /></a>In the raid the Germans struck the two-jeep convoy with Mike returning fire, allowing the other jeep to flee before escaping himself and as 'Corporal Willis Sadler' was </span></span><span><span>later awarded the<b> 'Military Medal'</b>. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span>One of the jeep drivers was shot through the head during the attack and buried in the sand. </span><span><span><span>Still on loan from the LRDG, Mike was to be considered an 'Ho</span></span><span><span>norary' member of the SAS by 'The Originals'. </span></span></span></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwO6LHydqIXvenacfDgCmUP37trMJXrFMKFw73O6sXF6wDPjA_QSl_pF-ktfqcLFOjlCaNijd3yygGl3J6KniUluuKnUl2Heu5YUx3x_G8TgpMC8yqPi7MJIaAWKqdgsYjg04RMZzuxn48jZhB-p7ZkEOrc6pZ6C-zagU82zRVd72uNd_29L6lgLA7/s250/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="202" data-original-width="250" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwO6LHydqIXvenacfDgCmUP37trMJXrFMKFw73O6sXF6wDPjA_QSl_pF-ktfqcLFOjlCaNijd3yygGl3J6KniUluuKnUl2Heu5YUx3x_G8TgpMC8yqPi7MJIaAWKqdgsYjg04RMZzuxn48jZhB-p7ZkEOrc6pZ6C-zagU82zRVd72uNd_29L6lgLA7/w155-h125/download%20(3).jpg" width="155" /></a></div>Mike, now a 'lieutenant', was also one of the officers to follow Stirling on the last SAS operation in January 1943. He recalled that Stirling : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I</span></i></b></span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ntended to get into southern Tunisia and do an operation, possibly on the way to joining up with the First Army and the second SAS, which had both landed there. </span><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">So we then planned this operation, which involved a long desert journey along the inside of Libya to the south of Tunisia".</b> Mike recalled </span></span></span><span>The SAS team hid during the day and travelled at night. One afternoon, hidden in a dried out riverbed or wadi, Mike said : "</span><i style="font-weight: bold;">Johnny Cooper </i><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">and I were in sleeping bags and, first thing I knew, I was being kicked by somebody. I looked up and there was an Afrika Korps fellow poking me with his Schmeisser". </span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zc0mVqDiiU&t=3m52s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>A German armoured personnel carrier was blocking the entrance to the wadi and the SAS team was trapped. Mike believed that spies had tipped off the Germans. He concluded : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“The only thing to do was to leg it”</span></i></b><span>. Along with Johnny Cooper and an Arabic-speaking Frenchman called Freddie Taxis, they ran for about 400 yards up the steep side of the wadi and hurled themselves into a small gully. The Germans combed the area but, by good fortune, an Arab herder arrived with a herd of goats, which milled around helping to conceal them. The rest of the contingent was captured, including David Stirling, who spent the rest of the war in captivity.</span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRO0vKDHfDXjWlSvaq2j6LjKutVbNXCCgzT9ywR1k-3OuQlGyzhGG9kUk8jYGX_AsGESyDgX-8rzMY_0cUjRHE8aWHfAmMqYXj037WuoWmX290_iCOdI3_k0FC-kJcmui6tPvB_U7zPoqz05K04roS4NA3EC8fzHSN-NeUo50uvSVjll440G7NXKp9/s600/depositphotos_73459437-stock-photo-mountain-oasis-chebika-sahara-desert.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRO0vKDHfDXjWlSvaq2j6LjKutVbNXCCgzT9ywR1k-3OuQlGyzhGG9kUk8jYGX_AsGESyDgX-8rzMY_0cUjRHE8aWHfAmMqYXj037WuoWmX290_iCOdI3_k0FC-kJcmui6tPvB_U7zPoqz05K04roS4NA3EC8fzHSN-NeUo50uvSVjll440G7NXKp9/w211-h141/depositphotos_73459437-stock-photo-mountain-oasis-chebika-sahara-desert.jpg" width="211" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">That night, the three men agreed they would try to reach the 1st Army, still more than 100 miles away, on foot. Mike recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I knew the lay of the land. I had no compass or maps, but I knew that to the west along the edge of the salt lakes there was </span>Tozeur,<span style="color: #990000;"> which ought to have been in the hands of the Allies, with any luck. So we set off”.</span></i></b> A group of Berbers gave them some dates and a goatskin, which they sewed together with bootlaces to create a makeshift water container.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>After walking further they were surrounded by menacing Arabs who began hurling rocks. Taxis translated : <b><i>“They are saying we should give them our clothes because they are going to kill us anyway.”</i></b> Johnny Cooper was struck on the head and temporarily blinded by pouring blood and Mike and </span><span>Freddie, </span><span>taking one arm each, dragged him across a wide expanse of loose rock, which the barefoot Arabs could not cross. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwa1XlfXMFovlSm6ZulrA5hj4hiTM1O3TZCvvkxJyd9_8paEQT91nKerLSQ6vjIvEEwQNxvcCfFeM3QafinuHVNZUb7GO4NSAkN9g5WCdxq1jr8KpL3b7Pgbu_sQ-IRaD9vJoSad-HntxO1V45xY57-wG9oroVKayxfA1kkgCtuUXMx_9SUmOf5NFA/s884/l4g7vj4ogku61.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="640" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwa1XlfXMFovlSm6ZulrA5hj4hiTM1O3TZCvvkxJyd9_8paEQT91nKerLSQ6vjIvEEwQNxvcCfFeM3QafinuHVNZUb7GO4NSAkN9g5WCdxq1jr8KpL3b7Pgbu_sQ-IRaD9vJoSad-HntxO1V45xY57-wG9oroVKayxfA1kkgCtuUXMx_9SUmOf5NFA/w127-h175/l4g7vj4ogku61.webp" width="127" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8LZ7EqiGnUl1SPmiE70CkEb2PxrvV1c9F1Fw3Tq35CfZ5jYWaNNKP4s2u7Xy_Cbn7k3sWRBNE6EJDnFWavdU-6lucT1tMtaNxxe04_jzgFqwMSsO61s6gGT_0ZiTdwzRkK8oyKkYTR9XbzKY8IYuMCEQl70h3PqdFisdoD3bc_y45u5qeSYteyY_/s545/Senegalsch%C3%BCtzen-e1494494049834-970x350.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="545" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8LZ7EqiGnUl1SPmiE70CkEb2PxrvV1c9F1Fw3Tq35CfZ5jYWaNNKP4s2u7Xy_Cbn7k3sWRBNE6EJDnFWavdU-6lucT1tMtaNxxe04_jzgFqwMSsO61s6gGT_0ZiTdwzRkK8oyKkYTR9XbzKY8IYuMCEQl70h3PqdFisdoD3bc_y45u5qeSYteyY_/w188-h119/Senegalsch%C3%BCtzen-e1494494049834-970x350.jpg" width="188" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">After four days and nearing collapse, Freddie asked to be left</span> behind, but was persuaded by Mike and Johnny to struggle on. Mike said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “It turned out he had six toes on each foot, which made walking painful”. "</span></i></b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">We walked more than 100 miles and, of course, our shoes fell to bits. We arrived, staggering the last few steps towards the palm trees, and some </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">African native troops came out and captured us". </span>They were in fact Nearing Tozeur, and the soldiers were<b> Free French forces,</b> part of the 1st Army. Mike said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“The French gave us a great reception. They had jerrycans full of Algerian wine, which was pretty popular.”</span></i></b> They then were handed over to the Americans, who promptly put them under guard. </div></span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBKKAOw6L1elbL31I67XP0g7XEHqxoeU31APyB3jsU2KZs4NoAaWBIE7wnMey6cr1Y0sUgr2_EVDiLfwUVQr7SNcvzwIU-83lmBRkyquFSx2qzZnMTmTav1qDZlkgoIVFF2brWKCruXH8PVlo83asRYW6IUys5Nw2Rqc0ZI5dOVoiZ7nR1C0nno7_/s495/FfWcSqzX0AEBpzc.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="495" height="93" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBKKAOw6L1elbL31I67XP0g7XEHqxoeU31APyB3jsU2KZs4NoAaWBIE7wnMey6cr1Y0sUgr2_EVDiLfwUVQr7SNcvzwIU-83lmBRkyquFSx2qzZnMTmTav1qDZlkgoIVFF2brWKCruXH8PVlo83asRYW6IUys5Nw2Rqc0ZI5dOVoiZ7nR1C0nno7_/w131-h93/FfWcSqzX0AEBpzc.jpg" width="131" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YtilmmBMNsPzqb0T_OuffvnS-zHjE3c6JCVRUCzc1JqEGgA0AQiwPFOR9y1EEye_JSBBUuYZJOY0GMtYnrIxeb8gsRICtNBaTsuQgt2XPE5IJH6SO1flQEaKw9pUx-tgvw9PZ5VyDxIJCD-8ut9YyLGrVs5rZefhN38ypW-pW5PBg6zmIExeVdhQ/s165/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="165" data-original-width="133" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YtilmmBMNsPzqb0T_OuffvnS-zHjE3c6JCVRUCzc1JqEGgA0AQiwPFOR9y1EEye_JSBBUuYZJOY0GMtYnrIxeb8gsRICtNBaTsuQgt2XPE5IJH6SO1flQEaKw9pUx-tgvw9PZ5VyDxIJCD-8ut9YyLGrVs5rZefhN38ypW-pW5PBg6zmIExeVdhQ/w99-h123/download%20(5).jpg" width="99" /></a></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>From the American press, the New Yorker's celebrated war correspondent <b>A J Liebling, </b>who had been hanging around Gafsa for days waiting for a scoop, saw Mike as he arrived from the desert said Mike looked like Robinson Crusoe when he arrived and wrote : <b><i>‘The eyes of this fellow were round and sky blue and his hair and whiskers were very fair. </i></b></span><span><b><i>His beard began well under his chin, giving him the air of an emaciated and slightly dotty Paul Verlaine'.</i></b> Mike told Liebling that the odyssey had been : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Very interesting . . . some of it was a lot of fun”.</span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Liebling wrote : <b><i>'</i></b></span><b><i><span>Mr Stirling is convinced that units run 'traditionally' are ineffective and so creates a plan that goes against every accepted rule of modern warfare. </span><span>He fights to recruit the best, toughest, and strongest soldiers as the show goes on, to make a small undercover unit. </span>It is set to create pandemonium behind enemy lines and he creates a team who are both reckless and brave'.</i></b></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>As to Stirling, Mike said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"David was captured, but managed to escape. I think he escaped in the early days. We were always told that the best chance of escaping was as soon as possible after you’ve been captured. </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>Unfortunately, having escaped, he was recaptured. I think he then spent time in a prison camp in Italy before eventually ending up in Colditz".</i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When Mike was asked : <b><i>"What did you think of David Stirling as a man?"</i></b> He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span>He was a first-class man, highly intelligent, highly motivated, and in many ways the founder of the SAS. </span><span>David was the one who perceived the possibilities and was determined to make the SAS a reality. He managed to recruit about 80 chaps who had, he thought, the requirements he needed. He wanted people who could get on with each other and him in difficult circumstances. He was more interested in that than their qualifications".</span></span></i></b></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaP_jb-VWXb4aKyev-AxtjWEeFnQH-YQ-LwlcvntBuR53dnFsO7NKULnrSABYsidHkfDcFFfetzEtQ_s4H-WSq274cYSIR8Oo3ki1PaQqQ3UTGCyEPE7YaG394MlhcI1V0zJU0e9Ijb_LgT3b_lCt3e-oLAm4i3bgEIlr7e0ZVwZEQXWgErGZw7EYc/s182/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="94" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaP_jb-VWXb4aKyev-AxtjWEeFnQH-YQ-LwlcvntBuR53dnFsO7NKULnrSABYsidHkfDcFFfetzEtQ_s4H-WSq274cYSIR8Oo3ki1PaQqQ3UTGCyEPE7YaG394MlhcI1V0zJU0e9Ijb_LgT3b_lCt3e-oLAm4i3bgEIlr7e0ZVwZEQXWgErGZw7EYc/w59-h115/download%20(8).jpg" width="59" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Mike, now a fully paid-up member of the SAS, now fought in Italy and France following his time in the Desert War. On </span><span>August 7, 1944, he was dropped by parachute into the Loire as part of 'Operation Houndsworth'. The aim was to reach SAS squadrons behind the lines and help destroy fuel depots, encourage local resistance and prevent Panzer divisions heading north. In March 1945 he was awarded the <b>'Military Cross' </b>for </span><span><i>'Exemplary gallantry against the enemy'. </i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenm5V0xKJmG-aH8SnEc0_3qu3XHoXrBPSNqp9EiNTP4EbuGPZNEzskW0BIp5Bb5BPMsFEZKUj1BOI9aKS-rKEYinSABOmpNOYciMACO1DjaaQ6ftbcO7jEOXPe52WlhG93nSq43VPIhJj9AJeYEhcHeVRNzcKhpQ7ED60ViX2q9bY-lLaea6PDGmg/s225/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenm5V0xKJmG-aH8SnEc0_3qu3XHoXrBPSNqp9EiNTP4EbuGPZNEzskW0BIp5Bb5BPMsFEZKUj1BOI9aKS-rKEYinSABOmpNOYciMACO1DjaaQ6ftbcO7jEOXPe52WlhG93nSq43VPIhJj9AJeYEhcHeVRNzcKhpQ7ED60ViX2q9bY-lLaea6PDGmg/w54-h54/download%20(10).jpg" width="54" /></a></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ben Macintyre interviewed Mike when he was ninety-six, seven years ago <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p0cb6nsk">(link)</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Mike went on to set up the 'SAS Intelligence Unit'. R</span><span>eflecting on his time in Africa he said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "Overall, I loved the desert, I thought it was perfect. I was very sorry to leave at the end of the Desert War. </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">It was like being on the sea in a way. You could go in any direction. There was a great sort of freedom attached to being in the desert. There was so much variety – beautiful smooth surfaces, sand, and impassable great sand dunes hundreds of feet high –slowly moving across the desert with the prevailing wind, the sand dunes moving very, very slowly, perhaps a foot every year, but altering their arrangements quite considerably".</span></i></b> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zc0mVqDiiU&t=6m08s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yOHinFfqUUejbkP_ZuNr-QWuRqFvn0IddRfCN_-fMiYiHWEqt8uVy2CGkdqwSozYpq_4Wj_LzkwndZAqNon9K2R0f_kPezsz6vvEFftAEynxQ9X71mCySi0NxHEPf7OWdclAY8D6oSeennxVluGH4EJQ3ED8WFPkqa_zEeKOjWRDKyELcBQk0orLSow/s274/IMG_7352.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="274" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yOHinFfqUUejbkP_ZuNr-QWuRqFvn0IddRfCN_-fMiYiHWEqt8uVy2CGkdqwSozYpq_4Wj_LzkwndZAqNon9K2R0f_kPezsz6vvEFftAEynxQ9X71mCySi0NxHEPf7OWdclAY8D6oSeennxVluGH4EJQ3ED8WFPkqa_zEeKOjWRDKyELcBQk0orLSow/w199-h179/IMG_7352.PNG" width="199" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>"Oh yes, I thought the desert was a wonderful place".</i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>In 2018, at the age of ninety-eight, Mike was awarded the 'Legion D'honneur<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCTpnWGIva3Zgc1yvLVj5FTQG8kDIIQjHVG4StJnkydht9GsjmRRQQ5WJZdX9ozL5Fn14HuTxRmqz7aD8nSxmOFt6jDTXXXgCM6aznun8HDSJPqaH0Uyef_NOhCVph7E18HV3aGGh4T3QbmvIN-BblfuZwqOTpdWPd6B-RHqRvCaYvdZgqlxPj1w0/s238/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="160" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCTpnWGIva3Zgc1yvLVj5FTQG8kDIIQjHVG4StJnkydht9GsjmRRQQ5WJZdX9ozL5Fn14HuTxRmqz7aD8nSxmOFt6jDTXXXgCM6aznun8HDSJPqaH0Uyef_NOhCVph7E18HV3aGGh4T3QbmvIN-BblfuZwqOTpdWPd6B-RHqRvCaYvdZgqlxPj1w0/w92-h137/download%20(9).jpg" width="92" /></a></div></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><i>' </i>for parachuting into a German-occupied France, where Hitler had given instructions for any captured parachutists to be executed. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzEffOnVT4nwiupLyHN-oA8NYvt02xmhHdHeuJ1VfIFa1cKepneF4x5EPvsBq67ypTSr_T6QK7GbBV72KdqKE28VNCanBXc3wsKuOG3P8ad-sVg917YumUGqtNM2sLOHr5Xig8bYhOaZ7UvUeR0FBMBvmB77rn6zzHYvNJWK8O1lLwTJ0MsauNlte/s261/image.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="190" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzEffOnVT4nwiupLyHN-oA8NYvt02xmhHdHeuJ1VfIFa1cKepneF4x5EPvsBq67ypTSr_T6QK7GbBV72KdqKE28VNCanBXc3wsKuOG3P8ad-sVg917YumUGqtNM2sLOHr5Xig8bYhOaZ7UvUeR0FBMBvmB77rn6zzHYvNJWK8O1lLwTJ0MsauNlte/w85-h117/image.jpg" width="85" /></span></a><span><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><br /><span>The French Defence Attaché,</span><b> Colonel Antoine de Loustal,</b><span> who presented the red-ribboned medal an</span>d </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">paid tribute to Mike's dedication and determination during the liberation of France : <i style="font-weight: bold;">“For which you were prepared to risk your life”.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b><i>"We shall not forget. We will never forget".</i></b></span></span></div></div><div><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;">Mike said : </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I do remember the people who didn’t survive and who didn’t have the chance to receive this great honour".</span></i></b> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">* * * * * * * * * </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKB_d1KdLeEcuvBWmvnnesX2RIbTjFXWlTH8eCrcg4BrG7u1VwbFoBwpErLlPS2Yn93ifIdlf8RXaz09z4AA3ftTN5zyuzerhvV-a6YFCK1ABX5N8FQuJNBVBeEKVww3jn0mgqQJ4OSUwL32hxF9n2e6OAsjOCHOb7XNxWIxM7tIdiT5TDIkZWQc6/s951/Screenshot%20(117).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="951" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKB_d1KdLeEcuvBWmvnnesX2RIbTjFXWlTH8eCrcg4BrG7u1VwbFoBwpErLlPS2Yn93ifIdlf8RXaz09z4AA3ftTN5zyuzerhvV-a6YFCK1ABX5N8FQuJNBVBeEKVww3jn0mgqQJ4OSUwL32hxF9n2e6OAsjOCHOb7XNxWIxM7tIdiT5TDIkZWQc6/w496-h151/Screenshot%20(117).png" width="496" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/07/britain-is-still-country-with.html">(link)</a></div><div><br /></div></span></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-9797312382146601242024-01-01T03:57:00.000-08:002024-01-01T03:57:27.881-08:00Britain in 2023 said "Goodbye" to thirteen remarkable old men and women<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span>January 2023</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b>Tom Karen</b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Britain says "Farewell" to Tom Karen its 20th century Giant of Industrial Design and Gentle Genius Toymaker</b></span> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/01/britain-says-farewell-to-tom-karen-its.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Ronald Blythe</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3__oT2Dhd41UYKaMe7IM1Q4qvNc7KwP-aSKj5VcyvJl8qzxyM5cy5w9PHeOTJ46XNVFpEezyEVMG7ruEoS83Sou93bswyqpU0X_2vvS0iY7R12aH6j4nw8WH6vbVlw8KgIyJab4s3v8BYSToUzKdoeCO2Z2T-YlxlC9M-9h84P6JqsjTCEyILs3y7fg/s160/5616.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="143" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3__oT2Dhd41UYKaMe7IM1Q4qvNc7KwP-aSKj5VcyvJl8qzxyM5cy5w9PHeOTJ46XNVFpEezyEVMG7ruEoS83Sou93bswyqpU0X_2vvS0iY7R12aH6j4nw8WH6vbVlw8KgIyJab4s3v8BYSToUzKdoeCO2Z2T-YlxlC9M-9h84P6JqsjTCEyILs3y7fg/s1600/5616.jpg" width="143" /></a></div></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Britain says "Farewell" to its Writer, Ronald Blythe, best remembered for his masterly evocation of English rural life in a village called of Akenfield</b> </span><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/01/britain-says-farewell-to-ronald-blythe.html" style="font-weight: bold;">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">February</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Kit Hesketh-Harvey</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivz5XTMmwfHaAgxT6ju55TSYpOH6SulZuUrfF7bzUiWmHnxR1CPqML5Mhc2rkGJvkHuD33FLCPpVYQ7qQYuNhX3mIRHXNihUwCwwZp16SRq9I7OGsVkZsj__VLB-E6mbZfivztTqWVFHGWuyvg3qB8EYJPriYjQLi66jRdWJ_7V12i22lo0lR4K3JH8Ks/s145/IMG_20230233_224407473.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="139" data-original-width="145" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivz5XTMmwfHaAgxT6ju55TSYpOH6SulZuUrfF7bzUiWmHnxR1CPqML5Mhc2rkGJvkHuD33FLCPpVYQ7qQYuNhX3mIRHXNihUwCwwZp16SRq9I7OGsVkZsj__VLB-E6mbZfivztTqWVFHGWuyvg3qB8EYJPriYjQLi66jRdWJ_7V12i22lo0lR4K3JH8Ks/w173-h166/IMG_20230233_224407473.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Britain says "Farewell" to Kit Hesketh-Harvey, its Master where Words meet Music and joyous Renaissance Man</b></span> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/02/britain-says-farewell-to-kit-hesketh.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">March </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Rory Young</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZJcG0VfAI8CbFG4eSzLovjYVE6CAtwNW5ukbmCMR-zk7HdmYHuTAxn89CZPV94ap5-d_sSQ0P5H6GXaqR8DhOyS-MuYRq9w-ZRfnE3JA1KVe8aGsczhB4fV1zOJDxXnz4iIsAJk3ycg9h6RraLFcZRV7-Dbppgh_-Ya7Z0gamuiTA3DXldd_ODA95F8/s162/download%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="130" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZJcG0VfAI8CbFG4eSzLovjYVE6CAtwNW5ukbmCMR-zk7HdmYHuTAxn89CZPV94ap5-d_sSQ0P5H6GXaqR8DhOyS-MuYRq9w-ZRfnE3JA1KVe8aGsczhB4fV1zOJDxXnz4iIsAJk3ycg9h6RraLFcZRV7-Dbppgh_-Ya7Z0gamuiTA3DXldd_ODA95F8/w146-h182/download%20(1).jpg" width="146" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Time for Britain to honour and pay tribute to its Master Stone Carver, Rory Young </span></b><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/03/time-for-britain-to-honour-and-pay.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Mik Critchlow</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHXlcgA28-VESUUrPAT-gePZAAEmjRhcvDdkdSM0utwSbtJvKsoDbA7Yra51FoWEHbqqQMuyr1Qp2fFts4wRh0IKsFECwwjFXAfytcXWFS91-5G93qSRwNxdaU0pnM0JkrWkhru2LywJ_zJnxHyvSDRhNgabNr2PhTVwAEshOYh8oT3uJtQndirpeXNdw/s196/download%20(1)%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="196" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHXlcgA28-VESUUrPAT-gePZAAEmjRhcvDdkdSM0utwSbtJvKsoDbA7Yra51FoWEHbqqQMuyr1Qp2fFts4wRh0IKsFECwwjFXAfytcXWFS91-5G93qSRwNxdaU0pnM0JkrWkhru2LywJ_zJnxHyvSDRhNgabNr2PhTVwAEshOYh8oT3uJtQndirpeXNdw/s1600/download%20(1)%20(1).jpg" width="196" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says "Farewell" to Mik Critchlow, much-loved Photographer of the life and people of a Town called Ashington</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/03/britain-says-farewell-to-mik-critchlow.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dorothy Bohm </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZuFTfYiq04OU9bISrORHKUWbTy4ado-Q1mKZNX1EMgTMBMcBTouMWarqTUFMwoVWyB6X7Hm_QxSVIlsEGzi-9Dt4j9bAZO4jm-VUP9pCP5Vczg3QYYfEijvjCVoWUzzHU-b-b6IUulLENWs4R97YtjHjdaqHWJSPq6VrsUC9F-BHXUojiosZ97USpRY/s258/Screenshot%20(48).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="152" data-original-width="258" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZuFTfYiq04OU9bISrORHKUWbTy4ado-Q1mKZNX1EMgTMBMcBTouMWarqTUFMwoVWyB6X7Hm_QxSVIlsEGzi-9Dt4j9bAZO4jm-VUP9pCP5Vczg3QYYfEijvjCVoWUzzHU-b-b6IUulLENWs4R97YtjHjdaqHWJSPq6VrsUC9F-BHXUojiosZ97USpRY/s1600/Screenshot%20(48).png" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain was once a welcoming country which adopted and has now lost a German-Jewish refugee who became its brilliant photographer, Dorothy Bohm</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/03/britain-says-farewell-to-brilliant.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">April</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Harold Riley</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiF_MQypJauRnz0cPWDrMJJ8g8-6mhCD8TzJMUV-9Vi8Mt1opE_53Ok1VgbyydgNeuu4bW_sTUWdpmmypieNOsXgHr-ldH5yt9ZYp_niVJX6abWERfYYu58PwW4U3jbuxKfEljfqK6QG0B6120EjEq-9zRgV33v4uiO3NTJgsytuyh_h-kyAne0sZRZM/s179/Harold-Riley-Artist.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="179" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiF_MQypJauRnz0cPWDrMJJ8g8-6mhCD8TzJMUV-9Vi8Mt1opE_53Ok1VgbyydgNeuu4bW_sTUWdpmmypieNOsXgHr-ldH5yt9ZYp_niVJX6abWERfYYu58PwW4U3jbuxKfEljfqK6QG0B6120EjEq-9zRgV33v4uiO3NTJgsytuyh_h-kyAne0sZRZM/s1600/Harold-Riley-Artist.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says "Farewell' to the painter and much-loved son of Salford, Harold Riley</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/04/britain-says-farewell-to-painter-and.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">May</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Rosemary Cramp</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb7tDLGR2wJCv8Wzx0AL9AuDtv1HjNflWvQHgLmYQMk_nymomMMDDZKLbyINihNDxAj90oKrxGe1DZNwadHSZRMfSZcIN-7szq-pHp3d8ieJTB9UXrD2pjClGMMi_x9-RQF2JZyQHOeTwplq38gpw1k2u2-viA7oTb1fdo6nFo8RPyYEkUnesTJ5S6jr4/s173/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="154" data-original-width="173" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb7tDLGR2wJCv8Wzx0AL9AuDtv1HjNflWvQHgLmYQMk_nymomMMDDZKLbyINihNDxAj90oKrxGe1DZNwadHSZRMfSZcIN-7szq-pHp3d8ieJTB9UXrD2pjClGMMi_x9-RQF2JZyQHOeTwplq38gpw1k2u2-viA7oTb1fdo6nFo8RPyYEkUnesTJ5S6jr4/s1600/images.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says "Farewell" to the brilliant Rosemary Cramp who, more than any other Archaeologist, opened its eyes to the Anglo Saxons </span></b><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/05/britain-says-farewell-to-brilliant.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">July</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Beatty Orwell</span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAPn-6wsRGZsLAiQzRuSJxVCUMXuJFK8HkCztr4B_zpUhYYbGaWrTGHdDFsV8C-TIi4JtOikzOMf7c8NvqqF4eRUbNTsZEaL-t3Pofz7TgtSZ6waIFjcSmraIriS5ewJzqWW4AWzzQ3cDpTcJr0iTgobYQEkJ2dxg_42DS9Nh2diW9QlkSJ_-YT0eOHM/s215/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="164" data-original-width="215" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAPn-6wsRGZsLAiQzRuSJxVCUMXuJFK8HkCztr4B_zpUhYYbGaWrTGHdDFsV8C-TIi4JtOikzOMf7c8NvqqF4eRUbNTsZEaL-t3Pofz7TgtSZ6waIFjcSmraIriS5ewJzqWW4AWzzQ3cDpTcJr0iTgobYQEkJ2dxg_42DS9Nh2diW9QlkSJ_-YT0eOHM/s1600/download.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says "Goodbye" to the redoubtable Beatty Orwell, protestor against the British Union of Fascists at the Battle of Cable Street in 1936</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/07/britain-says-goodbye-to-redoubtable.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Derek Malcolm</span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT2HvZeYjGr_EqbG5GCEIRcmw_NcABxJO06xGWqFKvuhlX9yPjSBUsvjZd8pkR-U5mRwJwIcvLXEV2X1HegExs2rZ1jebxaoOAS38Rm0IEHT5gf0MCZbuDk_8xCtmZEeSjEmozFgA3ya0FS6AVf7nU0bLkTWY6piTBJdvshClyFHItklCyKRFTCes2Hw/s145/download%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="145" data-original-width="145" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT2HvZeYjGr_EqbG5GCEIRcmw_NcABxJO06xGWqFKvuhlX9yPjSBUsvjZd8pkR-U5mRwJwIcvLXEV2X1HegExs2rZ1jebxaoOAS38Rm0IEHT5gf0MCZbuDk_8xCtmZEeSjEmozFgA3ya0FS6AVf7nU0bLkTWY6piTBJdvshClyFHItklCyKRFTCes2Hw/s1600/download%20(1).jpg" width="145" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says "Farewell" to our old and revered, Prince of Film Critics, Derek Malcolm</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/07/britain-says-farewell-to-its-old-and.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Why has Britain failed to say "Farewell" to Michael Leonard, its once revered and now forgotten, Prince of Photorealist Painters ?</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/09/why-has-britain-failed-to-say-farewell.html">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">October</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Terence Davies</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyDJZt-IB8tKAhE5IjyNw8RpEw9U5B9HLQjKJTj3eD4kQeZ03aGk7TH3dcyj0xBn2-XNxEIdU1-BThJV1gwEhPy917xHrIBEL3cgUnRi4HG6PAn9hLUJot3UwAePx-KcUv1QNHs-il7mtaNsfmU8BCz-pS_MfV1WVetFYwZJKW1uA1W5-ayd5qXKcP0v4/s225/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyDJZt-IB8tKAhE5IjyNw8RpEw9U5B9HLQjKJTj3eD4kQeZ03aGk7TH3dcyj0xBn2-XNxEIdU1-BThJV1gwEhPy917xHrIBEL3cgUnRi4HG6PAn9hLUJot3UwAePx-KcUv1QNHs-il7mtaNsfmU8BCz-pS_MfV1WVetFYwZJKW1uA1W5-ayd5qXKcP0v4/s1600/download.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says "Goodbye" to its Son of Liverpool, Film Director and Prince of Lyricism, Terence Davies</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/10/">(link) </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">December</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tim Brighouse</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKdzmakUqoDXj1K0cvK81xaOB5t0esqXEY47grNsGVqtZdZTv_kiPP95K6qCZiRaU2pCgHpECRuds4yFH7q7LN1luYU6xK1w6yHNhhYcO9xyJABrfVokeMntfwz1yVIPkuQ_D3AmOGIVAe87gKU4TabJ6JBzoF8zRceyAt3wyJ32bXGnfRBJKjBGU6wA/s194/download%20(4).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="135" data-original-width="194" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikKdzmakUqoDXj1K0cvK81xaOB5t0esqXEY47grNsGVqtZdZTv_kiPP95K6qCZiRaU2pCgHpECRuds4yFH7q7LN1luYU6xK1w6yHNhhYcO9xyJABrfVokeMntfwz1yVIPkuQ_D3AmOGIVAe87gKU4TabJ6JBzoF8zRceyAt3wyJ32bXGnfRBJKjBGU6wA/s1600/download%20(4).jpg" width="194" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain's teachers say "Farewell" to their towering beacon of light, the brilliant, charismatic educationalist, Tim Brighouse</span></b> <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2023/12/britains-teachers-say-farewell-to-their.html">(link)</a></div><p></p><p></p>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-61312319323560426372023-12-21T05:02:00.000-08:002024-03-14T10:53:07.060-07:00Britain's teachers say "Farewell" to their towering beacon of light, the brilliant, charismatic educationalist, Tim Brighouse<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Page views: 786</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Tim, who has died at the age of eighty-three, was recognised, in his fifty year career, as a giant among 20th century educationalists said in 2005 :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">"There's a two-fold purpose to education. One is, kind of, are we going to make life better economically whether, as an individual or collectively as a society ? And the second and in my book the far more important purpose of education - it's a moral one. If you don't have an educated people they can't be free. There's a form of mental slavery which is as real as any economic one. We're pledged to destroy it. Educationalists have to do that and they do it by unlocking kids' minds"</span><span style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-KmQwcCz1M">(link)</a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> * * * * * * * * * </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPf_ktUIObpDgtXWCpN7-0aQO4hpyHwsLdlhdkekHE6HvGmatqtX8sTlEWZbr1ygoAlo-rRHMTSlXydPrjsmUImk7MXuux1RVFMxdz7xE8MyzXHLLdqm0e4EzMGOo_4-10DhOQ5GxMkvVrf4cHbdIKAi8qmvtcPi9Js6tpek7GDAZFaVUyNeMnut0ADM/s194/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: x-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="135" data-original-width="194" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPf_ktUIObpDgtXWCpN7-0aQO4hpyHwsLdlhdkekHE6HvGmatqtX8sTlEWZbr1ygoAlo-rRHMTSlXydPrjsmUImk7MXuux1RVFMxdz7xE8MyzXHLLdqm0e4EzMGOo_4-10DhOQ5GxMkvVrf4cHbdIKAi8qmvtcPi9Js6tpek7GDAZFaVUyNeMnut0ADM/s1600/download%20(4).jpg" width="194" /></a></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Born in the market town of Loughborough in Leicestershire in the first full year of the Second World War on a day in January 1940, when it was -4 degrees c, in the coldest month on record for almost 50 years. The son of Mary and Denison, he recalled that he was : <span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"Influenced by an event at the age of ten. I went to a pretty prestigious boys grammar school in the Midlands and was a school phobic".</b></i></span> The school in question was Loughborough Grammar School and he said that he became a phobic : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Because smiling just wasn't part of the curriculum". "</span></i></b></span><span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I would weep at night, I would be physically sick in the morning – this lasted for half a term until my dad lost his job, he sold televisions and we moved to Lowestoft”.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYCoVQ8PCJU&t=59s">(link)</a></span></span></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWiucEz6g17yGdTJlfBG0g1NZXiwg4xT6tyqGu3Z31QGjSsG3hQ0pQRMOLBZprMCxVVyoQLo71Jek7zQraXf25yo585tzYC3FGJW8hs15IBtY4mbeEcmPYFw7c92EU38XZR47nmlt9ulNoor-wD5Bra4TYcSFVeGncKz9o77AGgRK9pD3aAxU8slZAaI/s290/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="290" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWiucEz6g17yGdTJlfBG0g1NZXiwg4xT6tyqGu3Z31QGjSsG3hQ0pQRMOLBZprMCxVVyoQLo71Jek7zQraXf25yo585tzYC3FGJW8hs15IBtY4mbeEcmPYFw7c92EU38XZR47nmlt9ulNoor-wD5Bra4TYcSFVeGncKz9o77AGgRK9pD3aAxU8slZAaI/w201-h121/download%20(6).jpg" width="201" /></a></div>In the coastal town in East Suffolk where, o</span><span>n the first day at his new school, his eldest brother agreed to check on him at break time, Tim recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“But when I met him I said, "You can push off, I’m perfectly happy here, I like this place". "I remember the first school in black and white, the second in colour”.</span></i></b> He described it as a : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"S</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">leepy country kind of school with no prep at all, but amazing interpersonal relationships"</span></i></b>. He might have added that it wasn't single sex. Tim said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"T</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">here was a relaxed expectation, and I went from being miserable, to loving school".</span></i></b> </span><span>At the first school he was tested each week. Students sat in rank order and were treated that way too. The second did none of this: <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“They made everybody feel they were special. They were fantastic teachers”.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj961GT4spu-lk1gNmBAlRKwViDBZFt7xx8841gWhbkR8PX4vygZU1ObfM1aGy1SB5f6JLIbNQLzS82S3edqAasunyyDzckY5X7tA9qqxMRKoxjVpAHlujyR74_lCykVvZd4CiulPgx5Iich3mExGiwbKj8pCQxF6-1j-fz_DfHTSprvF3fOea-vp5HFQs/s1140/l1398_1961_a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="1140" height="87" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj961GT4spu-lk1gNmBAlRKwViDBZFt7xx8841gWhbkR8PX4vygZU1ObfM1aGy1SB5f6JLIbNQLzS82S3edqAasunyyDzckY5X7tA9qqxMRKoxjVpAHlujyR74_lCykVvZd4CiulPgx5Iich3mExGiwbKj8pCQxF6-1j-fz_DfHTSprvF3fOea-vp5HFQs/w513-h87/l1398_1961_a.jpg" width="513" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />At <b>Lowestoft County Grammar School</b> his favourite teacher, Mr Spalding, taught history and inspired him to study it further. <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“He was a terrific person. He was the archetypal after-the-War, been-in-the-War, rode a sit-up-and-beg bike, smoked a pipe, you never knew quite where he was coming from; he would argue one thing one lesson then come in the following lesson and argue the exact opposite; made you do this and that; ran the school debating society, collected stamps, was a fisherman as well, an angler. I kept in touch with him until… well maybe probably a year or two before he died. I thought he was a fantastic guy”.</span></i></b></span><p></p></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Although Tim didn't know it at the time, this experience of school was to determine what he did for then rest of his life. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I'm sure that at that very early age I was thinking 'eh, eh, eh ?' What is the difference between schools that work well and schools that don't work well ? Is it about individuals, group or whatever ?" </span></i></b></span></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8aeCK-6fwRouwnpsTFLEwBBXxNOELU5ECBIpBwtpsvkncsVRU0Gs-tqmPO9VsI9Hejgxtvri84OQUzpRQBWKs2tBWtFnQlZNvbS-_ySOJ9TSstK87MPtoCflaqflTdqZVftMS6XE7-EKxmm39mTUvCS7s8Tik5I1PzeTBVfYimXATFCwAFJHRUMEZTg/s395/Screenshot%20(99).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="395" height="81" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8aeCK-6fwRouwnpsTFLEwBBXxNOELU5ECBIpBwtpsvkncsVRU0Gs-tqmPO9VsI9Hejgxtvri84OQUzpRQBWKs2tBWtFnQlZNvbS-_ySOJ9TSstK87MPtoCflaqflTdqZVftMS6XE7-EKxmm39mTUvCS7s8Tik5I1PzeTBVfYimXATFCwAFJHRUMEZTg/w109-h81/Screenshot%20(99).png" width="109" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-gzhvQ5qy-2Rv7_bXYr0nGtdPUxcQaoqA7v1O2Z_hCfHPS4goapZKETuAQ75I8AzIFqgF63BbPqLPlolr-MfDKlkT8ZZ2iEgDq54aYs3QuN-axAOGyj9hXIr9znbg5FUPQClq3OQrpkbagYb340tNX5fQORF96vkdXmPBneLL7VAuEgsN4-E1mxDVtw/s275/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-gzhvQ5qy-2Rv7_bXYr0nGtdPUxcQaoqA7v1O2Z_hCfHPS4goapZKETuAQ75I8AzIFqgF63BbPqLPlolr-MfDKlkT8ZZ2iEgDq54aYs3QuN-axAOGyj9hXIr9znbg5FUPQClq3OQrpkbagYb340tNX5fQORF96vkdXmPBneLL7VAuEgsN4-E1mxDVtw/w222-h148/download%20(7).jpg" width="222" /></a><p><span>After taking his 'A' levels in 1958 he gained and thanks to Mr Spalding and after several attempts, a place to read Modern History at <b>St. Catherine's College, Oxford</b> </span><span>and thoroughly enjoyed his time there, though initially he felt out of his depth. He recalled : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>“Nobody went from my school to Oxford. I remember being horrified, rolling into an Oxford college to find these hundreds of public schoolboys, all of whom read everything that you could ever read, and I’d only ever read about two or three books”.</i></b></span></p></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiDq5Bj90eXtHPd8lftDMZfVmkkAChXFZIDzw3dqyoevtKO8oNo8QFIFcy_uWdwo4yAU3FcFfiiO8ro-8xJEnV48Jr4-wTXJ_69Su6vy0bXxmEZTnJLCdgMwuaxElywh6q8vUyHGsEyVBvEJJNshjxx_-b5xQ5RYicBOwo-Cm7ShJoVt5MXGkyUAFMis/s1274/_methode_times_prod_web_bin_2340064a-c829-465c-9467-bbd6175a5303.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1274" data-original-width="1022" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiDq5Bj90eXtHPd8lftDMZfVmkkAChXFZIDzw3dqyoevtKO8oNo8QFIFcy_uWdwo4yAU3FcFfiiO8ro-8xJEnV48Jr4-wTXJ_69Su6vy0bXxmEZTnJLCdgMwuaxElywh6q8vUyHGsEyVBvEJJNshjxx_-b5xQ5RYicBOwo-Cm7ShJoVt5MXGkyUAFMis/w89-h111/_methode_times_prod_web_bin_2340064a-c829-465c-9467-bbd6175a5303.jpg" width="89" /></a></div>As</span><span> graduation approached he said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I really wanted to be a journalist, but my parents said it was too hazardous" </span></i></b>and <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I suppose I decided : 'Well I'd like to be a teacher and I might do a bit of History as well and that turned </span></i></b></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">out to be true"</span></i></b>. </span><span>He stayed on in Oxford as a post graduate in the </span><span>Department of Education</span><span> </span><span>and gained his certificate in teaching in 1961 </span><span>and taught history </span><span>in grammar and secondary modern schools, winding up in Monmouthsire.</span><span> He aspired to be a headteacher because he thought they : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"Can shape schools and make them different".</i><span> With his ability and potential clearly manifest, he <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkY_ioXII6pkWE_ztS_3opPZMDLZmpbysmPflbIDWJFj91RHOxcm2yKZbe52YB5K6B3XXP0lrrA8fVzI59KLxkCpq6c289zjHfCFRwbZTD97zuyka_BOA-dlyJpqTusEuMZCXJ0KxKkZDRIsV0uGfXYwdP-xcrXWHzE0ylqK27Waq_2adu_zenaVqoPbo/s394/images%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="128" data-original-width="394" height="60" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkY_ioXII6pkWE_ztS_3opPZMDLZmpbysmPflbIDWJFj91RHOxcm2yKZbe52YB5K6B3XXP0lrrA8fVzI59KLxkCpq6c289zjHfCFRwbZTD97zuyka_BOA-dlyJpqTusEuMZCXJ0KxKkZDRIsV0uGfXYwdP-xcrXWHzE0ylqK27Waq_2adu_zenaVqoPbo/w183-h60/images%20(3).jpg" width="183" /></a></span>moved into his first post in school management as a twenty-six year old Deputy Head Teacher a</span><span>t </span><b>Kingsmark Secondary Modern</b><span> (now Chepstow School). </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvbebvLc7PdnFNueJWOi5h84Re9-h4syrQ8VXbf4FpohnxlHPlg0238VD_8Fn471Evi5vjOsy6c-ab4jWHYUQqRwN8WBHcSJdHXXvXYUjHsI7uuPhcb-yrz3aZj3vZI3rP1GFhm-hRAzzP4GvzvB3YolRPcpIHtfjYHU0D1o-aADzSaiD6B_ndv6V-AE/s234/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="215" data-original-width="234" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvbebvLc7PdnFNueJWOi5h84Re9-h4syrQ8VXbf4FpohnxlHPlg0238VD_8Fn471Evi5vjOsy6c-ab4jWHYUQqRwN8WBHcSJdHXXvXYUjHsI7uuPhcb-yrz3aZj3vZI3rP1GFhm-hRAzzP4GvzvB3YolRPcpIHtfjYHU0D1o-aADzSaiD6B_ndv6V-AE/w129-h118/download%20(8).jpg" width="129" /></a></div>He said however, that he got knocked off course when : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The guy in the school down the road from me said : </span>"Why don't you apply for this job in Monmouthshire ?"<span style="color: #990000;"> which was to be an administrative assistant looking after sites and buildings. I said : "That's just the exciting thing I'd love to do. It was an opportunity to shape how Monmouthshire went comprehensive". </span></i></b>Tim got the job and effervesced with enthusiasm and said : </span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“Educational administrators after the War, there was a number of them and they were amazing. I wanted to do that sort of thing. It looked fun!” </i>He said of the leader of the administrative team that from him he : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"Learnt a tremendous amount. You've got certain people you measure yourself against" </i>and asked himself the question : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"Can I be that sort of administrator who is creative and makes a difference and gives the professional lead ? And I was really lucky that I've had job opportunities that have given me that".</i></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTM7UfzOA95sKtO6SNQPUCUcStrPR8ir3JVf4PAYE0IBZagKLtlhpyX3nNLURlRtuveuSShKVIgv2jgrgzu0vMrzGwx73IE_dcH8wr1hg3KicSfZTxX5ZN2Dxf_eT8ty3zdWofgkCEufVrmh7KzRlFeAz4x7vI3yiS64cDo8V2YT9fzg8xTaZa4ywIdY/s267/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="267" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTM7UfzOA95sKtO6SNQPUCUcStrPR8ir3JVf4PAYE0IBZagKLtlhpyX3nNLURlRtuveuSShKVIgv2jgrgzu0vMrzGwx73IE_dcH8wr1hg3KicSfZTxX5ZN2Dxf_eT8ty3zdWofgkCEufVrmh7KzRlFeAz4x7vI3yiS64cDo8V2YT9fzg8xTaZa4ywIdY/w154-h108/download%20(9).jpg" width="154" /></a></div>In the early 1970s moved to Buckinghamshire County Council's Education Department and teamed up with the equally charismatic, <b>Geoff Cooksey. </b>Their joint project was the creation of Stantonbury Campus, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Skpflzlwz6KdZcA-oaIQrIjJtGId7-aO38szbznNVx7L1OpA18NWAkroihi7YBv8niy0Csz4pYzd5zc5HRJMn3fRo53VES5-p_aL4opoCElGHWJk2cEzRX3S9J_6JmBQdK5KXELSFs7VdEccPrk2lUa8o10rpG_i5Xew2ilzwHDlmUO0DLCnmaalmXI/s226/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="226" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Skpflzlwz6KdZcA-oaIQrIjJtGId7-aO38szbznNVx7L1OpA18NWAkroihi7YBv8niy0Csz4pYzd5zc5HRJMn3fRo53VES5-p_aL4opoCElGHWJk2cEzRX3S9J_6JmBQdK5KXELSFs7VdEccPrk2lUa8o10rpG_i5Xew2ilzwHDlmUO0DLCnmaalmXI/w138-h103/images%20(2).jpg" width="138" /></a></span><span>the first purpose-built comprehensive school for Milton Keynes New Town where Geoff was to be its first director. Together they </span><span>designed state-of-the-art buildings focused on a magnificent resource area and theatre with </span><span>the arts central in school life </span><span>and as </span><span>a community school, it was carpeted throughout. </span><span>Like some other secondary schools built at that time, Stantonbury espoused unashamedly progressive ideas and the curriculum featured interdisciplinary work. For some, most radically, uniform was rejected and teachers and pupils were on first-name terms as a sign that they were all in it together.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyazepUecJHqPi8MWqSP0CeKHf9Utt2mh7k6HuGAmixpmrAEl6rACuS5JM1zTkMJqpRKLjHDtdfb8OqxplfSN3SM2FEUy8Hbti_Ofo1nULX1w0AcKUprlCox813CdKu5Cs3EOGjI7E43bevIUKBulxCKv9LTvOsqAIYnvR7eGat0dHmfFNl4JBoquJno/s289/download%20(14).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="289" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyazepUecJHqPi8MWqSP0CeKHf9Utt2mh7k6HuGAmixpmrAEl6rACuS5JM1zTkMJqpRKLjHDtdfb8OqxplfSN3SM2FEUy8Hbti_Ofo1nULX1w0AcKUprlCox813CdKu5Cs3EOGjI7E43bevIUKBulxCKv9LTvOsqAIYnvR7eGat0dHmfFNl4JBoquJno/w212-h128/download%20(14).jpg" width="212" /></a></div>In 1993 he took his post as Chief Education Officer in <b>Birmingham</b> and later said that it was :<b><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></b></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><i>"The best time of my life. It was a job I prayed I would get, because I was over fifty and I thought I was finished"</i>.</span> </span><span>When he was scheduled to start work he turned up to the office a week late. He had, he told amazed officials, spent the week visiting schools there to find out what was going on. </span><span>Birmingham at that time was at such a low ebb that thirteen schools had opted out of the local authority in the year before Tim started and joined the Tories' new grant-maintained sector. He said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "They wanted to write targets into my contract. They asked me what would be a reasonable number of schools opting out in my first year. I said: what about none?"</span></i></b> Needless to say, Tim met his self-imposed goal.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Tim went visiting schools and held workshops - eleven of them in his first year - in which all the city's headteachers participated. His aim was simple : School improvement. He wanted to examine the processes and practices that made the huge differences in schools with teachers and share what worked with everyone. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I wanted to find good practice in Birmingham and open the window and say 'My goodness, look at this. Are we not energy creators in this place?'"</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGiLP1yGhv1j-0xCbnfGgPAREAbkUEL0q6m2ZzsfPc9zB4mSPuREUO4wg4Ke-7qjySIpM9w2W66X344g2CWOg3-2RPSAfbXavd655GLPNIBO5hWbQYN9JbhtXKa3MsG4aU8AFcMtDX6BnPCpOh2VAzLouKAXHeNM4BOUqbDRalyQUTc3YE4zGw26A0hs/s175/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="175" data-original-width="116" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGiLP1yGhv1j-0xCbnfGgPAREAbkUEL0q6m2ZzsfPc9zB4mSPuREUO4wg4Ke-7qjySIpM9w2W66X344g2CWOg3-2RPSAfbXavd655GLPNIBO5hWbQYN9JbhtXKa3MsG4aU8AFcMtDX6BnPCpOh2VAzLouKAXHeNM4BOUqbDRalyQUTc3YE4zGw26A0hs/w94-h142/download%20(10).jpg" width="94" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He had been only been in the job for a short time when <b>John Patten</b>, the Government's Education Secretary, launched an extraordinary attack at a Tory party conference fringe meeting and said of Tim : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"I fear for Birmingham, with this madman let loose, wandering the streets, frightening the children"</span><span style="color: #990000;">.</span></i></b> Tim recalled : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“He made it within three weeks of my arriving in Birmingham and don’t forget, I was going back into local authority administration, so within three weeks, that was all over the press”.</span></i></b> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iF9HLa_okkcjcSZqI6CCS5SbYHD2MO-_P6ZyjGTuNA0cnBMvlBX082sMov8uqBqJjYfd343QUbO5ZHM1feX_IxfuUNXDsjXRfY_FxdDAPDMReOSezjQeEuxX_wdjDr5L_p5JyEPPN4ycmqhmS6l5ekeF0SsA37-gAL5ngaUBF-5xaLY0xzs9Za8q940/s200/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iF9HLa_okkcjcSZqI6CCS5SbYHD2MO-_P6ZyjGTuNA0cnBMvlBX082sMov8uqBqJjYfd343QUbO5ZHM1feX_IxfuUNXDsjXRfY_FxdDAPDMReOSezjQeEuxX_wdjDr5L_p5JyEPPN4ycmqhmS6l5ekeF0SsA37-gAL5ngaUBF-5xaLY0xzs9Za8q940/w94-h94/download%20(11).jpg" width="94" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Tim felt he had no choice but to pursue a complaint in court. In the event it did him a bit of good because he said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“The fact that I won it and gave the settlement money to inner city education and the fact that during the ten months of the case, the politicians in Birmingham said :</span></i></b> <b style="font-style: italic;">"You don’t want to tangle with him, he takes on Secretaries of State, so if he says something – listen"</b>. He said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"It did mean that I could take lots and lots of risks and I knew the politicians wouldn’t try anything”. </i>It was typical of Tim that he used </span><span>some of it to set up the<b> University of the First Age,</b> to encourage out of hours activities to enrich school children's learning.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>During his time, Birmingham school results constantly increased and he became renowned for kindnesses, sending perhaps as many as 10,000 letters of congratulations and thankyou to teachers, and even turning up with champagne to one school after a tough Ofsted inspection after the ordeal was over. All was evidence of his belief that people work well when they are happy and engaged and he would do his bit to enhance that and said : </span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Blooming hell…that’s about being human! It isn’t that I won’t confront difficult situations where people have made a balls-up of something, because I have, and I do, and I would. But I do think they deserve dignity. And if somebody has not made a success of a particular school, they may have made a success of it earlier on. They may have been a very good head in another place or they may have been a fantastic deputy or they may be fantastic with difficult kids”.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZQ5csh4c9hHzWVRrosbQGPReNtPohJMV5Ye71u_ieJsgpJPs2GYpkQUkuUCWvDfIg4GmUjBhAZgIOtaMPwIWuWuBfVyRL5qM9J7edJV8EbcUq7JNp7dTri-FBtZI4teXDmW9I5ujalVKvd_gHOMYJkUpQRoiEsIZe-XQnid0ofEmO0eGjYxPr6YCsFk/s290/images%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="290" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZQ5csh4c9hHzWVRrosbQGPReNtPohJMV5Ye71u_ieJsgpJPs2GYpkQUkuUCWvDfIg4GmUjBhAZgIOtaMPwIWuWuBfVyRL5qM9J7edJV8EbcUq7JNp7dTri-FBtZI4teXDmW9I5ujalVKvd_gHOMYJkUpQRoiEsIZe-XQnid0ofEmO0eGjYxPr6YCsFk/w191-h115/images%20(4).jpg" width="191" /></a></div>During his tenure in Birmingham in 1999, he clashed with the Chief Inspector of Schools in England,<b> Chris Woodhead</b> who </span><span>was infuriated after Tim gave evidence to the Government's Education Select Committee's inquiry into Ofsted that questioned the accuracy of its inspections. </span><span>Tim was tired of being caricatured as championing 'trendy' teaching methods, while Woodhead was represented as the guardian of traditional values. He said :</span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "I do believe in inspection, though I think we should have a better inspection system. I do believe in raising standards".</span></i></b> </span><span>Tim was thought to have been angered by an anonymous article in the Mail on Sunday written by an 'education insider' which parroted the views of Woodhead and attacked Tim with large parts of the article were very similar to speeches made by Woodhead.</span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>It is not an exaggeration to say that h</span><span>is achievements in what had, by general consent, been the worst education authority in England, changed the debate on big-city schooling. As Ofsted put it in an almost lyrical report in 2002, two years after Woodhead left his post, Birmingham was : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"An example to all others of what can be done, even in the most demanding urban environment".</span></i></b> Tim's role was recognised when it said its success was attributable above all, to : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The energising and inspirational example set by the Chief Education Officer".</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMiCBT0-kGAtt4oc60kmiZfiTnVydeRJt51EEIqnnffsfloU3KQqbR7JoL2TYIDZuj6R_iXFi1WHIv3fOsh90Y4irbabM7xtEtwm1laua-k5V1yslNWyT-6d8M7Kk0odZE8L2oIHhvfgu7H6ORoEfC8Lbjli1yg7zC81vK5b7ZA8tVfj0v1w88KmK5o8/s273/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="185" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMiCBT0-kGAtt4oc60kmiZfiTnVydeRJt51EEIqnnffsfloU3KQqbR7JoL2TYIDZuj6R_iXFi1WHIv3fOsh90Y4irbabM7xtEtwm1laua-k5V1yslNWyT-6d8M7Kk0odZE8L2oIHhvfgu7H6ORoEfC8Lbjli1yg7zC81vK5b7ZA8tVfj0v1w88KmK5o8/w110-h162/download%20(12).jpg" width="110" /></a></div><div><span>Education expert, Professor Ted Wragg said : <b><i><span style="color: #274e13;">"He is outstanding. He works with people rather than against them. He gives teachers a great sense of belonging rather than making them feel they are victims of policies. Birmingham teachers are much more positive than teachers elsewhere, they are not beleaguered. They see themselves as part of a great crusade. </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><i>When I did my inquiry a damn good city was being badly let down on its education. Now it's a model for the nation. If I was asked to do an education commission anywhere else, I would not bother with taking evidence. I would produce a three-word report which would say: 'Appoint Tim Brighouse'".</i></b></span></div></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yrEWN1s0WgAw5UUn9z27Kpj6sLtklprlc5Xnk2OB67bRoojrBEXi6LP1A2MePfDKDO2ICoAEJQ1g5lLBfDNDkKLZZqc7ycFJgVzNSnc6P9uf21aYVAQEoqGFpl92YgzcDbBTlGfxB9qDEBw7vaDXT19cp9cU_-yKiTwvPTiJyzXfEnIRolX5fLUAslo/s650/1697813877.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="650" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yrEWN1s0WgAw5UUn9z27Kpj6sLtklprlc5Xnk2OB67bRoojrBEXi6LP1A2MePfDKDO2ICoAEJQ1g5lLBfDNDkKLZZqc7ycFJgVzNSnc6P9uf21aYVAQEoqGFpl92YgzcDbBTlGfxB9qDEBw7vaDXT19cp9cU_-yKiTwvPTiJyzXfEnIRolX5fLUAslo/s320/1697813877.heic" width="320" /></a></div>In his book 'How Successful Headteachers Survive and Thrive' Tim suggested that Heads should greet children and teachers as they enter school. They should go on a daily walk, talking to kitchen staff and cleaners as well as teachers, and sometimes follow a pupil through a day's lessons. They should be not 'scolds' but 'skalds' - a Scandinavian word for poets who inspire warriors before battle - recalling great deeds and anticipating further triumphs. They should sa</span>y "we", not "I". An<span>d they should spend two hours a week doing </span><b><i><span>"acts of unexpected kindness",</span></i></b><span> remembering birthdays and writing appreciative notes.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPtkoFO22NmAt6_lBVmMsL0_JP0NHRDY3hmnB6J9X_skg5_IVLcPE_PSbfeKllB_L0gUU8t-8iSvBfqrKh7uEw-DrpFojLk2EaRRFreSIMbvfLXKrK7CrgHq_ayf9d7kbFw79PUasj3o-9CfqGCs7EjL0AGVZEvFgxxW6D1-1IIvh6fEuv_vo2qAllqQ/s299/images%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPtkoFO22NmAt6_lBVmMsL0_JP0NHRDY3hmnB6J9X_skg5_IVLcPE_PSbfeKllB_L0gUU8t-8iSvBfqrKh7uEw-DrpFojLk2EaRRFreSIMbvfLXKrK7CrgHq_ayf9d7kbFw79PUasj3o-9CfqGCs7EjL0AGVZEvFgxxW6D1-1IIvh6fEuv_vo2qAllqQ/w193-h108/images%20(5).jpg" width="193" /></a></div>Tim's next move was to London in 2002 where he was the<span style="color: #274e13; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> G</span></span><span>overnment-appointed London Schools Commissioner or "Tsar". </span><span><b>Stephen Twigg </b>who, as an Education Minister, worked with Tim in his role said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"He exceeded expectations. He brought incredible energy".</span></i></b></span><span>Tim himself said at the time : </span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I've been deliberately not visible in London. </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I've made an impact on schools, but not on the public. I didn't think the London media, particularly the Evening Standard, would give me a fair crack of the whip. It would have been a time and energy trap".</span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pmdhJ9uV4KFAuhm1gS4wll6q1yYDIsvUOVsXcCAJWPUFY81ba0NTN1utVFlIWuccq5GL8vRILFSaJlswHtOH_FVLKm1CF6WkOVYwZfCPpzh3jafNrwIBp8GCNIXXFPJO6iW769HGXoWwlSNaXBobXiLqCDliXwYDnnhtoOujJa0v78D2bP6AwZrpiJU/s268/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="188" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pmdhJ9uV4KFAuhm1gS4wll6q1yYDIsvUOVsXcCAJWPUFY81ba0NTN1utVFlIWuccq5GL8vRILFSaJlswHtOH_FVLKm1CF6WkOVYwZfCPpzh3jafNrwIBp8GCNIXXFPJO6iW769HGXoWwlSNaXBobXiLqCDliXwYDnnhtoOujJa0v78D2bP6AwZrpiJU/w114-h162/download%20(13).jpg" width="114" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90MUQVUdvVGEXEgs34SyCYQf1ES7j08rkZN__7ZmwcNHl7tJE3blx1tMYat0QMcAkgiUkwHTml_x14hhjxhJbIgrDp_MMAoCPqp0iBTSmQXagoauWh7i0sU_ylsDNhWRO0Wb3auRIEL4jg4qR5w8owxpdkLJjxFPTyB6FvhXvXlwWqBBccoEwrwghlRw/s243/Screenshot%20(97).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="243" height="89" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90MUQVUdvVGEXEgs34SyCYQf1ES7j08rkZN__7ZmwcNHl7tJE3blx1tMYat0QMcAkgiUkwHTml_x14hhjxhJbIgrDp_MMAoCPqp0iBTSmQXagoauWh7i0sU_ylsDNhWRO0Wb3auRIEL4jg4qR5w8owxpdkLJjxFPTyB6FvhXvXlwWqBBccoEwrwghlRw/w90-h89/Screenshot%20(97).png" width="90" /></a>He instituted the 'London Challenge', a scheme to make the capital 'A <span> world leader in education" by offering extra support to 70</span><span> disadvantaged schools and five low-performing boroughs. H</span><span>e was asked, in a meeting, by the then Prime Minister, <b>Tony Blair,</b> if there was anything he wanted to add to the London Challenge prospectus ? Tim</span><span> said his suggestion that they should include something about the chaotic state of secondary school admissions in the capital was : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Greeted with an audible silence”</span></i></b>, after which, he admits, he backed off the subject. He reflected : </span><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">“I have no idea how often I spoke truth to power; I am not sure I did enough. I didn’t fight hard enough over admissions and I am conscious now that I should have done more". </b>He was pleased with what he had achieved but this nagged at him and he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"B</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">ecause we didn’t address admissions or exclusions and you see the results of that now in the children who are effectively forgotten by the system”.</span></i></b></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Interviewed in 2015 when he was seventy-five, Tim said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I keep in touch with teaching because I always hankered after being a head teacher and I really, really, really wanted to be a head teacher, That's my greatest regret and the headteachers I've worked with and there have been many, have always said to me : </span><span>"That's your problem really - frustrated head teacher".</span></i></b></span></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHyIbV5tC25LAe6T4weJy6BFFrwxtgURhLV9uYLWtgsKW5XlFTtWJ0pqMghLLSG7f2TuodleYRND0F31FlGImGL_7LCNPQ1CEeA0TN5P-UK_uUHIPyNlxvkTW9H6Ne8fBcrZibtjqoxMVwczzQlStQWVzwnq7E7ipVITCpDi0r80TNVkkFYpyYpuzb1k/s491/Screenshot%20(103).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="491" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHyIbV5tC25LAe6T4weJy6BFFrwxtgURhLV9uYLWtgsKW5XlFTtWJ0pqMghLLSG7f2TuodleYRND0F31FlGImGL_7LCNPQ1CEeA0TN5P-UK_uUHIPyNlxvkTW9H6Ne8fBcrZibtjqoxMVwczzQlStQWVzwnq7E7ipVITCpDi0r80TNVkkFYpyYpuzb1k/w186-h116/Screenshot%20(103).png" width="186" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;">Inspiring young teachers in a meeting in Northern Ireland he deployed George Bernard Shaw with his : </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpcAC-qWZ2AkzoOLLhriNKApAzlwoR2-eh8udGDF2sNevjTjEDbHCR-kYQT0dlltPwHQQ3cMHJDY0fTyzcBj4OgJZJESrjk5nuQo_6KhZiYnExaMZX2RV2VYHr87n6UpHIIK2AA346NiwT-Ecrn2kOntIdMRsGsQ7P2sTkaehbY4F2C9xdBxuLDoGaLM/s275/download%20(15).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="97" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpcAC-qWZ2AkzoOLLhriNKApAzlwoR2-eh8udGDF2sNevjTjEDbHCR-kYQT0dlltPwHQQ3cMHJDY0fTyzcBj4OgJZJESrjk5nuQo_6KhZiYnExaMZX2RV2VYHr87n6UpHIIK2AA346NiwT-Ecrn2kOntIdMRsGsQ7P2sTkaehbY4F2C9xdBxuLDoGaLM/w64-h97/download%20(15).jpg" width="64" /></a>“This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. </i></span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations”.</i><span> </span><a href="https://vimeo.com/385483289#t=29m40s">(link)</a></span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwCgFOEiPLOPcSfP4K2ESKUthgG01YdcyekS7_5FZTokjxqckQYYB9Ok7kyXwuFDDf362rfj4NQCEbuLV2l5JW6bhIJ_lJhCo_xsjMSKYHa4feC2cy0gKDvRIvGAspktFoCqQ-iQJTzHFgQZ-tXH6lRl9ythfraXjazCuR03zdW3WQKfXgwE7g-f2ch4/s275/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwCgFOEiPLOPcSfP4K2ESKUthgG01YdcyekS7_5FZTokjxqckQYYB9Ok7kyXwuFDDf362rfj4NQCEbuLV2l5JW6bhIJ_lJhCo_xsjMSKYHa4feC2cy0gKDvRIvGAspktFoCqQ-iQJTzHFgQZ-tXH6lRl9ythfraXjazCuR03zdW3WQKfXgwE7g-f2ch4/w61-h92/download%20(3).jpg" width="61" /></span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>His son, Harry Brighouse, who works as </span><span>political philosopher at the University of Wisconsin–Madison in the U.S.A said :<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"> </span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"><span>“He was a loving husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather and a towering figure in the word of education. </span><span>He never wavered in his belief that teachers and schools change children’s lives for the better”.</span></span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibJEpL7kxPJEcZu_Rk93kibSYe5MDLcZ5fFAtr8MocIE10MpJGOyaKHFzZ019IMBZTfosKN0-gm7OygEyvYliV3zUA4VRO5UeuYGS4viNzLHPapHi3hyphenhyphen3Kep_b2UcvLuEWG7-N_hl7ZvMESMqz6s3UyrfyT4xKD2eKjhQLcmlSCPs0q5lCNgD3McxTFk/s500/9781785835865-uk.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="354" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibJEpL7kxPJEcZu_Rk93kibSYe5MDLcZ5fFAtr8MocIE10MpJGOyaKHFzZ019IMBZTfosKN0-gm7OygEyvYliV3zUA4VRO5UeuYGS4viNzLHPapHi3hyphenhyphen3Kep_b2UcvLuEWG7-N_hl7ZvMESMqz6s3UyrfyT4xKD2eKjhQLcmlSCPs0q5lCNgD3McxTFk/w91-h129/9781785835865-uk.jpg" width="91" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In the final chapter of his last book, 'About Our Schools', published last year,</span><span> he expressed the same hope that had sustained him throughout his career, looking forward to the dawn of :<br /></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>“A new educational age — a time of hope, ambition and collaboration”. </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B36lFiatAmk&t=61s">(link)</a> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">x x x x x x x x x </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What you said about my post : </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vu0koj-9u5xuL_eQ7oU6lUikdU5rTptSRzNV_SNzG281-JnkmgOjKhMmnM3r-nrIf-GNmuCbRQ8AtkEQoN11rEzRQNDfTLtcvcsvihuqxQUgB2CMW9M-57z1775PhQ2qlAiN4irdbIXaZmFspY51TN9zI590efBpxyHeDHOS2uOojhs6xmkyBzXh7AE/s181/download%20(19).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="180" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vu0koj-9u5xuL_eQ7oU6lUikdU5rTptSRzNV_SNzG281-JnkmgOjKhMmnM3r-nrIf-GNmuCbRQ8AtkEQoN11rEzRQNDfTLtcvcsvihuqxQUgB2CMW9M-57z1775PhQ2qlAiN4irdbIXaZmFspY51TN9zI590efBpxyHeDHOS2uOojhs6xmkyBzXh7AE/w63-h64/download%20(19).jpg" width="63" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Tony Gallagher : <b><i>'Many thanks for this wide-ranging tribute to one of the greatest educators of our time. Anyone who met with Tim Brighouse will recognise his </i></b><b><i>qualities and inspiration in this tribute'. </i></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkvt7RxJJESzm00WT7ZE3h6uDQjvp1gGAZqB9oREHxY4cMUIP23c2yD2sy-bouWpXxvJbMLnl3HUuJacFLDrDgPMMOkMdMlCfUnZ414KwuVqRePii3HaJRLt-OEvL8CRyfoP-VUJAtz3Iq9aLrKIW3RsknqcOb7LOCF7e3-OHyc8IQFPEfiYC0XthBzs/s225/download%20(23).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="75" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkvt7RxJJESzm00WT7ZE3h6uDQjvp1gGAZqB9oREHxY4cMUIP23c2yD2sy-bouWpXxvJbMLnl3HUuJacFLDrDgPMMOkMdMlCfUnZ414KwuVqRePii3HaJRLt-OEvL8CRyfoP-VUJAtz3Iq9aLrKIW3RsknqcOb7LOCF7e3-OHyc8IQFPEfiYC0XthBzs/w75-h75/download%20(23).jpg" width="75" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Helen Salmon : '<b><i>Wonderful inspirational man. He inspired so many of us. We need more like him in education now'. </i></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0aFoyEnfhYM3qKDgZYBBMtOEV1AuBu6y7IrYwz4GkoQQlhyY7xhvFD3rixkFBqg3AOAG-rXIN4f4oQmZ0jhlVYeyFBRgjOxEZglYTdlOc6TTsOO85ZaTVtculjlda82WQ44G3YOJqxiBKW7m6sW5oBJbJn4wfx8KFuCWUuOHuq6M4uYLcixbKj-UPak/s259/download%20(22).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0aFoyEnfhYM3qKDgZYBBMtOEV1AuBu6y7IrYwz4GkoQQlhyY7xhvFD3rixkFBqg3AOAG-rXIN4f4oQmZ0jhlVYeyFBRgjOxEZglYTdlOc6TTsOO85ZaTVtculjlda82WQ44G3YOJqxiBKW7m6sW5oBJbJn4wfx8KFuCWUuOHuq6M4uYLcixbKj-UPak/w73-h98/download%20(22).jpg" width="73" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Seb Schmoller : <b><i>'I enjoyed reading that. One of the greats : tremendous </i></b><b><i>presence, easy to take risks with, uncompromising, committed, convincing'.</i></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1mLyeZjxK8EtcFXzExVKWjAebH6euQ9WCK6sYJFehrYR-JTLo2Qv9xkMjT6lTwtXT33sKeBlii8jCzjCH9cGesMXUx63NOoNnlm6MFg9hSUDELUZnvj_CaRMnnIkmfcmYLlcDvnl_r1ShxBrhG-X54WH1977mFaJRDnVxFSXzc8wSWqRj4PJ9tU6TQ0/s227/download%20(21).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="227" data-original-width="222" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1mLyeZjxK8EtcFXzExVKWjAebH6euQ9WCK6sYJFehrYR-JTLo2Qv9xkMjT6lTwtXT33sKeBlii8jCzjCH9cGesMXUx63NOoNnlm6MFg9hSUDELUZnvj_CaRMnnIkmfcmYLlcDvnl_r1ShxBrhG-X54WH1977mFaJRDnVxFSXzc8wSWqRj4PJ9tU6TQ0/w67-h69/download%20(21).jpg" width="67" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Colin Pettigrew : <i style="font-weight: bold;">'That's marvelous, thank you for sharing John and I will certainly hope that 2024 and one of Tim's many legacies will be : "A new educational age - a time of hope, ambition and collaboration "'.</i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPEhRyFQfIC_PcLMdugzDzOPw4mBT0w5uElrvxMLu5j3kn72cUfvaNc9Qa1BA5tdIAr23arnN8xxZbwzs7ZmaYImmeflsPLzZsCRidUOVl03hV0uc5xFnid_SLCHthgcJfSL8skIJsQb_Roy01SuyMKQ-5etDhtOBhqGWzQYWfrfLmdg_qxYF9IvEx4E/s225/download%20(16).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="51" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPEhRyFQfIC_PcLMdugzDzOPw4mBT0w5uElrvxMLu5j3kn72cUfvaNc9Qa1BA5tdIAr23arnN8xxZbwzs7ZmaYImmeflsPLzZsCRidUOVl03hV0uc5xFnid_SLCHthgcJfSL8skIJsQb_Roy01SuyMKQ-5etDhtOBhqGWzQYWfrfLmdg_qxYF9IvEx4E/w51-h51/download%20(16).jpg" width="51" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr Karamat Iqbal : <b><i>'Thank you. Added to my reading list between Christmas and new year; will be useful in my own writing about Tim'.</i></b></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcI1md1qgu37XJnpXWfG6PIroJ7fl4uNBiWzZtJjYY3qWqM_0dwUXP4OBAEMZp53Vqh7nYYAkOz7NLr2nuBXd-rlfqGhLaxohrI_2y8hDi15Os8pFHdTYwGTWhfEsKoa5U_0K-XUSVOtto20mkLPJ_MqflhULycSbKICkIylONPGCaxFtxp0BSqO1p3I/s189/download%20(20).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="189" height="58" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcI1md1qgu37XJnpXWfG6PIroJ7fl4uNBiWzZtJjYY3qWqM_0dwUXP4OBAEMZp53Vqh7nYYAkOz7NLr2nuBXd-rlfqGhLaxohrI_2y8hDi15Os8pFHdTYwGTWhfEsKoa5U_0K-XUSVOtto20mkLPJ_MqflhULycSbKICkIylONPGCaxFtxp0BSqO1p3I/w58-h58/download%20(20).jpg" width="58" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Carol Atherton :<b><i> 'This is a lovely tribute. Such an important figure and a genuinely</i></b><b><i> inspiring man'.</i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Primary Head :<b><i> '</i></b><b><i>A lovely article!'</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">David Jones :<b><i> 'That was a great read'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sonya Lanckham : <i><b>'What a beautiful tribute. May you rest in peace, Sir Tim'.</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Juliet Robinson : '<b><i>A lovely tribute'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr Jill Berry : <b><i>'Loved it. Thanks for sharing John'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mel Ainscow :<b><i> 'Don't miss this splendid account of Tim's journey'. </i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Juliet Robinson :<b><i> 'Thank you for sharing ! A lovely tribute'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Matthew Crawford : <b><i>'This is a wonderful tribute, thank you for sharing'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Walkerdine : <b><i>'Thanks John. That's excellent'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tidbury Green School : <b><i>'Thank you. A wonderful read'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Maureen Hunt :<b><i> 'That's amazing - well done'.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr Kenny Frederick : <b><i>'A fabulous tribute. No more that he deserved ! Thank you !'</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian Lightman : <b><i>'A wonderful tribute to a great educationalist'</i></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>.</i></b></span></p>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-56577460393000914982023-12-13T08:36:00.000-08:002023-12-13T09:55:24.868-08:00Britain once again remembers the work of Nicholas Winton who saved the lives of so many children before the Second World War<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSfU0dacRLl0C1yc0i-fVrV1X901Sx90XGtUJCC6qZoXZwbz8_8v7av8ah-5RUicR8xsQ9ItEbAfBHdF1xWZt0Wxy8VEYcx7OqTwA-PbhQzlbjV_RKAtMK1kSYwBdZGU3Fg5WKe5xo5lVT80Q2sw6gXElfGtp-zcn27zdqCY2NYo2WLrBxBlnG40Iyrc/s460/sir-Nicholas-Winto_3088020c%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="460" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSfU0dacRLl0C1yc0i-fVrV1X901Sx90XGtUJCC6qZoXZwbz8_8v7av8ah-5RUicR8xsQ9ItEbAfBHdF1xWZt0Wxy8VEYcx7OqTwA-PbhQzlbjV_RKAtMK1kSYwBdZGU3Fg5WKe5xo5lVT80Q2sw6gXElfGtp-zcn27zdqCY2NYo2WLrBxBlnG40Iyrc/w193-h121/sir-Nicholas-Winto_3088020c%20(1).jpg" width="193" /></a></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BwKM8F_tPRg/VE_8qfeVwGI/AAAAAAAAZO8/qGPdo4BW4zE/s1600/winton4_2917263g.jpg" style="background-color: #c0a154; clear: left; color: #cc3300; float: left; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.524px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BwKM8F_tPRg/VE_8qfeVwGI/AAAAAAAAZO8/qGPdo4BW4zE/s1600/winton4_2917263g.jpg" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: none; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" /></a><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Nicholas, who was a wonderful example of what can be achieved by selfless determination, died at the age of 106 in 2015. The previous October he had flown to the Czech Republic to receive the country's highest honour, the 'Order of the White Lion', from the President, in recognition of his saving, though his 'kindertransport', 669 Jewish children from certain death under the Nazis in 1939.<a href="http://ow.ly/DwMA2">(link)</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Now, bringing Nicholas back into view, we have the World premier of the film, 'One Life' starring Anthony Hopkins as the older Nicholas having its world premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival in September and its European premiere at the 2023 London Film Festival, followed by a theatrical release in the United Kingdom on 5 January 2024 by Warner Bros. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ethollg-PI&t=6s">(link)</a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHloS1qFHMGHwYOyxbAK0TmzjplVek9IChSdGU_SkeVqDX1klGAj2Tnt9BUs1b8W8st5Yh_CmBXfbwJ_mTsPnfzH6KFBhGxMKRf0xdKSKYyuucGYxL-iEuzBZDMb-dZ4g2JtpebKMDs1RRJidgEeXwTaXc3Yy0-Ed1wiLfU97OaUtCRays2KupnPd27I/s300/download%20(4).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHloS1qFHMGHwYOyxbAK0TmzjplVek9IChSdGU_SkeVqDX1klGAj2Tnt9BUs1b8W8st5Yh_CmBXfbwJ_mTsPnfzH6KFBhGxMKRf0xdKSKYyuucGYxL-iEuzBZDMb-dZ4g2JtpebKMDs1RRJidgEeXwTaXc3Yy0-Ed1wiLfU97OaUtCRays2KupnPd27I/s1600/download%20(4).jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Although this extraordinary man outlived many of the children he saved, 6000 people are alive today because of the success of his efforts in Central Europe on the brink of the Second World War, 84 years ago. His motto had been : </span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "IF SOMETHING ISN'T BLATANTLY IMPOSSIBLE, THERE MUST BE A WAY OF</span><span style="font-size: large;"> DOING IT" </span></span></b></i></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqeqoy6llqaw0upGZNlTq3MWvJQXBr5bg6GTAVDDcDVdzRPGpvBwUeDXozTCIBRN20AWYWNbTjszDnEs8pa8mpE1CckQa_NtwtN3ndIJkaQ5OUVQ8j5ZNcB2BigOJW9JybE5igcUWU47lrC46a-0juRxB593EhKB7BzHHK0pXJFTyD_eeVxMaci_BKYc/s2367/2-N,L,B-v-young_1%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2367" data-original-width="1748" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqeqoy6llqaw0upGZNlTq3MWvJQXBr5bg6GTAVDDcDVdzRPGpvBwUeDXozTCIBRN20AWYWNbTjszDnEs8pa8mpE1CckQa_NtwtN3ndIJkaQ5OUVQ8j5ZNcB2BigOJW9JybE5igcUWU47lrC46a-0juRxB593EhKB7BzHHK0pXJFTyD_eeVxMaci_BKYc/w116-h157/2-N,L,B-v-young_1%20(1).jpg" width="116" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Nicholas was born in 1909 in Hampstead, London, the son of German Jewish parents, Babette and Rudolf Wertheim. Due to anti-German feeling in the First World War, the family changed their name to Wortham. Babette became Barbara and both Lottie and Nicky (Nicholas) were christened. After the war they changed back to Wertheim but in 1938 to avoid seeming German once again, they changed one last time to Winton. <b>Nicky, captured on camera </b>with with sister Lottie and brother Bobby in about 1917. His was a favoured childhood and his father, a successful banker, housed his family in a 20-room mansion in West Hampstead, London. </span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDZn5SSg5s48UfaSfOpZhg9pRAIBpCQEhfRX6En9qfIaJTJcyo70pNKs8hfS7D49bQLV__0t7C65H7VEzedIT-1rgGqA5lwZ2F1-H_xJKEObwQoQT8Bq9oMdSWKJUOA41NK30rnkTrhcbwzioxAQhjrf9WTF6iJjrlTJNJXHSQZLum5uu-tSb5GGxuA0/s355/untitledvvv.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="355" height="86" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDZn5SSg5s48UfaSfOpZhg9pRAIBpCQEhfRX6En9qfIaJTJcyo70pNKs8hfS7D49bQLV__0t7C65H7VEzedIT-1rgGqA5lwZ2F1-H_xJKEObwQoQT8Bq9oMdSWKJUOA41NK30rnkTrhcbwzioxAQhjrf9WTF6iJjrlTJNJXHSQZLum5uu-tSb5GGxuA0/w217-h86/untitledvvv.png" width="217" /></span></a></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64QvFY_fyW7sZiLLQ-6VYumRErGKRlzXQg9dSof3k34zAyyiUv_dW7gzjNOUaBTIWiT-m-DJYKCPhjWhPfXlsPHgTnkO7WRKVa0HU76J7f8QBCzY2xsPjkmCCcR6wPl5vhZiGcLQ-f2ODiaQhjjenSgLYAzMOtdlsH5Q1Oz4qAxXNzPOLIvjQggX4S2E/s258/download.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="195" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64QvFY_fyW7sZiLLQ-6VYumRErGKRlzXQg9dSof3k34zAyyiUv_dW7gzjNOUaBTIWiT-m-DJYKCPhjWhPfXlsPHgTnkO7WRKVa0HU76J7f8QBCzY2xsPjkmCCcR6wPl5vhZiGcLQ-f2ODiaQhjjenSgLYAzMOtdlsH5Q1Oz4qAxXNzPOLIvjQggX4S2E/w127-h170/download.jpg" width="127" /></span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">At the age of 14 in 1923, his parents sent him to board at the fee-paying public school for boys, <b>Stowe School</b> in Buckinghamshire which was newly opened. Although he only attended for three years, his time there had a huge influence on his developing character. He was inspired by the enlightened, charismatic principal,<b> J. F. Roxburgh, </b>and stayed in touch with him for many years. It was also where he learnt and developed his love and skill at fencing, a sport he excelled at and continued into his 40s. He regularly attended the school chapel and became confirmed in March 1925.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Then on leaving school, without qualifications at the age of seventeen, he followed in his father's footsteps and began his apprenticeship in international banking working first for Midland Bank, then Behrens Bank in Hamburg, followed by Wasserman Bank in Berlin. </span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcBYXMulSzhxlOi4g_1tqQjqV8k4atuWgIiuYRoRqyHCnyqKbN647RQJ7BqcQe6H8k5uMGkT9KcIbvVidD5iK2UTbokPTCKPUp-0F-S17Pf-TlCd41GzkfCAn5jq8X5xjWMlTpJiipykmrR2nxmzpZHOnIfcgc_uQSKR9QfNDWnIQmiae9Jevq-OrFQU/s284/imagesQ5UYFZMK.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRnyIIDGTDyJD5MZrq7GnHTgJSY4jaK9q6Kd53mGQAxQsclsd88Qoz6l_V2JT6vfVl2Y16HZiOagDr5A53xpabxtJ2IhdzENFuwfE0d42jgFp6rjqQ16ZrxB6CHbAorCoKPTgt2OMFOpgaCP7_zIdimT9zLaVXkHZJjFvp3yyAnGAPICBmn0A7pI7si0/s308/xxxxx.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="164" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRnyIIDGTDyJD5MZrq7GnHTgJSY4jaK9q6Kd53mGQAxQsclsd88Qoz6l_V2JT6vfVl2Y16HZiOagDr5A53xpabxtJ2IhdzENFuwfE0d42jgFp6rjqQ16ZrxB6CHbAorCoKPTgt2OMFOpgaCP7_zIdimT9zLaVXkHZJjFvp3yyAnGAPICBmn0A7pI7si0/w104-h196/xxxxx.png" width="104" /></span></a><p></p><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1931, at the age of 22, moved to France and worked for the <b>Banque Nationale de Crédit </b>in Paris, then returned to London and became a Stock Exchange broker. Witnessing the devastating effect of the Great Depression on British workers and their families in the early 1930s led him to politics. He joined the Labour Party, becoming friendly with influential centre-left MPs like Aneurin Bevan, Jenny Lee, Stafford Cripps and George Russell Strauss. His connection with them continued through the 1940s. It was their lively discussions about Hitler’s true intentions and the futility of appeasement with Hitler prepared him for understanding the situation in Czechoslovakia as it developed.</span><p></p><p><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="284" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcBYXMulSzhxlOi4g_1tqQjqV8k4atuWgIiuYRoRqyHCnyqKbN647RQJ7BqcQe6H8k5uMGkT9KcIbvVidD5iK2UTbokPTCKPUp-0F-S17Pf-TlCd41GzkfCAn5jq8X5xjWMlTpJiipykmrR2nxmzpZHOnIfcgc_uQSKR9QfNDWnIQmiae9Jevq-OrFQU/w195-h122/imagesQ5UYFZMK.jpg" width="195" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">At the age of twenty-nine, before Christmas 1938, he was planning to travel to Switzerland for a skiing with his friend, Martin Blake, working for the 'British Committee for Refugees from Czechoslovakia' trying to help those perceived 'opponents' of the Nazis fleeing from the recently<b> German occupied Sudetenland </b>region of the country.</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGf7cz07fFLJc1SPtaZIyzpA9xH4ULRb0zVMRIFx3LrOGD_jac5sh85VBy5sSwG50jonmceNdqn4g7lrIVt_NBcbjOhh2UTDBKQ6zyf-ZQS_XB_NnK_ql3yeSrytz23Agavu3ncgLUrhDvtoqSnTrybdUyO-kFqR28FKKEXglYJWBeLnfJXO0JQsVPt8c/s460/APA3d5c4c_1_02_vaclavske_namesti%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="460" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGf7cz07fFLJc1SPtaZIyzpA9xH4ULRb0zVMRIFx3LrOGD_jac5sh85VBy5sSwG50jonmceNdqn4g7lrIVt_NBcbjOhh2UTDBKQ6zyf-ZQS_XB_NnK_ql3yeSrytz23Agavu3ncgLUrhDvtoqSnTrybdUyO-kFqR28FKKEXglYJWBeLnfJXO0JQsVPt8c/w242-h170/APA3d5c4c_1_02_vaclavske_namesti%20(1).jpg" width="242" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;">He cancelled the holiday after a phone call from Martin who said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"I have a most interesting assignment and need your help. Don't bother bringing your skis"</span></i></b> and at his request, joined him in Prague. They now visited Jewish families, fleeing Nazi persecution and living in appalling conditions in refugee camps. Finding no plan the get the children out, Nicholas set up office using the dining room table in his hotel room in <b>Wenceslas Square</b> in Prague.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWdN625HqjPXBIOKDH7_ns1f8RaApQNVVu9cr1r8P0uVWMg_k5ESPCv4gsVTwpo8wZ_SrPsjZjT1_SkkkdAi2w13hiQeP6ZcIzN4Jniruu9v9PqL4hsXmfPAGcCJ7-NRrFsymFYv5D1D6_s74rf42HAly1soqOZRDJjqAMFOP5p-VvkvLkjMeYXub3_Q/s790/33768800-8784903-image-m-64_1601389840632.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="790" data-original-width="634" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWdN625HqjPXBIOKDH7_ns1f8RaApQNVVu9cr1r8P0uVWMg_k5ESPCv4gsVTwpo8wZ_SrPsjZjT1_SkkkdAi2w13hiQeP6ZcIzN4Jniruu9v9PqL4hsXmfPAGcCJ7-NRrFsymFYv5D1D6_s74rf42HAly1soqOZRDJjqAMFOP5p-VvkvLkjMeYXub3_Q/w86-h108/33768800-8784903-image-m-64_1601389840632.jpg" width="86" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">He then set up an office with the young Latin school teacher, <b>Thomas Chadwick,</b> used to distribute questionnaires and register the children. When Nicholas was knighted in 2003, he said Trevor, who stayed in Prague to organise the evacuations, was the real hero. He arranged forged documents and had to befriend Nazi officers in Prague to fool them.<a href="https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9541037/Statue-Purbeck-Schindler-Trevor-Chadwick-seen-time.html">(link)</a></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGZAZOvw2zRGx-1tjV_k5CgskWYBwcdOf45lMmYc3znNwzojhr-vxSFZS6Nds1S7sDmVuoDQTRLmaSVejTbAIMSVTCEzpkDrsHHiC5GwKwdAvDGyD7Fp9vr8hEnnmXUkVP2TzwFUkEBlLaQNUHEoKQKYMN6kWgjiR9g5sGQH7SpRg2HKXUE2V6tCgh4k/s279/untitledccccc.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="279" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGZAZOvw2zRGx-1tjV_k5CgskWYBwcdOf45lMmYc3znNwzojhr-vxSFZS6Nds1S7sDmVuoDQTRLmaSVejTbAIMSVTCEzpkDrsHHiC5GwKwdAvDGyD7Fp9vr8hEnnmXUkVP2TzwFUkEBlLaQNUHEoKQKYMN6kWgjiR9g5sGQH7SpRg2HKXUE2V6tCgh4k/w218-h142/untitledccccc.png" width="218" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">He returned to England, visited the Home Office and found each child had to have a £50 guarantee to pay for re-immigration and a foster family to take them in and on receiving photos and names of children, advertised in papers and worked with organisations, like the Quakers, to find foster families while continuing to work at the Stock Exchange.</span><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BPQKP9ZcskabhIBH1w9OFh2L4OzMUGhyphenhyphen-0fVXhyzO5qUpAYkjygfLIFMuUrVDhhsYQQtCD4zHbHndrJ3a7Iyjm7VpNAZN7BZfboV8bBRFOqjbap9zsjqHOF8ByhhhkrmAbf_YjwPb_KnPKTBtmaANBPAKZYNS4UuaF8THSQeumaxQWOOFWwkB8Bi4kU/s273/imagesvvvv.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="273" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BPQKP9ZcskabhIBH1w9OFh2L4OzMUGhyphenhyphen-0fVXhyzO5qUpAYkjygfLIFMuUrVDhhsYQQtCD4zHbHndrJ3a7Iyjm7VpNAZN7BZfboV8bBRFOqjbap9zsjqHOF8ByhhhkrmAbf_YjwPb_KnPKTBtmaANBPAKZYNS4UuaF8THSQeumaxQWOOFWwkB8Bi4kU/w172-h116/imagesvvvv.jpg" width="172" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">He now devoted late afternoons and evenings to rescue efforts, often working deep into the night, with his Mother as secretary and a few volunteers and pretended to be more 'official' by taking stationery from the 'British Committee' and adding 'Children's Section' to its header, making himself 'Chairman'.</span><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Nicholas found that : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Officials at the Home Office worked very slowly with the entry visas. We went to them urgently asking for permits, only to be told languidly,</span></i></b> <b><i>'Why rush, old boy? Nothing will happen in Europe.' </i></b><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">This was a few months before the war broke out. So we forged the Home Office entry permits"</b> and also paid off officials :<b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"> "It took a bit of blackmail on my part. It worked. That's the main thing".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7Tm2coZWxxcjTo92nhyphenhyphenfuhTOY2BLESsvGTz1x-x1lrZe2g0plbmvwrhGnSAAi8RMQl-HdG_m68kZqAgNxVsUmYewQt1L3DCsXiweg4JLF3NcXPSZ36QFNnPlPvT0yVfpjs1URAlPq9li2IRJiomzE1TlHaCuUmJHgNssoEk_zI7VhdXVLdFuHGVrh4s/s400/Prague-LondonTrip1938.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="400" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7Tm2coZWxxcjTo92nhyphenhyphenfuhTOY2BLESsvGTz1x-x1lrZe2g0plbmvwrhGnSAAi8RMQl-HdG_m68kZqAgNxVsUmYewQt1L3DCsXiweg4JLF3NcXPSZ36QFNnPlPvT0yVfpjs1URAlPq9li2IRJiomzE1TlHaCuUmJHgNssoEk_zI7VhdXVLdFuHGVrh4s/s320/Prague-LondonTrip1938.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">He now successfully organised 8 transports, the first by plane and then train and on September 1, 1939 found the biggest, cancelled when Hitler invaded Poland and all borders controlled by Germany were closed. He carried with him the picture of hundreds of children waiting eagerly at the station in Prague. He recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Within hours of the announcement, the train disappeared. None of the 250 children aboard was seen again. We had 250 families waiting at Liverpool Street that day in vain. If the train had been a day earlier, it would have come through. Not a single one of those children was heard of again, which is an awful feeling".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJA18TnzcJIRBiXN2q1J35eish3cUzD3eM44tS_kzmEI6dZwiW0YxxohGcTBSVWIzYUO3IVJxpc1jJtJKJrDv0Osp7FVt1XtPu071ekyRQslMpHWEcbBDd407_fq16irbPu8E4G4PHg9ZpUpSeYdYCkatVsTVLQykIgZtmyqZ8fbnsfDK77HHqPEFcFI/s247/untitledbbbb.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="204" data-original-width="247" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJA18TnzcJIRBiXN2q1J35eish3cUzD3eM44tS_kzmEI6dZwiW0YxxohGcTBSVWIzYUO3IVJxpc1jJtJKJrDv0Osp7FVt1XtPu071ekyRQslMpHWEcbBDd407_fq16irbPu8E4G4PHg9ZpUpSeYdYCkatVsTVLQykIgZtmyqZ8fbnsfDK77HHqPEFcFI/w297-h245/untitledbbbb.png" width="297" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSERNEr0C58dmaHWFFP_ZdJYD1xdHnwgMJoeboSXmTYwYHXl0l-GaLWtK72swF1khlLbXeh69RqxL4VYQf3SUgk0Z4ZJJAdheVS0hadedoLZkgX1P7sRTBfnOzaml8h7BFWOlLynvZeDmKI1Btk6Zckhzg9AuRQqlF8zSkoONsdNEyp2UAyhY4-eFX8f8/s450/CZwinton6.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="450" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSERNEr0C58dmaHWFFP_ZdJYD1xdHnwgMJoeboSXmTYwYHXl0l-GaLWtK72swF1khlLbXeh69RqxL4VYQf3SUgk0Z4ZJJAdheVS0hadedoLZkgX1P7sRTBfnOzaml8h7BFWOlLynvZeDmKI1Btk6Zckhzg9AuRQqlF8zSkoONsdNEyp2UAyhY4-eFX8f8/w235-h166/CZwinton6.jpg" width="235" /></span></a></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLCUfIO9ZvLgmPRsr3dRUqwlweivn00HZqR4dfCoXbxIa36et8TKXB2UntWUWf9PGw0rhQEhpEuZRYnXBFhmXO7mxLX_Ct5mGV_aK3-TmaqBV-vZg7C7oPAhjVh0hK0NpfLo_2dj9U35JOTduHj-IA0hyphenhyphenHiEZWBG2Bqj_FGjHuPJR_b8SjIkSuYFwHJ0/s102/images1X21QN7D.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="102" data-original-width="80" height="102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLCUfIO9ZvLgmPRsr3dRUqwlweivn00HZqR4dfCoXbxIa36et8TKXB2UntWUWf9PGw0rhQEhpEuZRYnXBFhmXO7mxLX_Ct5mGV_aK3-TmaqBV-vZg7C7oPAhjVh0hK0NpfLo_2dj9U35JOTduHj-IA0hyphenhyphenHiEZWBG2Bqj_FGjHuPJR_b8SjIkSuYFwHJ0/s1600/images1X21QN7D.jpg" width="80" /></span></a></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><p>With the outbreak of war between Britain and Germany in September 1939 Nicholas served as an ambulance driver in the Army, before serving in the Royal Air Force and then trained pilots. After the War, he became involved with working for the mentally handicapped and building homes for the elderly for the Abbeyfield Society. In 1983 he was awarded the MBE for his work and saw the retirement village in Windsor, appropriately named 'Winton House'.</p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgx11AWsOvxNnMILkrH-DO1z922F3u29etwqFWJ3oSQNXoqrTD58OeU2IvCDl3PzXJuiUY1u6RF1OEN1V2KQKV0LI_3fC-c3He_n3ml02w5Fa5-h8rd6Muv_GH3RcRe7tS5XprR5Si98zIEg5kQKr7alFaEGZkgNucLJO-vRkjghgJKXsVRuR1EcT9Ng/s274/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="184" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgx11AWsOvxNnMILkrH-DO1z922F3u29etwqFWJ3oSQNXoqrTD58OeU2IvCDl3PzXJuiUY1u6RF1OEN1V2KQKV0LI_3fC-c3He_n3ml02w5Fa5-h8rd6Muv_GH3RcRe7tS5XprR5Si98zIEg5kQKr7alFaEGZkgNucLJO-vRkjghgJKXsVRuR1EcT9Ng/w87-h130/download%20(2).jpg" width="87" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">He said of his War work : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I didn't really keep it secret. I just didn't talk about it".</span></i></b> This remained the case until he was 57 in 1988, when his wife, Grete, found the scrapbook he had been given after the War in the attic, with the children's photos, list of names and a few letters from parents of the children to him and shared the story with Dr. <b>Elisabeth Maxwell</b>, a Holocaust historian and wife of newspaper magnate, Robert Maxwell, who arranged for the Sunday Mirror to publish articles on his deeds.</span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMuLfFPBNpNhqpY9SRyAC81XD_8dAlpzwANqieW0SQ8O6ORE5uVPi0lrabmgUrMcdQrS99frtbXJMXsElKZ7ym8luOuJ27yFkDu2h-9v3uzukKYg9FAo5_05-9XO_2lWQiJv_S0YzlCgyS7PdOi83j2OtV3tz0OPgHDclwU-_H73qRH93nFaYHORL_Bo/s255/imagesccc.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="197" data-original-width="255" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMuLfFPBNpNhqpY9SRyAC81XD_8dAlpzwANqieW0SQ8O6ORE5uVPi0lrabmgUrMcdQrS99frtbXJMXsElKZ7ym8luOuJ27yFkDu2h-9v3uzukKYg9FAo5_05-9XO_2lWQiJv_S0YzlCgyS7PdOi83j2OtV3tz0OPgHDclwU-_H73qRH93nFaYHORL_Bo/w165-h128/imagesccc.jpg" width="165" /></span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">He made an appearance on Esther Rantzen's BBC tv programme, 'That's Life', in 1988 who asked :<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"> "Whether any in the audience owed their lives to him ? and, if so, to stand",</span></i></b> at which point more than two dozen people surrounding him rose and applauded and because the programme was aired nationwide, many other rescued children wrote to and thanked him.<a href=" http://ow.ly/Dx2vf">(link)</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHligbD9cTc5qzGsLqueGEPttddyRI7EUqP1NvuT4CoWUTQvPu2G9xc4axss26xnf9NGFUYMA9uv8DFlPWAs13TQQnv1bvCW85PRvB_CXSMbGEkDTjQAGSWOoglVN0Ml4dkFL6jdHguk0NoQWimOcHGx99AFsB-7Zbmi59qQ4N725xDSvNG6FFg7xLzY/s300/winton-3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="300" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiHligbD9cTc5qzGsLqueGEPttddyRI7EUqP1NvuT4CoWUTQvPu2G9xc4axss26xnf9NGFUYMA9uv8DFlPWAs13TQQnv1bvCW85PRvB_CXSMbGEkDTjQAGSWOoglVN0Ml4dkFL6jdHguk0NoQWimOcHGx99AFsB-7Zbmi59qQ4N725xDSvNG6FFg7xLzY/w154-h118/winton-3.jpg" width="154" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Nicholas saw his story become the subject of two films by Czech filmmaker Matej Mináč: 'All My Loved Ones' and the award-winning 'Nicholas Winton: The Power of Good'. He met Bill Clinton at the New York Premier when he was 93 in 2002, who, as a luminary, Nicholas said, was his favourite, because : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"You could have a proper conversation with him".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9iKW-E4Qj5wr0JFelP5Fb3BnebBmEeqyseLeqnr1t11OxGppIkbnob0Q0RZFgXctDhvUouEXXwBGIn9Yu-be-eM4UtBQKMeIEc4XhkN6Dmtt4XZXaaIphfIYD3IP2EkwFwsItpHaeYcgeNHYHNr4YdfR5n58Edr4u26zJSdQcsJHc2jmKcLvAr8soys/s214/bbbbb.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="150" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9iKW-E4Qj5wr0JFelP5Fb3BnebBmEeqyseLeqnr1t11OxGppIkbnob0Q0RZFgXctDhvUouEXXwBGIn9Yu-be-eM4UtBQKMeIEc4XhkN6Dmtt4XZXaaIphfIYD3IP2EkwFwsItpHaeYcgeNHYHNr4YdfR5n58Edr4u26zJSdQcsJHc2jmKcLvAr8soys/w100-h143/bbbbb.png" width="100" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">In 2003, a bronze statue put up outside Liverpool St Station, depicting the children he rescued and a thousand kilometers away and in 2009 a bronze statue was installed with Nicholas holding two of the children in Prague Central Station. Also, in 2010, a bronze life sized statue placed on the platform at his local Maidenhead Railway Station, showing him reading a book with images of the children and the trains he used to save them.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"></span></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HxVSAPpkluhU8_ZYmbhHk1Lq1ANVsCcqmFKKKLlbN9oJqiCTC9JXyKD0rOYpLQqSpN3MUTtTQJLKoObBudCTkemtpu452RyuVGDMQmm5yuxgjybh6JT8s8SKOLwggSshHOm2A6GjOUqf-FdP2FUAKjt0Nt92DY4DUtkpaJCGiiEx5628zvbd03FJ8lw/s188/untitledbbbbbb.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="188" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0HxVSAPpkluhU8_ZYmbhHk1Lq1ANVsCcqmFKKKLlbN9oJqiCTC9JXyKD0rOYpLQqSpN3MUTtTQJLKoObBudCTkemtpu452RyuVGDMQmm5yuxgjybh6JT8s8SKOLwggSshHOm2A6GjOUqf-FdP2FUAKjt0Nt92DY4DUtkpaJCGiiEx5628zvbd03FJ8lw/w245-h212/untitledbbbbbb.png" width="245" /></a></span></i></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeYUQvd9pItUQoA4aYrntVUjnigIQF_bcMltycYE5pRee_GZPX-35CK9dPTLn64UDHKTUalvFwcr2t8RZUM9m8Qt91XrhrTFB9bnTMBpar1Fndn3MMYbwHDsVO1GAN4ZVf8ENgxN2VvTNcLtisc8mgntLVmw9mCF8pf8BVLe1dVGlTUGMKfSwunLUOQA/s253/imagesO577FY2T.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="180" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeYUQvd9pItUQoA4aYrntVUjnigIQF_bcMltycYE5pRee_GZPX-35CK9dPTLn64UDHKTUalvFwcr2t8RZUM9m8Qt91XrhrTFB9bnTMBpar1Fndn3MMYbwHDsVO1GAN4ZVf8ENgxN2VvTNcLtisc8mgntLVmw9mCF8pf8BVLe1dVGlTUGMKfSwunLUOQA/w151-h213/imagesO577FY2T.jpg" width="151" /></span></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqvym6hwGOS7UAW8V006OzUZ4cZFiZevhfe1d2oX0y6_GCga9e5PvuraLW-Dla3c9GJGoiDp7_4Am8xUuG0kDRlvt4Nq3I0Y-JHOogXo9T6EJcFFUYJ0pOxMMvx6K_n8_GXu4PU7pvi7GcAnZGGsLsqYFF45DalJzBjBBlf4kWPM90uqXXSWVDWN27bE/s276/untitledrrrrr.png" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="176" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqvym6hwGOS7UAW8V006OzUZ4cZFiZevhfe1d2oX0y6_GCga9e5PvuraLW-Dla3c9GJGoiDp7_4Am8xUuG0kDRlvt4Nq3I0Y-JHOogXo9T6EJcFFUYJ0pOxMMvx6K_n8_GXu4PU7pvi7GcAnZGGsLsqYFF45DalJzBjBBlf4kWPM90uqXXSWVDWN27bE/w126-h197/untitledrrrrr.png" width="126" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;">He added commentary to a 96 minute long documentary <b>'Nicky's Family'</b> released in 2013 when he was 104 years old.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQkGs6cn6Dg">(link)</a> In the same year 120,000 children in the Czech Republic signed a petition to request he be awarded the 'Nobel Peace Prize'. In his last year he had his story told by the US tv programme '60 Minutes : Sir Nicholas Winton "Saving the Children".<a href="http://ow.ly/DyesK ">(link)</a> He also received the Anna Politkovskaya Award. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93NqALrVPK4&t=12s">(link)</a> Just before he died his daughter Barbara published his life story : <b>'If it's Not Impossible'.</b> </span><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZclljOUXl46QaulGSzFe86XEjYvmFaKPPlwQ1Uw1Xlkzk4CLt1WdnI4ZKhNb6Li0GjsfsgYMFtf8HLk47R-j2zgEp02qmNUXdHse4gN2bzD60-S_vLpPgzcgM9CwqlMA7Ft-ird6imSQFhkV8gSOpmsPQshNameIiOccFCNW4Hw4Hq-iF4TT5-YMm3E/s259/untitledbbbbb.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZclljOUXl46QaulGSzFe86XEjYvmFaKPPlwQ1Uw1Xlkzk4CLt1WdnI4ZKhNb6Li0GjsfsgYMFtf8HLk47R-j2zgEp02qmNUXdHse4gN2bzD60-S_vLpPgzcgM9CwqlMA7Ft-ird6imSQFhkV8gSOpmsPQshNameIiOccFCNW4Hw4Hq-iF4TT5-YMm3E/s1600/untitledbbbbb.png" width="259" /></a></span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWlTrhmpg-KIHGTj0OEtPVDj0y-XUU9ZYZzPLQvm4SlAfj2l6cVQ20_qp7T3gOVKBX1g8CPfY2opnpQ1kp2Rwfor34Qh7eDhnpMN_oV_1eObx2MO7yfzG3b_uyQgIb14FIT_FAn_rw0FCLKWbWeNB_HojRH8m4crNgZvMDnKkvgIvxxHhK0fYeLDOaVE/s188/untitledbbbbbb.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nicholas said : </div><p></p></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">"I just saw what was going on and did what I could to help. If people lived together, for the moment, their religion : the fundamental ethics of goodness, decency, love, honour. The world we be a different place".</span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* * * * * * </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpW21LOaqIsZKAZyWQNtnIMRdBmD1cJfLpa0jE1faE6rxeiLOMflF7ySXKx57pb0qxaSz_ev-DlmUgEWheXJ-d8T_AiagcbkSJijazkytAbpSxEYUxjoMZK-YBNLe1jdbT6YZNjZoIwSnzphcTkLMhlEaSOUvp598mWGfkptWWh6Z1mGpPfx8jpneSjY/s176/imageshhhh.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="176" data-original-width="176" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpW21LOaqIsZKAZyWQNtnIMRdBmD1cJfLpa0jE1faE6rxeiLOMflF7ySXKx57pb0qxaSz_ev-DlmUgEWheXJ-d8T_AiagcbkSJijazkytAbpSxEYUxjoMZK-YBNLe1jdbT6YZNjZoIwSnzphcTkLMhlEaSOUvp598mWGfkptWWh6Z1mGpPfx8jpneSjY/w112-h112/imageshhhh.jpg" width="112" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>On the death of Nicholas in 2015 I tweeted </span><span>a link to the post I had composed for Nicholas to Roger Cohen, a journalist at the New York Times, for which he thanked me and the next day produced a moving article in the Times entitled :</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">An Old Man in Prague</span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;">The Discretion of Nicholas Winton</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">'An old man went to Prague this week. He had spent much of his life keeping quiet about his deeds. They spoke for themselves. Now he said, “In a way perhaps I shouldn’t have lived so long to give everybody the opportunity to exaggerate everything in the way they are doing today."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">At the age of 105, Sir Nicholas Winton is still inclined toward self-effacement. He did what any normal human being would, only at a time when most of Europe had gone mad. A London stockbroker, born into a family of German Jewish immigrants who had changed their name from Wertheim and converted to Christianity, he rescued 669 children, most of them Jews, from Nazi-occupied Czechoslovakia in 1939. They came to Britain in eight transports. The ninth was canceled when Hitler invaded Poland on Sept. 1, 1939. The 250 children destined for it journeyed instead into the inferno of the Holocaust.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Winton, through family connections, knew enough of the Third Reich to see the naïveté of British officialdom still inclined to dismiss Hitler as a buffoon and talk of another war as fanciful. He raised money; he procured visas; he found foster families. His day job was at the Stock Exchange. The rest of his time he devoted to saving the doomed. There were enough bystanders. He wanted to help. Now he has outlived many of those he saved and long enough to know that thousands of their descendants owe their lives to him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Back in Prague, 75 years on, Winton received the Order of the White Lion, the highest honor of the Czech Republic. The Czech Air Force sent a plane. He was serenaded at Prague Castle, in the presence of a handful of his octogenarian “children.” The only problem, he said, was that countries refused to accept unaccompanied children; only England would. One hundred years, he said, is “a heck of a long time.” The things he said were understated. At 105, one does not change one’s manner.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Only in 1988 did Winton’s wartime work begin to be known. His wife found a scrapbook chronicling his deeds. He appeared on a BBC television show whose host, Esther Rantzen, asked those in the audience who owed their lives to him to stand. Many did. Honors accrued. Now there are statues of him in London and Prague. “I didn’t really keep it secret,” he once said. “I just didn’t talk about it.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Such discretion is riveting to our exhibitionist age. To live today is to self-promote or perish. Social media tugs the private into the public sphere with an almost irresistible force. Be followed, be friended — or be forgotten. This imperative creates a great deal of tension and unhappiness. Most people, much of the time, have a need to be quiet and still, and feel disinclined to raise their voice. Yet they sense that if they do not, they risk being seen as losers. Device anxiety, that restless tug to the little screen, is a reflection of a spreading inability to live without 140-character public affirmation. When the device is dead, so are you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">What gets forgotten, in the cacophony, is how new this state of affairs is. Winton’s disinclination to talk was not unusual. Silence was the reflex of the postwar generation. What was done was done because it was the right thing to do and therefore unworthy of note. Certainly among Jews silence was the norm. Survivors scarcely spoke of their torment. They did not tell their children. They repressed their memories. Perhaps discretion seemed the safer course; certainly it seemed the more dignified. Perhaps the very trauma brought wordlessness. The Cold War was not conducive to truth-telling. Anguish was better suffered in silence than passed along (although of course it filtered to the next generation anyway.)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But there was something else, something really unsayable. Survival itself was somehow shameful, unbearable. By what right, after all, had one lived when those 250 children had not? Menachem Begin, the former Israeli prime minister whose parents and brother were killed by the Nazis, put this sentiment well: “Against the eyes of every son of the nation appear and reappear the carriages of death. ... The Black Nights when the sound of an infernal screeching of wheels and the sighs of the condemned press in from afar and interrupt one’s slumber; to remind one of what happened to mother, father, brothers, to a son, a daughter, a People. In these inescapable moments every Jew in the country feels unwell because he is well. He asks himself: Is there not something treasonous in his existence” '.</span></p>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-1220670165923630402023-11-02T10:48:00.067-07:002024-03-14T10:53:27.224-07:00Britain says "Goodbye" to cartoonist, Tony Husband, best remembered for his loving portrayal of his Dad's dementia in 'Take Care Son'<div class="separator"><br /></div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7BJP0ymMoxkZcigjX0gWknHRrn0Bj0Yvx_K-EnRoKAMTG_BEB8457kRxAbhwAil248IrxCuRUf2hkhQNn_jXETJTMiH-vEVk66rxjvjT0fGv8sRn8S-oOiNFqgROInw2-ys4dZO-NXoKmfm3jz4P8sr16grfCu4UqVrOEkR3CehSRHEVHQ3zPI9V7YGU/s228/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="228" data-original-width="221" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7BJP0ymMoxkZcigjX0gWknHRrn0Bj0Yvx_K-EnRoKAMTG_BEB8457kRxAbhwAil248IrxCuRUf2hkhQNn_jXETJTMiH-vEVk66rxjvjT0fGv8sRn8S-oOiNFqgROInw2-ys4dZO-NXoKmfm3jz4P8sr16grfCu4UqVrOEkR3CehSRHEVHQ3zPI9V7YGU/w62-h64/download%20(3).jpg" width="62" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzHoy2s-IU8n201xYoPtI77HM9miCKcbasn1eCdRB1jmJo8Ok949qUbtdGPbLPs-6RyscNWILqdueYITcH66eyXvKG8VEs9ZTY57S-y5jgqXmMgWd6kATsmGqrofLnxXQdprli1KEBfn7vFPeT3JP0i_sMvqjgZiubhjnLDAxYNcmOAZEncA8WdDQwuU/s190/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="190" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzHoy2s-IU8n201xYoPtI77HM9miCKcbasn1eCdRB1jmJo8Ok949qUbtdGPbLPs-6RyscNWILqdueYITcH66eyXvKG8VEs9ZTY57S-y5jgqXmMgWd6kATsmGqrofLnxXQdprli1KEBfn7vFPeT3JP0i_sMvqjgZiubhjnLDAxYNcmOAZEncA8WdDQwuU/w131-h99/download%20(2).jpg" width="131" /></a></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div>Page views : 728</div><div><br /></div>Tony, who has died at the age of seventy-three, was born in the seaside town of Blackpool in the the Autumn of 1950, the eldest son of Vera and Ron, a managing executive of <b>Great Universal Stores</b> in Manchester. He was, however, raised in the family home in Lancashire countryside, in the village of Gee Cross near Hyde, Greater Manchester. </span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In his early years Tony went to the local Holy Trinity Primary School, then, when he failed in his 11+ exam in 1960, to get a place at grammar school, he joined Greenfield Street Secondary School For Boys in Hyde, which is where he discovered his talent for art. His father must had much to do with this, since he himself enjoyed drawing cartoons and painting in watercolour. </span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6b5H5yXicqWLxLtXD3-qDb6Szofjfjv1B_QkQRXlprWW1fLW52iACMyO70y_6IA-YP7RzBz4ka2Yr911TzJoPi40BX16pt7oPp6WxxMitBhn3NTBumIBMhCKLorP-kUSIHXyMSHj1CJXxRJMtfDL8jr9orfs1UbxlOIvNF80F1ymgxDj1Jq0m4qUYyA/s272/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="272" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6b5H5yXicqWLxLtXD3-qDb6Szofjfjv1B_QkQRXlprWW1fLW52iACMyO70y_6IA-YP7RzBz4ka2Yr911TzJoPi40BX16pt7oPp6WxxMitBhn3NTBumIBMhCKLorP-kUSIHXyMSHj1CJXxRJMtfDL8jr9orfs1UbxlOIvNF80F1ymgxDj1Jq0m4qUYyA/s1600/download%20(12).jpg" width="272" /></a></div>Tony left school at the age of sixteen in 1966 and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I’d always loved drawing at school and when I left, my first job was in an advertising agency in Manchester, Wilson’s, on Dale Street. They had Punch magazine in reception and I used to read it every week. I loved the cartoons and from then on all I wanted was to be a cartoonist".</span></i></b> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I just had a natural flair and I thought, yes, this is what I want to do for a living, so I started sending cartoons out".</span></i></b> </span><span>In this he was influenced by the work of <b>Mike Williams </b>in particular, illustrated here, for example, with his "So much for Plan A".<br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmKnfwL0ixHvCqUlKwF1X4276VYoTyn2VdGcIuBjTjEyEDs5ngoOkRCPR_yzYWjqd8C2yofMmmUD87wlUUZmwcMd0atJkddPHPQza3ctf3v1g3cR6raygey58pyOuE3UbwYFbsScWxmh9zlLD6qVUQQqRVJvEhRZMrhuDK842yE0716cTxaOHnCa3_EM/s450/hbg-title-9781472116246-25.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmKnfwL0ixHvCqUlKwF1X4276VYoTyn2VdGcIuBjTjEyEDs5ngoOkRCPR_yzYWjqd8C2yofMmmUD87wlUUZmwcMd0atJkddPHPQza3ctf3v1g3cR6raygey58pyOuE3UbwYFbsScWxmh9zlLD6qVUQQqRVJvEhRZMrhuDK842yE0716cTxaOHnCa3_EM/w168-h168/hbg-title-9781472116246-25.jpg" width="168" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Tony went on to enjoy a successful career as a cartoonist and was mainly known for his work in Private Eye magazine with his work also appearing in The Times, the Daily Mail and the Sunday Express as well as magazines, including Playboy and The Spectator. In later life Tony's father, Ron, suffered from Alzheimer’s and his gradual loss of memory and move into a care home inspired Tony to draw a few illustrations of an imagined conversation between the two of them. The result became </span><b><span>'Take Care, Son </span><span>The Story of My Dad and His Dementia',</span><span> </span></b><span>which was published when Tony himself was sixty-four in 2014.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT43l-3UeYBQEXkn_sRq8GBwV__KBO9qHtJWE8aLvnYFkaKbJ0hzV5sC8d_7OXkr7v9V1JipzQdSVFF2eDmJeI1KRnwE6oKgwNC2PcfmK4m10NwqJG3OSCDWZPWvH-2ku8TYnozTYa1vdWup-zb6DTinlnFaj0bGIxdIpxPVdpD5VXpS4e5gSvn5hDkc/s225/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT43l-3UeYBQEXkn_sRq8GBwV__KBO9qHtJWE8aLvnYFkaKbJ0hzV5sC8d_7OXkr7v9V1JipzQdSVFF2eDmJeI1KRnwE6oKgwNC2PcfmK4m10NwqJG3OSCDWZPWvH-2ku8TYnozTYa1vdWup-zb6DTinlnFaj0bGIxdIpxPVdpD5VXpS4e5gSvn5hDkc/w116-h116/download%20(11).jpg" width="116" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>From that point on, Tony himself became an active campaigner for dementia and also went on to tackle other challenging subjects. His, 'From a Dark Place', in 2016, was about his son Paul’s heroin addiction and he illustrated Libby Moore’s,</span><b><span> 'After…</span><span> The Impact of Child Abuse'</span></b><span> in 2019.</span></span><p></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0i-T90GRX-oIdgrOQGnsJOoyTuq7Ql6he-oG0KfOARv4kNngvbCnYAmoUFJD7zm6UJIxrgOfzS7JUIueHOCWJCYQiBi4tvnT7wrrQ8s_9fatXpgOcOAS5Ob4yVM0EHe4DxZ5WU2qoZkcCgjM0hU2EPobKoz7lITNuCcvivpC_Doj4shu4xFm9MFXblik/s299/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="169" data-original-width="299" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0i-T90GRX-oIdgrOQGnsJOoyTuq7Ql6he-oG0KfOARv4kNngvbCnYAmoUFJD7zm6UJIxrgOfzS7JUIueHOCWJCYQiBi4tvnT7wrrQ8s_9fatXpgOcOAS5Ob4yVM0EHe4DxZ5WU2qoZkcCgjM0hU2EPobKoz7lITNuCcvivpC_Doj4shu4xFm9MFXblik/w174-h98/download%20(6).jpg" width="174" /></a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Tony said : <span style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I’ve had more than sixty books published, but one of them took me in a completely new direction. My Dad had been diagnosed with dementia, and, initially as a family, we cared for him in his cottage at the back of Werneth Low, Hyde, Cheshire. Then, when that became hard and risky, he moved to </span>Hatton Grange Care Home in Hyde,<span style="color: #990000;"> where he passed away in 2011"</span></i></span><i style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">.</i><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></span></span><p></p><p><span><span><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"></span></i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ETqqgjexgvkkapJG9g1ASvapbRAeLjsvzYi2ZY4A0o_DB8dM8Ttvcz6nZ0ruqrtp_DTnfi7jfPuqEvMC33OkTb57wCbrNKz27gLCrls_viE5aEoNw2Z8X3VLJ496I1aXHbn3WW9TeXWWQxrSkHgZSzJ_azlnRkpqATqmtc90zUaiUcppabB2V7yrbwY/s275/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ETqqgjexgvkkapJG9g1ASvapbRAeLjsvzYi2ZY4A0o_DB8dM8Ttvcz6nZ0ruqrtp_DTnfi7jfPuqEvMC33OkTb57wCbrNKz27gLCrls_viE5aEoNw2Z8X3VLJ496I1aXHbn3WW9TeXWWQxrSkHgZSzJ_azlnRkpqATqmtc90zUaiUcppabB2V7yrbwY/w139-h92/download%20(7).jpg" width="139" /></a></span></i></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;">"Months later I was sat in my studio late one night after a busy deadline day, with a bottle of Rioja. I asked my Dad (for some reason) if he could remember what it was like to have dementia ? His voice came back, mockingly :</span></i><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;"> </span>"I had dementia, and you’re asking me to remember!"</i> <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I was having a conversation with my deceased Dad. Just then, I started to draw the conversation on three A4 pages. Whether it was my dad, my imagination, the Rioja, or all three, I have no idea, but I had drawn three pages that would change my life".</span> </span><span>He drew those first panels as a way of coming to terms with his loss rather than with a book in mind.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtVkyvsv0taL6DfINq0nMD6odrjLhZRSpfyEAEXeR69c2PN35EtwQrLTXuJHjlQJKii64iw-ddO-36sGfGddFgdv55j5BECI6j9kxyep-PDkNvOF1OitJUdtKpQtgY21II4Vt_GWFvXElLlI8MP-rLpH2811eo1ZgA9cs3GU7RrsIjFgSXICwAbZeD3g/s700/pub-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="700" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtVkyvsv0taL6DfINq0nMD6odrjLhZRSpfyEAEXeR69c2PN35EtwQrLTXuJHjlQJKii64iw-ddO-36sGfGddFgdv55j5BECI6j9kxyep-PDkNvOF1OitJUdtKpQtgY21II4Vt_GWFvXElLlI8MP-rLpH2811eo1ZgA9cs3GU7RrsIjFgSXICwAbZeD3g/w443-h266/pub-web.jpg" width="443" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><p></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIMs1F1OlsjbixDVx27QxKH67nTT7NxAenOSlMo8mk6PnF3-zy5Fyf9aXTEV7sKMjzYpv9nT86yvpjoW-fZogr7rHYJfXrZVZQHoXeYg8rm4daVpBV2e-NS8Vy9SYt07Y0O5W2VN1ma-d0rK4zKjI1m19skt13R0aDz8LLdkrX3rTuGYdJCmB9hIHv7s/s225/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="224" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIMs1F1OlsjbixDVx27QxKH67nTT7NxAenOSlMo8mk6PnF3-zy5Fyf9aXTEV7sKMjzYpv9nT86yvpjoW-fZogr7rHYJfXrZVZQHoXeYg8rm4daVpBV2e-NS8Vy9SYt07Y0O5W2VN1ma-d0rK4zKjI1m19skt13R0aDz8LLdkrX3rTuGYdJCmB9hIHv7s/w127-h128/download%20(8).jpg" width="127" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He recalled : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I took the three A4 pages to my club in London, Groucho’s and they encouraged me to take it forward. I rang my friend, </span><span>Stephen Fry,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> to ask if he’d give me his opinion, he said :</span><span style="color: #351c75;"> "Of course".</span></i></b><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">He rang me back minutes later saying he was in tears and could he ‘tweet’ my pages and "could my system take up to fifteen million hits?" We laughed and he tweeted".</span></i></b><span> In fact it went viral and : </span><span><span style="color: #990000;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">"Next a publisher emailed me saying that there was a fantastic book to be made out of this, and “Take Care, Son”, the last words Dad said to me, was born”.</i></span></span></span><p></p><p><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"></i></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoGF-240DrHBhx2gfccgkyCMgI8KJiNba4zMn_pgC7Iyb0HUzA0DGELRxDANM3FEUtETV8aPRa2--N55UtDO2Ndyw6PAgPA5-_icgNTfqkFRJD2nkl2cJWslR1kboH1CtXhAhN_NM8Zw5heZFqHYbYI22R2tKQslrFjZXClqs1uD-PtWnzmRyLg5KN7_o" style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="424" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoGF-240DrHBhx2gfccgkyCMgI8KJiNba4zMn_pgC7Iyb0HUzA0DGELRxDANM3FEUtETV8aPRa2--N55UtDO2Ndyw6PAgPA5-_icgNTfqkFRJD2nkl2cJWslR1kboH1CtXhAhN_NM8Zw5heZFqHYbYI22R2tKQslrFjZXClqs1uD-PtWnzmRyLg5KN7_o=w408-h287" width="408" /></a><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nhbgQjwyrCgSmo1SRFthUyUtW-Yc-xy0RyxsrgcgQ7FtSnuGfG307r__9kTxzR-pvuX7YgpnJ52Ww9nniekeYcQDu5D7tMezdYFNenHud4w9-Iaib16TP-6ON7M4hdAtYpgPxCbvvf1m1e0mJG927OhKA2tqvti3_ZYb1doIACwaEuOL5nI4W4X1xdM/s805/2023-11-01.png" style="clear: left; color: #990000; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="805" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nhbgQjwyrCgSmo1SRFthUyUtW-Yc-xy0RyxsrgcgQ7FtSnuGfG307r__9kTxzR-pvuX7YgpnJ52Ww9nniekeYcQDu5D7tMezdYFNenHud4w9-Iaib16TP-6ON7M4hdAtYpgPxCbvvf1m1e0mJG927OhKA2tqvti3_ZYb1doIACwaEuOL5nI4W4X1xdM/w280-h163/2023-11-01.png" width="280" /></a><span><span>Tony continued : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><i><b>Take Care, Son, has led me into the dementia world and my book touched people. Those with dementia and their carers, professionals in care homes, </b></i></span></span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>universities, and businesses. I’ve done a PowerPoint presentation on the book to </b></i></span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>Admiral Nurses, Doctors and Psychiatrists, at corporate events, and dementia conferences. I’ve worked with Exeter, Nottingham, Liverpool, Sterling, and Manchester universities on their dementia projects creating hundreds dementia awareness of cartoons. A number of care homes have</b></i></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> murals I have done about the many activities you can still do living with dementia". </span></i></b></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;">He also wrote a short film on the subject called</span> 'Joe’s Journey',<span style="color: #990000;"> starring</span><b style="color: #990000;"> Sir Tony Robinson.</b> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WH5KG0dwfI" style="color: #990000;">(link)</a><span style="color: #990000;"> He also</span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> illustrated stories about dementia written by Monty Python’s Terry Jones.</span></p></span></span></span></span></div><p></p></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When asked : <b><i><span style="color: #38761d;">"Why do you think dementia is such a misunderstood condition?" </span></i></b>Tony replied : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I think as with all illnesses of the mind, people struggle to understand or deliberately avoid understanding because it’s what they fear the most. That’s why I’m so proud of my book and the fact it’s helping raise awareness of dementia".</span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaZ31zetF4F86A8VdxKkNeMW_bElRsAHAjhV6laTgxu8F4XQfjDeG7rKkctiLQH-VybQ3Go9Bhyphenhyphen8MzSj3pwatDYIVMkgbZWOXgLhAzUTDN_LqoEuQLYI3wI59iBPuOCYbhXHf6BBv1PCXToYf6EdNKlyozcYoTRiYdZs5Fg8iC8Tn7g-Mjp34L_dtgYk/s397/banners-web.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="369" data-original-width="397" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaZ31zetF4F86A8VdxKkNeMW_bElRsAHAjhV6laTgxu8F4XQfjDeG7rKkctiLQH-VybQ3Go9Bhyphenhyphen8MzSj3pwatDYIVMkgbZWOXgLhAzUTDN_LqoEuQLYI3wI59iBPuOCYbhXHf6BBv1PCXToYf6EdNKlyozcYoTRiYdZs5Fg8iC8Tn7g-Mjp34L_dtgYk/w194-h180/banners-web.jpg" width="194" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 2017 Tony teamed up with photographer Ian Beesley, poet Ian McMillan and dementia groups around the country, to create ‘marching banners’ like those of the miner’s and suffragette’s used to highlight inequalities in the past and now used to </span><span>campaign for a better understanding and representation of people living with dementia.</span><span>‘The Right to a Grand Day Out’ targeted issues preventing those living with dementia from travelling on public transport.</span><a href=" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAPu7wCQwsQ&t=4m40s">(link)</a><span> Tony supplied the cartoons at the corners of the banners and sometim</span><span>es</span><span> the centre. </span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RolUosq5tuxx8k0OK6NLk1EXSZKynNcth_IB70qo8fG81a_zNxZQF5GLZ_TTNxOUgTGmb2XdvtI4JkRmPmmfFofn-_F1tkZVJ_MO_14IoLuxF9PGR7dp8oZY9h8I-Fl6SocgbHV6hspN69yBWyXen5lCxXCbMDCbrx-tSzM3MmrWy2Ejk14peSpW5JI/s588/Screenshot%20(86).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="588" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RolUosq5tuxx8k0OK6NLk1EXSZKynNcth_IB70qo8fG81a_zNxZQF5GLZ_TTNxOUgTGmb2XdvtI4JkRmPmmfFofn-_F1tkZVJ_MO_14IoLuxF9PGR7dp8oZY9h8I-Fl6SocgbHV6hspN69yBWyXen5lCxXCbMDCbrx-tSzM3MmrWy2Ejk14peSpW5JI/w294-h210/Screenshot%20(86).png" width="294" /></span></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqe8C_1ljpmfOY-HVO_08or4UIsdzj1c3trn_nGBiVpqreeNTuziGG4T4vpVS336gcw5e7YAUUfch67_wL7Yd3W3VCrLEDUDFtxViOW0ZnE3TEH2SKnq8paTvvI3lw4OFWxd0Qlngo9XATW8Im6-3tGmdzdAN8sbOYdXjzqpfhZuAMuxSI-Qo6F0moVU/s167/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="157" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqe8C_1ljpmfOY-HVO_08or4UIsdzj1c3trn_nGBiVpqreeNTuziGG4T4vpVS336gcw5e7YAUUfch67_wL7Yd3W3VCrLEDUDFtxViOW0ZnE3TEH2SKnq8paTvvI3lw4OFWxd0Qlngo9XATW8Im6-3tGmdzdAN8sbOYdXjzqpfhZuAMuxSI-Qo6F0moVU/w95-h101/download%20(9).jpg" width="95" /></a></div><b>Professor Linda Clare</b> from the University of Exeter said : <b><i><span style="color: #134f5c;">"Both the artists and the people affected by dementia have done an incredible job in coming together to create content that challenges the public perception of dementia as a downward spiral from diagnosis. We hope people will see the banners and ask themselves whether they can understand the needs of people with dementia better, and support them in their needs”.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Tony said he had two favourite drawings in the book about his Dad : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The sad one, where dad is looking out of the window down the valley realising things were changing in his mind and nothing would be the same again".</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhF48ECaNxqyBEW8Kx5rT_uGpzlWQVV0MRGroDnTQPxq9g4D9SAMvGgfhI9ZHryjwqSSvexMvPqDt9MJi_5GKpwpJnR_mnxH_Snftso-OP1wIeZ0qkjFR1eAeLWGqRBuB4OkMxU7gvd9YvuIg94cpOwgLKfyImEg1QQlD7NMeqReIiVfyQ6xDkTUm21k/s215/Screenshot%20(87).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="215" data-original-width="169" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhF48ECaNxqyBEW8Kx5rT_uGpzlWQVV0MRGroDnTQPxq9g4D9SAMvGgfhI9ZHryjwqSSvexMvPqDt9MJi_5GKpwpJnR_mnxH_Snftso-OP1wIeZ0qkjFR1eAeLWGqRBuB4OkMxU7gvd9YvuIg94cpOwgLKfyImEg1QQlD7NMeqReIiVfyQ6xDkTUm21k/w171-h217/Screenshot%20(87).png" width="171" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuX6_P8sIDeTVMhG2JekiZZum7gjzGhEGrWD2ndcq93xrjHi-Oyp88CnMluGWDlVhJoFyP45g8cWTMMVwCNJBQSsGdyuGJxOx6RU8EqQaP5wj7eQPaapbY21XL4PFhAdCnBPZpqT2gEfz0u7t5tboy-orYG75RZNlprtaugkyr87-VW31PHEnc4HssAQ/s876/Screenshot%20(90).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="876" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuX6_P8sIDeTVMhG2JekiZZum7gjzGhEGrWD2ndcq93xrjHi-Oyp88CnMluGWDlVhJoFyP45g8cWTMMVwCNJBQSsGdyuGJxOx6RU8EqQaP5wj7eQPaapbY21XL4PFhAdCnBPZpqT2gEfz0u7t5tboy-orYG75RZNlprtaugkyr87-VW31PHEnc4HssAQ/w512-h104/Screenshot%20(90).png" width="512" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: #990000;">"And the one with Sylvia his girlfriend in the home, where they are walking together along a hallway. He told me : </span>“We go everywhere together”.</b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">l’d watch them walk hand in hand around the corridors of the care home, looking in rooms together seeing what ever they saw, their world reduced to that.. After one of my talks in Hebden Bridge, a lady come up to me and said </span><span style="color: #741b47;">“Sylvia was my Mum and she loved your Dad”.</span></i></b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;"> </span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">We hugged and cried ".</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Alistair Burns</b>, the National Clinical Lead for Dementia, showed his support for dementia research by wearing a t-shirt with the study cartoon drawn by Tony who, working with a research team in Lancaster University, used his sketches to help dementia patients.</span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMqdXw3WQVLsAIvWOBLEUoKFKHD0AOJeU-WZoNft2h0mjCqoQczbayd6Cyvxh3oYrP7hfOwH2hl7zUeLjE4XobB7VfYH2z9GE6Rw2ymElsSRVM1wnB6GiN8Oz-R_ayazCdIHEH95ILmWbmXChuhkB8C-yofygOr_7k1EjaxTVgCnlE4bwjRNnzsjhqDU/s874/Cartoon%20992x448_v3-636997572361767199.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="874" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMqdXw3WQVLsAIvWOBLEUoKFKHD0AOJeU-WZoNft2h0mjCqoQczbayd6Cyvxh3oYrP7hfOwH2hl7zUeLjE4XobB7VfYH2z9GE6Rw2ymElsSRVM1wnB6GiN8Oz-R_ayazCdIHEH95ILmWbmXChuhkB8C-yofygOr_7k1EjaxTVgCnlE4bwjRNnzsjhqDU/w468-h155/Cartoon%20992x448_v3-636997572361767199.jpg" width="468" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7re4BgHjAFuXCFlanEe2R3F1Cg99AlZOVwg1PtJxdIB1LmRgdmMf8iRBzekDAa6ATr5vW7-tRAOL5F5XdzD6ZbK8l0_g_rot5ZTWNMLNI_LwL_SzNfc7Ja_xNWdlQ5mWvxa-kpKW6FunxWtAR4YuWs1YZUj2BMhbkx0kfjEhs_kukigmm2I1iz13sxQ/s218/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="165" data-original-width="218" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7re4BgHjAFuXCFlanEe2R3F1Cg99AlZOVwg1PtJxdIB1LmRgdmMf8iRBzekDAa6ATr5vW7-tRAOL5F5XdzD6ZbK8l0_g_rot5ZTWNMLNI_LwL_SzNfc7Ja_xNWdlQ5mWvxa-kpKW6FunxWtAR4YuWs1YZUj2BMhbkx0kfjEhs_kukigmm2I1iz13sxQ/w143-h108/download%20(10).jpg" width="143" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">This is the first study where researchers, led here by<b> Dr Siobhan Reilly </b>from the University’s Division of Health Research, worked with people living with dementia to what, they say, are the most important areas of life and apply these to health and social care research. She met with Tony to see if there was a way of incorporating his artistic talents to document the study, which aimed to identify what matters most to people living with dementia. She said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“Back in 2014 we didn’t know what the results of the study would be, but we knew that bringing Tony on board to bring the study alive for the public would be a great idea – little did we know how integral his cartoons would become to the study! The response has been amazing”.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Tony was invited to sketch attendees at a study event on the university campus, the BBC were there to film. He said : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“I’m happy to do anything I can to raise awareness of dementia and also to show how carers are often overlooked. If I can raise a smile at the same time, that’s even better”. </span><span>The event </span>provided an opportunity for people living with dementia to discuss the areas of daily life that are most important to them. Tony listened attentively to the discussions and drew many pictures of their daily lives and aspects vital to living a fulfilled life.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was agreed that Tony had successfully used all his skill as a cartoonist to :</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">· capture the essence of what people with dementia were saying</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">· express views in simple accessible images</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">· help to open up a conversation on a difficult subject using humour</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">· enable people with dementia to shape the research narrative</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">· communicate the purpose and outcomes of the research to a wider audience.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8b059jGwxY7r2xv7iRpdq3OTxyNtS_cjzICADDbbGzGcUl07IQMS51SEwquSFqYg1AJFMWTcnzUP1cY-wWLoVQbo8peTv6xWy828gTuQOd9r9Ig5K_JGItfG6dO8oQTSbXVdMFgSCy2vqLpwOkaVM7dIYKstPbKTtetf-CPNSQUd3lbewT3TD-82Ute8/s790/Screenshot%20(91).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="790" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8b059jGwxY7r2xv7iRpdq3OTxyNtS_cjzICADDbbGzGcUl07IQMS51SEwquSFqYg1AJFMWTcnzUP1cY-wWLoVQbo8peTv6xWy828gTuQOd9r9Ig5K_JGItfG6dO8oQTSbXVdMFgSCy2vqLpwOkaVM7dIYKstPbKTtetf-CPNSQUd3lbewT3TD-82Ute8/w237-h107/Screenshot%20(91).png" width="237" /></span></a><span style="clear: left; color: #990000; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="800" height="53" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmNZq9_OI7Fy2Ue02FUmtQB3vcp71addtB28j5tU6i9IhcD9yhTVZwQSUWWrBi5i9Kjzj_8H6lhXXR-N0dP87ECQpVWcSNZz_1XJfPXxHGhfNqaw56arz8cIGT1AOraD3jH-DIgfeGmv-hvhgovDt8ByzGMc43C8dDnKxhk2Q4vQ5sz8bSr-qzdntUPI/w105-h53/Screenshot%20(92).png" width="105" /></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b><i></i></b>Tony said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"When I said something and I showed them the</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> drawing, they said :</span></i></b><span> </span><b><i>"Oh that's just like it" <span style="color: #990000;">and that's a really nice feeling. It's just a fascinating journey we've been on together. It's a vital project as well, because understanding people and what they want and then to put those out into the wider world has been brilliant. It's been lovely".</span></i></b></span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-england-lancashire-49049562"><span style="font-size: medium;">(link)</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tony once said of all his work :</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">"My inspiration is life and people, people in all situations : relationships between men and women, families, pets, work , hobbies. That’s a very rich field to plough. I lie on my thinking couch with a blank piece of paper and fill it with ideas. l love the process".</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>* * * * * * * </i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tony's son Paul, was keen for Tony's wife, Carole, to be credited for her role in his work and said that she :<i><b> 'Is still with us and was a big part of my Dad's story through her organisation of things behind the scenes'.</b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He has also said on facebook : <b><i>'My Dad was extremely passionate about supporting vulnerable people. He cared deeply about people in addiction/recovery, people struggling through mental health issues, children, animal, homeless people. He cared about everyone'. </i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In terms of the charities Tony worked with, he put forward two in particular :</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.dementiavoices.org.uk/"><span style="font-size: medium;">deep : The UK Network of Dementia voices </span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://exeterdementia.org.uk/">Exeter Dementia Alliance</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * * * * * * * </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqgA81l3QhVWXQY0tAo88GmmlmVyt1AMzaAyovhjsW4DjyTtngJzaBppVQA53qJAKIl7PGLoZDJBOwQTtxOrvpyiFUlS_p-wxHV2LBE0JLd2-i_NX1tIu833WX38psFPq1EZVSCmNhyphenhyphen-1hz207EoHvfUo_K0XlKm3IZrH-3fOVxf7TQaiilS6YXox2ZY/s202/download%20(22).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="113" data-original-width="202" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqgA81l3QhVWXQY0tAo88GmmlmVyt1AMzaAyovhjsW4DjyTtngJzaBppVQA53qJAKIl7PGLoZDJBOwQTtxOrvpyiFUlS_p-wxHV2LBE0JLd2-i_NX1tIu833WX38psFPq1EZVSCmNhyphenhyphen-1hz207EoHvfUo_K0XlKm3IZrH-3fOVxf7TQaiilS6YXox2ZY/s1600/download%20(22).jpg" width="202" /></a></div>Podcaster Pippa Kelly has devoted the most recent episode on 'Well I Know Now ....', to Tony. It includes contributions from his friend, the poet Ian McMillan, Gina Awad, the founder of Exeter Dementia Alliance and Tony's son, Paul. <a href="https://shorturl.at/abIZ6">: https://shorturl.at/abIZ6</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What you said about my post : </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOau-34MAqhUihwQQY1i25Fvr57B3k4x8nFgZKN5jdbOWQTpBf9I5qpKS-0AGL0l7O8eBayw77pEqdApexsOl1fYo0Em7WLHGAaAhGeA2j7AKZC4wQZhwIYVKXbSV_U8bKuHqL-aFxZ3lvKsK6is7QraLNiYs-cFhT_Vh23WPZbSEi6_xy3USfvoVWxio/s184/husband-4.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="152" data-original-width="184" height="54" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOau-34MAqhUihwQQY1i25Fvr57B3k4x8nFgZKN5jdbOWQTpBf9I5qpKS-0AGL0l7O8eBayw77pEqdApexsOl1fYo0Em7WLHGAaAhGeA2j7AKZC4wQZhwIYVKXbSV_U8bKuHqL-aFxZ3lvKsK6is7QraLNiYs-cFhT_Vh23WPZbSEi6_xy3USfvoVWxio/w65-h54/husband-4.heic" width="65" /></a></div><br />P<span style="font-size: medium;">aul Husband </span><span style="font-size: medium;">: <i><b>Thanks so much for your time and care with this. It's a lovely tribute. </b></i></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Alison Cotton : <i><b>That’s a wonderful tribute.</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">deAn cartoons : <i><b>Brilliant and lovely article John, thank you for sharing.</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURfzXtNSN69SZGvFsvkrV7FVaLasgdx6e8YSGVip0SwMdFIbVCnIGN7N0ZcAJs6HFr2p2eUl5F02ngBx34knIneNapY3QA5cZx0A11MyS6DwmdrJSN_8G6NEdGFexR0OYBJ1NDO4LQbr2rd-A6m8HzLBooI3ezPgfG3NiZFojc2inU2jBHWwTOnuuKaM/s225/download%20(16).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="59" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURfzXtNSN69SZGvFsvkrV7FVaLasgdx6e8YSGVip0SwMdFIbVCnIGN7N0ZcAJs6HFr2p2eUl5F02ngBx34knIneNapY3QA5cZx0A11MyS6DwmdrJSN_8G6NEdGFexR0OYBJ1NDO4LQbr2rd-A6m8HzLBooI3ezPgfG3NiZFojc2inU2jBHWwTOnuuKaM/w59-h59/download%20(16).jpg" width="59" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Catharine Arnold : <b><i>I loved that. Gone too so -</i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ronnie Neilson : <i><b>Thanks John, my mum had dementia in the last year of her life. That’s a lovely tribute!</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Stonehenge Alliance : <b><i>Very moving.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Helsbels :<b><i> Thanks, that's a really lovely tribute. </i></b></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHHdVJPVq5B6B1whFzeC3UU7erldBBfjgTgDBr5_3DlWtXXHYs6-RM6R7u1nCCEzQVW9gQqEp-8gmMBlbd8zicyjaurQuyMkIhta3c8tagiqlvpA2dvrxbeog5RqaiyWr9mkesSEddVXGz_4gxEPt2o9Ul1cGq3E-Fby3I_V7DiMEcl65tBtpFapHA8c/s225/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="68" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHHdVJPVq5B6B1whFzeC3UU7erldBBfjgTgDBr5_3DlWtXXHYs6-RM6R7u1nCCEzQVW9gQqEp-8gmMBlbd8zicyjaurQuyMkIhta3c8tagiqlvpA2dvrxbeog5RqaiyWr9mkesSEddVXGz_4gxEPt2o9Ul1cGq3E-Fby3I_V7DiMEcl65tBtpFapHA8c/w68-h68/download%20(13).jpg" width="68" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Samuel West<b> </b>: <b><i>Thank you. That was a very proper tribute.</i></b></span><p></p><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Murmuration : <b><i>It’s lovely. Shared with my wife who’s going through this with her dad right now.</i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Margaret Bennett :<b><i> That’s wonderful. Thank you. My cartoon was bought by a friend who was the country park ranger at Werneth Low and he used to know Tony. His work for dementia was incredible.</i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3tTrfhftoPNu2vA9_J-r8o9m02vKPna3WP_Bk2S92njhofFP8fTQpNyGUaPw8SErta3Xt6M7hmsJU2zcKUmtHYrsgDM_S6uNPRkMtA3214hKVrj052ZhQeOMx9a8JjvL_7p4LC72_XQAT4XfSVHJPSBfXsXWn5NOlYZmjTwD7FcaF6qlpIGYJHzvy48/s395/download%20(15).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="128" data-original-width="395" height="72" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3tTrfhftoPNu2vA9_J-r8o9m02vKPna3WP_Bk2S92njhofFP8fTQpNyGUaPw8SErta3Xt6M7hmsJU2zcKUmtHYrsgDM_S6uNPRkMtA3214hKVrj052ZhQeOMx9a8JjvL_7p4LC72_XQAT4XfSVHJPSBfXsXWn5NOlYZmjTwD7FcaF6qlpIGYJHzvy48/w222-h72/download%20(15).jpg" width="222" /></a></div>John's Campaign :<b><i> Do read John Cooper's tribute to Tony Husband. I was on the boat at the Private Eye party which Tony just didn't reach. John eloquently describes the person we will all collectively miss.</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Thank you John</i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">James Berriman : <b><i>Thanks John. A very moving tribute.</i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyZAckb_7CkOKqXuQ-RyHVuO0GuHiI00gs-BJFCEvzZp0_NZe-BN2-LTtEhZHmB-Z9Ef7KU24uowbh2tm9wny03QUXlrMXjyUQA0xDIaSCge2UgOCDt2yMUDyssLmsVgKz6HGuMv6IqeMU-cyebU0kVWAyfl2Xx2GTFULzLQ1YW8r1VpfrldHX5kAnmY/s192/bridie-breen-n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="175" height="74" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyZAckb_7CkOKqXuQ-RyHVuO0GuHiI00gs-BJFCEvzZp0_NZe-BN2-LTtEhZHmB-Z9Ef7KU24uowbh2tm9wny03QUXlrMXjyUQA0xDIaSCge2UgOCDt2yMUDyssLmsVgKz6HGuMv6IqeMU-cyebU0kVWAyfl2Xx2GTFULzLQ1YW8r1VpfrldHX5kAnmY/w67-h74/bridie-breen-n.jpg" width="67" /></a></div><br />Bridiebreen : <b><i>John you have done Tony proud. He ploughed himself into spreading awareness about brain changes in Dementia. I passed his beautifully crafted book to groups I knew would use it well. Tony's legacy is a rich one. He won't be forgotten. Thank you.</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvWHhDU7a0ldVFbslwb6eG6NeMZq7dm0NC4tnSYMiCB3B0qWWAYWTwvS4BRqdb7c5t8Gz7Uh91dCcAHTtgN1IcSBMZAF1O3-ECQjZ8IEDz0KO1eGDzCUP139qEHgnL8BnB_JrSVhY3tWrgmgjNruJHVzt8WODowFaXbXcE1gEoJbIM7coyNCkwMTjrBQ/s112/download%20(14).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="112" data-original-width="112" height="72" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvWHhDU7a0ldVFbslwb6eG6NeMZq7dm0NC4tnSYMiCB3B0qWWAYWTwvS4BRqdb7c5t8Gz7Uh91dCcAHTtgN1IcSBMZAF1O3-ECQjZ8IEDz0KO1eGDzCUP139qEHgnL8BnB_JrSVhY3tWrgmgjNruJHVzt8WODowFaXbXcE1gEoJbIM7coyNCkwMTjrBQ/w72-h72/download%20(14).jpg" width="72" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Ian McMillan <b>:</b><i><b> That’s lovely.</b></i></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Katy : <i><b>Thank you, my Mother has dementia and I would like to buy this book.</b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fFLaYnYMMiN030psmAgoivr3oMM7M8JwZ_Seax5b1ubRZ1uDPFiNxl7Xm21LdSKSkJYukUOPA6P55T7Uy8mvtLovkgINQcq5gnYzeQFPPs9TIPZyWtgLwzEPBXtTrPeDfvftr_Eij_sJ1VU2Nmj6mKhMir64VH9E6lx4_g_bEBFuU5pk5rCmC6RnlUE/s275/download%20(19).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fFLaYnYMMiN030psmAgoivr3oMM7M8JwZ_Seax5b1ubRZ1uDPFiNxl7Xm21LdSKSkJYukUOPA6P55T7Uy8mvtLovkgINQcq5gnYzeQFPPs9TIPZyWtgLwzEPBXtTrPeDfvftr_Eij_sJ1VU2Nmj6mKhMir64VH9E6lx4_g_bEBFuU5pk5rCmC6RnlUE/w68-h102/download%20(19).jpg" width="68" /></a></div><div>Susan Wabuda : <b><i>John, how beautiful and moving is your tribute to Tony Husband. Thank you for sharing: he had a remarkable talent as a cartoonist. His devotion to his father Ron, and to the cause of the relief of dementia, has defined his legacy. Thank you. Such a moving piece. Something to return to again and again. Thank you.</i></b></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBeOd7Pnx0zZMOoWlpfB0Lt9k7kSgUrExnFywzdjVZQJT5a4XhhrNJxD_VWWsCQ4mK4hO8JM7hrvBgxrlrCeDEfwjxJZi3SqghYNBzcWaHv2DTDhaVoJxzVk-CzH3Yd1n5XumVxdOJvPaYzZanf4cdp8RHM1D9jMCJoCv3h2au6chTb95FEQ9XpxIVghs/s225/download%20(20).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="66" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBeOd7Pnx0zZMOoWlpfB0Lt9k7kSgUrExnFywzdjVZQJT5a4XhhrNJxD_VWWsCQ4mK4hO8JM7hrvBgxrlrCeDEfwjxJZi3SqghYNBzcWaHv2DTDhaVoJxzVk-CzH3Yd1n5XumVxdOJvPaYzZanf4cdp8RHM1D9jMCJoCv3h2au6chTb95FEQ9XpxIVghs/w66-h66/download%20(20).jpg" width="66" /></a></div>Pippa Kelly : <b><i>Wonderful, thoughtful piece by John Cooper on the late cartoonist Tony Husband who used to "lie on his thinking couch with a blank piece of paper and fill it with ideas". Well worth a read.</i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBskZPZZ73vWEJFRmzlBqbs5iIzNqcV4zPGRo2B7WXMRkwKOfq7BP5Ly7Ols-iDYKl__woiMhPvhmr3W3u1LukXqGOptosw48bFV08E2qUliyACbXkOLdiIAx8H-OpaBQQ7gGeZ2aHdRqmNME02kwxEhTggSIFf_kDCHA0UU2FGm4-_rCxXZP0TO06kLU/s1875/AZ_HelenBarrett_221021_03.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1875" data-original-width="1500" height="89" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBskZPZZ73vWEJFRmzlBqbs5iIzNqcV4zPGRo2B7WXMRkwKOfq7BP5Ly7Ols-iDYKl__woiMhPvhmr3W3u1LukXqGOptosw48bFV08E2qUliyACbXkOLdiIAx8H-OpaBQQ7gGeZ2aHdRqmNME02kwxEhTggSIFf_kDCHA0UU2FGm4-_rCxXZP0TO06kLU/w71-h89/AZ_HelenBarrett_221021_03.jpg" width="71" /></a></div><br />Helen Barrett : <b><i>That’s really interesting, thank you. Especially his point about people deliberately avoiding understanding.</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4ttPR26RWU6W9ugQva87C1ww141_jUx8cD1O2Xu8qB8Zhb0rwaW_Nmle20lULYDqHK6S24ttjfSDOgLz5_iIqW3NbKMfWAQX9pyrI1hvGIaOTrkE78hPHwys5YiMSMDaUfFW3MLjcOXdMLftNNxGCF5gPHXn3OudneZcY28teXnlcpPH944XDAEjOKg/s400/ab6439a2-1faa-40e6-8964-23fbe15b24c8_400x400.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4ttPR26RWU6W9ugQva87C1ww141_jUx8cD1O2Xu8qB8Zhb0rwaW_Nmle20lULYDqHK6S24ttjfSDOgLz5_iIqW3NbKMfWAQX9pyrI1hvGIaOTrkE78hPHwys5YiMSMDaUfFW3MLjcOXdMLftNNxGCF5gPHXn3OudneZcY28teXnlcpPH944XDAEjOKg/w70-h70/ab6439a2-1faa-40e6-8964-23fbe15b24c8_400x400.png" width="70" /></a></div><br />ManUtdMrs : <i><b>I have his extremely moving book and actually knew his dad very well. </b></i></span><i style="font-size: large;"><b>Tony was a good friend. He will be very greatly missed by all who knew him. A sad loss as a cartoonist and more importantly as a man. RIP, pal </b></i></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5kXKrfwFMTYBTIsXWaQO86E9o0hyeQ-Tz484nhLhvbM7zLJctg0Gm4eK63UVM-fe1kH2E6z_CXp3dFAnEKOvQVhy4gp358BIpka5Q9bSyVL7ZfZRdcUK-ndwt8r6g1CYTF44EaVZK6dA4Sqn6nz8pWYN4nY091y1YJk8Ropg2ezVGpdFjML_p9fn7E8/s225/download%20(21).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="72" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5kXKrfwFMTYBTIsXWaQO86E9o0hyeQ-Tz484nhLhvbM7zLJctg0Gm4eK63UVM-fe1kH2E6z_CXp3dFAnEKOvQVhy4gp358BIpka5Q9bSyVL7ZfZRdcUK-ndwt8r6g1CYTF44EaVZK6dA4Sqn6nz8pWYN4nY091y1YJk8Ropg2ezVGpdFjML_p9fn7E8/w72-h72/download%20(21).jpg" width="72" /></a></div><br />Neil Chadborn : <b><i>Thanks for sharing key insights into Tony's life & campaign work for improving awareness of dementia</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Arts in Care Homes : <b><i>So beautiful - thanks very much!</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Jump : <b><i>Thanks for sharing - very moving.</i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">MarshallNotFunny : <i><b>Excellent John, very comprehensive. Looks like you've got some other great biogs on there too. Will give the Terence Davies one a read later too.</b></i></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4BWnrUiBL3UTIG8ttVZdwMwUROf1nFZer3c4vRn18N7hFh_dd1xD8KI28j4-4PSd78VHA-FINTvITWqZhhk9tkRNZrtiAJyPWzh97omAr1st_AutjJR208CK9HulasZb1COrzcxCe0EeMKif0vj2i4LQQwM1stDuUbHD6AdGx12ME6ESujJzaO9Esug/s810/2_illustration-4-Stanley-Chow.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="810" height="57" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4BWnrUiBL3UTIG8ttVZdwMwUROf1nFZer3c4vRn18N7hFh_dd1xD8KI28j4-4PSd78VHA-FINTvITWqZhhk9tkRNZrtiAJyPWzh97omAr1st_AutjJR208CK9HulasZb1COrzcxCe0EeMKif0vj2i4LQQwM1stDuUbHD6AdGx12ME6ESujJzaO9Esug/w85-h57/2_illustration-4-Stanley-Chow.webp" width="85" /></a></div><br />Stanley Chow : This is lovely. Thanks</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Judy Jarvis : <b><i>This is beautiful. Tony was one of the cleverest people I have known, and I miss his being in the world terribly. I love that you’ve included a link to the great little film we made to raise awareness of his pet cause, dementia.</i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Glen Pierce : <b><i>Great piece John matey.</i></b></span></div></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Maps : <b><i>A really kind and thoughtful tribute. I never knew he did so much for dementia awareness.</i></b></span></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazhBj2ADwu37HKPVOdAfDkT62uKSAYvrhmK6vGKDNarp5xQ08csX85z-a4f4Qay7JEbSuF689NyuZAxK3L7Jk5JLtvhhlblmr7HIzsBNmjIPfo0cT1bMARVcjKPS_am5Z7Pg6-j48XceYrpUCBFtMTpKSmj1u6yaT4w7rudLMFuEamfm4NXq8K2Svu6w/s230/download%20(17).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="219" height="76" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazhBj2ADwu37HKPVOdAfDkT62uKSAYvrhmK6vGKDNarp5xQ08csX85z-a4f4Qay7JEbSuF689NyuZAxK3L7Jk5JLtvhhlblmr7HIzsBNmjIPfo0cT1bMARVcjKPS_am5Z7Pg6-j48XceYrpUCBFtMTpKSmj1u6yaT4w7rudLMFuEamfm4NXq8K2Svu6w/w73-h76/download%20(17).jpg" width="73" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Tom Shakespeare : <b><i>Lovely! Thank you.</i></b></span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></span></span></div></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-90427138681875429122023-10-14T07:20:00.008-07:002023-10-15T12:06:17.993-07:00Britain says "Goodbye" to its Son of Liverpool, Film Director and Prince of Lyricism, Terence Davies<p><i style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><span></span></span></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;"><i style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVwennac3oxZOYaHS5OBF8ou0DE6aN6pnjqthhpJOryHr9Ts5Tl4HDGAU-iS0bYYpmW6TkdTEKUO2ygAxaR0N3Z-rWZYPlrN9RoYfHHcZwLThVBdFQMZgoK1c8excOd08o2CYgqRpRxDfQZmGb8bvkoUDkljJpRlwyrobxXQdF5u0jnKi6VE22ROjYC4/s225/download.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVwennac3oxZOYaHS5OBF8ou0DE6aN6pnjqthhpJOryHr9Ts5Tl4HDGAU-iS0bYYpmW6TkdTEKUO2ygAxaR0N3Z-rWZYPlrN9RoYfHHcZwLThVBdFQMZgoK1c8excOd08o2CYgqRpRxDfQZmGb8bvkoUDkljJpRlwyrobxXQdF5u0jnKi6VE22ROjYC4/w172-h172/download.jpg" width="172" /></a></span></span></span></i></div><p style="font-weight: 400;"><i style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6FYqFepk3sMm2b78HgA51VfJwdb73ABiRs5Tn72ftmbPPt8pjdLcbwlEkndLAtkIvh2eoD7WFk2cfPuYTIt6YnIS0NTh-43JMZ-YHuXofetmcKo74F5jjBFV3w0LeJoFM_P5SFiLOsupagxiz8XFzDAgPkhiu6wLzO8ORpP05tPug51Ayhhr7KszX0o/s300/alleyway-kensington-fields-kensington-21771514.jpg.webp" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6FYqFepk3sMm2b78HgA51VfJwdb73ABiRs5Tn72ftmbPPt8pjdLcbwlEkndLAtkIvh2eoD7WFk2cfPuYTIt6YnIS0NTh-43JMZ-YHuXofetmcKo74F5jjBFV3w0LeJoFM_P5SFiLOsupagxiz8XFzDAgPkhiu6wLzO8ORpP05tPug51Ayhhr7KszX0o/w172-h172/alleyway-kensington-fields-kensington-21771514.jpg.webp" width="172" /></a></span></span></span></i></p><i style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><span>Terence was born into a working-class, Roman Catholic family, the youngest of ten children in the <b>Kensington</b> district of Liverpool, just after the end of the Second World War in the Autumn of 1945. He was the son of Helen and Thomas, a chimney sweep by trade who he remembered as :<b style="font-weight: 400;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“rough, alcoholic and utterly callous”</span>.</i></b> He later said </span></span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span>his father’s protracted, glowering silences, made him feel</span><span> : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“Terrified all the time. The one thing I can’t bear now is atmospheres. I can come into a room full of people and I can tell you who’s had the row. I always say : if I’ve upset you, just come out with it. If you cold-shoulder me, I instantly see him sitting in the corner of the parlour and I’m a seven-year-old again”. </span></span></span></i><div><i style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span>When his</span></span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"> father died of cancer when Terence was six and a half years old, th</span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span>e body was kept in the front parlour for ten days because the family couldn’t afford a chapel of rest.</span><span> He later recalled : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“You could smell death. It was awful. I had to sleep in the bed he died in. I still get nightmares where someone is coming into the room to kill me.” </i></span></span></span></i></div><div><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkWpStYfIx7BciQZcALT5QYDgm-ohBDpSHPtn2eAyChTnVe9PTcDk6gjcrp9cnm-1JIEbz8c7W3AhYqL2_dnAyppiAJK608qiIGMiNQJuIRduiZ4s0tph1BHCC3rLYDS2NKAjBxOzkVas1c8fi6t8By0KB9KAdR5xHTR9963Xm3yCx1yGcjC8Fyvmyjk/s251/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="201" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkWpStYfIx7BciQZcALT5QYDgm-ohBDpSHPtn2eAyChTnVe9PTcDk6gjcrp9cnm-1JIEbz8c7W3AhYqL2_dnAyppiAJK608qiIGMiNQJuIRduiZ4s0tph1BHCC3rLYDS2NKAjBxOzkVas1c8fi6t8By0KB9KAdR5xHTR9963Xm3yCx1yGcjC8Fyvmyjk/w127-h158/download%20(1).jpg" width="127" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;">One of his greatest memories was being taken to the cinema to see </span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><b>'Singin’ in the Rain'</b></span><span style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"> by his sister at the age of seven in 1952. Over forty years later he recalled : </span><b style="font-style: normal;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“During that scene in the rain, I cried and cried and cried</span>. </span></i></b><span><span><b style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: #990000;">She asked : "Why are you crying?" and I told her : "Because he looks so happy!" Nothing does that for me like the old Hollywood musicals. I love Bergman’s 'Cries and Whispers', too, but it’s hardly a toe-tapper, is it? I wish I could say I’d made something as great as 'Singin’ in the Rain' but alas, no, I haven’t”</span></b><b style="color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400;">.</b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swloMVFALXw&t=0m16s">(link)</a></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8YuEJKlLZraySemE9VYHZO1WVuhgF0-l-eIPzwBJyxW7AEJC8vre-p82JSl6FKZpunn9xyFKmJCw3ESwut06sEMe35OlXsvagX-nNC-geQN6sDiZYQlDmdJFv0s5xQXvCBkMmt9MBxjcayEb2CZiV0l1HnCY59qq1YKstDR-3jXnNNV-YMlsMiBF224/s216/2023-10-14%20(1).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="145" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8YuEJKlLZraySemE9VYHZO1WVuhgF0-l-eIPzwBJyxW7AEJC8vre-p82JSl6FKZpunn9xyFKmJCw3ESwut06sEMe35OlXsvagX-nNC-geQN6sDiZYQlDmdJFv0s5xQXvCBkMmt9MBxjcayEb2CZiV0l1HnCY59qq1YKstDR-3jXnNNV-YMlsMiBF224/w126-h188/2023-10-14%20(1).png" width="126" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>As a film director, he later mused :</span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> "When I heard it had taken three days to shoot and they had to mix milk with water in order for the rain to photograph, and you actually look at it and it’s only from eight camera positions - Hard to believe! Only eight camera positions. There’s nine cuts, but it cuts back to one of the previous camera positions. But, in eight positions! I still want to cry at the end of it when that extra is being given the umbrella, and you think, 'I wonder who he was?'. I often wonder 'what happened to him?' That’s heartbreaking somehow. You wonder what he thought when he saw it : </i><i style="font-weight: bold;">“There I am with Gene Kelly”.</i><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swloMVFALXw&t=3m47s">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiJApWB4sVYk_HDFtCvz9ZKvdZjJnCnwwX7_meE2D0H_8RntaNTEoa5wUPkXJur_QmT1TWZB3UCBCmlGYhPTk1mhRyqZ8K3JI1nL9OVHArHaWEc2zsP0dVImf5z1vn3dLnMhyphenhyphencejgS-QHAb224xLIPCj-VGy9Q2-ymM0BTS8rn2CDfduf0aKgTtmeIfk/s230/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="219" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiJApWB4sVYk_HDFtCvz9ZKvdZjJnCnwwX7_meE2D0H_8RntaNTEoa5wUPkXJur_QmT1TWZB3UCBCmlGYhPTk1mhRyqZ8K3JI1nL9OVHArHaWEc2zsP0dVImf5z1vn3dLnMhyphenhyphencejgS-QHAb224xLIPCj-VGy9Q2-ymM0BTS8rn2CDfduf0aKgTtmeIfk/w134-h141/download%20(2).jpg" width="134" /></a></div>Terrence said : <span style="color: #990000;">"</span></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">One of my other sisters in 1956 took me to a 'town picture'. Town pictures were expensive - one and ninepence, which was terribly, terribly expensive. It was on a Sunday and we went to an early matinee of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">'Young at Heart'</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">. That’s when I fell in love with Doris Day. I can remember every single thing about that day.</span> (This was in 2016, when he was seventy-one ) <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Every single thing. It’s still as fresh now as it was then and I can’t see it without thinking about where we went, and that when we came out the sun was still shining and my sister felt a little faint. I remember her leaning down on the floor. It will be with me for the rest of my life".</span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFWG0iR3DYc&t=0m28s">(link)</a></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW10ndTERwKffPqv5btvRqbxvKDYlhIDvXKx7-hH5aF9XGLIXeJOkdntcQ39T6jdV20aOuqlYoPhIWuGH_RtfvKJnRW29MoIemIzTMG01CiTqxtaYRJRBLh3ivPJPEpOWaZYFiVYwnUEPOlZE4HhUM4mEQX3WWjANuzfAE2Wu_nvid5qh7zOfDG89UH28/s300/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW10ndTERwKffPqv5btvRqbxvKDYlhIDvXKx7-hH5aF9XGLIXeJOkdntcQ39T6jdV20aOuqlYoPhIWuGH_RtfvKJnRW29MoIemIzTMG01CiTqxtaYRJRBLh3ivPJPEpOWaZYFiVYwnUEPOlZE4HhUM4mEQX3WWjANuzfAE2Wu_nvid5qh7zOfDG89UH28/w205-h115/images%20(1).jpg" width="205" /></a></div>In the same year he said :</span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I remember being taken to see a very bad, late Powell and Pressburger called 'The Battle of the River Plate' . It’s really not good, it’s towards the end of their career and it’s like 'Ill Met by Moonlight' - it’s not that good. But it wasn’t that film that I actually remember. It was the short that was on with it. It was </span><i style="font-weight: bold;">'The Red Balloon'. </i><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And I wept! I wept and wept at the end of that. It’s the greatest short ever made. It’s just fabulous. So glorious!" </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VexKSRKoWQY&t=17m28s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><b><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span><span>As a boy he loved being in a cinema, partly became they were all different and said : <span style="color: #990000;">"</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">One of the eight near our home was originally a theatre, so you could see all the boxes that obviously were never used. And they had the balcony, which was right over the top, and which they called in this country 'The Gods'. And you had to walk up an endless number of stairs to get there, but it was cheap". </span></span></div><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGj4iZBYVGqMfywr1yYvYVpB_x7hvW5f8B7IAHzvTFYs5e-_XQGregQNl0t8VdPhyphenhyphent-uLQIa7oLYWfAlez-JIdShwOvY3x3xI86h1Lx8GBioeJ733GJeiUA9zc6uhIdc71iHu9u-Emxi8GO_pa5RDCE0gxGO_6xjrE9IbnxLLXb8A62aj_8LSuw-bKSc/s275/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGj4iZBYVGqMfywr1yYvYVpB_x7hvW5f8B7IAHzvTFYs5e-_XQGregQNl0t8VdPhyphenhyphent-uLQIa7oLYWfAlez-JIdShwOvY3x3xI86h1Lx8GBioeJ733GJeiUA9zc6uhIdc71iHu9u-Emxi8GO_pa5RDCE0gxGO_6xjrE9IbnxLLXb8A62aj_8LSuw-bKSc/w239-h159/download%20(3).jpg" width="239" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">This happy phase in his life came to an abrupt end when he was eleven and was packed off to a catholic boarding school, </span>The </span></span><span>Sacred Heart Roman Catholic High School. He recalled : </span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“I was conscious of being ecstatically happy but knowing it was going to go” </span><span>and sure enough it did and :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“The first day, these lads saw their victim – and I was beaten up every day for the next four years”.</span><span> He was fifteen when he realised that he was gay and said : "</span></span></span><b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">For somebody like me, who discovered at puberty that they were gay and it was then a criminal offense in Britain, the Church offered no succour. I felt then that if I prayed and was really good, God would make me like everybody else. Those years when I prayed until my knees bled were awful". </span></i></b></b></span></div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRgOeWNYaxrp6n98X5PCV636XLiyf_COxMg68NsyNMm4GopuivMkp8RDA01-cLFnznuCXep1Zt-bIOQOTUJ7lSGdyjpfIuh2zZ1olPcH3hTTgih4qURDUX3dkOEm-A9Av6j4lR6vH_N8AaVv-ewttPtbDOWw64wVX6992fEGWDSx8kECdzNHtV8BW64c/s242/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="242" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRgOeWNYaxrp6n98X5PCV636XLiyf_COxMg68NsyNMm4GopuivMkp8RDA01-cLFnznuCXep1Zt-bIOQOTUJ7lSGdyjpfIuh2zZ1olPcH3hTTgih4qURDUX3dkOEm-A9Av6j4lR6vH_N8AaVv-ewttPtbDOWw64wVX6992fEGWDSx8kECdzNHtV8BW64c/w141-h121/download%20(4).jpg" width="141" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The agony of school was lifted when he left when he was fifteen in 1960 </span><span>to work as a shipping office clerk and then a bookkeeper in an accountancy firm. He recalled :</span><b><i><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><span style="color: #990000;"><span>“I was twelve years in a job I absolutely detested; you just felt you were dying by the centimetre. I saw a lot of people go under. In the offices I worked in, they hated every minute of it and dreaded when they got to 65, being given a </span><span>Teasmade</span></span><span><span style="color: #990000;"> in the boardroom.” </span><br /></span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Living back at home, in 1962 he said he heard Alec Guinness recite from memory Eliot’s 'Four Quartets' on television, and now read them once a month. He also discovered Bruckner, his great love and Sibelius, and Shostakovich. He said that they worked into his unconscious to such an extent that, in later life when he looked at images, he thought of music.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>He sought release from the trap he felt he was at work by doing some amateur acting and t</span><span><span>hinking back to 1967 he said : <b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">"</b></span></span><b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I finally realized the priests were just men in frocks, and I dropped the church when I was twenty-two. It left a deep emotional hole in me - a sense of chaos". </span></i></b></b><span>Then in 1971, at the age of twenty-six, he left Liverpool to study acting at the Coventry School of Drama on a grant awarded by the Local Education Authority. </span></span><span>In 2009 he said : "</span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The environs I grew up in were tiny. It consisted of house, church, street and the movies. I felt I had to leave. I wanted a creative life, rather than becoming an accountant, which I did for twelve years, and I detested it. It was like a slow death".</span><span> In Coventry </span></span><span>he started writing the screenplay that eventually became 'Children' and when he was thirty-one in 1976, his script found favour with the BFI Production Board. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqco97IecNF2ft0AzUDi8Jtgr99PcWsYOyOMUfk8StpoCXVBJyEmQ7Hb5p5qI11VtIO9gDR4YwpQSSPK58vv9iKMacBVos-aTTqqmOzi1c-LkhH0BiHyppmnOg-K8Et-hRZ5HdYXFwIURCWiRT0bVrAQQfX9wq4rLL6gEVB3_mNn0RCayF5A6x9uzY0Cw/s300/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqco97IecNF2ft0AzUDi8Jtgr99PcWsYOyOMUfk8StpoCXVBJyEmQ7Hb5p5qI11VtIO9gDR4YwpQSSPK58vv9iKMacBVos-aTTqqmOzi1c-LkhH0BiHyppmnOg-K8Et-hRZ5HdYXFwIURCWiRT0bVrAQQfX9wq4rLL6gEVB3_mNn0RCayF5A6x9uzY0Cw/w234-h131/download%20(5).jpg" width="234" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Now that he was funded by the Board, Terence became part of a vital wave of new British talent that also included Bill Douglas, Peter Greenaway and Derek Jarman. The experience of directing it was a traumatic one for him because he was openly disdained by his crew, but the film itself was a triumph, crowned by a miraculous shot of Robert and his mother standing on the doorstep, their reflection in the hearse window erased as the father’s coffin is slid into the back of the vehicle. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2whotiBKJnk&t=0m39s">(link)</a> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When once asked by one sceptical audience member why his films were so slow and depressing, he replied :</span><b> </b><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>“It’s a gift.”</b></span></i></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lV_NWv-pE5e0SJKbeCKM3srY0vGMsgcnInyum9DPwN7TURoWPhhMM3w8MWI1kiunbJDhF2DJ0ZkutKhj_F_z9Iui1bbsxnOhxEw0gntOPvroPYIuTtwfH-ktyPDQz9exnTFqeqmgEHnMIc2Bp8rj_fkRtflFNHK8WZfRBZ9kF7UC6SN3Fgtxzh66GPw/s234/download%20(6).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="184" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3lV_NWv-pE5e0SJKbeCKM3srY0vGMsgcnInyum9DPwN7TURoWPhhMM3w8MWI1kiunbJDhF2DJ0ZkutKhj_F_z9Iui1bbsxnOhxEw0gntOPvroPYIuTtwfH-ktyPDQz9exnTFqeqmgEHnMIc2Bp8rj_fkRtflFNHK8WZfRBZ9kF7UC6SN3Fgtxzh66GPw/w160-h203/download%20(6).png" width="160" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>He then signed up at the National Film School in London, eventually shooting <b>'Madonna and Child'</b> as his graduation film in 1980. <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?sca_esv=573208298&q=%27Madonna+and+Child%27+terence+davies&tbm=vid&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjUwbeMp_OBAxVDW0EAHRHuBIEQ0pQJegQIDRAB&biw=1232&bih=598&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:c0cd0919,vid:jYuO9LCNTu4,st:0">(link) </a>When he added <b>'</b></span><span><b>Death and Transfiguration' </b>in <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?sca_esv=573208298&q=%27Death+and+Transfiguration%27+terrence+davies&tbm=vid&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj75efQqvOBAxWTVEEAHXNXDngQ0pQJegQIDBAB&biw=1232&bih=598&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:70c16ff3,vid:57jP9P7I4p4,st:0">(link)</a> 1983, the trio were released </span><span>commercially under the title of 'The Terence Davies Trilogy'. </span><span>Their protagonist, Robert Tucker </span></span><span>was </span><span>a surrogate, of sorts, for Terence's own experiences growing up gay and devoutly Catholic in a working-class Liverpudlian neighbourhood. He was e</span><span>ncountered in 'Children' </span><span>as a bullied, tentatively gay schoolboy, then in </span><span>middle age in 'Madonna and Child' and in his dotage in 'Death and Transfiguration'. </span><span>He himself said :</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“Being in the past makes me feel safe because I understand that world”</span><i style="font-weight: bold;">. </i>He also said :</span><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“My great love is Eliot’s Four Quartets and these were my modest version of the Four Quartets, based on the suffering of myself and my own family”.</span></i></b><span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtCXraPpyDywwEc3mZvGsvM8We59r2FCJtRK_5dHtV5aniLKod4MjqhuEJsg4i-SsEUW9fHn1T6RANOHjnWejyDQYJVxapQ7spO0fWA75oEXVdqL9n6G6OLkh-1w3VvBCeieHUVlE9YK9MWKurrWeVjBXTTMFSSOkRE24BbZxoA5p981Z-zNQBEP3FKfE/s1600/s-l1600.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1177" data-original-width="1600" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtCXraPpyDywwEc3mZvGsvM8We59r2FCJtRK_5dHtV5aniLKod4MjqhuEJsg4i-SsEUW9fHn1T6RANOHjnWejyDQYJVxapQ7spO0fWA75oEXVdqL9n6G6OLkh-1w3VvBCeieHUVlE9YK9MWKurrWeVjBXTTMFSSOkRE24BbZxoA5p981Z-zNQBEP3FKfE/w170-h125/s-l1600.jpg" width="170" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGLXBSPS0NLFq6ECrggbryWMCyyOfoUSgdapOnzEpGYZhJ9I0PuR3O7WKrr5RA80Q4HOkcZv87Un_5uNAkntZkhuU8imPMae-7xggKgdBogWORSc3nPQhpSLx0tEOLsDeKRzk43LjYbrBoGdQhLJzZKCIgMx-GsMApe1rUYoXLOVmkwhB8lo5uq3oktY/s608/2023-10-14.png" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="608" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGLXBSPS0NLFq6ECrggbryWMCyyOfoUSgdapOnzEpGYZhJ9I0PuR3O7WKrr5RA80Q4HOkcZv87Un_5uNAkntZkhuU8imPMae-7xggKgdBogWORSc3nPQhpSLx0tEOLsDeKRzk43LjYbrBoGdQhLJzZKCIgMx-GsMApe1rUYoXLOVmkwhB8lo5uq3oktY/w218-h122/2023-10-14.png" width="218" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Terence use</span><span>d the Trilogy as a springboard to complete a pair of dramas that, if not entirely autobiographical, nevertheless felt close to home. His<b> 'Distant Voices, Still Lives </b>made in 1988, centred on a family living in the shadow of an abusive alcoholic patriarch played by Pete Postlethwaite.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdlslMb3KJY&t=3s">(link) </a></span><span>The shoot was extremely taxing for Terence and he was sometimes seen, between takes, sitting on Postlethwaite’s lap and being comforted. When Pete said he couldn't believe the truth behind the scene in which his ch</span><span>aracter breaks a broom across the back of his own daughter, Terence handed him his sister’s telephone number and said : </span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“Call her.” </span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L23d8GRcOk8&t=34s">(link) </a></span>The film critic Mark Kermode finished his review of the film with the judgement that Terence : <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Has remained one of our singular cinematic artists, a film maker to be cherished, admired and adored." </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KW0YEOeKMqs">(link)</a></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp3Hifrkwkh5TSuh3lLaYNAD6uCc86GL6dsr_DsmtAPB6HYBD84uUbQfV__gAttvgRIGoQ0qtG5Whyphenhyphenkn4Tr5mDhLBsmXjPf_S5tZcZhXboWd9KKr2bma5G1HteVA9CydgWGFQvFReCT7CU-lpwXqZ8qsNm-3L0IgeuluA-4NFQmNOF9dyl78HMQIUufg/s261/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="193" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp3Hifrkwkh5TSuh3lLaYNAD6uCc86GL6dsr_DsmtAPB6HYBD84uUbQfV__gAttvgRIGoQ0qtG5Whyphenhyphenkn4Tr5mDhLBsmXjPf_S5tZcZhXboWd9KKr2bma5G1HteVA9CydgWGFQvFReCT7CU-lpwXqZ8qsNm-3L0IgeuluA-4NFQmNOF9dyl78HMQIUufg/w89-h121/download%20(11).jpg" width="89" /></a></div>Four <span>years </span>later his<b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"> </b></span></span><span><b>'The Long Day Closes' </b>was his love letter to the picture palaces he had frequented with his sister as a boy in the 1950s with his </span><span>young central character based on Terrence and even sharing his nickname, “Bud”. </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Gd9IVdLX3Y&t=5s">(link)</a><span> The film critic Frank Kermode said it was the first Davies film he had reviewed and he said : <i style="font-weight: bold;">"I remember watching the film and absolutely falling in love with it ".</i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0ftwr-N_J0&t=2m36s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsz1CO6zxCUjw3PVYA-WUZrszPSk-Ka7JPee9ng6Y9Y_NBD4RiIUzMULTv085cYXxYPjjs2Byll4XMIquTpyKZ7NAc35BaAU1DsPqBqiOph8R6ZDJUdh2XTnaOaqy9GvjAbnPoWSoLYsygDoiZtPN7KQUQouyf87oAtvtNOrbiJtMkAaV2GHzLY0RYlg/s330/Listen_to_Britain-title.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="330" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsz1CO6zxCUjw3PVYA-WUZrszPSk-Ka7JPee9ng6Y9Y_NBD4RiIUzMULTv085cYXxYPjjs2Byll4XMIquTpyKZ7NAc35BaAU1DsPqBqiOph8R6ZDJUdh2XTnaOaqy9GvjAbnPoWSoLYsygDoiZtPN7KQUQouyf87oAtvtNOrbiJtMkAaV2GHzLY0RYlg/w199-h149/Listen_to_Britain-title.jpg" width="199" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span>When it came to his making his first documentary, he related in 2009, that at first he was genuinely </span><span>perplexed</span><span> and asked himself : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“Why would they give money to someone who's never done a documentary before?” But they gave me the modest sum, £250,000 to make the film. I didn’t have great expectations, so when it took off, it came as a surprise to us. Now eighty-seven film festivals want it! I also felt I’d completed making fictional films about Liverpool and I didn’t want to retread the same ground. So the documentary form would provide the opportunity for a fresh look at the past. But I insisted on not making a strict documentary, but one based on my emotional memories—a subjective essay, which I discovered after completion was my farewell to Liverpool. My template for the film was Humphrey Jennings’s nineteen-minute-long </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">'Listen to Britain'</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> ".</span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nq1UqU2u1hs">(link)</a></span></div></span></span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiILyDNXgknb71xfgmdof6OcUXap7SIXhyphenhyphen6lNCOrnUoN80HTi4AWi0qFFYWi7wPdUqoWHmtfsd0fs3lvfPLMAGSUPxNqTYkJ_NfHDUCcpNbUkeaRF6SOw0MXArNa6MKKUORSGfAerC795EXNJl5guJrIeZKZE_ey4Nl7PX822yPcERnrrhD7fW10eW_yOs/s275/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiILyDNXgknb71xfgmdof6OcUXap7SIXhyphenhyphen6lNCOrnUoN80HTi4AWi0qFFYWi7wPdUqoWHmtfsd0fs3lvfPLMAGSUPxNqTYkJ_NfHDUCcpNbUkeaRF6SOw0MXArNa6MKKUORSGfAerC795EXNJl5guJrIeZKZE_ey4Nl7PX822yPcERnrrhD7fW10eW_yOs/w146-h219/download%20(7).jpg" width="146" /></span></a></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><b>'Of Time and the City' </b>was filled with many of his hallmarks : in his voiceover for the film, he could be heard dismissing the Beatles as resembling<span style="color: #990000;"> <i><b>“a firm of provincial solicitors” </b></i></span>and calling the 1947 wedding of Queen Elizabeth II <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“the start of the Betty Windsor show”</span> </i></b>over his footage of gunships that appeared to be opening fire on the happy couple. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHF3FR1IWUw&t=0m13s">(link)</a> </span></span><span>He evoked the smoke-filled, narrow cobblestone streets of his boyhood where working-class families like his lived in back to back terraces with their outside toilets and where the children sometimes played in the rubble of Second World War bombed out houses. He said : <span style="color: #990000;"><i>"</i></span></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I remember all the children’s street games, and skipping songs. So much of our life as children was lived on the street. It’s utterly different today - the street life is gone. No the images don’t leave me with a feeling of unrequited regret. They don’t console me".</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yLhMY2dyeZcEupFFcV2_fb1KB7qDo6aa142VsoB8tm4RBtitfB8qG5DWDiqU2vyH0ag7lnO0YTCV6184jFsHhN5qjxBRrogonMF_vOZME_FcQcSGfG8WQAJwD8WMbjbAft7LGgDAQJ9yxydTy1wNFH4k-SHnQvvTfT5jNjZA3a13oInVvqo-XuaC8I8/s297/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="169" data-original-width="297" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yLhMY2dyeZcEupFFcV2_fb1KB7qDo6aa142VsoB8tm4RBtitfB8qG5DWDiqU2vyH0ag7lnO0YTCV6184jFsHhN5qjxBRrogonMF_vOZME_FcQcSGfG8WQAJwD8WMbjbAft7LGgDAQJ9yxydTy1wNFH4k-SHnQvvTfT5jNjZA3a13oInVvqo-XuaC8I8/w234-h133/download%20(9).jpg" width="234" /></a></div>Terence said : <span style="color: #990000;"><i>"</i></span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">The images preceded the text. I wrote the commentary as the images unfolded, while I was cutting the film. I felt at times that I didn’t need a text at all, that silence was sufficient. They didn’t want me to do the narration at first. I was told to find someone else but I wanted to narrate my own poetry and T.S. Eliot and I did the narration in one day. Among the extracts I used were lovely tracking shots of street life from a documentary, 'Morning in the Streets' </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9RZ5ul4SOs">(link)</a><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">, that I would have shot in the same manner. </i></span></span><b style="color: #990000;"><i>My choice of music for any particular image was always instinctive. There is no thought process that kicks in. I saw an image, and my choice of music just responded to it. The music and images moved in counterpoint to each other".</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: #990000;"><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_xoYkczSwelNo9ZcZjk2IknjVdrdNUB6DQKPWenBrlhDJ2kHfvCNiLmJOuLUYZlL9sUYKJAuutkWN225iSswNMupr_1d7uRHDovJd00oX8UsILoqpboTg03iWbVOwwnliHdMb_5UIF972D6lSd3l7YUsHQKFGk2F1CBb56HdZrh6xqCtsTnZbN6pUag/s225/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="225" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_xoYkczSwelNo9ZcZjk2IknjVdrdNUB6DQKPWenBrlhDJ2kHfvCNiLmJOuLUYZlL9sUYKJAuutkWN225iSswNMupr_1d7uRHDovJd00oX8UsILoqpboTg03iWbVOwwnliHdMb_5UIF972D6lSd3l7YUsHQKFGk2F1CBb56HdZrh6xqCtsTnZbN6pUag/w174-h173/download%20(8).jpg" width="174" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"My point of view comes from instinct and heart. I try to be as truthful to memory as possible. I remember the intensity of those moments, which I still reverberate to even today. So I have no esthetic distance from the material". </b></i></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">The Liverpool I knew has disappeared. I’ve recreated a city that is no longer there. The last cinema in my old neighborhood,</span><span> the Odeon, </span><span style="color: #990000;">has been pulled down. The city is now a mythical city for me, because memory is myth. I love the city, but have no illusions that there isn’t a great deal wrong with it".</span></i></b></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I do hope that viewers respond to it with their hearts, because I make it with my heart. It has to be true to your inner voice and inner eye and I hope that’s not as conceited as it sounds, because you can only be true to yourself". </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdTP7jaDYHE&t=19m05s">(link)</a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-55876410814184688592023-09-08T06:22:00.008-07:002024-02-14T15:26:12.653-08:00Why has Britain failed to say "Farewell" to Michael Leonard, its once revered and now forgotten, Prince of Photorealist Painters ?<div class="separator"><span style="clear: right; color: black; float: right; font-weight: 400; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></span></div><div class="separator"><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hSH522M_P3wJ9etimM_lgG6BU42Dw58dPHDX8xF_IXF_UAzjR0NHQz_f8VHZjbPXldxwYNv3eLxl-kxVP_lNvCJWIGA84r72KRMMSX35ACUj73rNC__Y03KkNpj851CPG98of3Ywsj5HPx-vKgo3SbmFumAIqOkZbGPKIVIQPahuoA3dqklYSIHjLl0/s640/michael-leonard.jpeg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="470" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hSH522M_P3wJ9etimM_lgG6BU42Dw58dPHDX8xF_IXF_UAzjR0NHQz_f8VHZjbPXldxwYNv3eLxl-kxVP_lNvCJWIGA84r72KRMMSX35ACUj73rNC__Y03KkNpj851CPG98of3Ywsj5HPx-vKgo3SbmFumAIqOkZbGPKIVIQPahuoA3dqklYSIHjLl0/w166-h226/michael-leonard.jpeg" width="166" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;">Page views : 318</span></span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: times;">In the last quarter of the last century Michael, who died at the end of this July at the age of ninety, took his place as one of Britain's most versatile artists. He was a very successful and popular portrait painter and was commissioned by Reader's Digest to paint Queen Elizabeth II in celebration of her sixtieth birthday in 1986 and other paintings graced the covers of Time magazine in the USA and the Sunday Times magazine in Britain. Yet his passing has produced a cursory obituary in the Times and a brief one in the Guardian's 'Other Lives' section, written by his friend Viv Lawrence. </span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * * * </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmvHtLgmviJ6K9y1OmOkRrNuJHgADC81VRtj-CVY9LnYwDN5CQgK_ZTriB6SGOhz-KHIiXs6RbHmuFihy1O6J34POolz2lb4gPnhATm1D-9sqzddLkN4X7yuqUZQ4MblyUEqDSiczYd9wa0xl-fG-KmtE6vrlunIzCDcy_Coy3-xD-GUxpoAKbdk3QMg/s566/IMG_9118.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="566" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmvHtLgmviJ6K9y1OmOkRrNuJHgADC81VRtj-CVY9LnYwDN5CQgK_ZTriB6SGOhz-KHIiXs6RbHmuFihy1O6J34POolz2lb4gPnhATm1D-9sqzddLkN4X7yuqUZQ4MblyUEqDSiczYd9wa0xl-fG-KmtE6vrlunIzCDcy_Coy3-xD-GUxpoAKbdk3QMg/w195-h148/IMG_9118.webp" width="195" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>Michael was born in <b>Bangalore </b>in India in 1933, the son of Kathleen and Douglas, who was serving in the British Army in the Madras District and who died <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsbXMDreA-dYVJzfDA5wkoU36V1wMg0yxzvrk5w3PMuyrRY6gnl8MyCImjPzRH63GFksGBKbP4zbZZRspFlvTuzMW2Te_jU_6jI_gQ2C9PvCCr2KyPG-O2m87z8B4VZRNdwtFUnaph0_SlNXVozEceoBIzQsv2Pn6jS96kUvfxug-of0Wct_MhRlY0qI/s275/download.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsbXMDreA-dYVJzfDA5wkoU36V1wMg0yxzvrk5w3PMuyrRY6gnl8MyCImjPzRH63GFksGBKbP4zbZZRspFlvTuzMW2Te_jU_6jI_gQ2C9PvCCr2KyPG-O2m87z8B4VZRNdwtFUnaph0_SlNXVozEceoBIzQsv2Pn6jS96kUvfxug-of0Wct_MhRlY0qI/w211-h140/download.jpg" width="211" /></a></span><span>of septicemia during the Second World War when Michael was seven years old in 1940. During the War, his mother married Dick Hollins, a stockbroker and at the end of the War Michael travelled with her to Britain. As he later said : </span><span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"I</b></i></span></span><span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>n 1945 at the end of the war in Europe I returned to England to complete my education".</b></i></span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"> </b><span>Because of his mother's strict adherence to Catholicism, t</span>hat completion took place at the fee-paying, Jesuit boarding school for boys, <b>Stonyhurst College</b> in rural Lancashire. </span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbyIb_P79aOJDpx8qmRjlG5rwcun3iRzI-_uSy3J0uRtmq3MTVJ7MFTpruAx1nGtZTpCHOuPG6-x-5mTxGzVFboKbKJiVXFN2JeTjdu6LC54ISxsgIqHYxCDoxKsSQJu5LItpF9J5qemrQAXrwbH1jbP4oAwWdrhC9xWB1lGQbg5VjJpgozrbsQtCr2xs/s1024/iwakxmy67v64hqk15fljuo20urdr.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="1024" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbyIb_P79aOJDpx8qmRjlG5rwcun3iRzI-_uSy3J0uRtmq3MTVJ7MFTpruAx1nGtZTpCHOuPG6-x-5mTxGzVFboKbKJiVXFN2JeTjdu6LC54ISxsgIqHYxCDoxKsSQJu5LItpF9J5qemrQAXrwbH1jbP4oAwWdrhC9xWB1lGQbg5VjJpgozrbsQtCr2xs/w200-h133/iwakxmy67v64hqk15fljuo20urdr.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>By the time that Michael joined the school at the age of twelve the number of priests on the teaching staff had fallen, but the school still had J</span><span>esuit philosophy at its core and his seven years there must have had a dramatic and formative effect on him. A year after leaving school, when he was eighteen in 1951, he undertook his two years national service in the Armed Forces and two years after being demobbed, </span><span>gained a place at <b>St Martin’s School of Art,</b> in London, in 1954. As he said, he went there and : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"S</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">tudied Commercial Design and Illustration, subjects that at the time seemed more likely than fine art to provide me with a viable future".</span></i></b></span><p></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TJvID8RsxInusiD4ysSGpn7ssMxmhvodChbUZrkcyScOw2Sd8WLQp7_9J4pjT4O9YnS9An9d0NUzybjmdja1Lm3C7pTwzqz3bKpd9x0AO1gxgfO9WNhrhrq-9oRasi2iBHY4VIMBpqSuasoVVx9sajHFeA3ylVQd5VumvhrNu3N4WUV550Ebp8b1GI4/s1400/ml-sk-017-Trees-Charing-Cross-Road-1955.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="1400" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TJvID8RsxInusiD4ysSGpn7ssMxmhvodChbUZrkcyScOw2Sd8WLQp7_9J4pjT4O9YnS9An9d0NUzybjmdja1Lm3C7pTwzqz3bKpd9x0AO1gxgfO9WNhrhrq-9oRasi2iBHY4VIMBpqSuasoVVx9sajHFeA3ylVQd5VumvhrNu3N4WUV550Ebp8b1GI4/w322-h206/ml-sk-017-Trees-Charing-Cross-Road-1955.jpg" width="322" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Michael recalled : "<b style="color: #990000;"><i>As a student in the fifties I was encouraged to keep a sketch book. I only had to step into the street to find plenty to sketch - </i></b><b style="color: #990000;"><i>shop fronts, ornamental street lamps, wrought iron railings and red telephone boxes - all were full of London character and a challenge to draw".</i></b></span></div><div><b style="color: #990000;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The Commercial Design Department at St Martins introduced him to a whole new range of skills and values. He learned about the world of typography and graphic design when, long before the advent of computers, everything had to be done by hand. He was set projects to train him to think in design terms and he was required to devise, among other things, logos, trade marks, promotional booklets and book jackets.</span></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The illustrator</span></b></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>He said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"The cluster of musical instruments was created as a logo for a concert hall. One of the two trademark designs was for the whale fishing industry, the other for Merrit, a manufacturer of crab paste. </i></span><b style="color: #990000;"><i>The company diary covers were attempts to enliven dull, workaday items. For the W. S. Collett 1954 Diary, I combined lettering with areas of texture and decorative mark making. For the Samuel Golshman 1955 Diary, I created a stylised clock to symbolise the passage of time".</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="color: #990000;"></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNEAj4ik7IFJjMLkysw2jyVm9hLwdmUKNuQ2Tdkl70gZQ1fAmXBzAUYawdrCEOGocuNFuB2L_zDZdxacPF0v9kGBx9-WyaVyGPvWelU8mkvcKyIuFZcnLAezylL8sOEc_Jf2xuyBnW4op2VKLXPrgd2V57JA5g0zRn7h3-SJjpnQF5L81eF6WwCNV2SU/s785/Screenshot%20(82).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="785" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNEAj4ik7IFJjMLkysw2jyVm9hLwdmUKNuQ2Tdkl70gZQ1fAmXBzAUYawdrCEOGocuNFuB2L_zDZdxacPF0v9kGBx9-WyaVyGPvWelU8mkvcKyIuFZcnLAezylL8sOEc_Jf2xuyBnW4op2VKLXPrgd2V57JA5g0zRn7h3-SJjpnQF5L81eF6WwCNV2SU/w486-h149/Screenshot%20(82).png" width="486" /></span></a></b></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdsctiBBbBl_3AAHj57YhE6IXS8PsDaYEly-Yi0hxTlzgimMbQTWfJUx7K8pZJrv_xNHXYUxcZ-PXBpLLdBtv-YY5R4fcEwrGza4fUF8qBuDh6ZmGcmg8G0t1waf_MtHLOtyHHnE8A0Z25WGPtcci8JNJy92N98QsNjfl3sgk81yONY6uEC2nrVzn75Y/s387/Screenshot%20(83).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="387" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdsctiBBbBl_3AAHj57YhE6IXS8PsDaYEly-Yi0hxTlzgimMbQTWfJUx7K8pZJrv_xNHXYUxcZ-PXBpLLdBtv-YY5R4fcEwrGza4fUF8qBuDh6ZmGcmg8G0t1waf_MtHLOtyHHnE8A0Z25WGPtcci8JNJy92N98QsNjfl3sgk81yONY6uEC2nrVzn75Y/w275-h164/Screenshot%20(83).png" width="275" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">He went on :<i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> "To serve as a trademark for D.H. Hall & Co, a fictional brewer, I borrowed a wild boar from mediaeval heraldry. My design for the beer bottle label surrounded the beast with a varied assortment of typefaces. </i><b style="color: #990000;"><i>To ensure that the road sign I designed for the Two Hawks Hotel would stand out, I made it an unusual shape. The hawk itself was based on the ancient Egyptian ‘Hawk of Horus’ in the British Museum.</i></b></span><p></p><p><b style="color: #990000;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"My 'revent Smog' booklet aimed to promote a clean air campaign. Early 1950’s London sometimes suffered dense smogs known as ‘pea soupers’. My artwork contrasted the lethal gloom of this pollution with a vision of sparkling clean air. All the shop fronts and street details came from my sketch books".</span></i></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="color: #990000;"></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJK-TrDGyo6-yUq3USJLh1LoLo9UEx-3jAjxrZtMoZd0Q9BdTfBEmDmCuzHGOVS_5qjU5TeFaunrZ6YGwG_RYF3m011yvzbBa2N9zTrUPY5b0A_mz8uG6qlIWBOdYV83PmSVpFXuv-NqIb-IeK63kMBF7548Te9jBS268016t6x__wKu1vJ5wxjj3Yp2s/s394/2023-08-26.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="394" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJK-TrDGyo6-yUq3USJLh1LoLo9UEx-3jAjxrZtMoZd0Q9BdTfBEmDmCuzHGOVS_5qjU5TeFaunrZ6YGwG_RYF3m011yvzbBa2N9zTrUPY5b0A_mz8uG6qlIWBOdYV83PmSVpFXuv-NqIb-IeK63kMBF7548Te9jBS268016t6x__wKu1vJ5wxjj3Yp2s/w432-h162/2023-08-26.png" width="432" /></span></a></b></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Michael said he was always grateful for his training in commercial design because constructing letters by hand taught him precision and spatial awareness and learning to think in design terms added authority to his illustrations and underpinned his later work as a painter. </span></p><p><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1088" data-original-width="1596" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5_8b8WlIxAV66GHI4YMP0NKi6sf1p4JOSZA_fnv2kDvo95Nlc8IdzJwD7Zd1W_fBP3r553jNl-pCsdO9jcJLykCipv4_ZSyCSrzCVqt27zJULTeDQ5mK_5EjF42w-n16h9DWltIpX_0bj4U8wZwu03qd7K8Pe2d3583w009ei-ODLC4S17s9Vr8r2io/w176-h120/140218_F_HY_3573.jpg" width="176" /></span></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>B</span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVMpho0J9XLLJhaZJoo2aLFIHn9gTs5HwrrBrAWy4yYM_Eqo7i6ZiI9FLR8JERbnIYMk3vO3dEk7KT4OM7Ta1UdZ36zDCa1NjfuvwZq8mpOYTAxhsFyd9hZyJpPRbnlGMkajYIajc5ztETWgu9s5ElcDiAcxCLI7DCmoddR0-XSTspy_alMhZK4vnvwc/s225/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVMpho0J9XLLJhaZJoo2aLFIHn9gTs5HwrrBrAWy4yYM_Eqo7i6ZiI9FLR8JERbnIYMk3vO3dEk7KT4OM7Ta1UdZ36zDCa1NjfuvwZq8mpOYTAxhsFyd9hZyJpPRbnlGMkajYIajc5ztETWgu9s5ElcDiAcxCLI7DCmoddR0-XSTspy_alMhZK4vnvwc/w115-h115/download%20(1).jpg" width="115" /></a>y the time he left the Art School, at the age of twenty-four in 1957, he was already working as a freelance illustrator and for most of the 1960s he commuted into the City of London to work as an illustrator in a small studio attached to the offices of his agents, <b>Artist Partners</b> in <b>Ham Yard, Soho.</b> <br />Here, he was busy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJxLkiOrI_FivRT5C_RjMT3KwpRLX9SDRDonPscUoBEMjuEFrGZ2BXQ_iWgBgVYL4d9yatCOmr9YHmRomKh7uvyY5zjqHPgcp0Nvhc5c3frRu_HEYE2WQZtD0Al6hjjGlcfVLxoQyFiXVlf_0BgijQE7MUh8L8v7AJJNCJxds4Dpp_BZTVmwg8VY746U/s224/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="224" height="71" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJxLkiOrI_FivRT5C_RjMT3KwpRLX9SDRDonPscUoBEMjuEFrGZ2BXQ_iWgBgVYL4d9yatCOmr9YHmRomKh7uvyY5zjqHPgcp0Nvhc5c3frRu_HEYE2WQZtD0Al6hjjGlcfVLxoQyFiXVlf_0BgijQE7MUh8L8v7AJJNCJxds4Dpp_BZTVmwg8VY746U/w71-h71/download%20(8).jpg" width="71" /></a></span><span><span> producing artwork for books, magazines, advertising and the press. Much of the work on offer was stimulating and enjoyable but after a time he felt the need to express a more personal vision. His lunch hour visits to the</span> National Gallery <span>fed a growing ambition to make pictures for the wall rather than the page and work that would be experienced in the original rather than in reproduction.</span></span></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEPgDN-VBug5NqyzagdXIhqqCUP2SuShAOktlMDmdo8jtk9UudkbNaJf5XZZly3Nt8krP1-D4TaW_cuoxQbanoP_d25ADS3ow-OygBxcI0H1lMyyXx2PDnfJybbgA_Jd7T-Vbm-8tQKq8qOnDMlymmd0VV1eYzBcgodEXIBtsu1xky6TJxxabslL2Wecc/s277/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="277" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEPgDN-VBug5NqyzagdXIhqqCUP2SuShAOktlMDmdo8jtk9UudkbNaJf5XZZly3Nt8krP1-D4TaW_cuoxQbanoP_d25ADS3ow-OygBxcI0H1lMyyXx2PDnfJybbgA_Jd7T-Vbm-8tQKq8qOnDMlymmd0VV1eYzBcgodEXIBtsu1xky6TJxxabslL2Wecc/w198-h130/download%20(7).jpg" width="198" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurRac9Zy1eBksi1JCBRbfWS7UyOA0gYrVG8m5GoVrsiLQuNeybdJTyzdPL6IOxBD9_tTw5f9s8fIK6IBSGzYkWr-fyCexNG6Lw0EdaNKUmHzQl4dnBctQhM9N4vJHz0C0pbmUHIOqwXPcE36tIGU9QrFi9EQfZLDA_LwSlCJw7l_tQNiSxctHVYSfMsU/s333/330px-Piero_della_Francesca_-_Nativity_-_WGA17620.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="330" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurRac9Zy1eBksi1JCBRbfWS7UyOA0gYrVG8m5GoVrsiLQuNeybdJTyzdPL6IOxBD9_tTw5f9s8fIK6IBSGzYkWr-fyCexNG6Lw0EdaNKUmHzQl4dnBctQhM9N4vJHz0C0pbmUHIOqwXPcE36tIGU9QrFi9EQfZLDA_LwSlCJw7l_tQNiSxctHVYSfMsU/w138-h139/330px-Piero_della_Francesca_-_Nativity_-_WGA17620.jpg" width="138" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Michael said :<i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"I have often found inspiration in the past in </b></span></i><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>the </b></span></i></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b><span style="color: #990000;">work of the great Masters of European Painting, many of whose pictures are in London’s National Gallery. As a frequent visitor to the gallery in the sixties and seventies I was particularly drawn to the paintings of </span>Piero de la Francesca, <span style="color: #990000;">Nicholas Poussin, Jan Vermeer, Edgar Degas and </span>Georges Seurat.<span style="color: #990000;"> Notwithstanding marked differences of both period and style, all these artists created works of great formal authority and I returned to their pictures time and again hoping to learn something from them".</span></b></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqA9Gzl5vIe6l7QrqQhDqBM0MJKbXmg1XLMO97x5QMi0WY8eM106XUFzZKtSt1docfo5gNQ1TO8TNJoGRN1xW5KxHtf1zc0m6TOZHCaAg_kBgPsVqO8SKaTTe7umDWExcqgI3idU-XcaeutQTRszUKCkdqJ5WtTiyJLS0N74Nx8iiZIXbfnNzQMpwWcc/s550/ml-ew-033.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="550" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqA9Gzl5vIe6l7QrqQhDqBM0MJKbXmg1XLMO97x5QMi0WY8eM106XUFzZKtSt1docfo5gNQ1TO8TNJoGRN1xW5KxHtf1zc0m6TOZHCaAg_kBgPsVqO8SKaTTe7umDWExcqgI3idU-XcaeutQTRszUKCkdqJ5WtTiyJLS0N74Nx8iiZIXbfnNzQMpwWcc/w141-h117/ml-ew-033.jpg" width="141" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>In 1969 Michael painted Roger Coleman, a fellow illustrator at 'Artist Partners' who had graduated from the Royal College of Art, mounted exhibitions at the Institute of Contemporary Art and taught for a spell before coming to illustration. Michael said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"This background made him the ideal companion for our occasional sorties to the National Gallery". </span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysHAzpUFVoQ6JMoUe7UmA3VUr7vls5pXJmjxptpB2_vOrrPcpIQfDl3zsnI7Ei7SXFyEHqaB34rT2CWbMf1p9z3ZQRgJBPb9Uxjz3nb29jGvQlah9c1BCF1TalzwDYmZscQUJBkLGZ8irg4XBzFFER6MZn5Le31hJR2yQmBBWGobT2Z8cWsz752-7yrA/s525/Nicolas_Poussin_-_The_Adoration_of_the_Golden_Calf_-_WGA18293%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="525" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysHAzpUFVoQ6JMoUe7UmA3VUr7vls5pXJmjxptpB2_vOrrPcpIQfDl3zsnI7Ei7SXFyEHqaB34rT2CWbMf1p9z3ZQRgJBPb9Uxjz3nb29jGvQlah9c1BCF1TalzwDYmZscQUJBkLGZ8irg4XBzFFER6MZn5Le31hJR2yQmBBWGobT2Z8cWsz752-7yrA/w245-h175/Nicolas_Poussin_-_The_Adoration_of_the_Golden_Calf_-_WGA18293%20(1).jpg" width="245" /></a></span></div><span>He recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"One day, as we were standing in front of Nicholas Poussin’s painting</span></i></b> <b>‘The Adoration of the Golden Calf’<span style="color: #990000;">,</span></b><span style="color: #990000;"> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Roger asked me for my thoughts. After looking at the picture for a while, something struck me as compelling. Although filled with dancing and gesticulating figures, the picture somehow managed to maintain a satisfying balance. It also seemed to possess an innate authority that took it way beyond illustration and I began to see Poussin’s picture with new eyes, not just as an image, but as an orderly sequence of forms and spaces. It dawned on me that this sense of underlying order was lacking in my own pictures and was the element of picture making I had been searching for since the start of the decade".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><b>The painter </b></p></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>Michael said :</span><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"> "Meanwhile, at home I experimented, trying my hand </b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;"><span><i> at picture making, hoping that what I was doing might one day lead to a show in a reputable London gallery. Although I loved illustration I was aware even then that a good painting had to be more than just a big illustration". </i></span></span><span><span>His 1959 his <b>'</b></span></span><span><b>Three Disciples', 'Magdalen' </b>and <b>'Lazurus'</b>,</span></span><span><b> </b>were all executed in </span><span>a naturalistic v</span><span><span>ein in pen Indian Ink, wash & gouache.</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PNRFHTLknfNtlVEDizFViKzNJD272cHNt7iryciUfrYyDIaQ3FtgInrrB4N7-6cQ1CF1mRS5OfdH4XTV0n0cwaxKXdpRe__Sp7oAt0k3NVGjAMstPPYW6MmE6rlQNdqHXvu3Qf9g_x0KEvB8MmD152kkLF7xPI7k7OwONc3tVUJ2IwA_d3toE95ewoQ/s280/ml-ew-003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="186" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PNRFHTLknfNtlVEDizFViKzNJD272cHNt7iryciUfrYyDIaQ3FtgInrrB4N7-6cQ1CF1mRS5OfdH4XTV0n0cwaxKXdpRe__Sp7oAt0k3NVGjAMstPPYW6MmE6rlQNdqHXvu3Qf9g_x0KEvB8MmD152kkLF7xPI7k7OwONc3tVUJ2IwA_d3toE95ewoQ/w132-h199/ml-ew-003.jpg" width="132" /></a></span><i style="clear: right; 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font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></i></span></span></span></p><p style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times; font-weight: normal;"></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 700; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiONnzY4Q3YB4tn4--OYVkI_BkpQUTVm_Zdn5qmsNX7HdlsJ9fF5NYTUpH7cHj1559VwIkt-K8Z8OVmbe7bDc6hS-MWv_oMJqw4YGQvpfSnr8yGv_33T_rlUN0La39IQnEEojr3Hasasy7Cb1rwVI7LKqH7IWa2EBysXtxdEwJE2YXMo05O8dCO-3b6mY/s280/ml-ew-005.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="219" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiONnzY4Q3YB4tn4--OYVkI_BkpQUTVm_Zdn5qmsNX7HdlsJ9fF5NYTUpH7cHj1559VwIkt-K8Z8OVmbe7bDc6hS-MWv_oMJqw4YGQvpfSnr8yGv_33T_rlUN0La39IQnEEojr3Hasasy7Cb1rwVI7LKqH7IWa2EBysXtxdEwJE2YXMo05O8dCO-3b6mY/w122-h153/ml-ew-005.jpg" width="122" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMsp9CFn6h7vWUUbRd4WXZTpK0NbovdlmG3sYpABS79ZWSVIJWzA8n7LvhLy2i1y-dk5guHyY7c_8rc-XdmAXqGXY7RSctYe1cn3ulxDR11l5D8tFmAF7BetITA2ZPIpqghDEPa3SOpYJJD-_prMDMXthPlSHRPwi-IP5kfldL2If-6rC93ferOxHvp4/s1400/ml-ew-004.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-weight: 400; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1400" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMsp9CFn6h7vWUUbRd4WXZTpK0NbovdlmG3sYpABS79ZWSVIJWzA8n7LvhLy2i1y-dk5guHyY7c_8rc-XdmAXqGXY7RSctYe1cn3ulxDR11l5D8tFmAF7BetITA2ZPIpqghDEPa3SOpYJJD-_prMDMXthPlSHRPwi-IP5kfldL2If-6rC93ferOxHvp4/w215-h142/ml-ew-004.jpg" width="215" /></a><p style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">At the same time his </span><b>'The Fallen</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><b>Warrior'</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> and </span><b>'Ajax with the Body of Achilles' </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">were stylised in ways that grew out of his enthusiasm for the vase paintings of ancient Greece. </span></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 700;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEQ1Ihlj9DRm8qeyYZ9sQzURCuFn1R7pOr_UvYTf6EmeppSsjs2BAcRBXPh7GvDNSxUaCD-V4li4r-y4o2ThLNPA5ybcJJcERP63Au_GkEreXx4RGpaJgjfQswuBLfru6ioUH0bg_bHl2TuU5fJKYJ08oictzaLIbS8t5VEoye49XjbSl_YaPiFNLuY8/s1400/ml-ew-016.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="1400" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEQ1Ihlj9DRm8qeyYZ9sQzURCuFn1R7pOr_UvYTf6EmeppSsjs2BAcRBXPh7GvDNSxUaCD-V4li4r-y4o2ThLNPA5ybcJJcERP63Au_GkEreXx4RGpaJgjfQswuBLfru6ioUH0bg_bHl2TuU5fJKYJ08oictzaLIbS8t5VEoye49XjbSl_YaPiFNLuY8/w153-h103/ml-ew-016.jpg" width="153" /></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOi2_-ipwUH1sfG0HZ62t5ZCNVzQ-t7c8AVegALQZusK_Qtw0bLonx0OQfaJBjXmYQbgRksJhW_hNRy2pxz6vt7aMiCmn3KQpwXR58xEL9qjK4O2GU-XAXgIp8Pd1n0mKWLI1_ngqXs4FruGQrnblcpQcpgDWz1Llg1dBlNNkgG3ChxoqHwKeo0onbj8/s1400/ml-ew-017.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1397" data-original-width="1400" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOi2_-ipwUH1sfG0HZ62t5ZCNVzQ-t7c8AVegALQZusK_Qtw0bLonx0OQfaJBjXmYQbgRksJhW_hNRy2pxz6vt7aMiCmn3KQpwXR58xEL9qjK4O2GU-XAXgIp8Pd1n0mKWLI1_ngqXs4FruGQrnblcpQcpgDWz1Llg1dBlNNkgG3ChxoqHwKeo0onbj8/w117-h116/ml-ew-017.jpg" width="117" /></a><span style="font-weight: normal;">Yet, while his stylised figures could often be intense and </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">powerful, he felt they could never be the stuff of serious picture making. </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">However, he said they came into their own in his set of linocuts of </span><span><b>'Jason, Medea and Hercules' </b></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">and the plate design </span><b>'Centaur and Satyr'</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> and his design for a mural, </span><b>'Peasant Bagpiper'. </b></p><p></p><p style="font-weight: 700;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1050" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzaMqdd2lRBmqNJWbjlCY9A897FsMzXmRnsW8nEkw5WIs1yMLM21OT2nMNjdRZD0bqk0MYbvZSKUBAvv604Kxdaf4EnSE4RALZkOlP5WAlYZh86qQJyQkdCumS2m2N93y-1D3nnTB5UemEEKOsOiBpgGPBPJ8gE1Jnp_N4UdguuouDwK_lORnovyfcvo/w113-h150/ml-ew-020.jpg" width="113" /></a><span></span></span></p><p><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoh2beGKN3bf5EwHmnBMMqY-33iFUDU5H2zlofS8M9xkTALOb5FI6SGrgGllLueY_YujOHVUwj9CWg0KGF92_C4HTccj3sTwFx7IihWpoFkqgMbHh4MxDe-zxfrz6WDxe5FM3w08VbRfdeGn6mGBj53hMdVNZMFvADZYahZ_rFFAf2kfVAShTirRpe_U/s503/ml-ew-21_Icarus-Flying-across-the-Sun.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="503" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoh2beGKN3bf5EwHmnBMMqY-33iFUDU5H2zlofS8M9xkTALOb5FI6SGrgGllLueY_YujOHVUwj9CWg0KGF92_C4HTccj3sTwFx7IihWpoFkqgMbHh4MxDe-zxfrz6WDxe5FM3w08VbRfdeGn6mGBj53hMdVNZMFvADZYahZ_rFFAf2kfVAShTirRpe_U/w156-h148/ml-ew-21_Icarus-Flying-across-the-Sun.jpeg" width="156" /></a><span>I</span><span>n 1966, at the age of thirty-three and still searching for a suitable mode of expression, he embarked on a number of heavily textured paintings featuring 'Icarus' and the 'Minotaur' - two characters from Greek myth he was obsessed with at the time and the result was</span><span><b> 'Icarus Burning Up',</b></span><span> </span><span><b>'Icarus across the Sun'</b></span><span> and </span><span><b>'The Minotaur in the Maze'.</b></span></span></p></span><h2 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTK7843ukqfXs4UX6P-XG7GPNmLB_HE3hKB1Dt_OMixCSy5TY0m90ebZZTViyQ-IbCQY1tEec-arCZGoKWqV_tmfrjJoqSPvS1UHW8dLx859GTIuKjiRNwzUIRLPtSQpoMFgvpa9K-2BsqlSsPnMedYPZ_-694ePFqefx6yvJII_o95X93lH_1KMbOaNg/s1400/ml-ew-019.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1015" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTK7843ukqfXs4UX6P-XG7GPNmLB_HE3hKB1Dt_OMixCSy5TY0m90ebZZTViyQ-IbCQY1tEec-arCZGoKWqV_tmfrjJoqSPvS1UHW8dLx859GTIuKjiRNwzUIRLPtSQpoMFgvpa9K-2BsqlSsPnMedYPZ_-694ePFqefx6yvJII_o95X93lH_1KMbOaNg/w151-h208/ml-ew-019.jpg" width="151" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 400;">In the 1960s and 70s, Michael found a valuable source of income in illustrations for magazines and <b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">was prolific both in his book illustrations <a href="https://www.michaelleonardartist.com/works/commercial/book-illustration">(link)</a> and book jackets <a href="https://www.michaelleonardartist.com/works/commercial/book-jackets">(link).</a> In addition, his work for prestigious magazines like 'Sunday Times Magazine' in Britain, 'Time' in the USA and 'Stern' in Germany also provided him with income.<a href="https://www.michaelleonardartist.com/works/commercial/editorial-art"> (link)</a></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 400;"><b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="409" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7lyT-uw3FQ9AjJXVJMh7ww3U_YRL_-G7eYjZ5sR18aDCXQqyOtpZExYSfvTpTyuS9g2nXKN8ZN3XpK7Y077Knog03-A-_4ss9_itTQVwgXm9m6hB5iPXRq3Q-VNCKU7Lul9qR7rrlTq6y12bcNKqy3gQPsPgmzmlyTxmOoAfKYWAWrGzASqw5zngnZcw/w86-h115/ml-ea-021.jpg" width="86" /></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSRUzTd3nayyEEkcVdsrzfm1qG9FM3LBi2DNKMUdVnvbrOtAlcEj9IMaa1799j21oHVvt7XSwghIF6FS2Ccjy74ZFOW8JW2kLjuggKm8B4VLzqf7dkWMxgt0XkLbvWIVgF0DZwFAbMYPumWWPvHggT_ExyxDMWxBQeKREZkBcEDYI-htXScN3Ix2R7TU/s280/ml-ea-020.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="209" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSRUzTd3nayyEEkcVdsrzfm1qG9FM3LBi2DNKMUdVnvbrOtAlcEj9IMaa1799j21oHVvt7XSwghIF6FS2Ccjy74ZFOW8JW2kLjuggKm8B4VLzqf7dkWMxgt0XkLbvWIVgF0DZwFAbMYPumWWPvHggT_ExyxDMWxBQeKREZkBcEDYI-htXScN3Ix2R7TU/w87-h116/ml-ea-020.jpg" width="87" /></a><span style="font-weight: normal;">In 1967 the '</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sunday Times Magazine' commissioned Michael to produce a cover port</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rai</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">t of Jackie Kennedy which related to an article by Dr Alex </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Comfort about the science of ageing. He said : </span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: 400;"><b><span>"My job was to add visual appeal to the text by predicting how a number of public figures might look in about 30 years time. The Jackie Kennedy cover portrait appears here as the magazine printed it, the others were taken from my watercolour originals". </span><span> </span></b></i></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 400;">For his work he received the Winsor & Newton Silver Award for 'The Best Editorial Art of ‘68' and in due course he was asked to age more celebrities for the German newsweekly 'Stern', which included some of his Sunday Times portraits and several more including Queen Soraya, the second wife of the last Shah of Persia and Britain's 'The Beatles'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt31eJT7y4w9113GM5UNuBr4tIlAkgFL8MV6BjQFhSeteRUptBBIw7fKr9c8kE2nBlZFh00aHFLX3H_r0Qi9vtORA5wx7i5z92bR5j0R0YDAX2OImypacoT4K5eOrAwe0kAJnjXnP1_Nwai2HWnQDm7hpvKzo2PgNM3Few_O_bmdiaU2S4J5Eq0BFsW54/s245/ml-ea-031.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="245" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt31eJT7y4w9113GM5UNuBr4tIlAkgFL8MV6BjQFhSeteRUptBBIw7fKr9c8kE2nBlZFh00aHFLX3H_r0Qi9vtORA5wx7i5z92bR5j0R0YDAX2OImypacoT4K5eOrAwe0kAJnjXnP1_Nwai2HWnQDm7hpvKzo2PgNM3Few_O_bmdiaU2S4J5Eq0BFsW54/s1600/ml-ea-031.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHz9P6we5TMl3t8Vei-4kwesLGpeny4UL89Dh2NRuRwBllJqZ6Q3w_WOc7f_EC1QvM40DClWH71wLUeKxCu8BFqcTgTfDvXM63K_5rUCRsdhN2x7ST0v09xUniVeW-PMdjNQ9ZW2vbFzqLg-7xX0-3j0aY1uOxrCHB6RnTtYHlNUi6ysJ9WHO1aPWCURg/s280/ml-ea-030.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="211" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHz9P6we5TMl3t8Vei-4kwesLGpeny4UL89Dh2NRuRwBllJqZ6Q3w_WOc7f_EC1QvM40DClWH71wLUeKxCu8BFqcTgTfDvXM63K_5rUCRsdhN2x7ST0v09xUniVeW-PMdjNQ9ZW2vbFzqLg-7xX0-3j0aY1uOxrCHB6RnTtYHlNUi6ysJ9WHO1aPWCURg/w113-h150/ml-ea-030.jpg" width="113" /></a>Michael recalled : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><i>" </i></span><i style="font-weight: 400;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">For a cover of the magazine in May 1968, I created an imaginary portrait of King. As Roman Legate in Britain in about 80 AD, Cogidubnus lived in a magnificent palace at Fishbourne in Sussex. While supervising excavations on the site, the archaeologist Barry Cunliffe uncovered what turned out to be the largest Roman building in Britain and in the process, revealed much of the life that was lived there. My illustration depicts a visiting merchant approaching the palace accompanied by two servants carrying a trunk full of samples to show the king".</span></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As an illustrator with ambitions to be a painter, Michael found the contemporary art scene of 1960’s London both difficult to connect with and confusing. He said what he was looking for was something to fire his imagination and perhaps give him direction and to his surprise, he found it in the work of an abstract painter,</span><span> Robyn Denny. </span><span><span style="font-weight: normal;">He discovered that a set of his screen prints made, what he called :</span><i> </i></span><span style="color: #990000;"><i>"A magical use of close-toned colour in a format of standing rectangles" </i></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">and he wondered if such effects could work for figurative pictures like his own. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><b><b><i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnCTcuYP4Z9IGUAf-wD1J5vN3cwd8LpPIYNsBc7iSAMoK5nAlNoOZXtBCWBB-vlAwv8E43T-lltixS9MYLtF_ETRlGMTRe2g8YxMcZK552EvsCIqoEhiptp79P_arkK8EoWxvw-G8-4_0Ep4-cLKM_kIPQeUOBMwpMq2g_DfqdyFSoRa5XNSInS8wrNk/s744/2023-08-28.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="744" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnCTcuYP4Z9IGUAf-wD1J5vN3cwd8LpPIYNsBc7iSAMoK5nAlNoOZXtBCWBB-vlAwv8E43T-lltixS9MYLtF_ETRlGMTRe2g8YxMcZK552EvsCIqoEhiptp79P_arkK8EoWxvw-G8-4_0Ep4-cLKM_kIPQeUOBMwpMq2g_DfqdyFSoRa5XNSInS8wrNk/w496-h141/2023-08-28.png" width="496" /></a></div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></i></b></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqtOP2KQRdEtdFsBw7CQBlCY-h3I_JD3pDNTl9pUukMZHglLBrYTbz8I_F5I2yb0_uqjJotKFxCJxpSMDsGV3JUMI-AjrYxAgLPf6QOj0D8WTXj7QvMJms49c54WHswkUl-aKSNj_wq4TWyFE24dPqyV9_sIINb6t9wM_5yNHQAZU_B2ctAFB2UHgA0I/s231/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; color: #990000; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="231" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqtOP2KQRdEtdFsBw7CQBlCY-h3I_JD3pDNTl9pUukMZHglLBrYTbz8I_F5I2yb0_uqjJotKFxCJxpSMDsGV3JUMI-AjrYxAgLPf6QOj0D8WTXj7QvMJms49c54WHswkUl-aKSNj_wq4TWyFE24dPqyV9_sIINb6t9wM_5yNHQAZU_B2ctAFB2UHgA0I/w150-h142/download%20(5).jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAZh_ZEoKvilRMRmnwfbw-XtrVsLyTyjCULxS64Ad1Euh28cDfNatfx1BdKRuatHPl-3cQvqww70eEm4UPecbvmoxeubR9e_E9UvzdbCGeBUvAbWRh19uHDAJHNv-MksJdrhHdRv06qx7DJlf3H4ZolXWFg_zo8NoBUKDtblnucBu3L-iQjgeB6tJRTY/s235/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; color: #990000; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="235" data-original-width="214" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAZh_ZEoKvilRMRmnwfbw-XtrVsLyTyjCULxS64Ad1Euh28cDfNatfx1BdKRuatHPl-3cQvqww70eEm4UPecbvmoxeubR9e_E9UvzdbCGeBUvAbWRh19uHDAJHNv-MksJdrhHdRv06qx7DJlf3H4ZolXWFg_zo8NoBUKDtblnucBu3L-iQjgeB6tJRTY/w120-h132/download%20(2).jpg" width="120" /></a><span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Michael said that :</span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> "T</i></span><b style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><b><i><span>o some degree, my subsequent paintings </span></i></b></b><b style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><b><i><span>were </span></i></b></b><span><span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">an attempt to find out. I put close-toned effects to radical use in an early self portrait, In a </i><i style="font-weight: bold;">'</i><i style="font-weight: bold;">Dark Window' <span style="color: #990000;">in</span></i><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;"> 1</span></i><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">970". </i><span style="font-weight: normal;">He used similar effects in</span><span> 'Leroy in a </span></span></span></span><span><span> Blanket' <span style="font-weight: normal;">in the sane year and 'Under a Tree' in 1972. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><b><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIruLDrW1tvCPAOpDApzxyWIXXUE9-az_TpkFCiWlB22d-D5_lVd4eGJgknWnRYr7YSW-4YsF8-Ix2b_qvTZ49zNv7E38DbPtqrybdnIINMhp57R3gJwqzymmWiVLH8jk4noE49PD8vBxc21LxNL3082s7PASVblsulj3fhA7W1CZ-PEUhaqbQsH4oUNU/s238/download%20(3).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="238" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIruLDrW1tvCPAOpDApzxyWIXXUE9-az_TpkFCiWlB22d-D5_lVd4eGJgknWnRYr7YSW-4YsF8-Ix2b_qvTZ49zNv7E38DbPtqrybdnIINMhp57R3gJwqzymmWiVLH8jk4noE49PD8vBxc21LxNL3082s7PASVblsulj3fhA7W1CZ-PEUhaqbQsH4oUNU/s1600/download%20(3).jpg" width="238" /></a></div></i></b></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;">He said : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"</span></span><b style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><b><i><span>As well as adding a note of ambiguity, this tonal restraint served as an antidote to the high impact, high key sensationalism of the commercial world I was aiming, eventually, to leave behind".</span></i></b></b></div></span></span></h2><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAfu_PKO3D6p9Gz3ypBsHbpxZ29n5psPaQFIRt_T1K06IBrt9yF7WIOOq1T7rYHzvsu77g2OenYewelVKb4umf8EKM_Q70DR0NfIUeql8_0oEViaWkDUJujVdO4KtiCyw-94Xl9FSW5gLcdBFv9_bCoeBWCtLjeXSKrHkn6RASS09vWp1nCP3tcA8WVQ/s262/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="193" data-original-width="262" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAfu_PKO3D6p9Gz3ypBsHbpxZ29n5psPaQFIRt_T1K06IBrt9yF7WIOOq1T7rYHzvsu77g2OenYewelVKb4umf8EKM_Q70DR0NfIUeql8_0oEViaWkDUJujVdO4KtiCyw-94Xl9FSW5gLcdBFv9_bCoeBWCtLjeXSKrHkn6RASS09vWp1nCP3tcA8WVQ/w124-h91/download%20(6).jpg" width="124" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXUFDDZcdOmr26TTTY1zoPLNX1S4NkDRkVAjdzrKt4KsiZFXPqrObJry73uK1jWfFp6iBwU3RvUGZPAZtWX0TDG2BiFs_G9csAvU3c_xsSZdzPsFffqp86FzKDSDiR4K_jQJJP2YidKd_KyAwAM1cHcLHAScblVaAtJJU2UJinbBaB_AfS--ZrxYthOQ/s540/width-540_zK6odLS.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="540" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXUFDDZcdOmr26TTTY1zoPLNX1S4NkDRkVAjdzrKt4KsiZFXPqrObJry73uK1jWfFp6iBwU3RvUGZPAZtWX0TDG2BiFs_G9csAvU3c_xsSZdzPsFffqp86FzKDSDiR4K_jQJJP2YidKd_KyAwAM1cHcLHAScblVaAtJJU2UJinbBaB_AfS--ZrxYthOQ/w258-h182/width-540_zK6odLS.jpg" width="258" /></a>Michael had been attracted to painters in the Realist mainstream of American art and was encouraged to learn that, like him, both Winslow Homer and Edward Hopper had spent much of their early careers working as Illustrators. He was also</span></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"> drawn to some of their successors, in particular<b> Richard Estes,</b> who used </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">photographic stills to create paintings that appeared to be photographs and </span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">whose cityscape reflections in plate glass windows inspired him to embark on a series of ‘window’ pictures of his own. </span></span></span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJ8mX5etErx90TjFvmUITEEGhAI4EJmIrMsKIUa-Tm8VF3PWGeuNYVcuJfd0BVeaH2rNA8nLkF0Z3UBARBxu9W1kAYCphF4vUSAG6aHIbYFMTz0sTgtnBbJgLlWnmBP-wFVOmoEoGPCQ9W_LzVvihR74ODzaygPhx_pPBa5B0ZSGKTZvbcbPPGr5GzWk/s1400/ml-ep-016.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1393" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJ8mX5etErx90TjFvmUITEEGhAI4EJmIrMsKIUa-Tm8VF3PWGeuNYVcuJfd0BVeaH2rNA8nLkF0Z3UBARBxu9W1kAYCphF4vUSAG6aHIbYFMTz0sTgtnBbJgLlWnmBP-wFVOmoEoGPCQ9W_LzVvihR74ODzaygPhx_pPBa5B0ZSGKTZvbcbPPGr5GzWk/w168-h169/ml-ep-016.jpg" width="168" /></span></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEum8xg2dUlJtfp9gxE3J9HfSMt7F4flXnJLz8nU66z7sNVbULc1i5UbYGIl_2rkEs0Vc3pXX2nZBWvEVTuI7O6o45vOKBBWMJgKFMkZvycJrpDEdBIhbZ_9X0aYGiXzxuS4ZZAZqkTSVrc0KM6z4TlREDgwlW7VLbcPuITgR8yANgi5aFgTbpl8bFUug/s600/1-woman-in-blue-reading-a-letter-johannes-vermeer.jpg!Large.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="500" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEum8xg2dUlJtfp9gxE3J9HfSMt7F4flXnJLz8nU66z7sNVbULc1i5UbYGIl_2rkEs0Vc3pXX2nZBWvEVTuI7O6o45vOKBBWMJgKFMkZvycJrpDEdBIhbZ_9X0aYGiXzxuS4ZZAZqkTSVrc0KM6z4TlREDgwlW7VLbcPuITgR8yANgi5aFgTbpl8bFUug/w135-h162/1-woman-in-blue-reading-a-letter-johannes-vermeer.jpg!Large.jpg" width="135" /></span></a><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Michael was almost forty when some of this work came to the attention of Fischer Fine Art, a distinguished London gallery of the day and in 1972 several of his paintings were included in one of their group shows. At this stage his work <span style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black;">tended to be formal, sober and low key, like his 1971</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"> 'Brigid on the Telephone'</span><span style="color: black;"> which he said paraphrased Vermeer's </span><span style="color: black;"><b>‘Woman in Blue Reading a Letter’ </b>and was </span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black;">a</span><span style="color: black;"> clear distance between himself from the sensational values of the commercial world he was leaving behind. </span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0drf2EWpEdU8McUz4x2Qzhf-4fN7NzgRu38bGt1v976kcBnG0qrd0YxTm9Azj3rN-I80c3Eb-naG6XppfXHOO7SMbtE2Sd0AYTMtqNA7fVgUIuwsz2NmJAk1K2ksMSQxliV7wL56XYcPOh5KB8L5vH_OGozIjOg-uRV1PPUA6r0hBHfzuwvwZcQor9s/s274/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="274" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0drf2EWpEdU8McUz4x2Qzhf-4fN7NzgRu38bGt1v976kcBnG0qrd0YxTm9Azj3rN-I80c3Eb-naG6XppfXHOO7SMbtE2Sd0AYTMtqNA7fVgUIuwsz2NmJAk1K2ksMSQxliV7wL56XYcPOh5KB8L5vH_OGozIjOg-uRV1PPUA6r0hBHfzuwvwZcQor9s/w211-h141/download%20(9).jpg" width="211" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tUffqhI1P6IDhHuFzIQ3OZ4YHN6Jhe-5cLmQWzCG0-0omMtFUXh0s8s4_514w-glUeM6PBU-tt2vB32M3tERi8Q8rWEjDpwup0TR94-ercI_lXG1FFeJUEfHZXwp2r2x-HH1GHW5HkBERKOsBQ9PVWiT4rwd_kLwGBvPE3YFF1kvfNKl96yWjhuZLoo/s1400/ml-ep-056.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1391" data-original-width="1400" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tUffqhI1P6IDhHuFzIQ3OZ4YHN6Jhe-5cLmQWzCG0-0omMtFUXh0s8s4_514w-glUeM6PBU-tt2vB32M3tERi8Q8rWEjDpwup0TR94-ercI_lXG1FFeJUEfHZXwp2r2x-HH1GHW5HkBERKOsBQ9PVWiT4rwd_kLwGBvPE3YFF1kvfNKl96yWjhuZLoo/w178-h177/ml-ep-056.jpg" width="178" /></span></a><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">In 1974 the Gallery gave him first 'One Man Show' and after that he gradually left illustration behind and <b><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">b</span></span></b><b><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">y degrees his work became more animated and colourful. In his 1977, </span><span style="color: black;">'Afternoon of the Kites'</span><span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a crowd of people are seen flying kites under a thundery sky which, Michael said, </span><i><span style="color: #990000;">"S</span></i></span></span></b><b><i><span><span style="color: #990000;">hares thematic and formal ties with Seurat’s </span>‘La Grande Jatte’<span style="color: #990000;">"</span></span></i></b><b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> </span></span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">In 1978-79, across the street from his studio, Michael said :<span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "Men worked with unconscious grace against a grid of scaffolding and sky and this led me to paint several highly structured pictures such as</span><i style="font-weight: bold;"> 'Scaffolders', 'Passage of Arms' </i><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">and</span><i style="font-weight: bold;"> 'Up on the Roof'".</i></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Typically, this featured selected frames from his contact strips together with some of the working prints derived from them. A tracing showed elements of the composition in outline while a colour study indicated tone and colour and his colour mixes for use in the painting’s later stages appeared like a ‘medal ribbon’ at the base of the collage. </span></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiO_w8FAiV5hvkSA97C8y5QKyEYNYjv6Isov-iBi3ebvZstKQJgVXnZy9SDJFyTB1RBQkkir-6lCczW3q5nz-vS9nA2BrMy0Ih0XsM-ZEVhKyK604RAp5lQ52uE0l0AzKHVdDbmCphr4KWEiCXccfJduVPB8P3BOTrBCQoS2AcbeisL46ba9nYwSZ1MhQ/s1400/ml-cc-004.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="946" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiO_w8FAiV5hvkSA97C8y5QKyEYNYjv6Isov-iBi3ebvZstKQJgVXnZy9SDJFyTB1RBQkkir-6lCczW3q5nz-vS9nA2BrMy0Ih0XsM-ZEVhKyK604RAp5lQ52uE0l0AzKHVdDbmCphr4KWEiCXccfJduVPB8P3BOTrBCQoS2AcbeisL46ba9nYwSZ1MhQ/w118-h174/ml-cc-004.jpg" width="118" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUIs_xGcL4UBJdKDb2ZxRHaFL3LUG-v0h_YQFi0DcFxGmOv557pgLaDhwHGZvO9tRhAnHBS2vYauK0SGYDG8t4yYQl8wtyJv8StaU6_kND3cpup-JK5vUmBrV5guFRvyWXdZ_5tM4WappAQV3WvnFB63C5ghGZqew6Zbx1UslM3317vmLObOen-ZpqJ4/s1400/ml-cc-003.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1376" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUIs_xGcL4UBJdKDb2ZxRHaFL3LUG-v0h_YQFi0DcFxGmOv557pgLaDhwHGZvO9tRhAnHBS2vYauK0SGYDG8t4yYQl8wtyJv8StaU6_kND3cpup-JK5vUmBrV5guFRvyWXdZ_5tM4WappAQV3WvnFB63C5ghGZqew6Zbx1UslM3317vmLObOen-ZpqJ4/w184-h188/ml-cc-003.jpg" width="184" /></span></a></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">He said to give it some presence as an object, he presented the collage in a shallow box and treated some of his less complex compositions like</span><b style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> 'The Illustrated Man' </b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">1979 and </span><b style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">'Stooping Bather'</b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> in 1980 in the same way.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kwjQKacT1Z2x_Yf1F90KlteekZpJtb4a9I-D4l7EtK9Uys5ePuRi7oZKahcWIqDnG5G444hmkzQL-uVnf8XnbFx6UgJ_EnHBtXf3ynEstFSE742OXREQMb4mujGSwuPiGCR1i71inXyE2Yok2WamHTEl_Amf94qYNHjK_Le18Lz46nXG4IhWEPYYasQ/s270/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="187" height="88" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kwjQKacT1Z2x_Yf1F90KlteekZpJtb4a9I-D4l7EtK9Uys5ePuRi7oZKahcWIqDnG5G444hmkzQL-uVnf8XnbFx6UgJ_EnHBtXf3ynEstFSE742OXREQMb4mujGSwuPiGCR1i71inXyE2Yok2WamHTEl_Amf94qYNHjK_Le18Lz46nXG4IhWEPYYasQ/w60-h88/download%20(10).jpg" width="60" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Michael's friend Viv Lawrence has said that :<span style="color: #0b5394; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "Like many gay men of his generation Michael delighted in the changes in law and in attitudes towards same-sex relationships. His tender and affectionate drawings were used in Edmund White’s groundbreaking book The Joy of Gay Sex in 1977". </span><span>Michael himself said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Mitchell Beazley enlisted my help with their next project, a gay counterpart to Alex Comfort’s 'The Joy of Sex'. The world was a very different place in the mid seventies - the gay revolution was still in its early days and the spectre of AIDS had yet to fully reveal itself. To a diffident gay man like myself, it seemed the perfect moment for such a book".</i></b></span></span><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnM0LfZB5z9lkTMXUkZy9JKVXpKhjF2A4ZcJ098rgSo5U9fMFNIBJLGSM3Dt9HB3IAoAy5jl5mIXkl5_qkBWKDlKOXwCpVTgZKwEPUbsRzJ66WoOw84Od_KHf06fyayIH0j1L7n9NeSL5cGA616XdDBZRL55pkACOi1l_BZwugeMpXyDgdCNwq38IcU0/s550/ml-ea-066.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="435" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnM0LfZB5z9lkTMXUkZy9JKVXpKhjF2A4ZcJ098rgSo5U9fMFNIBJLGSM3Dt9HB3IAoAy5jl5mIXkl5_qkBWKDlKOXwCpVTgZKwEPUbsRzJ66WoOw84Od_KHf06fyayIH0j1L7n9NeSL5cGA616XdDBZRL55pkACOi1l_BZwugeMpXyDgdCNwq38IcU0/w83-h105/ml-ea-066.jpg" width="83" /></span></a><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">In 1975 he was commissioned by the Sunday Times Magazine to paint the Ugandan dictator <b>Idi Amin. </b>Michael said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">" </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">In December 1975, my cover portrait depicted Idi Amin Dada, the Ugandan dictator, resplendent in garter robes with a chest full of dodgy medals. A satirical feature in the magazine linked topical news stories of the day with well known paintings, in Idi Amin’s case, Pietro Annigoni’s 1950’s portrait of H. M. The Queen".</span></i></b></span></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpRomDbhiL5qoX3NhKV-Q9ZUadeOmh2HIgCE8PQl9VS99AYMVYtCkYwgfOShpp_2yvXwLjsWek633OCwa8gQzZfibboE0PzIZcbJ5S_nJPtjL4AAfj3o1RWc405OoRm8S7Y3kSy-vGl7ztIxxltvmA0KVtTidt3Co9G0Gdksv4Se2WLy9yt5ExkYY9j4/s550/ml-ea-067%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="450" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpRomDbhiL5qoX3NhKV-Q9ZUadeOmh2HIgCE8PQl9VS99AYMVYtCkYwgfOShpp_2yvXwLjsWek633OCwa8gQzZfibboE0PzIZcbJ5S_nJPtjL4AAfj3o1RWc405OoRm8S7Y3kSy-vGl7ztIxxltvmA0KVtTidt3Co9G0Gdksv4Se2WLy9yt5ExkYY9j4/w98-h120/ml-ea-067%20(1).jpg" width="98" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"For a cover in November 1977 I pictured Mick Jagger as Casanova, the 18th Century libertine. The accompanying feature inside identified some of Casanova’s contemporary equivalents and asked: ‘will today’s sex symbols stand the test of time?’"</span></i></b><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i><br /><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D7Hxfbx1XoSKFED_yLZnu_aDomxtJOGlsvWVZgzhbcT6j2VvnwY5Q0reLm6156awK9HcH_LpqzoL-FND405s6ItSmOeA7pCv4l105TONEiGqlOE6L3yKGUZrBw9qyzNb0BbcvhQLsljSq-fh8NCvoU0pxgNJz92E6BLcdQ9z34Fv2eMrE9CVoIfbSKQ/s550/ml-ea-070.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="420" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D7Hxfbx1XoSKFED_yLZnu_aDomxtJOGlsvWVZgzhbcT6j2VvnwY5Q0reLm6156awK9HcH_LpqzoL-FND405s6ItSmOeA7pCv4l105TONEiGqlOE6L3yKGUZrBw9qyzNb0BbcvhQLsljSq-fh8NCvoU0pxgNJz92E6BLcdQ9z34Fv2eMrE9CVoIfbSKQ/w94-h123/ml-ea-070.jpg" width="94" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCE3uI-8gS_9iUhLYKJVV9oIZzhMS1Zp_2FGKRUzgrfF25TtQNKad4LY9cT_35VLTzuoVVbuN8R5tzd9yJ2muvkUQRp1jFyLL3qJlBpOf_LL_xbwUe-1PJK3y-tYimFCcLWPxh-gudQFKMVV2ClXu2VCduEScNSe2Rv0R6dlxDWSG4dCExK44S3c6XGT0/s258/download%20(15).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="196" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCE3uI-8gS_9iUhLYKJVV9oIZzhMS1Zp_2FGKRUzgrfF25TtQNKad4LY9cT_35VLTzuoVVbuN8R5tzd9yJ2muvkUQRp1jFyLL3qJlBpOf_LL_xbwUe-1PJK3y-tYimFCcLWPxh-gudQFKMVV2ClXu2VCduEScNSe2Rv0R6dlxDWSG4dCExK44S3c6XGT0/w97-h128/download%20(15).jpg" width="97" /></a><div><span><br /></span></div>Two years later Michael was commissioned by the American 'Time' </span><span>Magazine to produce portraits of Prime Minister<b> Margaret Thatcher</b> and the British actor <b>Diana Rigg.</b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSITz2dwuVKSSD_rhFd2KkHcgR3J3kW-c5M6hfgI9W0sOZ2GjJapb3b_GvsxbatSM82oTW924-m0gzDOh94Mijucq4dZ24mK8FTaTYfzsXlOyMe21_jX3GQu2IhtKu3lqHRy3J-8xIqA1xMKnExHWggXxGY7kxfv2OZKkOZsx7q08EihFgmgsORmFw68/s260/download%20(16).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="194" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSITz2dwuVKSSD_rhFd2KkHcgR3J3kW-c5M6hfgI9W0sOZ2GjJapb3b_GvsxbatSM82oTW924-m0gzDOh94Mijucq4dZ24mK8FTaTYfzsXlOyMe21_jX3GQu2IhtKu3lqHRy3J-8xIqA1xMKnExHWggXxGY7kxfv2OZKkOZsx7q08EihFgmgsORmFw68/w156-h210/download%20(16).jpg" width="156" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLqPHCxCQQg60jiKbWyqVNGJ1LypRtX-3ICzcGtlK2B4hMSaG_w3pZjH0rKNlq2RCzRYS3FtLQNWBo4SyeEYDhnyOwCOSETkNdyMziKrc56hs78k4kPXaBW0iDtYf0qd6_E1hMDNp4yW_2pmA3qw1B1nX0Vd1tfCbdaV86Yp_KGSqBzsXO8ZjLhMJ8lQ/s550/ml-ea-071.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="457" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLqPHCxCQQg60jiKbWyqVNGJ1LypRtX-3ICzcGtlK2B4hMSaG_w3pZjH0rKNlq2RCzRYS3FtLQNWBo4SyeEYDhnyOwCOSETkNdyMziKrc56hs78k4kPXaBW0iDtYf0qd6_E1hMDNp4yW_2pmA3qw1B1nX0Vd1tfCbdaV86Yp_KGSqBzsXO8ZjLhMJ8lQ/w175-h209/ml-ea-071.jpg" width="175" /></a><span><div><span>He gained a further commissions for the cover of the 'Sunday Times </span><span>Magazine' of Mrs Thatcher, to mark her first year in office in 1980. He was apparently inspired by the Ingres painting of Joan of Arc. </span>He produced his representation of the American Billionaire, John Paul Getty in 1983.</div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="444" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxkOFGTAucpitTrNcNoIPPCB-4w7m4Rh_YQcMVDqO5JDPTyhjPTSxPa37rAsUbGFQJk9x0awKpZ5qhfoeWo_iRdkwecjxARyBBV2e0HH1jcNHLfEc73QurQHPR9ZwQ0Qk_wpKyK3HOrfm_KqE05gh6bZxA9d7xH2rds4oeda1BN_tB5zK5-n08nn7mow/w170-h211/ml-ea-072.jpg" width="170" /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div><br /></div></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsV0gqPC9MFZ5zjJla7z6TFf-iYbmeHRjtSTnzEwzluqfoJG8r6zfm9sGqWbL446vtryDFp5lT2fo-fgtmvJ11gs5g6WMmpFDf4xJn-Z_vxswFOY2vKS9H6sUM9E0wdB0JMgHf6V6KjV2ZQgHSZ76_VDalFCBnhATL1sya2w-nR2BYjGYFypgmS7pwy5Q/s325/Queen-Elizabeth-II.webp" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="258" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsV0gqPC9MFZ5zjJla7z6TFf-iYbmeHRjtSTnzEwzluqfoJG8r6zfm9sGqWbL446vtryDFp5lT2fo-fgtmvJ11gs5g6WMmpFDf4xJn-Z_vxswFOY2vKS9H6sUM9E0wdB0JMgHf6V6KjV2ZQgHSZ76_VDalFCBnhATL1sya2w-nR2BYjGYFypgmS7pwy5Q/w140-h176/Queen-Elizabeth-II.webp" width="140" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">He was fifty-two when, in 1985, 'Reader’s Digest' commissioned him to paint</span><span style="color: black;"> a portrait of H.M. Queen Elizabeth II</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> in honour of her sixtieth birthday and it is now in the National Portrait Gallery’s permanent collection. </span></span></b>He said he was surprised to be asked to paint the and his first reaction was <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“No”</span></i></b>. Upon reflection, he agreed, if she would accept his terms :<i><b><span style="color: #990000;"> 'No regalia, informal dress and with one of her dogs' </span></b></i>and to his surprise she agreed. He resisted all subsequent attempts to draw him in as a 'society painter' and returned to producing the paintings he wanted to make. His friend, <span><span><span>Sir </span>Roy Strong said of Michael :<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"> "It is a rare artist who can cite on his curriculum not only one of the best portraits of the Queen but also some illustrations for the Joy of Gay Sex".</span></i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi773QnN8WR3efXAhw_tZtZgTr6ozMbjNyH49uFcEzFHoPrWwm9JQtFWVSWB5x5wHR1c8B7qzHUclATcbf9aGnDr1ngFmRRwdtO6hbKFS_BWbUEi6XYdPqeaYLbGvRFSDPMFLlA-31OOwCoxpd3ycxqIUYOwlFbTxjiZ29I4-uf3gToTFHXqh4zDzG2BzU/s500/double_portrait%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="500" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi773QnN8WR3efXAhw_tZtZgTr6ozMbjNyH49uFcEzFHoPrWwm9JQtFWVSWB5x5wHR1c8B7qzHUclATcbf9aGnDr1ngFmRRwdtO6hbKFS_BWbUEi6XYdPqeaYLbGvRFSDPMFLlA-31OOwCoxpd3ycxqIUYOwlFbTxjiZ29I4-uf3gToTFHXqh4zDzG2BzU/w108-h107/double_portrait%20(1).jpg" width="108" /></span></a></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsWSMUlUC_nIBamkpVTat8dPz7EgOwaPe0u-xJoH7oeIS6Wz65Fq3xFfQNDFdJaou7fxsljYuehCAe6Zn1IcJi33fFiq4wMCO0miL9qLCCp2UBOHzdAn7ZUVFLK2mFHj9XG_re7npkXhrKFYZgzkJQX-lkHnFNFF1iuNo7xC5fVPpbsz1eThO01wuL-U/s550/ml-ep-098.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="509" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsWSMUlUC_nIBamkpVTat8dPz7EgOwaPe0u-xJoH7oeIS6Wz65Fq3xFfQNDFdJaou7fxsljYuehCAe6Zn1IcJi33fFiq4wMCO0miL9qLCCp2UBOHzdAn7ZUVFLK2mFHj9XG_re7npkXhrKFYZgzkJQX-lkHnFNFF1iuNo7xC5fVPpbsz1eThO01wuL-U/w113-h122/ml-ep-098.jpg" width="113" /></span></a><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The people in his pictures were usually friends who were kind enough to model<b><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> for him, but he also painted portraits to commission and among</span></span></b><b><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> his subjects were in 1983 the writer, poet, art critic, curator and broadcaster, </span></span></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"></span><span style="color: black;">Edward</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> </span></span></b><b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black;">Lucie-Smith</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> and in </span></span></b><b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">1987 the theatre director, </span></span></b><b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black;">Adrian Ward Jackson. </span></span></b></span></span></div></div><div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EVGRqi3AY_UBPJZL88JIumcpN01O502VA2HcyWhh4MElPxC2aNbqeMca2SPz0wxJmoecYU3n1_YFMTrddBX9eD7mJPIFc0vEM2BWXzR6VThZrLb8fcSmWIS7HPC5Uj7-6PZ2UESrJAuWXTGqAqD0N-ZdrVhsThdL4naP0bmlqTm0IZVpl12osNYyskw/s550/ml-ep-111.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="520" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EVGRqi3AY_UBPJZL88JIumcpN01O502VA2HcyWhh4MElPxC2aNbqeMca2SPz0wxJmoecYU3n1_YFMTrddBX9eD7mJPIFc0vEM2BWXzR6VThZrLb8fcSmWIS7HPC5Uj7-6PZ2UESrJAuWXTGqAqD0N-ZdrVhsThdL4naP0bmlqTm0IZVpl12osNYyskw/w116-h122/ml-ep-111.jpg" width="116" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">In Michael's work <b style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">the male nude was a recurring theme. His figures were usually on the move or in a state of transition, but even when they are at rest, dynamism was provided by the design of the picture. This can be seen in</span><span style="color: black;"> 'Vanitas',</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> his sleeping man cradling a skull. </span><span style="color: black;">'Watermelons', </span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">his torso as part of a tableau with fruit and in </span><span style="color: black;">'Pomegranate Man'.</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;"> Almost all his paintings of the nude were based on drawings which, besides being preparatory studies, were ends in themselves. </span></span></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b style="color: #990000;"></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipoGxUMo6kaM3hrEnqUff5H-C-gTyBrNELwPCnwMhjykAmZ9vt8SXKdTcUOOWoAeDffb23_0uArars5E7GjNrfknTfkOCClg_8VAXiFOZ1CkJuoW3THJ_eybuIPRmS1drC6d3vbLD8-0xY1fCOk5uPFHIFj442NmNAawv3TqUvAT61nIoZV6TAR_E52Xo/s250/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: right; 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color: #990000; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="640" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uqe3kR_idVUsej53IeYy3zsPOojevzkwoZ-8kCXZl5upNPrp0Fhe-2iZniVBER3gGnThsQ8fcJ81A4YoMmckTX2w3BTQn93e3pylTnaIwcP2L6h-wXNagK36hl3BI2b8e4wL1oPT7xy_AIoXyqk5GHb8qJC7X0xS-UFFtWvud8Zfpmsk2sDATWBbtss/w101-h84/The_dead_Christ_and_three_mourners,_by_Andrea_Mantegna.jpg" width="101" /></a><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Michael said :<span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "The torso in Watermelons 1991 is based on the recumbent </span></span></span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">statue of a Roman river god while the drowsy figure in Vanitas 1991 echoes the foreshortened perspective of Mantegna’s 'Dead Christ' ". </span></i></b></div></span></span></div><p></p><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The photographer</span></b></div><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">When he was a students at </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">St Martin’s School of Art and for a short time afterwards, as a professional illustrator, Michael worked from either life or his imagination and, with deadlines to meet, found that the camera provided him with the basic information he needed. When he transferred to the life as a painter his own photographers were a primary reference. Then, more often that not, he </span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">did further drawings and colour studies before embarking on the painting itself.</span></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">He said he processed a film for the first time when he was 34 years old in 1967 : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Passing it nervously from hand to hand through some developing fluid in a darkened room". </span>Many of his early films were severely overdeveloped, but he soon discovered that dense black negatives subjected to long exposure, could result in prints, which he said were : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"As seductively grainy as Seurat drawings".</span> </span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zNVH25T1FMn1cdznTmQ34AOJ-VuTZYPfQAoc3dkgF7B5bzCbHDDpv8JzSjbDAj227_pDoEd1LgRQEpMX-KIXGbgcAwrzNPj6Ug-RSdVUba-cqXYPZ-N9Ju5LjhakgccytPSflcmKyIOz_xLX2VHBFBn71CO2Zla6k03fPuZOeDbh5YPDgFHtQDefaLk/s280/ml-pp-001%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="223" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zNVH25T1FMn1cdznTmQ34AOJ-VuTZYPfQAoc3dkgF7B5bzCbHDDpv8JzSjbDAj227_pDoEd1LgRQEpMX-KIXGbgcAwrzNPj6Ug-RSdVUba-cqXYPZ-N9Ju5LjhakgccytPSflcmKyIOz_xLX2VHBFBn71CO2Zla6k03fPuZOeDbh5YPDgFHtQDefaLk/w78-h98/ml-pp-001%20(1).jpg" width="78" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">He said his photographs of<b> Desmond Heeley,</b> the theatre designer, draped in a linen table cloth, made him look like a biblical prophet in a sandstorm, which was, in fact, the plain white wall of his studio. </span></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">The first five pictures were lit by a single 100 watt bulb and all the others, apart from a few shots taken out of doors, were lit by a patch of bright cloud at the window.</span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4aKwSLVqZEv6ogb0v1ZE_ia2gTtXLFZs7HvZlz7kwQC_6hSwunrrg_sTNYr12FNRaIcL0Kwu5R1UxJ80uNDbo2gQMGNSN37ZH-HCCbwONomtR4PJ0FVrCLw2pl7MWnujp_aqJMi9xaVihmhcNpETcZxvb1GaLpzS-HEbLENNzBaku7gUokVTwO4QMMc/s280/ml-pp-009%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="224" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4aKwSLVqZEv6ogb0v1ZE_ia2gTtXLFZs7HvZlz7kwQC_6hSwunrrg_sTNYr12FNRaIcL0Kwu5R1UxJ80uNDbo2gQMGNSN37ZH-HCCbwONomtR4PJ0FVrCLw2pl7MWnujp_aqJMi9xaVihmhcNpETcZxvb1GaLpzS-HEbLENNzBaku7gUokVTwO4QMMc/w164-h206/ml-pp-009%20(1).jpg" width="164" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3FGQxqn1PcjOkA_J7esmr-G9PZstnmRY5sYJuOKWStaMjfBPngqHXxtFUh53Pmvf5Jp7j9a1oPTgbhqA5X1rAExH49X1XW2VafcZI6_YhJc-SMpO7FBsuJTPh2yZ9ucTkaUbKyIRq923pT117JKfl7qiv12jk0xXuWTnBcdYwdSB743haLVo1Xcyrh8/s280/ml-pp-011.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="224" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3FGQxqn1PcjOkA_J7esmr-G9PZstnmRY5sYJuOKWStaMjfBPngqHXxtFUh53Pmvf5Jp7j9a1oPTgbhqA5X1rAExH49X1XW2VafcZI6_YhJc-SMpO7FBsuJTPh2yZ9ucTkaUbKyIRq923pT117JKfl7qiv12jk0xXuWTnBcdYwdSB743haLVo1Xcyrh8/w160-h200/ml-pp-011.jpg" width="160" /></a></span>It was through Desmond that he got to know two of his fellow designers, <b>Tanya Moiseiwitch </b>and <b>Anthony Powell</b> whose costume designs had won him three Oscars. </span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">He recalled :<i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> "One day when all of us were together at Anthony’s house he raided his unique collection of authentic period clothes to transform Tanya, first into an Edwardian ‘Grande Dame’, then a sophisticated woman of the thirties and finally, a stylish, forties heiress. Fortunately I had my camera with me".</i></span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlnDbecEBgzxpogB_p3iDsrn_SLHBATN8xRrzos0_lbWzhT_7fv0I6GJaXt54RX19Z79PMgQ1_s-I1JrCzaSRyYUfr0pk1EpQPF3hzQ4V1mgIxdaK58PutWCK3nBDgSuzm5gjDhf_ot29BBPMq9oPlgzb52CixRRbzNhoP7HOhHvd1HZLH_nM8azR4rw/s1400/ml-pp-016.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1120" height="81" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlnDbecEBgzxpogB_p3iDsrn_SLHBATN8xRrzos0_lbWzhT_7fv0I6GJaXt54RX19Z79PMgQ1_s-I1JrCzaSRyYUfr0pk1EpQPF3hzQ4V1mgIxdaK58PutWCK3nBDgSuzm5gjDhf_ot29BBPMq9oPlgzb52CixRRbzNhoP7HOhHvd1HZLH_nM8azR4rw/w64-h81/ml-pp-016.jpg" width="64" /></span></a></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>In his home his </span><span>photo sessions had largely depended on improvisation. He said that to make the most of<b> Hugo Clarkson</b>’s aristocratic profile, he had dressed him in a borrowed ruff, a small Turkish carpet, some junk jewellery and his grandfather’s pocket watch. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jmRiZSRuB9S8AWrFUkcUtlrZciNBBpfoAvllWsLP3kSop_IcFfckdjtV3lM9W2ex8UfaiC6gTtE20Pn3eN_J51gaO_5kTomGQT5gSH8AO-CFn719nZAfDAoBjZzdQkETaIXtdrsGWyg4wiR8xvwPQhkju41WFSnMCyeimMBH3Hl5s7BVRhrztSPfTtY/s280/ml-pp-018.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="224" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jmRiZSRuB9S8AWrFUkcUtlrZciNBBpfoAvllWsLP3kSop_IcFfckdjtV3lM9W2ex8UfaiC6gTtE20Pn3eN_J51gaO_5kTomGQT5gSH8AO-CFn719nZAfDAoBjZzdQkETaIXtdrsGWyg4wiR8xvwPQhkju41WFSnMCyeimMBH3Hl5s7BVRhrztSPfTtY/w90-h113/ml-pp-018.jpg" width="90" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>He said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"After helping me put this look together David Walker, another designer friend, had used the same ruff to nudge me into the sixteenth century as well. These enjoyable sessions gave me a real feel for period. This proved particularly useful some years later, when I embarked on my ‘Portraits in Time’- a set of drawings that pitched a number of my contemporaries back through time to an earlier age".</i></span><span> </span></span><p></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyPMvBuSmLprtDfB5VfkQ4kBSXXY9ghiIYaTDFjknakTYlMY-Zgb5PVtWzS5zh-4LDdD6LoKn-GT25Fi1QXEhlBb0h9b0pJwmJS7wffJkif1yQ1Mnaov_WM30vrrI5cKCInhEnFL0l042o62TmjRLwOxJ0a3R0ut3PlsSm9wCemLzd1_Bg1wGp7YFNLw/s1400/ml-pp-023.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1121" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyPMvBuSmLprtDfB5VfkQ4kBSXXY9ghiIYaTDFjknakTYlMY-Zgb5PVtWzS5zh-4LDdD6LoKn-GT25Fi1QXEhlBb0h9b0pJwmJS7wffJkif1yQ1Mnaov_WM30vrrI5cKCInhEnFL0l042o62TmjRLwOxJ0a3R0ut3PlsSm9wCemLzd1_Bg1wGp7YFNLw/w123-h153/ml-pp-023.jpg" width="123" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDaxTk_tN34uMdpF9SaDdqjKEnlRYRqROSsXi3a9cqjHenbAWHA4-WRJA7FETpWWojrQA6KQSUxpZ4nW5rH8SI3ptabeRD9BUlV4cByJbVSNntMy_uUVlMNXgBpS8em5M8pLXzt70MKzQTrX7EHQXG7zG_Ufm1qSo9UmPONZPJVwuo1zJP-llxHRcMjI/s1400/ml-pp-022.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1120" data-original-width="1400" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDaxTk_tN34uMdpF9SaDdqjKEnlRYRqROSsXi3a9cqjHenbAWHA4-WRJA7FETpWWojrQA6KQSUxpZ4nW5rH8SI3ptabeRD9BUlV4cByJbVSNntMy_uUVlMNXgBpS8em5M8pLXzt70MKzQTrX7EHQXG7zG_Ufm1qSo9UmPONZPJVwuo1zJP-llxHRcMjI/w190-h152/ml-pp-022.jpg" width="190" /></a>He said he often encouraged his subjects to act a part rather than expecting them to just be themselves in front of the camera and paradoxically, this helped them to relax. This helped <b>William Pierce</b> become Pan with vine leaves in his hair and horns made out of taped-up pipe cleaners and <b>Geoffrey Rogers </b>assume the character of an inmate of Bedlam. </span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9CFHLRRkhrGf3vilYCEYEMvy9kl-kLfxVU__llvG9fvPIYFq9cJUd6TNeRaH4dYuUbWYvWGzyWTLp-EO4sHa7irijBKbcLEm01ZUoZvejoTy_yCDXCse9WFBVQULAHZpPlLIK8fo-UuL4rrI5GYwHVaUucYccfTebdWbNhlyJh_l5bNH_wzq97CpYs0/s261/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="193" height="102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9CFHLRRkhrGf3vilYCEYEMvy9kl-kLfxVU__llvG9fvPIYFq9cJUd6TNeRaH4dYuUbWYvWGzyWTLp-EO4sHa7irijBKbcLEm01ZUoZvejoTy_yCDXCse9WFBVQULAHZpPlLIK8fo-UuL4rrI5GYwHVaUucYccfTebdWbNhlyJh_l5bNH_wzq97CpYs0/w75-h102/download%20(13).jpg" width="75" /></a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-family: times; 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display: inline; float: right; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="252" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0nhFzRZ87hGsVGCqCbTMLcApbjeY6hVz6_KT3yJ0Oa3DuEe2w9WW58jutQ0IJzIXCkEx2kTE-ISejo0QZqTKxKK5crbpTkgKLaqT6GeleY9HRprAgxyMNank3NnbiS6HxT5ig3o5qwbAahi5z4RgZWpbtLuOiSAEgTXUzAVi0Oefl9-mHuIKwZn8VCY/w115-h91/download%20(14).jpg" width="115" /></a></p><b>Michael Stennett, </b>wrapped in a blanket, became a doppelgånger for the Austrian impressionist painter, Egon Schiele. <p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoAx1LbSNBIbP26DLlN2h_6agrV2lhH5U2swrMetoPEDiNWUWQtougesGRLmr8qVNs4l6UmFqVmifBMfsn57R03hb5eOTT3npFwY3RNNPCdJL2q3FaondQXVO4S4mzchA4PkVNtQBFeZJVwlM7lRuLLmi2dZ6ZseVXbgUbCgxZevF_FEovtf9kFlSHiA/s1400/ml-pp-028%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1120" data-original-width="1400" height="88" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoAx1LbSNBIbP26DLlN2h_6agrV2lhH5U2swrMetoPEDiNWUWQtougesGRLmr8qVNs4l6UmFqVmifBMfsn57R03hb5eOTT3npFwY3RNNPCdJL2q3FaondQXVO4S4mzchA4PkVNtQBFeZJVwlM7lRuLLmi2dZ6ZseVXbgUbCgxZevF_FEovtf9kFlSHiA/w110-h88/ml-pp-028%20(1).jpg" width="110" /></a></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Ian Judge</b>, also wrapped in a blanket, evoked the face of death in Ingmar Bergman’s film 'The Seventh Seal'.</p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p></span></span><p></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFw9KoVYIsgGb7oMxbOKg1KsLJ7h3vdYWflea_Dkuog3f4fX8tklsyxxexbqvEjSBerpDiEFz6O6b__8rU_TbHRlrST81NPL60NEbUFwqS-5SCUa-XWExhpDofV8TpjbWPwTCN0dIL7C6YcMKebOMBZQCd8jSOmq0OytelYj_GZi_7bD514ZMxheg2aCU/s279/ml-pp-054.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="264" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFw9KoVYIsgGb7oMxbOKg1KsLJ7h3vdYWflea_Dkuog3f4fX8tklsyxxexbqvEjSBerpDiEFz6O6b__8rU_TbHRlrST81NPL60NEbUFwqS-5SCUa-XWExhpDofV8TpjbWPwTCN0dIL7C6YcMKebOMBZQCd8jSOmq0OytelYj_GZi_7bD514ZMxheg2aCU/w109-h115/ml-pp-054.jpg" width="109" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><span>In addition. he invariably I took his camera with him when visiting ‘out of town’ friends. He called in on <b>Roy Strong </b></span></span><span><b>and Julia Trevelyan-Oman</b> at their Regency cottage in Brighton, shortly after their surprise elopement in September 1971 and was among the first to reveal them as blissfully happy newlyweds. Two years later Roy </span><span>would become, at the age of 38, the youngest Director of the Victoria and Albert Museum. </span></span><p></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfNhe8DwepUlBCe8JI2SIcEOMsgelIjXNKamcS-YUU8wtW1rAze4bnix5DOV4kZFiI_Hlu0xl-tTXAohkRPTK1xs1OfRd5UReM8U93PCmtEd7X1OjN3tnWBR5rcHUhudVZ9Zq4MdDawkzzhfUzpZuVB55ma3alFe7Q2yuFetXVP-WFnXkgJ0tgi_mRxY/s245/ml-pp-058.jpg" style="clear: right; color: #990000; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="196" data-original-width="245" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfNhe8DwepUlBCe8JI2SIcEOMsgelIjXNKamcS-YUU8wtW1rAze4bnix5DOV4kZFiI_Hlu0xl-tTXAohkRPTK1xs1OfRd5UReM8U93PCmtEd7X1OjN3tnWBR5rcHUhudVZ9Zq4MdDawkzzhfUzpZuVB55ma3alFe7Q2yuFetXVP-WFnXkgJ0tgi_mRxY/w177-h141/ml-pp-058.jpg" width="177" /></a></div>Michael said : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTbzUoOAWiSFaVXVr1M26TOVYX94FrB11fCHPStchK8kfz7oVjNdgJurSEkxJ-d1pedeL9osGQOPvUBupz5MiXHPWCRHKw2ECMGAHaN4aAOzuXHHKpOiZ0sxf6Dg5-Gi51Dz4j1bpiPru2DNFsoTti4yBoOGFB9fWwQ_k-7piRSx63WdXF-4L_CxXZMzs" style="clear: left; color: #990000; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="101" data-original-width="81" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTbzUoOAWiSFaVXVr1M26TOVYX94FrB11fCHPStchK8kfz7oVjNdgJurSEkxJ-d1pedeL9osGQOPvUBupz5MiXHPWCRHKw2ECMGAHaN4aAOzuXHHKpOiZ0sxf6Dg5-Gi51Dz4j1bpiPru2DNFsoTti4yBoOGFB9fWwQ_k-7piRSx63WdXF-4L_CxXZMzs=w120-h150" width="120" /></a>"Over time, my photographs became somewhat less coarse grained and </span></span></span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">took on a more documentary tone. Astrid Zydower, the sculptor and Yolanda Sonnabend, the theatre designer, sat for me in the context of their studios".</span></i></b></span></div><p></p><p><b style="color: #990000;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></i></b></p><p><b style="color: #990000;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2v8pyg-sfylyGcfGLQuzSgdPopin0mWnBbtau5_isMvblG92V5Tu1N0S6nomJnHcJ_fuNy_BFzOdNbm8hSW0Q-quZXBn5NDj-y6gWZiCURprPzCorGkrO6uk5N1oUZhVelY3Cb2w7yKtQe_2707L3IRhM8IorUKjk6IWzJRMOKGGONCZgHnwXH7vnFo/s342/shopping.webp" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="228" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2v8pyg-sfylyGcfGLQuzSgdPopin0mWnBbtau5_isMvblG92V5Tu1N0S6nomJnHcJ_fuNy_BFzOdNbm8hSW0Q-quZXBn5NDj-y6gWZiCURprPzCorGkrO6uk5N1oUZhVelY3Cb2w7yKtQe_2707L3IRhM8IorUKjk6IWzJRMOKGGONCZgHnwXH7vnFo/w99-h148/shopping.webp" width="99" /></a></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvRyV3FNBiNF-SPZbtWzWS-2S4-bV20BqNfKkX8MUW5d_5hMXDv2AfCIZgjSeSSdTUIMDwBoaW2AXAbbJMqpmXBKeGdTabYCAxVecw_9cC-rh_Nm89i0Es-e9__CZyXP-E7BXtqZiGvN2HGvqqdlqgvHk45JvkYngy0MBSiLVdHY69I6Qi4EsJwviL77s" style="clear: left; color: #990000; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="78" data-original-width="98" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvRyV3FNBiNF-SPZbtWzWS-2S4-bV20BqNfKkX8MUW5d_5hMXDv2AfCIZgjSeSSdTUIMDwBoaW2AXAbbJMqpmXBKeGdTabYCAxVecw_9cC-rh_Nm89i0Es-e9__CZyXP-E7BXtqZiGvN2HGvqqdlqgvHk45JvkYngy0MBSiLVdHY69I6Qi4EsJwviL77s=w183-h146" width="183" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">Michael said that Paul Harbutt, the painter with his family </span><span style="font-size: medium;">around him, posed within the confines of a large picture frame and </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Jim Farrell, the Booker Prize winning novelist, was wary of the camera lens, but seemed remarkably at ease in front of Michael. He said that he sadly met his death in an accident only a month or two after their photo session and Lavinia Graecen, his biographer, featured several one of his pictures on the cover of her book, ‘J.G.Farrell: The Making of a Writer’.</span></span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-style: italic;"><i><span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></span></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-style: italic;"><i><span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Rp-UcxFjsW-Ao6YBQCyyGtSIGuGADBTNaUYhlCCAZeaf6TcLezkRZhMrOcuaeo3VOL8TdUfc2LvjTYZh9AH56XOomkX36_ap75lrhwRu7jkjjXNCONw7cHIQQnEL3kqVDSepztls6gkYU7bmLYKYpO57NG5DxGU3gashhF6wyzdO36ubDpgaxkW_6a0/s1400/ml-cc-017.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1205" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Rp-UcxFjsW-Ao6YBQCyyGtSIGuGADBTNaUYhlCCAZeaf6TcLezkRZhMrOcuaeo3VOL8TdUfc2LvjTYZh9AH56XOomkX36_ap75lrhwRu7jkjjXNCONw7cHIQQnEL3kqVDSepztls6gkYU7bmLYKYpO57NG5DxGU3gashhF6wyzdO36ubDpgaxkW_6a0/w143-h166/ml-cc-017.jpg" width="143" /></a></span></span></span></i></b></div><b style="font-style: italic;"><i><span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />"W</span><span style="font-size: large;">hile my paintings are largely celebratory, I try </span></span></span></i></b><span><span><b style="font-style: italic;"><i><span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;">to </span></span></span></i></b></span></span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">charge them </span></i></b><b style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">with enough intensity and inner life to persist in the memory"</span></i></b><p></p></div></div></div></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-24772745007587512982023-07-23T04:13:00.025-07:002024-03-14T10:53:57.451-07:00Britain says "Farewell" to our old and revered, Prince of Film Critics, Derek Malcolm<div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3brkwxK2tHqGTpTVqPNZY3uurhYSAN-Q_kBhsmcP3njgQ0KRtSpsTIMra3WFAp-p9qVpstSVjMLfJwdoCUTMQBVJsxIcRYCtjKKZWTjlYaU0iPU5HU3H0D296u_qdeQkXOu7SkDI16WKqmAI2tqoSYj0vf7bsYTFkZLFypusy_rwnYDbZvTiu8Cq6_t0/s225/download.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3brkwxK2tHqGTpTVqPNZY3uurhYSAN-Q_kBhsmcP3njgQ0KRtSpsTIMra3WFAp-p9qVpstSVjMLfJwdoCUTMQBVJsxIcRYCtjKKZWTjlYaU0iPU5HU3H0D296u_qdeQkXOu7SkDI16WKqmAI2tqoSYj0vf7bsYTFkZLFypusy_rwnYDbZvTiu8Cq6_t0/w145-h145/download.jpg" width="145" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Page views : 528</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Derek, who has died at the age of ninety-one was sixty-four and approaching his retirement as the Guardian Film Critic when interviewed in 1996 by the 'British Entertainment Project' <a href="https://historyproject.org.uk/interview/derek-malcolm">(link)</a>. His definition of what makes a good film critic reveals insight into what made him not just a great critic, but arguably one of Britain's greatest.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Derek said : </span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><i><b>"The first thing to be a good film critic is that you have to write well and entertainingly and fast, because of deadlines. Otherwise its just not going to be printed. So you have to be a journalist first and know what you're doing on paper".</b></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>"Secondly you have to know something about your subject and believe in your subject. You have to believe that some of the greatest artists of the twentieth century have been film makers and have to believe some of the greatest geniuses have been film directors. You have believe the cinema is important and capable of doing some good for society as well as just entertaining it". </i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>"Thirdly, you have to know something about the other arts because the cinema is an amalgam of all the other art forms".</i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>"Fourthly, you have to be a decent human being because films are about human beings and their stories, fundamentally, and if you are someone who is not sympathetic to other human beings and their stories, how can you be a very good film critic when you are dealing with those".</i></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>"So it's a hard job being a good critic in the cinema but those are four things you need and now of course is the time when its very difficult to do all those things because, 'A' : you haven't got the space or 'B' : your editor wants something jazzy at all costs and 'C' : they don't believe the cinema is important in that way and 'D' : they don't give a damn whether you're a shit or a decent human being as long as you can write the kind of stuff which they think is trendy".</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * * </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlNFGEcWH60hPEcEodh7-Vj4kpf6PiNSre6nR5CabLg6xG_vhee31_iz1TNEqOoIRn88IHqgiUn5MhFU7bEvmKPAKRk5njcaLlAJUTX_tmUJN3V3hXdCmBxentPZNuuS3XvhSmeqQmO9BAswNTehlohdGkOPMqevFIvZtBj7v_uHSI0FgVuHRlThtOI/s205/mm.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="119" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlNFGEcWH60hPEcEodh7-Vj4kpf6PiNSre6nR5CabLg6xG_vhee31_iz1TNEqOoIRn88IHqgiUn5MhFU7bEvmKPAKRk5njcaLlAJUTX_tmUJN3V3hXdCmBxentPZNuuS3XvhSmeqQmO9BAswNTehlohdGkOPMqevFIvZtBj7v_uHSI0FgVuHRlThtOI/w90-h156/mm.jpg" width="90" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBVWPBjg2gGvhcHTzyC08NBGEXqBeg__Y3ygU6OoYlg6NvTG_mN3f9ru_pqIQG5IT0RbOZD2BFSOetOmlp8VkQPw_aIbM5qnR1ImjK_AXnOu7tDMX-z1ttCMH5XKZwXQAtORVvSAmxNvCG6GGSnQ_YDtQCbgWsozL6rcHuY7Ddx6E4w4wtDzrL1za4xE/s134/51uXRNGYoyL._SX318_BO1,204,203,200_%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="97" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBVWPBjg2gGvhcHTzyC08NBGEXqBeg__Y3ygU6OoYlg6NvTG_mN3f9ru_pqIQG5IT0RbOZD2BFSOetOmlp8VkQPw_aIbM5qnR1ImjK_AXnOu7tDMX-z1ttCMH5XKZwXQAtORVvSAmxNvCG6GGSnQ_YDtQCbgWsozL6rcHuY7Ddx6E4w4wtDzrL1za4xE/w106-h147/51uXRNGYoyL._SX318_BO1,204,203,200_%20(1).jpg" width="106" /></a></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Derek Elliston Michael Malcolm was born the only child of middle-aged <span style="font-size: medium;">parents, <b>Dorothy</b> and <b>Douglas</b> Malcolm in Marylebone in the City of Westminster, West London in the spring of 1932. His father belonged to a wealthy Scottish family with the family wealth based on the jute business and earlier his grandfather's connection to the East India Company. Eighteen years before Derek was born his father had been a lieutenant with the Royal Artillery during the First World War. Derek only partially got the facts right about himself when he said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>I was born in 1932 in a castle in Scotland, to a very rich Scottish family"</i></b>. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">But it is certainly true that he was :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"> <b><i>"Sent for education in England. I think I was educated in a boarding school from the age of four to twenty one when I came out of Oxford University. I had a very privileged kind of upbringing except that my family gradually lost all their money. It was a privileged upbringing which got poorer and poorer and poorer and poorer".</i></b></span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="color: black;">By the time Derek was conceived, his parents were scarcely living together. Douglas went off hunting in Northamptonshire while Dorothy, a fine singer and occasional performer, entertained admirers in London. When once asked </span><b><i>"Is it possible that they continued any kind of physical relationship?" </i></b><span style="color: black;">Derek replied :</span><b style="color: #990000;"><i> "God knows. I've no bloody idea. My mother had admirers, but she wasn't sexually predatory. She just wanted adoration. She had me when she was 42. She used to say : </i></b><span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"Derek, you've ruined my breasts" </span></i></b><span style="color: #990000;"><i>".</i></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43FpK9dZ-yxEXDNFa22pl3jGbpraYnp7CLU-Mpb-e-OgUETF-RTtaE1UfKqF9A5od9ZiI9SiYnEHcUVELWS-uIbrTvcb6o76FkFwHrCt8UeXDKWY6NXwZld13-n-GX8e5u72mZ_LUjmIOron4OS_R7LttoAawg4c4K5fmCG1M_F75IZ2IKb1V0ymvmfo/s279/large%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="181" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43FpK9dZ-yxEXDNFa22pl3jGbpraYnp7CLU-Mpb-e-OgUETF-RTtaE1UfKqF9A5od9ZiI9SiYnEHcUVELWS-uIbrTvcb6o76FkFwHrCt8UeXDKWY6NXwZld13-n-GX8e5u72mZ_LUjmIOron4OS_R7LttoAawg4c4K5fmCG1M_F75IZ2IKb1V0ymvmfo/w112-h173/large%20(1).jpg" width="112" /></a></span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw1unuGIOujbplK555bU9_xJnjwTYLtFASkPCQlGvVoh0gcTmzKHAXvdSfl75AULMY3yNYykFXXRSLJmIlj4PDgj51_sqTkawg0fJZ28kvWADAF6a6-nM4S2yWyg23JPmmK1bVQ7zrmcmPSRx7JOIxCGHPwGoISgnQuXAyV1mLo6O3gJuTZl3CTZbHsQ/s240/large.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="240" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw1unuGIOujbplK555bU9_xJnjwTYLtFASkPCQlGvVoh0gcTmzKHAXvdSfl75AULMY3yNYykFXXRSLJmIlj4PDgj51_sqTkawg0fJZ28kvWADAF6a6-nM4S2yWyg23JPmmK1bVQ7zrmcmPSRx7JOIxCGHPwGoISgnQuXAyV1mLo6O3gJuTZl3CTZbHsQ/w150-h113/large.jpg" width="150" /></a>When he was seven, in 1939, the Second World War had broken out and <span>the following year the family were bombed out in the London Blitz and moved to Bexhill on the Sussex coast which Derek described as :</span><span style="color: #990000;"> <b><i>"A ghastly little seaside town with nothing happening. </i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>As a child I used to go to all three of all three cinemas three times a week during the War"</i></b>. </span><span>At this point the family were not impoverished and lived in their house with a</span><span> family called Manners, with father as butler and his wife and daughter as cook and maid.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKVpVLTRoPp7eCGDyv3N_ma9rNEF7O7I7ZFD56ABBWRLt_Y2RMgScAh5cb2tkF8Rau8QbYWds53BFCcYlYDlkYqH_42xBXkrxW7JjOikysgtFlyR7w-2RrQm_5JO-UnbltStCn3exi6Z2IEzTgPqElfltg_Ge5ZVfXS66yTxcha27ASkEIIPsotTmxlg/s146/51uXRNGYoyL._SX318_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="146" data-original-width="85" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEKVpVLTRoPp7eCGDyv3N_ma9rNEF7O7I7ZFD56ABBWRLt_Y2RMgScAh5cb2tkF8Rau8QbYWds53BFCcYlYDlkYqH_42xBXkrxW7JjOikysgtFlyR7w-2RrQm_5JO-UnbltStCn3exi6Z2IEzTgPqElfltg_Ge5ZVfXS66yTxcha27ASkEIIPsotTmxlg/w112-h193/51uXRNGYoyL._SX318_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" width="112" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1943 he was packed off to Eton to join other sons of the upper middle classes and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I didn't </span></i></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">enjoy public school at all. I was always a sort of Labour supporter and I was bad at sport and very bad at my work, asthmatic, small, miserable and had a dreadful time most of the time till a master at Eton said : </span><span style="color: #38761d;">"There's something about this guy. He can write".</span></i></b><i> <span style="color: #990000;"><b>I</b><b>t was that one master that gave me the confidence to get me afloat. I suppose having a fairly unhappy home. life going to school wasn't so awful. I hated boarding school but I also hated life at home because my parents were very unhappy with each other. I went to university and broke free from most of it". </b></span></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">His housemaster's report from 1946 when he was fourteen stated : </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcBGo4qruCFsVE2U-eivv8OIVPJlPK6Psus1cA8uRGDKtQcqopBVX3liFROCX8Q2eyv8MbYtOrbEgZuua4Mja6iI67Wmluq7LTU6WiR-dFfMxf4W7vKt9oTTnL0rTwK4ZESFpgjL_oWiawdNiNUazkG4BWYOIncN54qEJ8lSOH8UrNewEqo4taIwpumU/s942/Screenshot%20(80).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="128" data-original-width="942" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcBGo4qruCFsVE2U-eivv8OIVPJlPK6Psus1cA8uRGDKtQcqopBVX3liFROCX8Q2eyv8MbYtOrbEgZuua4Mja6iI67Wmluq7LTU6WiR-dFfMxf4W7vKt9oTTnL0rTwK4ZESFpgjL_oWiawdNiNUazkG4BWYOIncN54qEJ8lSOH8UrNewEqo4taIwpumU/w514-h69/Screenshot%20(80).png" width="514" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2QQorhmCUQwTKqrQVBQ3vXduecCFNV4yCHX9gzJIPDN3GnpDxYDiEGRsnn3Khw5V951WMJukgs4CmcQzv9lWdZGx4iNdPNvwHrhxtN-UjNeM7C3AAntFizRWiAIvl_tHfAIXVB6jsBL1sblXjhpmMw35RzjcqC-y5Bh3Aw9oveWLmwURk1i7s0ZdFv1Y/s384/Screenshot%20(81).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="289" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2QQorhmCUQwTKqrQVBQ3vXduecCFNV4yCHX9gzJIPDN3GnpDxYDiEGRsnn3Khw5V951WMJukgs4CmcQzv9lWdZGx4iNdPNvwHrhxtN-UjNeM7C3AAntFizRWiAIvl_tHfAIXVB6jsBL1sblXjhpmMw35RzjcqC-y5Bh3Aw9oveWLmwURk1i7s0ZdFv1Y/w200-h266/Screenshot%20(81).png" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When he was sixteen years old </span><span>he found a book about famous legal cases in his father’s study with a chapter ripped out and deeply embarrassed, his father felt he had to confess. Derek said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“He told me he had something to tell me, and he dreaded it. I just said I knew, quite understood, would have done the same myself”</span></i></b>. That something was that </span><span>his father had shot dead his mother’s lover on returning from active service in the First World War. Derek would later say : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“No film I ever saw was any more dramatic than the story of my parents, whose marriage was overtaken so soon by a tragedy that received huge publicity and effectively destroyed the happiness of both”</span></i></b>. This was all fifteen years before Derek was born and the </span><span>case had caused a sensation in London in 1917 with the Old Bailey trial billed as the first example of a <i>'crime passionel'</i> in an English court. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>His father, </span><span>Lt Douglas Malcolm, styled in the papers as <b>'A man of antique honour', </b>had traced his wife’s lover, Anton Baumberg, a bogus nobleman, to a boarding house in West London and killed him with four shots from his service pistol. </span><span>A jury at the Old Bailey brought in a 'justifiable homicide' verdict against him, finding that when he confronted Baumberg with the pistol and a horsewhip, he had 'acted in self-defence' to preserve his wife’s honour.</span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMWptrgL5nBnxe-JnozO1ZS1oTJFSpA8MZGKwN0NlShcfhLwwRYOLHny0WXC-QRFq2xPdGVsUFRIF9X3iJNM1-dCW8Yippt_kOOm4kvPnktu_DNLtRTEi0x-2_rpJV1Zn_DRByy6blvOfAEUsiZri8AmiKyDaZQTlf1HiqvRuaHPKdZ-iVenn21qs1mc/s225/images.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMWptrgL5nBnxe-JnozO1ZS1oTJFSpA8MZGKwN0NlShcfhLwwRYOLHny0WXC-QRFq2xPdGVsUFRIF9X3iJNM1-dCW8Yippt_kOOm4kvPnktu_DNLtRTEi0x-2_rpJV1Zn_DRByy6blvOfAEUsiZri8AmiKyDaZQTlf1HiqvRuaHPKdZ-iVenn21qs1mc/w142-h142/images.jpg" width="142" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>A year earlier in 1947, when he was fifteen his mother took him to see Laurel and Hardy performing on stage at the London Coliseum and </span><span>took tea and buns with his heroes having asked to meet them in the interval of the show and he recalled, although he didn't know why, they said : <b><i>“Yes, but don’t bring your mother”</i></b>. Derek later wrote : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>“Hardy took a bun from the tray, placed it on his chair and sat on it. It was, of course, squashed flat. I’m pretty sure he did it to amuse me. But you never knew with Hardy, who preferred playing golf to working. Laurel looked horrified, especially when Hardy offered the flat bun to me. He was the master of most situations and the pair’s directors invariably deferred to him on set”.</i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-tSxoz7JQKI2z3C65am8vTb_D7eqKRSYvp1-57i61Zpg5Blsz1Qe7F763mpWHgcliP37dnf3ACw_NYKqiJwrJ0k1ykoQUQFARXBWlayXnq9f-Sdzb2W9OYIKnEuJtaXbqHcro8nQln7X0sdSoqH9xe1iXv0IogKm9NAIyMnrriS7LEcpVT7OHkYif3c/s275/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-tSxoz7JQKI2z3C65am8vTb_D7eqKRSYvp1-57i61Zpg5Blsz1Qe7F763mpWHgcliP37dnf3ACw_NYKqiJwrJ0k1ykoQUQFARXBWlayXnq9f-Sdzb2W9OYIKnEuJtaXbqHcro8nQln7X0sdSoqH9xe1iXv0IogKm9NAIyMnrriS7LEcpVT7OHkYif3c/w138-h208/download%20(1).jpg" width="138" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>Fifty-six years later, in 2003, Derek would write and publish<b> 'Family Secrets' </b>as </span><span>an attempt to overcome the lurid prejudice of the original reporting, as he said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “Portraying my mother as an idiot, with this dastardly Jewish brute [her lover] pursuing her, whereas my father was a hero, a gentleman, for protecting her honour”.</span></i></b> Derek said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "</span></i></b></span></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">The real tragedy was that my mother was more talented and beautiful than anyone in the family. Even Toscanini admired her, for God's sake, but all that scandal did for her career".</span></i></b> He said he knew</span><span> his parents would not have wanted their story told and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"But the truth is I was very fond of them, my mother especially until she was gaga, and my father - if he was my father, and I don't much care; he brought me up - had a sensitive side that came out in later years. I wanted to tell their story but not destroy their memory".</span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNcucVMc9xeaNMHLHux4aTrnewbzUcUXYX7FZGlAbqWi8O_JyZ53GY348_loFMKWEF4zl4K_NcDs4oe-QQId-dmM6MGD1OX0cl0ehgP5Ec0i1NSwyJAaEyTlYdBazf8EvXvpj1ZxgNAf05Iwg6AcOQ_kkhlG5-clona1EeNH1hcElFzqA-XQ1cKzkgOg/s271/Nevill-Coghill.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="206" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNcucVMc9xeaNMHLHux4aTrnewbzUcUXYX7FZGlAbqWi8O_JyZ53GY348_loFMKWEF4zl4K_NcDs4oe-QQId-dmM6MGD1OX0cl0ehgP5Ec0i1NSwyJAaEyTlYdBazf8EvXvpj1ZxgNAf05Iwg6AcOQ_kkhlG5-clona1EeNH1hcElFzqA-XQ1cKzkgOg/w111-h145/Nevill-Coghill.png" width="111" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Derek said that, in 1950, when he was eighteen : <b style="color: #990000;"><i>"I think I only got into Oxford because my mother had known the Warden of Merton College very well and he had more or less taken me on. I don't think I deserved to get in. I didn't do much work there".</i></b> </span><span>Down to do English, History and Philosophy, he said he came out with bad degree which wasn't surprising because he didn't do any work. He also said that he did a lot of acting and Oxford introduced him to the rest of the world, whereas Eton was privileged and closed. In fact he had </span><span>joined the Film Society, acted in the Oxford University Dramatic Society, </span></span><span>where he was produced by <b>Neville Coghill </b>and was rusticated for two terms after being caught smuggling a girl into College late at night. I</span><span>n relation to his parents and his support for the Labour Party as a student in the 1950s he said :</span><span> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It was just a reaction to every thing they held dear and I did the opposite". </span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9M834-08avMVumORB6GlBYJ7SP07OyEEy8WEECWsA-eAn0qw5dqt39jm_0s6PShNSN-mZtZW7UUnHBZFtzC1JkXOG-1fw9jQsuLIEOtr7WArQzuxlODoq4X4nIwDHyWctR3CBau6xTBurEXyOhqVUCGvVnbPlZIhjiJXSclIBzwwkY4Wvpfu3tZ1cA8g/s3692/Steeplechase_(1257926029).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1726" data-original-width="3692" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9M834-08avMVumORB6GlBYJ7SP07OyEEy8WEECWsA-eAn0qw5dqt39jm_0s6PShNSN-mZtZW7UUnHBZFtzC1JkXOG-1fw9jQsuLIEOtr7WArQzuxlODoq4X4nIwDHyWctR3CBau6xTBurEXyOhqVUCGvVnbPlZIhjiJXSclIBzwwkY4Wvpfu3tZ1cA8g/s320/Steeplechase_(1257926029).jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Derek said that he : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"Vaguely thought of writing to get into publishing after university, but couldn't and became an amateur rider because I'd gone hunting with my father a lot. For two years I rode as a staple chase jockey and was a good one, </i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">winning 13 steeplechases over two seasons in the mid-1950s".</span></i></b> He said he didn't like falling off horses very much and : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"</b></span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>I thought, 'Bugger this. This is too hard. I'll be an actor instead'".</b></span></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">He then acted professionally for three years and <span>was in three London shows, including the third version of 'Look Back in Anger', but mostly </span><span>in repertory on the South Coast </span>doing plays by Agatha Christie, TS Eliot and Christopher Fry. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Awful stuff, bored me shitless. I was always the juvenile lead, walking in through the French windows and saying, </span><span>"Anyone for tennis?"</span><span style="color: #990000;">. I was quite pretty in those days. Most of the other actors were gay. They all used to say :</span></i></b> <b><i>"Go on, you know you are too". <span style="color: #990000;">That's one reason I gave up. I thought : 'Bugger this for a laugh'. Another reason was that he : <span>"</span><span>Got out because of the nervous energy. I thought I'm not going to stand this for the rest of my life and g</span><span>ot out of that and became a journalist".</span></span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Meanwhile, back in his 'home' his parents remained married, after a fashion and played out a dreary charade of respectability, living off boiled eggs in their increasingly squalid house in Bexhill-on-Sea, worlds away from the glamour and wealth of their youth.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdz0nDqffsa0a1mHCYZ85lMtG4NsH2f-bKlqx0leOsaFaERxkjFk2g7z5E5fnZcmjfwbBhEtdi8gN-L3G1WTm3Inh25_1n-oMbTcdxJflTcP5XiSxpkonsK2xXQsw0Xg2p-59WckXxKdLfZnBTpCMtXXKs8j6E58WCDnX2926M9aJw7NaZ0zMUmciO2QU/s438/1945-gloucestershire-echo-front-page-reporting-channel-islands-are-f22gf7.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="70" data-original-width="438" height="51" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdz0nDqffsa0a1mHCYZ85lMtG4NsH2f-bKlqx0leOsaFaERxkjFk2g7z5E5fnZcmjfwbBhEtdi8gN-L3G1WTm3Inh25_1n-oMbTcdxJflTcP5XiSxpkonsK2xXQsw0Xg2p-59WckXxKdLfZnBTpCMtXXKs8j6E58WCDnX2926M9aJw7NaZ0zMUmciO2QU/s320/1945-gloucestershire-echo-front-page-reporting-channel-islands-are-f22gf7.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Derek said he : <span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"J</b></i></span></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span>oined the</span><span> Daily Sketch </span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">because his mother knew the proprietor. They thought it was wonderful they had an old Etonian who could go round the London clubs and know the </span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">clientele. I didn't want to flit about these nightclubs finding out about what the lower echelons of the aristocracy were doing. The Daily Sketch sent me to Cheltenham, where I got on the local 'Gloucestershire Echo'. I became drama critic there and in the end became News Editor of the paper and stayed there for nearly ten years, getting married and getting divorced". </span>Derek said that his wife, Barbara Ibbott, was an alcoholic and died at a young age, but they had a daughter together, his only child, Jackie.</span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcs2LxpElGQry-THw6mPMkRosKt80URdEQyfUUgcE7HZL7TGzoas4atru0SE1qRvoCrBsXN4P2lpP5sIHmL6GsWsIxXQYviwksX7uJQJdaSXzXL67lzik90QgLBlU0TbP8Qk1pe6A1EK_NC204SXqevQ1DeMM5OsGfx_I2Dy5dOIHG8JGFie_mu0cnvBM/s189/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="179" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcs2LxpElGQry-THw6mPMkRosKt80URdEQyfUUgcE7HZL7TGzoas4atru0SE1qRvoCrBsXN4P2lpP5sIHmL6GsWsIxXQYviwksX7uJQJdaSXzXL67lzik90QgLBlU0TbP8Qk1pe6A1EK_NC204SXqevQ1DeMM5OsGfx_I2Dy5dOIHG8JGFie_mu0cnvBM/w101-h107/images%20(2).jpg" width="101" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Derek said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Because I was an embryo Kenneth Tynan, or so they thought, I used to make my reviews, which were sort of waited for by amateurs and professionals and I was a big reputation in a small pool".</span></i></b> He said he : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Rang up </span><span>Brian Redhead,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> who was the the Guardian Features Editor and said would he like a piece about the 'Cheltenham Literary Festival'".</span></i></b> Derek said he <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Tore up the first piece and thought there only one thing I can do : Write a funny piece and wrote a funny piece about all the pompous nonsense that goes on in a literary festival. I opened the 'Guardian' the next day and there it was, complete at the top of the 'Arts Page' by Michael Elliston".</span></i></b> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Derek didn't want anybody to know he was in Cheltenham and had used his middle names.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> He said he was :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "Taken on as a sub-editor in the Features Department. Then the News Editor said :</span></i></b> <i><b>"We'll take you on as a reporter". </b></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1962 at the age of age of thirty he said he was :</span><span><b style="color: #990000;"><i> "Up to Manchester as a Feature, Sub film, plus Books and Ballets" </i></b>He said the Guardian started a feature on racing and he became the 'Feature Editor for Racing ', He said he was :</span><span> <b style="color: #990000;"><i>"At one point 'Late night sub racing correspondent' and 'film critic', at the same time for very little money".</i></b> He said he was named for the International Publishing Company award for </span><span>'Critic of the Year' and said <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">: "God knows how I won. All I know is that Michael Foot was the Chairman Rab Butler was also on the panel" .</i> It was at this point he dropped other jobs and became film critic.<span style="color: #990000;"> </span>He said with his usual self-deprecation :<span style="color: #990000;"> <b><i>"</i></b></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>I wasn't rally an expert when I became deputy film critic or even critic."</b> </i></span><span>In fact he </span><span>became the Guardian's longest-serving film critic, between 1971 and 1997.<a href="https://www.theguardian.com/film/2023/jul/20/you-laugh-as-youre-choking-a-selection-of-derek-malcolm-seminal-film-reviews">(link)</a> </span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCBW9eGlpZn0rOtHPp_Sz3zaglaNFq27n0pgnLd4sJfTRZ9bCLmfrAurSfoJNAVD_JjU0iN9DOCWmpRmjkHASP5hwwhIs7juO2ux0p3uDdco70e1as-zNzhmU1tAJGifSt8hsrD3mKWAi-4jTmdRHASBQP2qiac1GRe7E6D9vBB-12muTEbYEdzt9d74/s233/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="216" height="87" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCBW9eGlpZn0rOtHPp_Sz3zaglaNFq27n0pgnLd4sJfTRZ9bCLmfrAurSfoJNAVD_JjU0iN9DOCWmpRmjkHASP5hwwhIs7juO2ux0p3uDdco70e1as-zNzhmU1tAJGifSt8hsrD3mKWAi-4jTmdRHASBQP2qiac1GRe7E6D9vBB-12muTEbYEdzt9d74/w81-h87/download%20(11).jpg" width="81" /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOtPJmp_t13hQ0ejmP9vre6s1dEU-_PCg6uHcpE39-FzJh2qQ9XoYAFP-085RZKel3W2TeYpLg_wOfalQckAQhYrMmw_rOtMll5_0oElowX9SDyj1ori5RaSHRJtpgJa1GMmegEC6B34Xf66kDNf9pC8ip7G0AsBrhAonOGv0lPKvseKxm_PzQTu9fDs/s266/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="189" height="89" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOtPJmp_t13hQ0ejmP9vre6s1dEU-_PCg6uHcpE39-FzJh2qQ9XoYAFP-085RZKel3W2TeYpLg_wOfalQckAQhYrMmw_rOtMll5_0oElowX9SDyj1ori5RaSHRJtpgJa1GMmegEC6B34Xf66kDNf9pC8ip7G0AsBrhAonOGv0lPKvseKxm_PzQTu9fDs/w63-h89/download%20(10).jpg" width="63" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><p><span>Derek said :</span><span><span style="color: #990000;"> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Its very gratifying to meet famous people, but I can't say film stars interest me very much. Film makers interest me more and meeting </span>Scorsese, Buñuel”.</i></b></span></p></span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXDNp5LsRU0wypfzuEpTI6DS7crbzgoRePDGlUWlYoN0lyXB6xeCIhM6DtOaB4zahH4JGpV9oZXdub4EvykbV7SvKoZ-vJ9hxkM2e03KyoHsVjwxfGvmHKHfeYEzo9Fd3J9EzCf2kRO__-HiR-t0IlIwgJVE7uYLqZxRTf3aKw9VbFart2aIo-6nTehw/s251/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="201" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXDNp5LsRU0wypfzuEpTI6DS7crbzgoRePDGlUWlYoN0lyXB6xeCIhM6DtOaB4zahH4JGpV9oZXdub4EvykbV7SvKoZ-vJ9hxkM2e03KyoHsVjwxfGvmHKHfeYEzo9Fd3J9EzCf2kRO__-HiR-t0IlIwgJVE7uYLqZxRTf3aKw9VbFart2aIo-6nTehw/w72-h90/download%20(13).jpg" width="72" /></span></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhA4eEr1bEPuXZQaQt-Pn5ShL6JR9-6X2Vh2MKKRpqoGax4Nbp95IhvC4_aWrrXI6ykS7ReY2L6Tzc7ZK-Jwr4ESZFKAeDSjfDf5A2LzFchmmdTiOjqfShn-oC2hirOc_pcr1T4D9SgRNvoyT1GMgc9t2BMZ6GEp9a--F2ISqa-F14n6ScLGaDqzfs1o/s268/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="188" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhA4eEr1bEPuXZQaQt-Pn5ShL6JR9-6X2Vh2MKKRpqoGax4Nbp95IhvC4_aWrrXI6ykS7ReY2L6Tzc7ZK-Jwr4ESZFKAeDSjfDf5A2LzFchmmdTiOjqfShn-oC2hirOc_pcr1T4D9SgRNvoyT1GMgc9t2BMZ6GEp9a--F2ISqa-F14n6ScLGaDqzfs1o/w68-h96/download%20(12).jpg" width="68" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><p><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><i><b>Howard Hawkes </b></i></span></span><span>(who he spent a whole day </span><span>with once)</span><span> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">a</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">nd </span><span>John Ford </span><span style="color: #990000;">remain </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">in my memory far longer than meeting these awful people who are so called stars in the cinema". </span></i></b></p></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p></p><p></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUfinLrmj51irHY0VeDg1yBhCDfoNCdnXgi0S4FA0SfQUL3Fm4MDDOWqmxfzncfEKMB-TPZ9b8EGudkHpgp9f-dy4rbcn1L1FeYJltGxHNbSqbrTPgs91xapQAuWWdWfiJ8gDT0gd8UeV_9tDrrGMq8KEORL1tf9samtw-U0AtsNVyW8IbPokI_QciMg/s266/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; color: #990000; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="190" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUfinLrmj51irHY0VeDg1yBhCDfoNCdnXgi0S4FA0SfQUL3Fm4MDDOWqmxfzncfEKMB-TPZ9b8EGudkHpgp9f-dy4rbcn1L1FeYJltGxHNbSqbrTPgs91xapQAuWWdWfiJ8gDT0gd8UeV_9tDrrGMq8KEORL1tf9samtw-U0AtsNVyW8IbPokI_QciMg/w71-h100/images%20(1).jpg" width="71" /></a></b><span>When it came to British directors Derek said<i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> : "</i></span><span><i><b><span style="color: #990000;">I don't always agree politically with </span><span>K</span>en Loach<span style="color: #990000;">,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> but he does tell the truth and tries to tell the truth about </span></b></i></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">ordinary peoples lives and he does so entertainingly. They're not difficult films that he produces for people, but they are relevant films and they could go and be entertained and actually think : </span><span style="color: #38761d;">'</span></i><span style="color: #38761d;"><i>Well what he says may be true or not be true, but it's interesting'.</i></span></b><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span>Derek said :<span style="color: #990000;"> <i><b>"As a critic I've met lots and lots of directors. The tragedy is that some of the nicest directors make the most dreadful films and some of the nastiest directors make marvelous films".</b></i></span></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="color: #990000;"><i></i></span></span></span><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-qwMDiZ1IWC83V9By98TtF2SlFtpoWsc7dF3Bqzc4eaxleivaEej09sLSCwZy6t8fwhItQ830BfYtHneU8fAtZj3GDCmRZQ-5gQQRcxjNyOvQHU8AyAW5Gjn6UN2llDCqToSSR0H1AUog01eOuCkpxQl1QOgX_Azqt4gqcK3lLXo-ESg2K9176zAffg/s259/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-qwMDiZ1IWC83V9By98TtF2SlFtpoWsc7dF3Bqzc4eaxleivaEej09sLSCwZy6t8fwhItQ830BfYtHneU8fAtZj3GDCmRZQ-5gQQRcxjNyOvQHU8AyAW5Gjn6UN2llDCqToSSR0H1AUog01eOuCkpxQl1QOgX_Azqt4gqcK3lLXo-ESg2K9176zAffg/w71-h95/download%20(9).jpg" width="71" /></a></div>Director <b>Mike Leigh</b> said of Derek : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“He was not only unique among film critics in his insight and taste, but he was serious in his commitment to serious independent filmmakers, not least young unknowns. His knowledge of World Cinema was immense, and he was an extremely nice guy, with a charming dry sense of humour”.</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><br /></div><div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUy8O3SkfL3u2_swlJWvdQ6a36G4iisHDep16dV8xcydYXOOT1vcRkAwuUV88QXDpKu2-bhOV3GEtsQU0t-EWoQVClrIZefLkHjmo4TRT3R2Z14HqrHXCHCnGkyF1Ui3OjAZJne9q6oNOK9pN7rtQYXcTEHFOLCAZ5SesgrUHKP4PqzAWYrgTVnVF0HvU/s167/download%20(15).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="128" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUy8O3SkfL3u2_swlJWvdQ6a36G4iisHDep16dV8xcydYXOOT1vcRkAwuUV88QXDpKu2-bhOV3GEtsQU0t-EWoQVClrIZefLkHjmo4TRT3R2Z14HqrHXCHCnGkyF1Ui3OjAZJne9q6oNOK9pN7rtQYXcTEHFOLCAZ5SesgrUHKP4PqzAWYrgTVnVF0HvU/w73-h95/download%20(15).jpg" width="73" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2v1Se8EB-rbl4iIPymnn6zA73fRhVxajaY_iBYn2FjuEUvO6WZPA5Ito3hUWt5CBJBcNU-43tLEJYpQgDTeinU2Tct83SKReFaogcQqDjcjh3WmRnImIj0q9MIrstzWlzdDV1wPxTsm7YDOkAPYkCvx-ojJ4oUslANWPfgczbYzsEWI7ATjOD0jkF0TM/s246/download%20(14).jpg" style="clear: left; 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font-weight: bold;">Ritwik Ghatak</span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> and many other Indian film makers who really should be better known than they are".</i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toCsMfh-fEA&t=1m43s">(link)</a> </span></div></div><div><span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGguIDMlba1vB6j3DMpAFFWzijuekdQKHawA_wc1AOrR2vhGwodvv3XwrhjwTnGezMiBpsKsmC5itLOnMtozpz2Q7JuNx764SP32AQ1g5YO8p_VWHMb2jJ-mHUJCdxsZffaIJOqTM1ayD4jGB_hBs1UvkdrGJ6qq9ASc-DBJvFyBDE5ymdVvPUi2uMULk/s285/2023-07-23.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="285" height="73" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGguIDMlba1vB6j3DMpAFFWzijuekdQKHawA_wc1AOrR2vhGwodvv3XwrhjwTnGezMiBpsKsmC5itLOnMtozpz2Q7JuNx764SP32AQ1g5YO8p_VWHMb2jJ-mHUJCdxsZffaIJOqTM1ayD4jGB_hBs1UvkdrGJ6qq9ASc-DBJvFyBDE5ymdVvPUi2uMULk/w87-h73/2023-07-23.png" width="87" /></a></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGTOrhBBlD3qv1n2o9KeZ6nUCuDdbjg0DWTgjjLL_u4K-teXWdy_h28Zilb8MqLR-fRsIAH-XWRGMLQpNmHYkSvAKhPLtvmEyvl0Mru9SrlGy_wuZXXNkYsxrha4H2reNHU7FnaOaf9F9JmWSH2kyA1eXjgbynSjn8crZmJuCcWM76cTyk6ZR7kSMTpM/s249/images%20(4).jpg" style="clear: right; 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color: #990000; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="480" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzLEd2J50BFOr85Uj6SESf6CqzMgIhAeEHVNUXGDCPUXfTglgYyPyUORk7cjhvOXI7faDiD-dLbWtdULTSIJciQTtHpenxZzNcClYZGT3mgOsTLYn43Dqi9GdrmPk9nOsfZXojIUEOMM_Zeo1f1xYTu2-CSBlA0y8hPLM2OvqLenMiDQ1hfcqh3HkXtw/w212-h141/1402088_robertmitchumandderekmalcolmcreditbfinationalarchivephotographerstenmrosenlund1_516091_crop.jpg" width="212" /></a><span><span><span>Derek said in 1996 :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "I can’t remember a star I've actually really liked, but Robert Mitchum I liked because he was a man who was totally uneducated, but a very bright person, despite all the funny things that have happened in his life and I got on well with him".</span><span> </span></span></span><span>His biography of Mitchum was published in 1984 and he chaired a Q and A with Mitchum at the British Film Institute. </span></span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>But apart from that one exception, he was adamant : <b><span style="color: #990000;"><i>"</i></span></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>I can't think of a single Hollywood star I could actually warm to, even though they were being especially nice to me because I was a critic. I can't honestly say they're worth anything except when they're up there on the screen. Off screen they may be very nice or very nasty, but they're not interesting people. Most directors, of course, are".</i></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Derek said : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"There are two kinds of critics. There are the interventionist kind, like myself, who gets to know a lot of people, does a festival, wants to deal on the political side of film a bit - political and cultural side. And there are those who just write the reviews. And it perfectly valid to be a critic who just writes the reviews and doesn't care what the movie costs or what happened to the director. They see it up on the screen and they write it. But I seem to be much more interventionist possibly because of the 'Guardian' and my own nature". </i></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"></span></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLoI0nI--PFnoDK3P23OnY_0n6r1daS5Fqr2ml6VBnDoPAyT4s9o_rGej4rcnEbL99J0hCwb8PZ0bylsyPWt1qMXs4T8JkjU_VSiVP7y76w3Lgm1q7Mx1_yvPHKLizT_1q5bqyvbY0ZDvpBgknAJpapeO1VuHgmmzUJ5HBKRnZNboUKL0z2Q3wEIzK7HA/s600/derek-malcolm.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="600" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLoI0nI--PFnoDK3P23OnY_0n6r1daS5Fqr2ml6VBnDoPAyT4s9o_rGej4rcnEbL99J0hCwb8PZ0bylsyPWt1qMXs4T8JkjU_VSiVP7y76w3Lgm1q7Mx1_yvPHKLizT_1q5bqyvbY0ZDvpBgknAJpapeO1VuHgmmzUJ5HBKRnZNboUKL0z2Q3wEIzK7HA/w181-h141/derek-malcolm.jpg" width="181" /></a></span></i></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span><span style="color: #990000;">A</span><span style="color: #990000;">s a film critic I know thousands of acquaintances and not many friends all over the world. T</span></i><span style="color: #990000;"><i>he things I've done like directing the London Film Festival, becoming a Governor of the 'British Film Institute' and being President of the 'World Critics Organisation', those things have given me lots of friends".</i> </span></b><span>He said that his motivation for these extra curricular activities was that he had : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"A</b></i></span><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>lways been a kind of political animal more than most of them"</b></span> </i>and in the case of the 'World Film Critics' it was an :</span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b> "Attempt in to see if we could move the goal posts a little".</b></i> </span><span>He put his experience as a critic to good use when he became director of the BFI's 'London Film Festival' for three decisive years in the mid-1980s, making it a livelier, more inclusive event, helped by such novelties as a 'surprise film', and screenings outside London. </span><span>He also served on juries at many film festivals worldwide.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Derek was quick to expel any idea that there was anything exciting about being a film critic and said :</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I hate bad movies. In the course of a year, aeons of rubbish - absolutely frightful. What a film critic has to see is unlike an art critic or music critic, because the music critic wouldn't go to something that's really bad. He wouldn't even be sent to it. But a film critic has to see everything put out by Hollywood and others in the name of entertainment. I don't know which is worse : seeing a bad and boring art movie or a bad and boring commercial movie. They're equally dreadful. What one has to sit in front of most of the time is rubbish. Theatre or opera critics, they wouldn't have the same amount of total crap to sit in front of. I don't like sitting in front of rubbish. It's awful. It's bad for the brain, as well as the arse and I hate it".</span> Having sad that he was quick to add :<span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "I do believe in the cinema and I do love the cinema when it's good. But I love the theatre when it's good and I love music when it's good".</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VZEa3RRp6gBCIykR-u38cKPWCIqtYE0hOzJx_bMbNXGB5SRqDiXbu4xsFC3eY7VbAOySqWIg69JbbZpm8-PxW6iLpbXHNINaHLiQmln7iOevhIRiJ0Ir8Q1NuBq4ClZPBJlI6aTKA-tuOmKcxj_tdxX99tIlzCrw_tI6gV4nnKKYSEAx-eBuu-E5dII/s159/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="159" data-original-width="151" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VZEa3RRp6gBCIykR-u38cKPWCIqtYE0hOzJx_bMbNXGB5SRqDiXbu4xsFC3eY7VbAOySqWIg69JbbZpm8-PxW6iLpbXHNINaHLiQmln7iOevhIRiJ0Ir8Q1NuBq4ClZPBJlI6aTKA-tuOmKcxj_tdxX99tIlzCrw_tI6gV4nnKKYSEAx-eBuu-E5dII/s1600/download%20(3).jpg" width="151" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The decades of Derek’s tenure at the Guardian saw major shifts in the film business, of which the most important was probably the arrival of home video in the early 80s. In Britain, this was accompanied by an outbreak of moral outrage directed against low-budget horror films with provocative titles, collectively dubbed 'video nasties'. When </span><span>the idea that these could irrevocably damage children gained traction, especially among Conservative MPs and campaigners such as Mary Whitehouse, Derek found himself testifying in court on behalf of the movie titled <b>'Nightmares in a Damaged Brain'.</b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In the court case which followed, when he described it as : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"Not a classic, but well-executed" </b></span></i>he could scarcely believe the judge’s response : <i><b>“So was the German invasion of Poland”.</b></i> Such was the hysteria that accompanied the arrival of video, which would lead to a tightening of Britain’s draconian film censorship. However, Derek had many opportunities to defend challenging films of vastly greater integrity, including Ken Russell’s 'The Devils' during its protracted struggle to be seen as originally intended.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5Ke9s8gt3l-VDPVLL1KRtgNHh4bSVNpCGW8AXss0M6kcHjpVC1LvIThoNuIulL4ag0nSpTXW-iWEhQ69fM91y6MwxR8XLRE4BYO0Ct6WQ0wBNYaBZSW6SStqP_CrExEWWygcxH0aPRNkFlb2kEmE06ayn3ly--sPkJG79G1kxT0AgFhjl6h3Q90cr_Q/s259/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5Ke9s8gt3l-VDPVLL1KRtgNHh4bSVNpCGW8AXss0M6kcHjpVC1LvIThoNuIulL4ag0nSpTXW-iWEhQ69fM91y6MwxR8XLRE4BYO0Ct6WQ0wBNYaBZSW6SStqP_CrExEWWygcxH0aPRNkFlb2kEmE06ayn3ly--sPkJG79G1kxT0AgFhjl6h3Q90cr_Q/w175-h131/download%20(4).jpg" width="175" /></a></span>On television in the mid-1980s, he was host of the <b>'Film Club'</b> on BBC Two, dedicated to art house films (l<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoufubNJguA">ink).</a> </span></span><span>In 1996 Derek said : <span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"O</b></i></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>ne of the problems in Britain today is that newspapers don't give a damn about critics they want star profiles, they want gossip about Bruce Willis and a critic's job gets less and less easy to do properly, They want the obvious thing : review of the new releases and glitzy, silly films most of the time, because they think that's what their young readers want to know - obsessed with youth like all the other papers. So I'm afraid being a critic is anything like a good job it was before, because its a general feeling that popular is being trivia. What everybody wants to read about and please don't go to a dreary Russian film. So it's very difficult to do the job as well as one could do, even in the Guardian, let alone the other news papers".</b></i></span></span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUACmrX2wFkZAdKTvBhUaE92ZGnj5p2mxolObbzx-hIG7vOzxkQ7la8MXIJbCezt8d_z2Pzc8zh-tkcozsP3Tdel1kbx5kLHjbyc8cCLgdRQPM9XlU1MOoQilbJ-JcZeWGLhxXltrAYmOh-GzL1RSDvPrCknZro4pSviEWx4rm4p6bAQXWfM3RDN6jXs/s500/39405.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="357" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUACmrX2wFkZAdKTvBhUaE92ZGnj5p2mxolObbzx-hIG7vOzxkQ7la8MXIJbCezt8d_z2Pzc8zh-tkcozsP3Tdel1kbx5kLHjbyc8cCLgdRQPM9XlU1MOoQilbJ-JcZeWGLhxXltrAYmOh-GzL1RSDvPrCknZro4pSviEWx4rm4p6bAQXWfM3RDN6jXs/w123-h173/39405.jpg" width="123" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwd-cNi6K8G9hccDP-yn7MLzG6EIEWUiKE0SzSCSqeR94i4tOhJa24CnR3ryLlm_nOGc2_C59qJX7uG_e2Uavo1yNUk7PmqtGcPB_PxyVOxRiw2hp9LjcQLvWoNIzZWM_f1XI06TGZUsDAaI0LtztMQndjQ0gr0mxBFk2N8V8UX-kN4IDs3J4wxV91jg/s273/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="184" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwd-cNi6K8G9hccDP-yn7MLzG6EIEWUiKE0SzSCSqeR94i4tOhJa24CnR3ryLlm_nOGc2_C59qJX7uG_e2Uavo1yNUk7PmqtGcPB_PxyVOxRiw2hp9LjcQLvWoNIzZWM_f1XI06TGZUsDAaI0LtztMQndjQ0gr0mxBFk2N8V8UX-kN4IDs3J4wxV91jg/w114-h170/download%20(5).jpg" width="114" /></a>Derek followed his retirement form the Guardian <span>with a stint at the London Evening Standard from 2003 until 2015 when he was eighty-three. In fact, h</span><span>aving succeeded Alexander Walker as Film Critic of the Evening Standard in 2003, he eventually left regular reviewing and concentrated on film festivals. He also </span><span>became a principal contributor to two series on the Sky Arts Channel,<b> 'Discovering Film', </b>highlighting Hollywood stars and, no doubt, more to his liking,<b> 'The Directors',</b> explaining the technicalities of camera angles and tracking shots, but mostly talking about the flair and foibles of the great movie makers he had known, among them Alfred Hitchcock and Stanley Kubrick.</span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGByPatcnIYgp5tPa25jMpS4XjioUQUeOMJC1i1vZ3R_Yoqtj2AaXFaV3ihMAvqoilWwF8bhl9u4qaIZyCWLGInXrEIiFyu1AWDmU3DJJ83Q_DMj_gV6Ho1Ht9LT0xeYw1rCP-QBE4XJRGtuUS5OUsSRNT0kCUy82zr7xaazHi_TOcmPcVQO0O2NgvxvE/s602/main-qimg-9302f04b9879ef634a29f67b29fe6b0a-lq.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="602" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGByPatcnIYgp5tPa25jMpS4XjioUQUeOMJC1i1vZ3R_Yoqtj2AaXFaV3ihMAvqoilWwF8bhl9u4qaIZyCWLGInXrEIiFyu1AWDmU3DJJ83Q_DMj_gV6Ho1Ht9LT0xeYw1rCP-QBE4XJRGtuUS5OUsSRNT0kCUy82zr7xaazHi_TOcmPcVQO0O2NgvxvE/w204-h136/main-qimg-9302f04b9879ef634a29f67b29fe6b0a-lq.jpg" width="204" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">When it came to shifts in cinema audience behaviour Derek said in 1996 :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"> <b><i>"Every time I go to a multiplex now I'm surrounded by people talking, sucking that ghastly pop corn, slurping coca cola, belching and walking in and out and I wonder whether it us a very valuable experience ? If its a decent film it's wonderful. If it's an entertaining film and everyone's laughing, that's a nice experience. But to me I think its just as valuable to sit in front of a video and be able to turn it back to see how something works a little better. </i></b></span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>I don't mind the fact that people see a lot of films on telly which they wouldn't see otherwise. Television is their national film theatre. They'll see a lot of old films and like a lot of old films they would not think about".</i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">He also said :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"> <b><i>"I don't mind the fact that most people love Hollywood movies. I would be a fool not the love good Hollywood movies, though I don't think there are many of them about now. They realise they can make money everywhere not just in America . They're now more towards violence, sex and basic special effects, because that's what knocks the whole world between the eyes".</i></b></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><p></p>In 1996 Derek said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide8ICX4S__isTdnNdChvdToL5HyLTsL9XbXtr6BVNpTZ-WHgGXbsboumv7kDhn7TJYaK9S6fxoPpfinPWPiNw7bIk2UjZOO4QQLdM7spCkxiC8krouoFVMTsCI3KdUXtC4hTHMrMlserqUg0AoBRtasVIfdUdOyfqOaiw6Z14-6d7OYUlXGxzr4s5ubQ/s259/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide8ICX4S__isTdnNdChvdToL5HyLTsL9XbXtr6BVNpTZ-WHgGXbsboumv7kDhn7TJYaK9S6fxoPpfinPWPiNw7bIk2UjZOO4QQLdM7spCkxiC8krouoFVMTsCI3KdUXtC4hTHMrMlserqUg0AoBRtasVIfdUdOyfqOaiw6Z14-6d7OYUlXGxzr4s5ubQ/w74-h99/download%20(6).jpg" width="74" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFKfjvRSY5ztO--ugu1V1jZAQ69KE9hjE3OjztbpvHAheIRlk_VqT-sAY0i5un8b6pmX7UaKPjaJvJi2M1mn3NXOWhEmfCTZalq90jgnxctZNzWRy5uxoOgCHyT0Yo_OaoWp0LTGjbD9CPZrwmlSDZBC1b0ajQ-Iu2hpF7QgBZh9AF7pR1_fScp_C4a0/s276/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFKfjvRSY5ztO--ugu1V1jZAQ69KE9hjE3OjztbpvHAheIRlk_VqT-sAY0i5un8b6pmX7UaKPjaJvJi2M1mn3NXOWhEmfCTZalq90jgnxctZNzWRy5uxoOgCHyT0Yo_OaoWp0LTGjbD9CPZrwmlSDZBC1b0ajQ-Iu2hpF7QgBZh9AF7pR1_fScp_C4a0/w209-h138/download%20(7).jpg" width="209" /></a></span>"Morally I get very worried about what is being poured over people now. The carelessness of the Tarantino violence - entertaining and sharp and wonderful, as a lot of his work is, there isn't any real moral thought behind it and that worries me because young people go and cheer and clap and think 'how wonderful' bu</i></span><i style="color: #990000; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">t it doesn't do much good to their psyches"<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7EdQ4FqbhY&t=0m25s">.</a></i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7EdQ4FqbhY&t=0m25s">(link)</a></span></div><div><p></p><p><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9exxKYfZRJ3B7EEs8l_7w-4TTJIW3kKx6IBuKjX4-PTN865KCNEIm9hmndYp0UGRqZIO1Di2W1QxMeTdqlk40shf5xXGJXJSIGMap9CAMHRz_4xp5NcoJTQYVRakDb3EkedgffgpdCMEVREEdOvJ33ZWvJ84P43qLjEUYST8Wz22KApjEWqfg82nUaw/s255/images%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="198" height="97" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9exxKYfZRJ3B7EEs8l_7w-4TTJIW3kKx6IBuKjX4-PTN865KCNEIm9hmndYp0UGRqZIO1Di2W1QxMeTdqlk40shf5xXGJXJSIGMap9CAMHRz_4xp5NcoJTQYVRakDb3EkedgffgpdCMEVREEdOvJ33ZWvJ84P43qLjEUYST8Wz22KApjEWqfg82nUaw/w75-h97/images%20(3).jpg" width="75" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br />On Derek's passing Peter Bradshaw, his successor as Film Critic at the Guardian simply said :</span><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: #351c75;"><b>"Derek was a wonderful man and a great example to every other critic, in that he took cinema and criticism seriously, but he never took himself too seriously. I shall miss him very much".</b></i></span></div><p></p></div></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-33671791998041692212023-07-01T07:32:00.008-07:002024-03-14T10:54:18.414-07:00Britain says "Goodbye" to the redoubtable Beatty Orwell, protestor against the British Union of Fascists at the Battle of Cable Street in 1936<div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJ4uCDG-eUZOvaaqgyhyJXbHZHK2qactj2TTvUBwSrqomJdzRsYKPi4A7X0zjo9DlSDZCBAyD0ANHHBzjTOsJYnxrdAHIWy1ktiLwtDnmOezO9UhAmMvTggo6c4EeqelhRn2rlKebXKrYi6YKJUZu-8_1fSV0xB7kGiB2HJVEwsdoKG8MmbY2FLu3iMg/s215/download.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="164" data-original-width="215" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJ4uCDG-eUZOvaaqgyhyJXbHZHK2qactj2TTvUBwSrqomJdzRsYKPi4A7X0zjo9DlSDZCBAyD0ANHHBzjTOsJYnxrdAHIWy1ktiLwtDnmOezO9UhAmMvTggo6c4EeqelhRn2rlKebXKrYi6YKJUZu-8_1fSV0xB7kGiB2HJVEwsdoKG8MmbY2FLu3iMg/s1600/download.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Page views : 411</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Beatty, who has died at the age of one hundred and five and the oldest member of the Labour Party, was born Beatrice Inderstein, during the First World War in the mid summer of 1917 in Brunswick Buildings in Petticoat Lane in Whitechapel, East London in 1917, as bombs were dropping from a Zeppelin airship during a German air raid. She was the youngest of the three daughters of Julia and Israel and said <b>: </b><span style="color: #990000;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">“I am Jewish and both my parents were East Enders, born here. My father’s parents came over from Russia. On my mother’s side, her parents were born here but her grandfather was born in Holland. So I am a bit of a mixture". </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsLx-E8uFPE&t=0m04s">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9hXLdMbYgLVMQjVdANnYZIJNqlALPtOJ5KYTX6p_lRVc-ZP52mn0VnERjQB0fzlPgV1Pvxas4WKNKXLaUxRkNWc-BvdL9vWTlUREGGAfcxgLZ5Sssu6qFAUwVw79W4MaJsrWUT_GZVLIvb45tJnWCbwh396VTAhUGvdhyXlIjtoOXU0YptlY3KJsa5E/s448/goulston-street-1888-full.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="448" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9hXLdMbYgLVMQjVdANnYZIJNqlALPtOJ5KYTX6p_lRVc-ZP52mn0VnERjQB0fzlPgV1Pvxas4WKNKXLaUxRkNWc-BvdL9vWTlUREGGAfcxgLZ5Sssu6qFAUwVw79W4MaJsrWUT_GZVLIvb45tJnWCbwh396VTAhUGvdhyXlIjtoOXU0YptlY3KJsa5E/w262-h144/goulston-street-1888-full.jpg" width="262" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Her father worked as a porter at the Spitalfields Market and her mother was a cigar maker at Godfrey & Phillips in Commercial Street and she grew in <b>Goulston Street </b>which she remembered with no fond memories and said :<span style="color: #990000;"><i><b> "It was horrible, we had a little scullery, too small to swing a cat. My mother had one bedroom and, the three children, we slept in a put-you-up. I had two </b></i></span><span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>sisters Rebecca and Esther".</b></i></span> Tragedy struck the family when her father died at the age of forty-four when she was thirteen years old . She recalled : "</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">He used to take me everywhere, he was marvelous. He took to me to the West End to visit my aunt, she was an old lady with a parrot and lived on Berwick St. We used to have </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span>a laugh with the </span>parrot".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHLtzHoG99Qo6z7kR1kh4N12PMJIRRauDSnFYiNezyiAyDH7UFgRB77FNkii_2dLTYcJzCVHq8t5Cmd91Ojkr7s_Adamagf9qe8mfY_JUBC7Hh61Fc33phtdONPiZMDot9ZyXcq1bz1AxqKQxN-v9FBXL-r6BfTHcUdWRr4JscutegLCN0HcXcZYcDmI/s2364/girls.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1984" data-original-width="2364" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHLtzHoG99Qo6z7kR1kh4N12PMJIRRauDSnFYiNezyiAyDH7UFgRB77FNkii_2dLTYcJzCVHq8t5Cmd91Ojkr7s_Adamagf9qe8mfY_JUBC7Hh61Fc33phtdONPiZMDot9ZyXcq1bz1AxqKQxN-v9FBXL-r6BfTHcUdWRr4JscutegLCN0HcXcZYcDmI/w185-h156/girls.jpg" width="185" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">When she was twelve in 1929, her school, Gravel Lane School, which she loved, closed down. She recalled :<b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"> "</b><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">It was lovely school, they taught us housewifery. We had a little flat in the school and we used to clean it out, then go shopping in Petticoat Lane to buy ingredients to make a dinner, imagining we were married. The boys used to do woodwork and learnt to make stools and things like that".</i> Her next school, the <b>Jewish Free School in Bell Lane,</b> where she stayed until she was fourteen in 1932, was a different proposition and she said : "<span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It was very strict and religious. When the teacher wanted us to be quiet, she’d say, ‘I’m waiting!" </span><span>Nevertheless, she said :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "It was good, I enjoyed my school life".</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When she left school she got her first job in dressmaking, to which she was not best suited : "<span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I used to lay out material. I do not know why but I must have heavy fingers, I could not manage the silk. It used to fall out of my hands. I only lasted a week before I left, I could not stand it". </span>She then went to work with her sister Rebecca in Whitechapel and concentrated on : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"T</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">ailoring, men’s trousers, <span>putting the buttons on with a machine. We worked long hours and it was hard work".</span></span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Beatty was in work, but in the 1930s Britain was hit by the worldwide economic slump caused by the Great Depression and thousands were out of work, particularly in already deprived urban areas such as the East End of London where there was much poverty and deprivation. This made the easily identifiable ‘Jewish community’ scapegoats for the worsening economic situation. Jews were blamed for <i>‘taking all our jobs’</i>, driving down labour costs and being unscrupulous landlords, amongst a host of other accusations. Whitechapel in the East End became a volatile and dangerous place for young Jewish women like Beatty. Frustrated by the lack of opportunities around her, ground down by poverty and antisemitic abuse, she was desperate for change and, unusually for a working class woman, became fiercely political. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVtH5tyItt03Us7yEj5IFs-YVGs2kexbIDB9zuKTGqJrwoghMAxhfea79jRJiWEaZrmwcnNar3oTjf1zjCiw4zNFAY0mT5tj6vvPaVx4TuGpe0RK5ed9qFWz_G4-_tes3DofKWAP2668WQDkHoeU_aNBvlW0OSOfP2PC-zXpv_zaHHe3kcJlLGYL1zBI/s225/images.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVtH5tyItt03Us7yEj5IFs-YVGs2kexbIDB9zuKTGqJrwoghMAxhfea79jRJiWEaZrmwcnNar3oTjf1zjCiw4zNFAY0mT5tj6vvPaVx4TuGpe0RK5ed9qFWz_G4-_tes3DofKWAP2668WQDkHoeU_aNBvlW0OSOfP2PC-zXpv_zaHHe3kcJlLGYL1zBI/w140-h140/images.jpg" width="140" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1932, when she was just fifteen, the former Labour and Conservative politician <b>Oswald Mosley</b> formed a far-right nationalist party, the British Union of Fascists (BUF), which openly encouraged its uniformed supporters to attack Jews. They distributed antisemitic leaflets and their ‘mob orators’, such as Mick Clarke and Owen Burke, night after night, sought to whip up violence on the street corners. Beatty said : "<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">It was frightening to be walking around as a Jew in those days. People were getting beaten up. The Blackshirts used to rampage around the area and break the windows of Jewish shops and synagogues, it was very threatening".</span></i></b> </span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="306" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQJ58yK2wVdlATvsD7WbW0DdVPqvlpaKOn-x_UHFcx6O2Pe3OS2d_xWYnown0COXwcFYyDZXRXYPG16gycZX8y2DbtfkpJioKVHV_WVpDnKVooWedzQg9FbGvRKQIo0Sso3n7LJL7EetHzwucKM7w-FpZnuFiCWoqsYAK0djTKO7xOWTB8_hnZYf9bI8/w183-h147/Screenshot%20(76).png" width="183" /></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">When she was seventeen in 1934, she joined over 20,000 others on a<b> protest march to Hyde Park</b> against the Nazi persecution of Jews in Germany. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrVXaP1DF6Q">(link)</a></span></div><div><span>In the same year, Beatty protested outside the extremely violent fascist rally held at Olympia, which resulted in much bad publicity for the BUF, who were widely criticised for their thuggery. She and her friend Ginny had seen Mosley arrive in a cavalcade of</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “fancy cars,”</span></i></b><span> a reminder that, despite his </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“man of the people”</span></i></b><span> act and willingness to harness working-class muscle, his real life was one of wealth and privilege and lived at a safe remove. </span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxv5VHFOVkkp4YtJr0tptNb9GAU_F7vBLg1eBG-xa0HjtZkjA2QGe3xxL15QkMVE6OqUOQhtt0OfN9DxbVqj_y9lmFL1dEwIA-QY5XFn3dZpCyoa7urOSGGBdOvrwJWLCJHI8RJWyk2FLbGlCshikpvNdkDDLy1L7Ik2QMreP2EXsQvOzGSmvFKjT-8k/s263/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="191" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxv5VHFOVkkp4YtJr0tptNb9GAU_F7vBLg1eBG-xa0HjtZkjA2QGe3xxL15QkMVE6OqUOQhtt0OfN9DxbVqj_y9lmFL1dEwIA-QY5XFn3dZpCyoa7urOSGGBdOvrwJWLCJHI8RJWyk2FLbGlCshikpvNdkDDLy1L7Ik2QMreP2EXsQvOzGSmvFKjT-8k/w94-h129/images%20(2).jpg" width="94" /></a></div>Beatty later saw BUF fans running out of the arena, anxious not to be associated with the violence. One was <b>Unity Mitford</b>, sister of Mosley’s second-wife-to-be, Diana. Beatty recalled, with some amusement : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“She really did run!” </span></i></b><span>Hundreds of protestors were seriously injured by gangs of Blackshirts armed with knuckledusters and other weapons. Beatty recalled : </span></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It was bloody murder there. The Blackshirts were really spiteful. I knew it was dangerous, I was clever, I did not get hurt, no way".</span></span></i></b><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVxvHu9Gi2YxhB6NC3nM2ZkGAzNkucCFz0Mm8LxvIRzUnuVUkigJhXnGmHmCRDCLtA6ObjeYXXT7tj8-8nkf5IwPBqt1ZDsXvIZo8MtM9C9N65hc8UmjuYIM86NqlhnF0vOBewKPDyGlPCk8aXa--QlCcLVJHzPjJ-8Z4BlcnE-xfqKiMzFc3OF2Wy_0/s429/SPbritishB.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="422" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVxvHu9Gi2YxhB6NC3nM2ZkGAzNkucCFz0Mm8LxvIRzUnuVUkigJhXnGmHmCRDCLtA6ObjeYXXT7tj8-8nkf5IwPBqt1ZDsXvIZo8MtM9C9N65hc8UmjuYIM86NqlhnF0vOBewKPDyGlPCk8aXa--QlCcLVJHzPjJ-8Z4BlcnE-xfqKiMzFc3OF2Wy_0/w192-h195/SPbritishB.webp" width="192" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The anti-fascist groups regularly met at No. 38 Osborn Street in Morris Curley and Rosie Kersch’s 'Curley’s Café' in Whitechapel from 1937, </span><span>where the walls were hung with photographs of well-known local Jewish boxers and posters to raise funds for Communist causes in Russia. It was a small noisy, crowded café with a highly political clientele and many café regulars, including friends of Beatty, joined the <b>International Brigades </b>and went to Spain to fight in the Civil War which erupted in the summer of 1936 between the left-wing Republican government and General Franco’s fascist Nationalists. Beatty said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The Civil War in Spain had a profound effect on British Jews. We were so moved by what was going on there –it was rousing, we were so involved, Many young Jewish men from Whitechapel joined up and went to fight; many did not come back".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1aDdSA0X1vqLwmS-AjvXWJnY1L5dDhgv_yEUYErvVndffNq5WzOmSD8oF1hXLSIxtrqAx7VhtmHFK8P6oXMqGLpdvInVmBsMwyvhpl5bb9mda_9SEUgnpG_7h80A_Lec3ji259PeEleK-I39NCYPDs-VYFe7F3035DXaxhX68NdbhIzXkE70aCwv79U/s791/Collage_Blackshirt_DailyWorker_Oct03_1936.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="791" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1aDdSA0X1vqLwmS-AjvXWJnY1L5dDhgv_yEUYErvVndffNq5WzOmSD8oF1hXLSIxtrqAx7VhtmHFK8P6oXMqGLpdvInVmBsMwyvhpl5bb9mda_9SEUgnpG_7h80A_Lec3ji259PeEleK-I39NCYPDs-VYFe7F3035DXaxhX68NdbhIzXkE70aCwv79U/s320/Collage_Blackshirt_DailyWorker_Oct03_1936.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">War was on the horizon and terrible things were happening to the relatives of the East End Jewish community in Europe. Civil War was raging in Spain and internationally fascism was on the rise. It was against this background, during a night at Curley’s in 1936, that Beatty first heard about the planned march of Mosley and his uniformed Blackshirts through the heart of the Jewish East End. Beatty's immediate, furious response was :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "We are not having that here!"</span></i></b> She was one of over a hundred thousand people who signed a petition to prevent the march from taking place which was delivered to the Home Secretary, but to no avail. As a result, in the following weeks, trade unions, Socialist and Communist groups, along with the anti-fascists, distributed thousands of leaflets to workshops, cafés and meeting halls, synagogues and tenement blocks and to people on the street about the planned counter protest.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06k1C7ZhYfnA2l_wjySYFYHzV0dHtDXTroWJ_dwbgxlLLLlaOpaG37Z28GqHYJhCT8oyxiZuh3qoV0cpfJrtFzDkJEUtNrLP4jkqGV2XBtEucRMnd9C3SL-wmIIaF-2Ox6kduFMDYRhT4n-xeBLamr4Q_gCOaIth0qAXBXTjsjgnT5jo12ajGu0ETEQo/s290/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="290" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06k1C7ZhYfnA2l_wjySYFYHzV0dHtDXTroWJ_dwbgxlLLLlaOpaG37Z28GqHYJhCT8oyxiZuh3qoV0cpfJrtFzDkJEUtNrLP4jkqGV2XBtEucRMnd9C3SL-wmIIaF-2Ox6kduFMDYRhT4n-xeBLamr4Q_gCOaIth0qAXBXTjsjgnT5jo12ajGu0ETEQo/w165-h99/download%20(5).jpg" width="165" /></a></div>Early in the morning of 4 October 1936, the Communist Party vans were out with loudhailers driving around the streets. As, twenty years later, a twenty-five year old <b>Arnold Wesker</b> dramatised in his play 'Chicken Soup with Barley' </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um6vKmJNA4Y&t=1m0s">(link)</a>, people were called out to join the protest : </span></div><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">"Man your posts! Men and women of the East End come out of your houses! The Blackshirts are marching! Come out! Come out!" </i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">That morning, Beatty remembered leaving home with her best friend Ginny and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"When we got to the top of Goulston Street, my God, there was millions of people there and they were all shouting. There was Irish and Jews, they come from everywhere to join us in the fight, along with women, men, children, just loads of people. You know when the Royal Family come down the streets, there was more people than that. Lots more. I was not frightened because there were hundreds of people there".</span></i></b> In fact, nearly 300,000 joined the protest and many others were afraid and stayed indoors and put the shutters down. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8y0CZcNruyzpNyoaGPE-Xr3NXBY4DyayGOjPsuIRGrj5jcqn3kx9hckP-rtH3vSoAKemjSb1xP8DhExdzHcONrccnrF2o6RKoIM4osZ4Ymn-cy_LzHhdde8mnVD6DhIbWKzJN5mBbV4xz6qDjZTX0cQV_IA63cCoAtVTCIWkb6esgzIUKkLzhfUiFt0/s700/pumpp.webp" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="534" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8y0CZcNruyzpNyoaGPE-Xr3NXBY4DyayGOjPsuIRGrj5jcqn3kx9hckP-rtH3vSoAKemjSb1xP8DhExdzHcONrccnrF2o6RKoIM4osZ4Ymn-cy_LzHhdde8mnVD6DhIbWKzJN5mBbV4xz6qDjZTX0cQV_IA63cCoAtVTCIWkb6esgzIUKkLzhfUiFt0/w74-h98/pumpp.webp" width="74" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;">As the Beatty and Ginny made their way to the meeting point near <b>Aldgate pump</b>, they saw a forest of red flags and banners rising from the crowd with the words : <b>'REMEMBER OLYMPIA' </b>and <b>‘THEY SHALL NOT PASS'. </b>More and more people poured into the area singing and shouting with a roar of noise and emotion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhJD31SQcLSylhuIKbxVJSDhowCSJ5zUYu4YHUd2p6t7dZjQwtdOV3_xTDRGF_KdE_pNokPBKdc11-RIdTgll7P3RMWbcN-AEaYRQ5_UBUSeTJZaLNnsz5BXmPlETdD0dAzPMAoeHGsRHWjR9i1XC3jrWMYmH63FWWjy5poY3ZxNyzJbdPAORy4Nrp78/s620/ela42-2021-cable-st-85th-anniv-2-cable-st-entrance.jpg.article-620.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="620" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhJD31SQcLSylhuIKbxVJSDhowCSJ5zUYu4YHUd2p6t7dZjQwtdOV3_xTDRGF_KdE_pNokPBKdc11-RIdTgll7P3RMWbcN-AEaYRQ5_UBUSeTJZaLNnsz5BXmPlETdD0dAzPMAoeHGsRHWjR9i1XC3jrWMYmH63FWWjy5poY3ZxNyzJbdPAORy4Nrp78/s320/ela42-2021-cable-st-85th-anniv-2-cable-st-entrance.jpg.article-620.jpg" width="320" /></a>Irish dockers, repaying Jewish support for their strike in 1912, joined the throng in their thousands, swarming into the streets armed with pick axes and were joined by Jewish workers from across the borough. Together they formed an impenetrable blockade at Gardiner’s Corner and the demonstrators shouted, <b><i>"No Pasaran!" (They shall not pass), </i></b>the battle cry used by anti-fascists in the Spanish Civil War, along with the slogan <b><i>"Madrid today… London tomorrow".</i></b></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSfja35D9DrLLa-gjSK5Zst7HwHLYUQ6zDlATVblCn6lAC1R7dZw0DNGFyi5lrFBehQAQ7uO2nvvd8zR13b0ANl8RKjHpVvH1Mfh_UPsR7VJGtggqPiYo6uYmAukdnoKU5A-jMjUFZb9ViMPRRCf95GJb_f6a3-U0vmps9yKaS0FKIuHRYU4E0ceGTgs/s350/7765.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="350" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSfja35D9DrLLa-gjSK5Zst7HwHLYUQ6zDlATVblCn6lAC1R7dZw0DNGFyi5lrFBehQAQ7uO2nvvd8zR13b0ANl8RKjHpVvH1Mfh_UPsR7VJGtggqPiYo6uYmAukdnoKU5A-jMjUFZb9ViMPRRCf95GJb_f6a3-U0vmps9yKaS0FKIuHRYU4E0ceGTgs/w227-h168/7765.jpg" width="227" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Beatty described the atmosphere as<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "tense" </span></i></b>but<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "absolutely electric".</span></i></b> At first, she was not afraid, then suddenly the mood shifted. They heard screaming, the shrill sound of police whistles and loud cries somewhere near the front. The crowd was thrown into a state of fright and panic. As pandemonium took hold as the bulk of those assembled fled in one great streaming mass towards where the girls were standing. Mounted police had charged into the throng, indiscriminately hitting protestors with batons and under the great push of people Beatty and Ginny were squeezed ever closer against a shop window. They soon became tightly wedged, unable to move backwards or forwards. Under the tremendous pressure the large window shattered. Ginny fell through and cut her hand badly on a shard of glass. </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-1FSBMrqCYmwD_FqxT3wtKFL_QBP0QMbIb_BTBlYnPVbMqWb_GjV1Hf2wDW8ZYE7pepto6PD89hefKa-PDoGZEQ59zMDLuqOo94hFZvHSV95rrPnOx-o-g7Ns-wm00Fkmy1vOBVWnSeVC7JZeAu_f2_J829UQdjYhA8QP0yt8YRGpI9n2ILrmuPfvvY/s612/Screenshot%20(74).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="612" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-1FSBMrqCYmwD_FqxT3wtKFL_QBP0QMbIb_BTBlYnPVbMqWb_GjV1Hf2wDW8ZYE7pepto6PD89hefKa-PDoGZEQ59zMDLuqOo94hFZvHSV95rrPnOx-o-g7Ns-wm00Fkmy1vOBVWnSeVC7JZeAu_f2_J829UQdjYhA8QP0yt8YRGpI9n2ILrmuPfvvY/s320/Screenshot%20(74).png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Beatty said : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"It was terrifying. We had to go to hospital and get her stitched up"</span> and hundreds of other injured protestors were at the London Hospital when they arrived. Others went to Curley’s Café or the Whitechapel Library, which had both temporarily become emergency first aid centres for the day. When the two of them left the hospital, the crowd at Gardiner’s Corner had largely dispersed, so they walked down to Cable Street together, where the protest had been re-routed. Beatty recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"There was</span><span> a lorry overturned </span><span style="color: #990000;">there and hundreds of people and little bits of fighting breaking out here and there, but not with the fascists - that happened in Aldgate. The fighting was with the police".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA58u8ljblrHMCUuMJYGIQntJU3k8brGzvZpqW3HrfBAS-DoKXBa59BkpBzdQxN2_-Un6HtdSmo3g9n6oR-TNtgPLg6_uW1OfFOy6XBHe7qKWJkXUx_AqJ1aWjh6b9E5K65IQ2whDlK1WOV9ooO8ZrjqXFh8duX2wOo_M69RaFHKhSBToONj3r-dHARs/s770/2b74546fc684425cac08341ea8258b0d_18.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="770" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA58u8ljblrHMCUuMJYGIQntJU3k8brGzvZpqW3HrfBAS-DoKXBa59BkpBzdQxN2_-Un6HtdSmo3g9n6oR-TNtgPLg6_uW1OfFOy6XBHe7qKWJkXUx_AqJ1aWjh6b9E5K65IQ2whDlK1WOV9ooO8ZrjqXFh8duX2wOo_M69RaFHKhSBToONj3r-dHARs/w258-h172/2b74546fc684425cac08341ea8258b0d_18.jpeg" width="258" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">From Cable Street they walked to Royal Mint Street near the Tower of London, where the fascists had congregated in preparation for their march through the East End. There they saw an army of uniformed Blackshirts, banging drums and raising their arms in the Nazi salute. Beattie recalled :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "They were all lined up in a row, thousands of them, with their black suits and jackboots on, waiting for Oswald Mosley to come". </span></i></b>With fights and violent skirmishes breaking out everywhere Beattie said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I was scared of them; they were lashing out at the crowd. They were dangerous, but thank God, I never got hurt. It was frightening, so I said to Ginny : "We’d better get away from here"".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">They now made their way back through the crowds to Cable Street. By then a fierce street battle was raging between thousands of protestors and over 6,000 police officers, including the entire London mounted division. Barricades had been strengthened with corrugated iron, old mattresses and wooden planks. Protestors were hurling broken bottles, fireworks, paving stones, anything they could at the wall of mounted police. Irish and Jewish women living in the dilapidated houses lining the street were throwing buckets of water and emptying chamber pots, pelting the police from above. Repeated baton charges were made directly into the crowd, there were violent fights everywhere and nearly a hundred arrests made. Beatty said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "People were shouting and screaming, so many people, they were throwing marbles on the floor for the horses. I didn’t like that. My great friend, Charlie Goodman got arrested, he climbed up a lamppost. He was a communist, he went to prison for that for about a week". </span></i></b></span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCcqgyJRXtrJ1gPMKSLxH2lXXloO0Ud9xuLgOG8PhikS4z7EwIHPS_d6dehwjlbKz1x6OrFk-kViyCNxEQgHD4e_1W9RBhOKzP3ny5t7R2dLLTESrjRfzYI-QYz33hdzz43UMEHLRPZouIFZ86FLzBRBz20I_F3XUNbnd2gjvInD27yMDKrwXfVsDgq0/s250/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="202" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCcqgyJRXtrJ1gPMKSLxH2lXXloO0Ud9xuLgOG8PhikS4z7EwIHPS_d6dehwjlbKz1x6OrFk-kViyCNxEQgHD4e_1W9RBhOKzP3ny5t7R2dLLTESrjRfzYI-QYz33hdzz43UMEHLRPZouIFZ86FLzBRBz20I_F3XUNbnd2gjvInD27yMDKrwXfVsDgq0/w100-h124/download%20(3).jpg" width="100" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWHwMVydRQmNAMr2xI-CPPuiC-G-CWynLmhwcMDIpu2KL7twBiT6dYlAbpc-MJE64CacCe6JeymjwHkBMR7hYyiPh45T-8q0d5FdGd6y4jL3G9x_w_0JiQBvkbtDP4IpXBzQjx2b1iKdUwDpl2kSU6vcsz4caUA0USLRimo1nmiYCyuHoGRQmbTblX80/s360/Max_Levitas_in_1945%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="240" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWHwMVydRQmNAMr2xI-CPPuiC-G-CWynLmhwcMDIpu2KL7twBiT6dYlAbpc-MJE64CacCe6JeymjwHkBMR7hYyiPh45T-8q0d5FdGd6y4jL3G9x_w_0JiQBvkbtDP4IpXBzQjx2b1iKdUwDpl2kSU6vcsz4caUA0USLRimo1nmiYCyuHoGRQmbTblX80/w85-h128/Max_Levitas_in_1945%20(1).jpg" width="85" /></a><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Max Levitas</b>, who died on November 2018 aged 103 was the last survivor of the Battle of Cable Street and said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"The police force came with their horses to Cable Street, but they didn't get </span></i></b></span></span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">away with it. We stayed there even though people were knocked down with the batons and with the horses. All of a sudden we got a notice that the Government had met and decided that the Fascists would not march because if they did march, there would be deaths because the people around here had enough of them".</span></i></b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfH8zzSk6GU&t=0m02s">(link)</a></div></span></span></span></span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6Icl_RtWU0La6a8Ltbue4A7I-WgNtCVq8klgGZ7YQ25BgA-twlyVGHk8tO7BhXPUdWyeq8bsFm83Q5TGK1qFNVOs1bDop4qQgj-721SHkkhLOdAJUyCH_ObMRG0iZ_ubcZTrFt62AfXTl1mnxCX58yw9JBxZ_3_wBROjhWap40U2-lf7pUaSFlKBwvU/s872/DailyMirror_frontpage_Oct05_1936.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="872" data-original-width="790" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6Icl_RtWU0La6a8Ltbue4A7I-WgNtCVq8klgGZ7YQ25BgA-twlyVGHk8tO7BhXPUdWyeq8bsFm83Q5TGK1qFNVOs1bDop4qQgj-721SHkkhLOdAJUyCH_ObMRG0iZ_ubcZTrFt62AfXTl1mnxCX58yw9JBxZ_3_wBROjhWap40U2-lf7pUaSFlKBwvU/w264-h291/DailyMirror_frontpage_Oct05_1936.png" width="264" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Beatty recalled with pride the moment when, as she said :</span><b><span style="color: #990000;"> <i>"The protestors were singing songs and after a while the police come over the loudspeaker and said :</i></span></b><span style="color: #990000;"><i> </i></span><b>"They are not going to come, they will not pass".</b><span> Huge cheers erupted. The battle had been won. The march was abandoned, </span><span>the </span><span>Blackshirts walked back defeated through the deserted City away from the East End. Beatty said : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Everybody was so excited; we knew they’d never get there. The wonderful thing was that people came from all over to stop them, the dockers as well, but practically all the Jews in London came out, it was an amazing day. We were victorious". </span><span>Celebrations went on late into the night and </span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"There was dancing in the pubs and side streets of the East End".</span> </span></span><span>Needless to say, the 'Daily Mirror' issue the next day was less </span><span>enthusiastic</span><span>. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Beatty recalled the events of the Battle of Cable Street eighty years later when she was ninety-nine years old in 2016. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=10154519972798895">(link)</a></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzW-mIpxiXz3dAOy0Vbr0N9mT1jIc4aGkL2wfSIGEX_HgocNd2rDyK6TSL5y4jRF822zn_ySskImskODSjEUl5jly14Hb0p2hbaRAu49-lciNNsOr1QPdZU2GcW3Mr-rlI3GeKm0uZZKvZOzwOUPNUd981ZqP0rRwJZttg-dOF0CD2v6bjWiilBuMG8R8/s1119/64339.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1119" data-original-width="800" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzW-mIpxiXz3dAOy0Vbr0N9mT1jIc4aGkL2wfSIGEX_HgocNd2rDyK6TSL5y4jRF822zn_ySskImskODSjEUl5jly14Hb0p2hbaRAu49-lciNNsOr1QPdZU2GcW3Mr-rlI3GeKm0uZZKvZOzwOUPNUd981ZqP0rRwJZttg-dOF0CD2v6bjWiilBuMG8R8/w132-h185/64339.jpg" width="132" /></span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When she recalled her social life in the turbulent 1930s she said that as a member of the </span><span>Labour League of Youth :<i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> "</i></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">We used to go on rambles. It was lovely. We went to Southend once. I always used to march to Hyde Park on May Day and carry one of the ropes of our banner. I met my husband John in Victoria Park when I was with the Young Communists League, although I was not a member. They had a Sports Day and my husband was running for St Mary Stratford Atte Bowe because he was a Catholic. I met him and we went to a Labour Party dance. We got married in 1939. </span></i></b><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">We managed to get a flat in the same building as my mother, at the top of the stairs. They were private flats and I remember standing outside with a banner saying, </b><b>‘DON'T PAY NO RENT' <span style="color: #990000;">,</span> </b><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">because the owners would not do the flats up, they did not look after us. It was horrible thing for us to have to do, but it worked. I laugh now when I think about it. I was always brave. I am brave now". </b><span>Beattie said this in 2018, when she was 101 years old.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGREYkSfbOdbadjY7fnULgIxqbyuaPoSSngoNAidUYKIVe3RIFfQViyb1Zr0y5NyFzuJKHmOfuNSkLTgWhdLPbzPsEeK4iATJqv0avKx1QArHz2knkwuD8dbUc_VDhy6JdTy864OSaLPfxEgfBrh1jRb-iDyFy_1jgn8TS22NMszh--fqgDkOsSSOdB50/s255/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="255" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGREYkSfbOdbadjY7fnULgIxqbyuaPoSSngoNAidUYKIVe3RIFfQViyb1Zr0y5NyFzuJKHmOfuNSkLTgWhdLPbzPsEeK4iATJqv0avKx1QArHz2knkwuD8dbUc_VDhy6JdTy864OSaLPfxEgfBrh1jRb-iDyFy_1jgn8TS22NMszh--fqgDkOsSSOdB50/w230-h179/download%20(2).jpg" width="230" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>With the outbreak of the Second World War and the German <b>blitz of London</b> Beatty said :<i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> "We got bombed out of those flats while my husband was in the army. I had a baby so they sent me to Oxford where my husband was based with the York & Lancasters. </i></span><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">I came back to the East End to try to get a flat here and I got caught in one of the air raids, but I knew this was where I had to live. My mother used to get under the stairs in Wentworth St when there was a raid and put a baby’s pot on her head. The War was terrible".</b> </span><span>She said eventually <b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">: "W</b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">e got a three bedroom flat at last, because I had two girls and a boy. I lived sixty-seven years there".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2il4bf7v5I1sA01tHV9SpSn91EApS_J1ns02QVcxzIzRKUsBEjNUBb4IIlFSwm077Z9jjcI1gb6jOxFm_wpjgv7uk7VitFheQGkbuccsXHUcaiIT25dJwIO99QmEgy7QZYK2c6G9K5lshd1-9_TSnHEO-sxji8tvS1nH2Sjx7JTTXlkZN8WU6vR9W7C4/s1024/Beatty-22-years-old-with-John-Orwell-and-June-as-a-baby-taken-in-1939-1024x641.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="1024" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2il4bf7v5I1sA01tHV9SpSn91EApS_J1ns02QVcxzIzRKUsBEjNUBb4IIlFSwm077Z9jjcI1gb6jOxFm_wpjgv7uk7VitFheQGkbuccsXHUcaiIT25dJwIO99QmEgy7QZYK2c6G9K5lshd1-9_TSnHEO-sxji8tvS1nH2Sjx7JTTXlkZN8WU6vR9W7C4/w146-h91/Beatty-22-years-old-with-John-Orwell-and-June-as-a-baby-taken-in-1939-1024x641.jpg" width="146" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Beatty said that after the War :<b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">"My husband never earned much money so I had to carry on working. He had twenty-two shillings a week pension from the Army. He did all kinds of things and then got a job in the Orient Tea Warehouse". </b></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN99b3SrL2y1cI6wTGQvF20HDcrQeMSQP4XPaOpcvqr9yTQwAkWSlM-Fw52E-MRkXBwYXPsxzO4XE2hl2xURHPYhvSlmE_WFp12aQZzu5LjUoNhpw7i1vA_ZMSi_wUhGW8lV6WWi8C3QiQrHzQA9k3fCUdTIlrc0MkzklPotd12mHTedIE1Lm6E5NOac/s620/el28-2021-centenarian-4-beatrice-john-orwell-7.png.article-620.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="620" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN99b3SrL2y1cI6wTGQvF20HDcrQeMSQP4XPaOpcvqr9yTQwAkWSlM-Fw52E-MRkXBwYXPsxzO4XE2hl2xURHPYhvSlmE_WFp12aQZzu5LjUoNhpw7i1vA_ZMSi_wUhGW8lV6WWi8C3QiQrHzQA9k3fCUdTIlrc0MkzklPotd12mHTedIE1Lm6E5NOac/w191-h107/el28-2021-centenarian-4-beatrice-john-orwell-7.png.article-620.jpg" width="191" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><br /></b></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">As communities across Britain rebuilt in the early 1950s, the Orwells joined the Bethnal Green Labour Party and began campaigning. John Orwell was elected as a local councillor and in 1966 and in 1971 served as Mayor of Tower Hamlets, making Beatty<b> the Mayoress. </b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAcz-edcWoCxUWTKfZAPfyEacFyjpC6Gf3dcyo4ScMbSnV0y3fmgx-e77ltHL4KjvvvUzHGoCuZbLvcwyUB9az0kDokR4urpj9tcokwNLh2AHijkZjwDBqaON3B10DH_fPdalXF4-Pm36dygetwH1dSYFtzEJYmYR1Caq5A057QeQm3HFDB4jfY56MNg/s318/download.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="159" data-original-width="318" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAcz-edcWoCxUWTKfZAPfyEacFyjpC6Gf3dcyo4ScMbSnV0y3fmgx-e77ltHL4KjvvvUzHGoCuZbLvcwyUB9az0kDokR4urpj9tcokwNLh2AHijkZjwDBqaON3B10DH_fPdalXF4-Pm36dygetwH1dSYFtzEJYmYR1Caq5A057QeQm3HFDB4jfY56MNg/w256-h128/download.png" width="256" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">She said : "<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Our council was the best council, they were best to the old people. We used to go and visit all the old people’s homes. I never told them I was coming because I used to try and catch them out. We checked the quality of food and how clean it was. </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I was a councillor for ten years from 1972 until 1982. I had to fight to get the seat, but I always loved old people, my husband was the same. He was known as the ‘Singing Mayor’ because he used to sing in all the old people’s homes" </span></i></b><span>As a measure of the substance of Beatty, she had started to visit old people in their homes on a friday night and fifty-nine years later, in 2018, when she was one hundred and one, she was still doing it : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"From when I was forty-two, I used to go round old people’s homes on Friday nights and I still do it. We have dinners together, turkey, roast potatoes and sausages, with trifle for afters".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When interviewed by Louise Raw for the 'Morning Star', when Beatty was asked : when passing British Fascists on the streets of the East End of London, was it frightening for her, as a young Jewish girl, then of only about 15 or 16, to have to walk past them? Beatty replied : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">Well – I shouted at them. "Fascist bastards. I’m afraid ! "</span> </i></span></b></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When Louise asked Beatty what she would she say to those argue we shouldn’t get involved in spontaneously confronting far right groups in Britain today, she replied : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i>“You have got to try to stop them marching. You have to protest, whenever they appear. You can try not to get involved with fascists all you like – but if you don’t, they will get involved with you”.</i></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;">* * * * * * * *</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This post was composed with grateful thanks to Rachel Lichtenstein and <a href="https://writersmosaic.org.uk/content/beatty-orwell-the-battle-of-cable-street-rachel-lichtenstein/">'Writers Mosaic'</a></span></p></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-60957891723687927302023-05-09T08:36:00.037-07:002024-03-14T10:54:35.510-07:00Britain says "Farewell" to the brilliant Rosemary Cramp who, more than any other Archaeologist, opened its eyes to the Anglo Saxons <div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFuRJRXWh10RNviR0ISzXY2dPTucWbAhrkoZByHgpmGz6bi9UDP64X7kBwWckB6XL9AHnVW5LdIcwhHMB1kFxEitXoRxxG2dQjwKXQbrqzcRE4y0epiPHU0LDzHKeJgUjSZAnwigliIxUKyRogtrWfBjvnwCbmd_NFHD15Gt1HlIiUyftkVH3i2eW/s238/images.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: x-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="238" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFuRJRXWh10RNviR0ISzXY2dPTucWbAhrkoZByHgpmGz6bi9UDP64X7kBwWckB6XL9AHnVW5LdIcwhHMB1kFxEitXoRxxG2dQjwKXQbrqzcRE4y0epiPHU0LDzHKeJgUjSZAnwigliIxUKyRogtrWfBjvnwCbmd_NFHD15Gt1HlIiUyftkVH3i2eW/w173-h154/images.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Page views : 371</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div>Rosemary, who has died at the age of ninety-three, was determined, from the 1950s onwards, to put the neglected Anglo Saxons in their rightful place in the History of England. As a result, no other British </span><span>scholar can </span><span>more truly be said to have transformed the subject and no one else has been more innovative </span><span>in relating archaeological study to other disciplines. </span><span>In 2017, after her lifetime's work she was able to say :</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"I am glad that Anglo-Saxon England is seen as what it is: the beginning of everything that was English. So much of our laws and our statutes started there. Our parishes and our settlement patterns were laid down then. And in spite of the Norman Conquest, vigorously and rigorously people continued to speak and write in English, and maintained what had been some of the earliest vernacular literature in Europe".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAXSuX0F7aIfChP3WSo4L6pwb0TLKPvZ_JrnZyMvB5u0NrHk_hRU-I7bCnPpxV83OVHkvPxCD_W3GJQF3RICXSxsrph3qbglhGXrZpDrxq9gNiWtt_UQGR5BXpzdB5W9M6Wd0VMGgIN5xpY5deNj0rjRYzMJbvGisrBW6whBf9fo5A0prc5VDtryd/s1155/2023-05-07.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="1155" height="59" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAXSuX0F7aIfChP3WSo4L6pwb0TLKPvZ_JrnZyMvB5u0NrHk_hRU-I7bCnPpxV83OVHkvPxCD_W3GJQF3RICXSxsrph3qbglhGXrZpDrxq9gNiWtt_UQGR5BXpzdB5W9M6Wd0VMGgIN5xpY5deNj0rjRYzMJbvGisrBW6whBf9fo5A0prc5VDtryd/s320/2023-05-07.png" width="320" /></span></a></i></b></div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD5MdGO0G-URIa8aXUY0ShM087bAIFYCjbnP_W61ERpWsjzRgpZCZkG8USvnpSrF8-zfUGCjLthnA4L2Wv2Us4i_XnslXB_ywdbLqwkzGc2Gl7aOUm1FhAGKfhCku7cE0jXw1EkOCAC-ZkNMoWe6tLQcgdVTQP66qSiiQhq1BFC8RSSV7Vv2bR55i/s597/Cranoe-and-View-of-Langtons.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="597" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD5MdGO0G-URIa8aXUY0ShM087bAIFYCjbnP_W61ERpWsjzRgpZCZkG8USvnpSrF8-zfUGCjLthnA4L2Wv2Us4i_XnslXB_ywdbLqwkzGc2Gl7aOUm1FhAGKfhCku7cE0jXw1EkOCAC-ZkNMoWe6tLQcgdVTQP66qSiiQhq1BFC8RSSV7Vv2bR55i/w268-h135/Cranoe-and-View-of-Langtons.jpg" width="268" /></a></div>Rosemary was born the daughter of Vera and Robert in the spring of 1929 in the village of<b> Cranoe </b>and said that she came from : <b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;"><i>"A</i></span></b></span><span><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> very deeply rooted farming background. My father was a farmer, my grandfather was a farmer, my great-grandfather was a farmer, and so on. I lived in the country at a place called Glooston, near Market Harborough in Leicestershire". </span>She said : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I think I was always meant to be an archaeologist. When I was a very little girl all I wanted for my birthday was the Detective Set".</span></span> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m098mBcO-ks&t=12m46s">(link)</a></span></span></div></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPaBCPxOnW8sZKwxG23Z4pylAeL4pTMdfJA84JMTXubtWJkGYGbiXe2A4WljixTX3o19YMj33rhbFvMFSit35eVn_K_GQi7ShIjUcd9Kvjk4xv_iarpH4CUXSkeMt9vhDghn4bCfytlc8lPoNUjucQQob9VwNzuTymWCXjMDu65e35WGSKFVnNg9V/s540/2023-05-07%20(1).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="540" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPaBCPxOnW8sZKwxG23Z4pylAeL4pTMdfJA84JMTXubtWJkGYGbiXe2A4WljixTX3o19YMj33rhbFvMFSit35eVn_K_GQi7ShIjUcd9Kvjk4xv_iarpH4CUXSkeMt9vhDghn4bCfytlc8lPoNUjucQQob9VwNzuTymWCXjMDu65e35WGSKFVnNg9V/w227-h137/2023-05-07%20(1).png" width="227" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>In 1940, she gained a place at <b>King Edward VII </b></span></span><span><b>Grammar School in Market Harborough </b></span><span>and said that, in the following year : </span><span><span style="font-family: times;"><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">"When I was about twelve, I became an archaeologist – or I thought I did – because we found a Roman villa on our land. To be strictly truthful, my sister said she had found some nice things for the floor of the little house which we were building, as children do in the country". </b>She said she had found the pilae tiles of a Roman building and : <span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"A</b></i></span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">t least I thought it ought to be Roman. I only had a children’s encyclopaedia, and I looked it up there. Then I went to see the Rector, as the most learned person in the village. Like most rectors, he took away part of the Roman things and put them in his garden".</b></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"I thought I ought to report this find to somebody else. The only archaeologist I had ever heard of was Kathleen Kenyon, who had been digging in Leicester. She sent me back the first typewritten letter I had ever received, saying : </span></i></b></span></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIm9r_6TwCekh7CA9K4wg8rea2raeLx7uV6LN2F8Jatr4hWqu-47iQ1GDWA9YgmrlG001RrpcJA5tzoXZqVNX4vKnyoO4bNb3j6Y8K5MD54SSQP6b8rVArAy9_XvNgHkgOIOij834GqmtajFNL8pA8QYuvotpnpnGztLM3_fPCPw3j2fq2_QYNL48N/s958/Screenshot%20(64).png" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="99" data-original-width="958" height="57" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIm9r_6TwCekh7CA9K4wg8rea2raeLx7uV6LN2F8Jatr4hWqu-47iQ1GDWA9YgmrlG001RrpcJA5tzoXZqVNX4vKnyoO4bNb3j6Y8K5MD54SSQP6b8rVArAy9_XvNgHkgOIOij834GqmtajFNL8pA8QYuvotpnpnGztLM3_fPCPw3j2fq2_QYNL48N/w555-h57/Screenshot%20(64).png" width="555" /></span></a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"></span></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjob5qomeLQqWc8zvYIFNTlkx1ZGk9oEn71-0GbmuEmzD-OA5SHDb7rFPq57W4b9KpeR9wuDafG8aYOvUQrc_s9PdSnl4tahIcu70EQ6pIIlB5fJWnpIYi8MYZn_Mj6pqWoVmmdKYez7ljdM2RWXwTPjkpZgIJzvGK5W25-UW5gvN6h7iOGDUSA0BTL/s515/FvYhlrcWcAAOwnd.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="515" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjob5qomeLQqWc8zvYIFNTlkx1ZGk9oEn71-0GbmuEmzD-OA5SHDb7rFPq57W4b9KpeR9wuDafG8aYOvUQrc_s9PdSnl4tahIcu70EQ6pIIlB5fJWnpIYi8MYZn_Mj6pqWoVmmdKYez7ljdM2RWXwTPjkpZgIJzvGK5W25-UW5gvN6h7iOGDUSA0BTL/w264-h238/FvYhlrcWcAAOwnd.jpg" width="264" /></a></span></i></b></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">So we dispensed with the Rector, and the site lay fallow until I was about to go to Oxford University. Then an aged man came, saying he was a real archaeologist – he had dug with Mortimer Wheeler. We dug another wavering trench into the site, and found more wall and this was reported in the </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Market Harborough Advertiser</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1946, just after the end of the Second World War she gained a place to study as an Arts undergraduate for an English Language and Literature degree at St Anne's College, Oxford. She recalled : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"When I got to Oxford, I received a note from the Ashmolean Museum Saying,</span></i></b> <span><i style="font-family: trebuchet;">‘Dear Miss Cramp, Will you come and visit me? M.V. Taylor’. </i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Rosemary's attendance at the University had c</span></span></span><span style="font-family: times;">ome to the attention of archaeologist Margerie Venables Taylor who had written a large number of articles for archaeological journals, had edited the 'Journal of Roman Studies' and contributed material on Roman Britain to the 'Victoria County Histories'. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m098mBcO-ks&t=0m45s">(link)</a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"></span></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjRfiCyYijX4NEVe_jIHI3d0Ka-XRyMZqkU54tTAutM68fPloNQPtYjyTb5wmtf7dcL_SJi7SVFUPSAYj9-bkuxT8ReTJejBsasJ4jc1nxM-3BPzPvq2j0bgVRIhX0VpL7k_CeqPk-fXL33EluUZRWpae08ukbwU_F-3wD0DQNNM68ie3cuxgLtcm/s259/2023-05-07%20(2).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="220" height="109" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjRfiCyYijX4NEVe_jIHI3d0Ka-XRyMZqkU54tTAutM68fPloNQPtYjyTb5wmtf7dcL_SJi7SVFUPSAYj9-bkuxT8ReTJejBsasJ4jc1nxM-3BPzPvq2j0bgVRIhX0VpL7k_CeqPk-fXL33EluUZRWpae08ukbwU_F-3wD0DQNNM68ie3cuxgLtcm/w93-h109/2023-05-07%20(2).png" width="93" /></a></span></i></b></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>Rosemary recalled : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"I thought, ‘Now, I am an archaeologist.’ </i></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Miss Taylor</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> had been assistant to F.J. Haverfield, and was now an elderly woman. When I went to see her, I saw to my slight embarrassment the Market Harborough Advertiser spread in front of her, with this picture of me leaning on a spade and the caption:</span><span> ‘SHE IS GOING TO OXFORD’ </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Miss Taylor said,</span></i></b><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"You think you have found a Roman villa. What makes you think it is a villa?’"</span></i></b><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I didn’t know there was anything except Roman villas, so she destroyed that thought. She asked if I had been taught to survey? "No". Could I draw sections? "No". She went through everything an archaeologist ought to be able to do, and then said,</span></i></b><span> </span><span><span style="color: #351c75; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I think you had better be trained". </span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQR_dtIQbsrwKaVD2DP4qPe-iPPD3gpW0HLKuc6IntuyaqYkvkQl8dBb2ErAZgDzbjxlKXXbhRCm5Eo4-WyJMUM9gGmOkYwPcz-wuddvsl2VZ7gdqVQ58hLhcPLXC8WuZfrxtJrUwk_dpB0mAq7c_qEv9OTBhdY0HdIpSVv4XPrWZ2Gc2_oVO4A02/s345/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="146" data-original-width="345" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQR_dtIQbsrwKaVD2DP4qPe-iPPD3gpW0HLKuc6IntuyaqYkvkQl8dBb2ErAZgDzbjxlKXXbhRCm5Eo4-WyJMUM9gGmOkYwPcz-wuddvsl2VZ7gdqVQ58hLhcPLXC8WuZfrxtJrUwk_dpB0mAq7c_qEv9OTBhdY0HdIpSVv4XPrWZ2Gc2_oVO4A02/w275-h116/download%20(2).jpg" width="275" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>As a result, while still studying for her English Language Lit. Degree, Rosemary </span></span><span>attended the archaeological field school held at Corbridge, Northumberland and was an active member of the Oxford University Archaeological Society which she said was : <b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"A </span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">brilliant Society at that time, with many people involved in it going on to be professional archaeologists". </span></i></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJ3gtC6mD42IgEU3ACPRN0TEL6F45uUOOcmAmPG2-2Y93nVxTArxPb2KxehAiOqwkGWoSYMlVOpKJedFRhnSs-XYaSYwan8SWyVqg2TZM8ID7kHn-Eqjmj7rNZ7KckwnMggyIoPi5V20KHiEUD4LRLTGkKotZ_JXBT-ozKDcFRbTM1mjqbexgm78b/s271/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="186" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJ3gtC6mD42IgEU3ACPRN0TEL6F45uUOOcmAmPG2-2Y93nVxTArxPb2KxehAiOqwkGWoSYMlVOpKJedFRhnSs-XYaSYwan8SWyVqg2TZM8ID7kHn-Eqjmj7rNZ7KckwnMggyIoPi5V20KHiEUD4LRLTGkKotZ_JXBT-ozKDcFRbTM1mjqbexgm78b/w94-h137/download%20(3).jpg" width="94" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZxh5YRTJ3mP9MvQQvPH21SAFxz3bjdv8EFgwdrhOEt2r3lpN8dgpD9ZRelGFBnKcc4U51lxJqJ30c_-XFkBODEYDtg929T8rYop7H-5vHnFC_SknGG6Q8V9ot1447tZKcZlNCNIL_arAvl2K3J0_MVk9TpbYAA9qwk5We39AO6SRlO1lcmIOJr--/s507/Screenshot%20(69).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="345" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZxh5YRTJ3mP9MvQQvPH21SAFxz3bjdv8EFgwdrhOEt2r3lpN8dgpD9ZRelGFBnKcc4U51lxJqJ30c_-XFkBODEYDtg929T8rYop7H-5vHnFC_SknGG6Q8V9ot1447tZKcZlNCNIL_arAvl2K3J0_MVk9TpbYAA9qwk5We39AO6SRlO1lcmIOJr--/w94-h138/Screenshot%20(69).png" width="94" /></a></span>At this stage, for Rosemary, archaeology was not the main focus of her studies, as she said : </span><b><i><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #990000;">"I hadn’t known whether to read History or English at Oxford – I liked both – and in the end had plumped for English. At the end of my first year, I was taught by </span><span>Dorothy Whitelock.</span><span style="color: #990000;"> She told me I should specialise in ‘Course II’, which ranged from primitive Germanic to Spenser". </span></span></i></b></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKTybCbeeazsRRNqf7BBPI6JKSM6E6ByTx9w2TFFBzH8G4M9btscF5jMmrAF55kZsmbHcM_zU2cf7OpWK41ksIPYoTua1_muY32BiuDuLZKK3nesh3SqCaIwJkyzQpiUtvzRhiEl6ib5eHjJNURQpObDNZmnee5UxNK93Fo_Q2G4BVPAFcAB3UDca/s312/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="312" height="83" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKTybCbeeazsRRNqf7BBPI6JKSM6E6ByTx9w2TFFBzH8G4M9btscF5jMmrAF55kZsmbHcM_zU2cf7OpWK41ksIPYoTua1_muY32BiuDuLZKK3nesh3SqCaIwJkyzQpiUtvzRhiEl6ib5eHjJNURQpObDNZmnee5UxNK93Fo_Q2G4BVPAFcAB3UDca/w97-h83/download%20(12).jpg" width="97" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1Pl416djr0AWZk0CrPD_b4_me8xje7oBVWMedgI_mMaiGLLEPuDXsztiUyFnJDaHplsuYPIAWSxwTYhN7TSs3jXukrEPnH8kkuSrW-xXuRfzNxJY9ZP8L_EYBG8thJ389EX3ASHg2XFqp1r940osnW07uXskE_bJM8tp9OmwYI0r2eV4OgTrs6zp/s196/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="173" data-original-width="196" height="84" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1Pl416djr0AWZk0CrPD_b4_me8xje7oBVWMedgI_mMaiGLLEPuDXsztiUyFnJDaHplsuYPIAWSxwTYhN7TSs3jXukrEPnH8kkuSrW-xXuRfzNxJY9ZP8L_EYBG8thJ389EX3ASHg2XFqp1r940osnW07uXskE_bJM8tp9OmwYI0r2eV4OgTrs6zp/w95-h84/download%20(13).jpg" width="95" /></a>Rosemary graduated with her Bachelor of Arts degree in 1949. One of her tutors had been the author <b>Iris Murdoch</b> who thirty years later went on <span>the dedicate her 1979 novel, 'The Sea' to Rosemary. <br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObPCAqo_wXlVuDg1YEybMqAF5SBD5kKHMSif13w_BfYWvzaLfMMvi9jeCn7hmJ9grVv2NI-_VI0oWICHrRljPGi7bbmaveT-tDyb9JyZQVLZTQBs8fl5awy1DpZc0Pa9IOmM1Lt8Nx6abk88ERLS7HahlUo59OPswKTsXfTzHI57fmr-q8o9tvqJ8/s354/Christopher_Hawkes.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="282" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObPCAqo_wXlVuDg1YEybMqAF5SBD5kKHMSif13w_BfYWvzaLfMMvi9jeCn7hmJ9grVv2NI-_VI0oWICHrRljPGi7bbmaveT-tDyb9JyZQVLZTQBs8fl5awy1DpZc0Pa9IOmM1Lt8Nx6abk88ERLS7HahlUo59OPswKTsXfTzHI57fmr-q8o9tvqJ8/w89-h112/Christopher_Hawkes.jpg" width="89" /></a><span>As a mark of her brilliance as a student, she remained at St Anne's, where Iris was a fellow and taught philosophy and Rosemary studied for a postgraduate Bachelor of Letters degree under <b>Christopher Hawkes</b>, who had been appointed as </span><span>Professor of European Archaeology at Oxford three years before. She said at</span><span> this point : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I realised that my interest in archaeology and my interest in Anglo-Saxon were coming together. I taught my students a lot about the historical background and the archaeological evidence. In those days, there weren’t many people bringing those two together. And then, working with Christopher Hawkes, I started a B.Litt. thesis which had the catchy title : </span></i></b><span> ‘SOME ASPECTS OF OLD ENGLISH VOCABULARY IN THE LIGHT OF RECENT ARCHEOLOGICAL EVIDENCE'<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">".</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>Her first paper, on ‘Beowulf and Archaeology’, focused on the epic poem set in pagan Scandinavia in the 6th century where Beowulf, a hero of the Geats, came to the aid of Hrothgar, the King of the Danes, whose mead hall in Heorot has been under attack by the monster Grendel. It was published in 1957 </span>when she was twenty-eight and the paper brimmed with erudition : </div></div></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLt4xL2FqMcsB9HzRge2MvkpfoOL8CuOMhXZQwWNIOJBS1lFJYQii9kLVAkQKWl1Aw_6-GcZwe1CWayYL13pW6eXK1mEi9NPyyj8O3G9bkEePWbONychjqTLZOhIXXEC8YnPXmHVS4_rszFj0AgjqCwuZChRBLlBQ9XYaM7zgIl0TiBK2j1sNTfMDJ/s957/Screenshot%20(67).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="957" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLt4xL2FqMcsB9HzRge2MvkpfoOL8CuOMhXZQwWNIOJBS1lFJYQii9kLVAkQKWl1Aw_6-GcZwe1CWayYL13pW6eXK1mEi9NPyyj8O3G9bkEePWbONychjqTLZOhIXXEC8YnPXmHVS4_rszFj0AgjqCwuZChRBLlBQ9XYaM7zgIl0TiBK2j1sNTfMDJ/w516-h129/Screenshot%20(67).png" width="516" /></a></i></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>By this time she had embarked on her career in academia as tutor in English at St Anne’s College, Oxford and said of herself : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"When I was 21, I turned from being a disorganised undergraduate to being a disorganised young don, teaching Anglo-Saxon at St Anne’s College, Oxford ". </span></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>From Oxford, Rosemary moved to Durham University and recalled :<span style="font-family: times;"> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span></span><span><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A rather strange job came up in Durham. It required you to be able to teach History, English and a fledgling Archaeology group. On </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Christopher Hawke</span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times;">s’s advice, I applied rather half-heartedly, got it, and a bit reluctantly came north. After a few years, we started an Archaeology course on its own, and then broadened that into what became, I’d like to think, a great Archaeology department"</span>. </span><span>Rosemary recalled, with the Anglo Saxons in mind :</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #990000;">"When I first came to the North I was pointed out by the Romanists and Prehistorians as </span>"The girl coming to study the paper cup culture, because there was nothing there"</span><span style="color: #990000;">.</span></span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m098mBcO-ks&t=8m53s">(link)</a></span></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2CtG8sr1rtS-jCMCfB5hLa9ke1hfXhDDQ7oUJ5mk_BaTLlhI6lHTQAjOqsikulVlt7_hRwPHXljzsfQJf__HkpIWvz9qUVsphBHeuNKBlUACiDHT2ZvUvfrryPgQl7ZaBmN2gZ4wXJerX9IReZN8fYM1hzLxcRVZCwyXa6XDLDdE6z8wpzRy7dta/s257/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="196" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2CtG8sr1rtS-jCMCfB5hLa9ke1hfXhDDQ7oUJ5mk_BaTLlhI6lHTQAjOqsikulVlt7_hRwPHXljzsfQJf__HkpIWvz9qUVsphBHeuNKBlUACiDHT2ZvUvfrryPgQl7ZaBmN2gZ4wXJerX9IReZN8fYM1hzLxcRVZCwyXa6XDLDdE6z8wpzRy7dta/w88-h115/download%20(5).jpg" width="88" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>In fact, it was in 1956, that </span></span><span>with<b> Eric Birley,</b> the Hadrian's Wall expert, she set up the </span><span>Archaeology Department at Durham. It would be where she would spend the rest of her teaching career, first as lecturer and then from 1971, at the age of forty-two, as Professor Cramp and, as the first female professor in the history of the university, she </span><span>helped build the department into one </span><span>the best in Britain. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3f2ZQCcKqbdfUh_I3B4eCklwApjPbE-YX7y5MMrtTjOYxdOSngpus3a-chq0k25z9H70eTvhC7D3xWDCApJHibVA68c7TIK4V_TMqPn0rw2DXRmiUif_mXO4KdSZRYQDZ1MZyR5bAtQ564GeTQNmguJFjTAMd8xXF4CD0XFJe39BhA5qlfTV0cpgK/s247/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="204" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3f2ZQCcKqbdfUh_I3B4eCklwApjPbE-YX7y5MMrtTjOYxdOSngpus3a-chq0k25z9H70eTvhC7D3xWDCApJHibVA68c7TIK4V_TMqPn0rw2DXRmiUif_mXO4KdSZRYQDZ1MZyR5bAtQ564GeTQNmguJFjTAMd8xXF4CD0XFJe39BhA5qlfTV0cpgK/w101-h123/download%20(6).jpg" width="101" /></a></span><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>From the start, Rosemary was very clear about what was needed from her students </span></span><span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m098mBcO-ks&t=1396s">(link)</a>. </span></span><span><span><span><span>As Professor </span></span></span></span></div></span><span><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDj5hh2iiepUMoYTPp8ZgujAAqMnsm73u3_DjgIeHDI_qqRXQLyCU2jNbVI0mpT14_S8Gs6eSLP2U1LSJU7irvzgxjYlGfFFSmXcG1ipA5QMvT5hOnTZlh8k8c6eXyYh7sx-RPfjSJIH7hIWxj_q9B37CcN_lIh7sN7bHqlKLa9_gl2t_LYOdVp4B/s998/Jarrow-StPaul-Winter.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="998" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDj5hh2iiepUMoYTPp8ZgujAAqMnsm73u3_DjgIeHDI_qqRXQLyCU2jNbVI0mpT14_S8Gs6eSLP2U1LSJU7irvzgxjYlGfFFSmXcG1ipA5QMvT5hOnTZlh8k8c6eXyYh7sx-RPfjSJIH7hIWxj_q9B37CcN_lIh7sN7bHqlKLa9_gl2t_LYOdVp4B/w233-h132/Jarrow-StPaul-Winter.jpg" width="233" /></a>Éamonn Ó Carragáin of </span><span>University College </span><span>Cork </span><span>said in 2003 :<b><i><span style="color: #38761d;"> "</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #38761d;"><span>If in the seventh century the Abbess Hild made the monastery at </span><span>Whitby into a training place of bishops, Rosemary Cramp made Archaeology at Durham </span><span>into a training place of such scholars as Richard Bailey, Ray Page, Deirdre O’Sullivan and </span><span>the late Jim Lang. The Department was particularly active in encouraging Durham city and </span></span></i></b><span><b><i><span style="color: #38761d;">town to become aware of the historical significance of the surrounding area".</span></i></b> He said that, to</span><span> this end, she had always been </span><span>involved in the prestigious 'Jarrow Lectures', held yearly </span><span>on or near Bede’s feast-day, in th<b>e church at Jarrow</b>, where Bede once sang.</span><p></p></span><p></p></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zRLa83TARP-bfQu5NPP3Fwuiq5tHs6MAwDKCkB3xMDEbR554ACZQfQLdOLDVkbiqBUGVZ_zlDf3DfpjGDZ3DLNuitQji38Lzy-qlseRSxk6w_jN0eea0r9826pew-P8KIC-MhuMjE7q7zvEpbGX3ik-clVNZGV4aYozwA11ZxbQcLGQhtcYtBda8/s608/bede-person-page.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="608" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zRLa83TARP-bfQu5NPP3Fwuiq5tHs6MAwDKCkB3xMDEbR554ACZQfQLdOLDVkbiqBUGVZ_zlDf3DfpjGDZ3DLNuitQji38Lzy-qlseRSxk6w_jN0eea0r9826pew-P8KIC-MhuMjE7q7zvEpbGX3ik-clVNZGV4aYozwA11ZxbQcLGQhtcYtBda8/w233-h131/bede-person-page.jpg" width="233" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>At Durham, geographically, she had found herself in an area rich in </span><span>An</span><span>glo Saxon possibilities. The <b>Venerable Bede, </b>imagined in this </span></span><span>12th-century illustration in a copy of his 'Life of St Cuthbert', was </span><span>the eight century English monk, whose '</span><span>Ecclesiastical History of the English People' earned him the title of </span><span>'Father of English History'. And Bede once lived and worked only 20 miles north at the </span><span>monastery of St Paul at </span><span>Monkwearmouth–Jarrow Abbey in Tyne and Wear i</span><span>n the Angle Kingdom of Northumbria. Rosemary admitted : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;"><span>"</span><span>It was certainly a great thrill living so near to where Bede was, and Durham itself is a town that is steeped in Anglo-Saxon history. I have stayed and been very happy here".</span></span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>She told </span><span>James Rivington in 2019 : </span><span style="font-family: times;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I was extremely lucky to have fall into my lap the excavations at both sites of the double monastery of Monkwearmouth-Jarrow. Although at both Monkwearmouth and Jarrow there are still the churches that date, in part, anyway, from the 7th century, there is nothing left of the monastic buildings on either site. Indeed, no one knew where they were. We know a certain amount from Bede about the Monkwearmouth-Jarrow monastic community, and people used to say to me : </span><span style="color: #38761d;">"It must be nice for you digging a site that Bede has talked about"</span></i></b><span style="color: #38761d;">;</span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i> </i></b><b><i>but he tells you nothing about how it was laid out".</i></b></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>She recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"At Monkwearmouth, when I worked on the south side of the church, the houses were still occupied, and I was digging in people’s backyards; it was sometimes difficult to get access to them, but eventually you were nobody unless you had a trench in your yard". </span></i></b></span>To police the site, Rosemary employed the kind of down-to-earth practical solution you would expect from a farmer's daughter and said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"We recruited small children to look after the trenches at night. As a reward they were allowed to trowel through the barrows of excavated soil to see if any bit of pot had been missed and tipped in with it; sometimes they found them. And when they had done three years of that, I had a special trench in which they could learn how to trowel properly. I have always involved the local communities in my digs. You can show them the past and make them enthused about it, part of it and willing to protect it, all of which is important".</span></i></b></span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcNVBDJHUHLOxd8heqRrNM_MvflTbej1wqJGGjetQx08dKYK2WOBptAm_Fi92s82Mltc1Ko7y2zk_ahVqPVZhS4YvVRKag4qy3DtHkpuyHSgTuzUqZfeivuGwbXNGYOeWNIolqMKnBAaJUKLu4xBzJZIbANpPlcgkzPEHQePBzcbdazr_imxMJ1JZ/s348/TELEMMGLPICT000334187923_trans_NvBQzQNjv4BqqVzuuqpFlyLIwiB6NTmJwfSVWeZ_vEN7c6bHu2jJnT8.heic" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="226" data-original-width="348" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcNVBDJHUHLOxd8heqRrNM_MvflTbej1wqJGGjetQx08dKYK2WOBptAm_Fi92s82Mltc1Ko7y2zk_ahVqPVZhS4YvVRKag4qy3DtHkpuyHSgTuzUqZfeivuGwbXNGYOeWNIolqMKnBAaJUKLu4xBzJZIbANpPlcgkzPEHQePBzcbdazr_imxMJ1JZ/w207-h135/TELEMMGLPICT000334187923_trans_NvBQzQNjv4BqqVzuuqpFlyLIwiB6NTmJwfSVWeZ_vEN7c6bHu2jJnT8.heic" width="207" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Simultaneously</span><span>, Rosemary now took on the dig at the monastery at Jarrow where she found that</span></span> the Ministry of Works had restored the existing buildings and made them safe and she now wanted to date them which was all she was asked to do. She <span>started with a couple of trial trenches and then the next year, in 1965, dug inside a building and found, underneath the walls, another stone structure and one with an 'opus signinum floor', which she knew would be Anglo-Saxon.<span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span>She said : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-style: italic;"><b>"Nothing stopped me after that. I dropped the idea of just dating the standing buildings, and went for trying to find the plan of the monastery".</b></span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pj94lCho1Wk&t=1m53s">(link)</a></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_RWxpPyOlrrfiJTr7rZEemQ1cyBh693uN6WUkn1OFoG4p9mYNtjORCYwqCjF2ACpJb7J7zkdb-QGLlo2D5X3bHDPcOy4a6fvogMuAG9hoOnpKGA2m3n-PgGmkK3LHSNNsnmoeMEfKx44hHdv2rN0QI0eA7gnN2Nd5UINnHHukDPyuY-9xIN1__-N/s616/issue_42_2010_feat3.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="449" data-original-width="616" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_RWxpPyOlrrfiJTr7rZEemQ1cyBh693uN6WUkn1OFoG4p9mYNtjORCYwqCjF2ACpJb7J7zkdb-QGLlo2D5X3bHDPcOy4a6fvogMuAG9hoOnpKGA2m3n-PgGmkK3LHSNNsnmoeMEfKx44hHdv2rN0QI0eA7gnN2Nd5UINnHHukDPyuY-9xIN1__-N/w246-h179/issue_42_2010_feat3.jpg" width="246" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Four years later, in 1969 she took the opportunity to explain the excavations at Jarrow to the Mayor of the town. No doubt she would have told him that </span></span><span>Wearmouth–Jarrow was the creation of Northumbrian nobleman Benedict Biscop between 628 and 690 A.D. who had visited Rome and was inspired by the Christian life he saw there. </span><span>In 674 he had approached King Ecgfrith of Northumbria to ask for a gift of land for a monastery and was first given a large estate to found St Peter’s, Wearmouth. Then in 681 he received land at Jarrow to found St Paul’s and the twin monastery probably once owned much of the land between the rivers Tyne and Wear. </span><span>Biscop brought stonemasons and glaziers from France, who created some of the first stone buildings in Northumbria since the Roman period. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1nwTsVdwBMYZLPmTaS7Phw4_Ww9A7Y3W3StYEGcGxDOdW_vt8Ya9RQWgGFi5GJeZn-rOboSDRTx0LKP4krBlskpN0o2TGzi_KITmfsYcNVXBO-vZzQ2jInFY61xy8hAvnxkheSr5sFv9KccFkTsrFoRWI4672kRSnoKCohsMp765wGZp2x2aTVnY/s540/anglo-saxon-recon-jarrow.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="540" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1nwTsVdwBMYZLPmTaS7Phw4_Ww9A7Y3W3StYEGcGxDOdW_vt8Ya9RQWgGFi5GJeZn-rOboSDRTx0LKP4krBlskpN0o2TGzi_KITmfsYcNVXBO-vZzQ2jInFY61xy8hAvnxkheSr5sFv9KccFkTsrFoRWI4672kRSnoKCohsMp765wGZp2x2aTVnY/w211-h144/anglo-saxon-recon-jarrow.jpg" width="211" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Rosemary's excavations revealed that the earliest monastery had two churches, lying parallel to two large buildings, with a guesthouse close to the river. She knew that i<span>t was not uncommon for Anglo-Saxon monasteries to have more than one church. The larger one may have served local people as well as the monk with the smaller church was perhaps reserved exclusively for monks, or may have been used as a funerary chapel. </span><span>Of the two other large buildings, one had settings in the floor that might have supported seating and food debris such as fish bones was also found, suggesting that this was a refectory. </span><span>The other building contained a large, finely decorated room, probably used as a communal hall with a central stone seat from which the abbot may have presided over meetings of the monks. Each building may have had an upper floor containing dormitories. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPOZZCk4NZU4tVCiG-Zqj2qCLTD8jdvki81JWww_fLt7dSbN5HQGiZ-pqHxwEshTz0CnxV7unLfMS2VubzRZHRiDq1SiiltPD0JrnsmlLqjtuGPQ0XzB2f4x5tolV6r8By-PiaujAiAeaWAJ-i3tZUz53nykGqfGQ_mjOUnqP74DkczDzz59V7LAh/s228/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="228" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPOZZCk4NZU4tVCiG-Zqj2qCLTD8jdvki81JWww_fLt7dSbN5HQGiZ-pqHxwEshTz0CnxV7unLfMS2VubzRZHRiDq1SiiltPD0JrnsmlLqjtuGPQ0XzB2f4x5tolV6r8By-PiaujAiAeaWAJ-i3tZUz53nykGqfGQ_mjOUnqP74DkczDzz59V7LAh/w118-h115/download%20(11).jpg" width="118" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01YfRb8CbywkmEUxvK26ga0aUAKMW5Sl8lsULTI1uFNq7Xg0WzFMctsx0W4hxsGNlsiVuo_Eh89Tzlm0IIZVDBnDdsFGe_VTyL7MLiEeLTKbzNNqYgBUVTIZXo-N2Vq-wJvnAfF9U2GTJVKqkzKe1UscjFSuoCCCj3b0rI-qY9OQm621PlDMtH8Ky/s265/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="190" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01YfRb8CbywkmEUxvK26ga0aUAKMW5Sl8lsULTI1uFNq7Xg0WzFMctsx0W4hxsGNlsiVuo_Eh89Tzlm0IIZVDBnDdsFGe_VTyL7MLiEeLTKbzNNqYgBUVTIZXo-N2Vq-wJvnAfF9U2GTJVKqkzKe1UscjFSuoCCCj3b0rI-qY9OQm621PlDMtH8Ky/w113-h157/download%20(10).jpg" width="113" /></a>The guesthouse by the riverside was finely decorated with painted plaster and coloured glass windows. Craft and industrial activity such as metal- and glass-working also took place on the riverside and there was evidence for terraced gardens on the south-facing slope towards the river, where vegetables and herbs were likely to have been grown. </span><span>Rosemary had been working at Jarrow for nearly a decade when she fell upon fragments of shattered glass during 1973-74, </span><span>which she said were : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“Like jewels lying on the ground". </span>T</span><span>hey remain the largest quantity found among comparable sites in Europe and the fragments were joined together by craftsmen in the 1980s to make a seven inch diameter window which was displayed in the surviving Anglo-Saxon chancel in St.Paul's Church, Jarrow.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The dig at Jarrow continued over a number of seasons, with the last dig when Rosemary was fifty-five in 1984. She said :<span style="font-family: times;"> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It was a large part of my life, and hundreds of students went through this experience".</span></i></b></span> Apparently, students working on the site were given a ration of strawberries and ice cream during their breaks and when one student found his lunch topped up with tomatoes he was told by Rosemary :<span style="font-family: times;"> </span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times;">"I will not have scurvy on one of my digs".</span></i> By this time Rosemary had a very clear view of what it meant to be an archaeologist.<i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m098mBcO-ks&t=15m19s">(link)</a></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTSh58Tdp4_Won5rWovWU22M3_4VSkB7laIZHLBmF7Y5oDAuk3i8ybhHqm3VTHkW-Umx3wWsrElsY4vyN42uZf1H7FKZTXKcwsQw1uQ35CF7XQ6T6P5iC5QJ-t6I46qoIAHAbkXHPsWyGxU4xXeK-LaKaLrUGG9l9oN74UQNx2WCdnu1HxEpSoECn/s298/s-l400.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="236" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTSh58Tdp4_Won5rWovWU22M3_4VSkB7laIZHLBmF7Y5oDAuk3i8ybhHqm3VTHkW-Umx3wWsrElsY4vyN42uZf1H7FKZTXKcwsQw1uQ35CF7XQ6T6P5iC5QJ-t6I46qoIAHAbkXHPsWyGxU4xXeK-LaKaLrUGG9l9oN74UQNx2WCdnu1HxEpSoECn/w125-h158/s-l400.jpg" width="125" /></a></div>It was in 1984 that she founded the </span><span>'Corpus of Anglo-Saxon Stone Sculpture'. Rosemary recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"</span></i></b></span><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The idea of recording the pre-Conquest stone sculpture of England came up when I was still teaching in Oxford. V.E. Nash-Williams had just published his book on 'The Early Christian Monuments of Wales', and he came to lecture in Oxford. He said : </span><span style="color: #351c75; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Something like that needs to be done for England. You should try it".</span></span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times;"> As soon as I got to Durham, I looked around for a research project that would be suitable. We do have in this region an extensive collection of carved Anglo-Saxon stones, and I decided that, with the help of my first two research students, Richard Bailey and Jim Lang, we would try to record these"</span>.</i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m098mBcO-ks&t=1m54s">(link</a>)</span></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFeFsojfHBSaCrpei3FBF1v8uRW6ZEsDYzCMSYhZ6yOYKqcsgycZH7tO0p2aTigqWaDzMa908sIXPQ1znWjq1EWr-gPBQ89rxgKFsZ2VK2ZPTDSwtTkg_AzHm3vN8U7u82s-nWJDvbP8pumhpLO2mUPWJt7vhZpj1qigE0WMJzaGDEw28S6sclsIc/s238/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="126" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFeFsojfHBSaCrpei3FBF1v8uRW6ZEsDYzCMSYhZ6yOYKqcsgycZH7tO0p2aTigqWaDzMa908sIXPQ1znWjq1EWr-gPBQ89rxgKFsZ2VK2ZPTDSwtTkg_AzHm3vN8U7u82s-nWJDvbP8pumhpLO2mUPWJt7vhZpj1qigE0WMJzaGDEw28S6sclsIc/w65-h123/download%20(7).jpg" width="65" /></a><span>With her project partners, Rosemary took on the counties of </span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbZN1wC3tPw2AslD8-bwTxyfNNz0S65yakJolVeaIKSZMxywlcwqiWI9q8p23124xwDisj4zEQGv3VlyxBVcQXl3_UggOYqNabqienMGnNn98vnknurXX9LL6pKMAn7myMXTSKcQGNOxUv1wdCzOqWo19UonBaJJjmp2ecJAG_71n3wh2fzYdZRxl/s292/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="173" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbZN1wC3tPw2AslD8-bwTxyfNNz0S65yakJolVeaIKSZMxywlcwqiWI9q8p23124xwDisj4zEQGv3VlyxBVcQXl3_UggOYqNabqienMGnNn98vnknurXX9LL6pKMAn7myMXTSKcQGNOxUv1wdCzOqWo19UonBaJJjmp2ecJAG_71n3wh2fzYdZRxl/w123-h208/download%20(8).jpg" width="123" /></a>Durham and Northumberland, Richard Bailey, Cumbria and <b>Jim Lang</b> on the East Riding of Yorkshire. By 2019 Rosemary reported : <b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;"><i>"T</i></span></b></span><span><span><span style="font-family: times;"><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">o date we have recorded 3,528 stones from 1,101 sites – an extraordinary wealth of material"</b>.</span> One of these was the <b>'Lichfield Angel'</b> discovered in 2003 and now in Lichfield Cathedral and another found in Somerset was being used to mark the grave of a pet cat.<a href="https://corpus.awh.durham.ac.uk/news.php">(link)</a></span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In terms of methodology, Rosemary said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">We first look at written records, to see if we can find things that have been written up long ago and forgotten. Then there is fieldwork, which usually takes many years for each volume. In some areas, every medieval church has been looked at, to make absolutely certain nothing has been missed. It has been a remarkable effort by my colleagues, because they are only paid their travel expenses and they normally give up their holidays. Once the project is known, people do ring you up and ask, ‘Do you know about this?’ And this can be very helpful. We also answer a lot of queries from the curators of sculpture sites".</span></i></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Rosemary lamented the way that Saxon sculpture had been neglected and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">"After the Norman Conquest, because the Normans, so miserably, I think, despised Anglo-Saxon architecture, pieces were built into walls and they have emerged later. At the Reformation, a lot were destroyed, as Popish monuments. So, many sculptures are shattered fragments. This contrasts with Ireland, where so many crosses are still standing in their place".</span></i></b></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFVCBa64DW0_InZXHLOGPDIuQ0kHRz335jcaDqHZk_snByYhWK4OgeR0Gc80luW5XN_gwszO96OCxZ14JFWBGJq9Uf5DWcU-dBZIFRaAwiXM0ppjCHsQVVduubnHPWHJw_FSQVAc1IysBC5C8qSt50wlb6Se1f4zH6OaB6u8D5IkwEQwN4ALR8GBE/s310/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="310" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFVCBa64DW0_InZXHLOGPDIuQ0kHRz335jcaDqHZk_snByYhWK4OgeR0Gc80luW5XN_gwszO96OCxZ14JFWBGJq9Uf5DWcU-dBZIFRaAwiXM0ppjCHsQVVduubnHPWHJw_FSQVAc1IysBC5C8qSt50wlb6Se1f4zH6OaB6u8D5IkwEQwN4ALR8GBE/w261-h137/download%20(9).jpg" width="261" /></a></div>Back in 1993, determined to interest the public in the Anglo Saxons she became involved in the £10 million <b>'Bede's World' </b>attraction at Jarrow which drew 70,000 visitors a year. It ran into financial trouble in 2016 and since opened under new management with a broader interest base as 'Jarrow Hall'. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezfE82GR6JiAYSbqgqRsoo-7C4kOs8xx2-NBVzKyem5ki4kA0Gd5zwEwSKZFmx9Uy4yvFYmXGCBeMft5QApgNo0BP-4F1NLTXL2S9NACJysy0dDUhoRVpptRYMPAV9JIxkgfihlfipTPZHBvjEfoLr7YPZmK99mPJ01wxqxO3U-YOuhRDCINNvxE3/s330/Rom,_Santa_Maria_in_Cosmedin,_Innenansicht_2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="330" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezfE82GR6JiAYSbqgqRsoo-7C4kOs8xx2-NBVzKyem5ki4kA0Gd5zwEwSKZFmx9Uy4yvFYmXGCBeMft5QApgNo0BP-4F1NLTXL2S9NACJysy0dDUhoRVpptRYMPAV9JIxkgfihlfipTPZHBvjEfoLr7YPZmK99mPJ01wxqxO3U-YOuhRDCINNvxE3/w230-h171/Rom,_Santa_Maria_in_Cosmedin,_Innenansicht_2.jpg" width="230" /></a></div>She always </span>insisted that Anglo-Saxon culture must be seen in its continental context and wrote eloquently on ‘Northumbria and Ireland’. There is no doubt that She transformed our understanding of early medieval monastic culture : its iconography, sculpture, architecture, manuscripts, and spirituality. </span><span>Professor Éamonn Ó Carragáin recalled that : <b><i><span style="color: #38761d;">"</span></i></b></span><b><i><span><span style="color: #38761d;">On the first University College Cork study tour of the City of Rome </span><span><span style="color: #38761d;">in 1994, she entered the early medieval </span>basilica of Santa Maria in Cosmedin<span style="color: #38761d;"> for the first </span></span><span style="color: #38761d;">time and electrified the medievalists present by explaining in vivid detail how the basilica </span><span style="color: #38761d;">gave one a good impression of what the church at Wearmouth must have looked like in the </span><span style="color: #38761d;">time of Benedict Biscop and Bede. </span><span style="color: #38761d;">We can truly apply to her the words which Bede used </span></span></i></b><span><b><i><span style="color: #38761d;">of Benedict Biscop, the founder of Wearmouth and Jarrow :</span></i></b> '<b>As often as </b>(s)<b>he crossed the </b></span><span><b>sea, </b>(s)<b>he never returned, as is the custom with some people, empty-handed and without </b></span><span><b>profit’ <span style="color: #38761d;">".</span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Rosemary said : </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>"My life wasn’t anything planned. It emerged in the shape that it did. </span><span><span>I was the first female professor of archaeology – happily there are now plenty of them"</span><span>. </span></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>* * * * * * * *</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="text-align: left;"> In grateful thanks to James Rivington's</span><a href="https://www.thebritishacademy.ac.uk/publishing/review/35/british-academy-review-35-rosemary-cramp-interview/" style="text-align: left;"> interview with Rosemary for the British Academy</a><span style="text-align: left;"> in 2019</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #990000; 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text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbYDQOFB2y27dHwKSRQuXwob29q4SP68ZjsYhoDNftbq5fwy0wp1zmoprAGaYb5pAhCVax_GW18nm5oU2iT1d-eB0WmaencUi0PDZjKPpGbbc3Mau33rwLoTlfe2lWQ086D6C99Ex0c8dKbUkGn4USYqjyWUyFRP_g5xazZnzC_RzqJSzpZg1QNdb/s225/Harold-Riley-Artist.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbYDQOFB2y27dHwKSRQuXwob29q4SP68ZjsYhoDNftbq5fwy0wp1zmoprAGaYb5pAhCVax_GW18nm5oU2iT1d-eB0WmaencUi0PDZjKPpGbbc3Mau33rwLoTlfe2lWQ086D6C99Ex0c8dKbUkGn4USYqjyWUyFRP_g5xazZnzC_RzqJSzpZg1QNdb/w179-h179/Harold-Riley-Artist.jpg" width="179" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Page views : 325 </span><span style="font-size: large;">Over a 65 year career as an artist, Harold's talent wasn't confined to painting, he also excelled as an accomplished, lithographer, graphic artist and was a noted photographer. When he was eleven years old he met the fifty seven year old L.S. Lowry, the revered artist of the industrial districts of North West England and went on to form a friendship with him when he was as an art student. Harold was determined to continue his hero’s mission to create a visual archive of, in his case, the changing face of the Greater Manchester city of Salford. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * *</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLC2YimZl5oOcgSSlYUMadySBmRwbw97JxQFwmeybcUFVVx9qw8L_xo0Dow0jA4CxKCxhwTsB4_Quk9dgYefSWYoZrKnqeNFuQ4xY_U5fQprT4IstKOzao8EhEgJ8mouPyahIBu1NsBYh_o39_3goitSZi4oDOWUdxnpQ0LWNGpHQesvoMSHrWdhs/s1280/Terraced-house-backs-Salford-1970-168-29-1280x835.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="1280" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLC2YimZl5oOcgSSlYUMadySBmRwbw97JxQFwmeybcUFVVx9qw8L_xo0Dow0jA4CxKCxhwTsB4_Quk9dgYefSWYoZrKnqeNFuQ4xY_U5fQprT4IstKOzao8EhEgJ8mouPyahIBu1NsBYh_o39_3goitSZi4oDOWUdxnpQ0LWNGpHQesvoMSHrWdhs/w207-h135/Terraced-house-backs-Salford-1970-168-29-1280x835.webp" width="207" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Harold, who has died at the age of eighty-eight, was born, a few days before Christmas 1934, into a working class family in a <b>deprived area </b>of the city in the County of Lancashire. The economy of the city was focused on its cotton and silk spinning and weaving factory district in the 18th and 19th centuries, but by the time of his birth, in the 'Hungry 1930s', it was suffering from industrial decline.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Harold said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"In a town like Salford you either lived in what was a relatively poorer district or you lived in the more affluent area and we always lived and I grew up in a poorer district and I think that marked me. As Wordsworth said, that the child being the father of the man. I think that what happened was that I found it very difficult to never be able to disassociate the impressions from those years from my mind and as a romantic, basically it's always had a very great influence. It made a love of scene and it's a love-hate relationship because I realise it's very ugly on the one hand, but I can never get away from the excitement of it"</span></i></b><span>.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vth9R6ghJi0&t=2m14s">(link)</a></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1R2oiNfeJXjgf7I97GNfguJczUc9yKwD5RWNJico-w0TwttkUK3L2SIrHwh59esQ8cTjrK6cxxDnfA9z13HnD1sPCUgqxNPf01ma3X-nM0mnRwMipk_0KMeShFsTXo-rZ49jmTkVwsd3cjtSouFhZM1EJ0cilOzz7CuJFUz6IEU0MI1ysHZhDy7Mz/s162/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="152" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1R2oiNfeJXjgf7I97GNfguJczUc9yKwD5RWNJico-w0TwttkUK3L2SIrHwh59esQ8cTjrK6cxxDnfA9z13HnD1sPCUgqxNPf01ma3X-nM0mnRwMipk_0KMeShFsTXo-rZ49jmTkVwsd3cjtSouFhZM1EJ0cilOzz7CuJFUz6IEU0MI1ysHZhDy7Mz/w97-h103/images%20(1).jpg" width="97" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Many years later when he was painting a portrait of Nelson Mandela he said : </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“When he sat he was happy to talk. We spoke of Salford and got round to slums. He said</span></i></b> <b><i>"We have townships".</i></b> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I said "Mr Mandela those are not slums. I know what a slum is because I come from an area that was called a classic slum".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OyUgUK6aSO7nU64fI-3BuJR1U3-Y8fIMeH92AGQ5uLQURQUT26BuS5-0DiesJeVpB4r6kT9tKwMCaKLFMNJCgd1e613RNFGwt55-zLWOAnInosbtNGNQ7UZ9hMy2896ThbELjn9vCQS4rRADx_wMJx6FUo6rX4GfZsmiApob6B-USrOq97WYny6W/s243/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="128" data-original-width="243" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OyUgUK6aSO7nU64fI-3BuJR1U3-Y8fIMeH92AGQ5uLQURQUT26BuS5-0DiesJeVpB4r6kT9tKwMCaKLFMNJCgd1e613RNFGwt55-zLWOAnInosbtNGNQ7UZ9hMy2896ThbELjn9vCQS4rRADx_wMJx6FUo6rX4GfZsmiApob6B-USrOq97WYny6W/w120-h64/download%20(5).jpg" width="120" /></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjha1TFRyH-fNbYgPUXpE7dZ_SNDopOT540YWzzeoPLIQ3ijHH6sVE2ZxFB7mc4UptftLEMUpKr71n30gjhKHyVAiLOUYPiH32Qw5W4LCfxNd8L4QfFGOHb-bvOZhjM5Vq3GmdX5ZigYotfDtM0AclSrsFFunzpq4VRplnULCvMel9ijPG_TWD_HHk_/s246/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="205" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjha1TFRyH-fNbYgPUXpE7dZ_SNDopOT540YWzzeoPLIQ3ijHH6sVE2ZxFB7mc4UptftLEMUpKr71n30gjhKHyVAiLOUYPiH32Qw5W4LCfxNd8L4QfFGOHb-bvOZhjM5Vq3GmdX5ZigYotfDtM0AclSrsFFunzpq4VRplnULCvMel9ijPG_TWD_HHk_/w78-h94/images%20(2).jpg" width="78" /></a>A bright lad at junior school, Harold gained a place at <b>Salford </b><b>Grammar School for Boys</b>, during the Second World War, in 1944. Already showing great artistic promise, in the same year he first met the Lancashire artist <b>L S Lowry,</b> who awarded him first prize at the School's art exhibition in 1945. </span></span><span>Lowry then invited young Harold to Salford Museum and Art Gallery, where he persuaded the curator Albert Frape to buy Harold’s winning picture for one pound and ten shillings. After Frape took the </span><span>two notes</span><span> from his wallet and handed them to Harold, on the way home he bought a new plaid shirt from the Co-op. Two years later Harold met Lowry again, this time when he, Harold, had an exhibition of his work at the Art Gallery.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vth9R6ghJi0&t=3m47s">(link) </a></span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoHi5eyc6NGkBQa1iv7R28Kdhkm-iJZwMH3Ej6jKKNNpHYI_kgkex6-OG5uQlCBzhhR2C1ewNsUU1jZxbKrI7pO6lMplRpT_fkGpd9jqrUnrRbG_qUthkHw2-Ofiql4s2sJcNYb2ZKb-pDDY87yofFWBNQXLkq6k4D3ZT6-0NPJ1Cgm9diITXhzS2/s474/51jmby8VKhL._AC_.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="474" height="109" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoHi5eyc6NGkBQa1iv7R28Kdhkm-iJZwMH3Ej6jKKNNpHYI_kgkex6-OG5uQlCBzhhR2C1ewNsUU1jZxbKrI7pO6lMplRpT_fkGpd9jqrUnrRbG_qUthkHw2-Ofiql4s2sJcNYb2ZKb-pDDY87yofFWBNQXLkq6k4D3ZT6-0NPJ1Cgm9diITXhzS2/w114-h109/51jmby8VKhL._AC_.jpg" width="114" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>It was in these years that he painted the pictures of </span><span>his younger brother Michael, playing marbles or 'alleys' as Harold called them and also his Grandfather, who he described as <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“a very hard man”</span></i></b> and his father, who apparently smoked 80 cigarettes a day. When he was eight or nine years old during the War, his interest in photography began when his father bought him a box camera and showed him how to develop the film and it wasn't long after graduating from photographing the family, that he moved on to snapping street scenes. </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vth9R6ghJi0&t=10m29s">(link)</a></span></span></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCaxuvz4XmRWF3WkgYE08wM1ucO2bKdG7rqXFVR0dRHUaaJ_3YalORIAOQecjWed3d9m1vGlgxLjn4TpaKIhxVCjBJGcUfTzbQVX4Un30hKcnb6YlYpJ4AZjP2u4ay7Z03UK3fh_PNJ1ePI9LGojpN_N9_pqbc9jmM7LyzE0AFv9Mtj32Ab9ORoyq/s461/50608245_2148584911874657_8391293617280385024_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="461" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCaxuvz4XmRWF3WkgYE08wM1ucO2bKdG7rqXFVR0dRHUaaJ_3YalORIAOQecjWed3d9m1vGlgxLjn4TpaKIhxVCjBJGcUfTzbQVX4Un30hKcnb6YlYpJ4AZjP2u4ay7Z03UK3fh_PNJ1ePI9LGojpN_N9_pqbc9jmM7LyzE0AFv9Mtj32Ab9ORoyq/w118-h118/50608245_2148584911874657_8391293617280385024_n.jpg" width="118" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Talented at sport, h</span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>is later football paintings were mainly linked with Manchester United, with whom he played as a junior, before, a</span><span>t the age of seventeen in 1951 h</span><span>e won a scholarship to the Slade School of Fine Art, University College, London to study for an Art degree specialising in Lithography </span><span>and Etching. </span></span><span>In the year of his graduation, 1954, he</span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwuwV0XbotRREJuyxR-d3ks25IyfJgVrW541-yTkf-KA3NSQ5MbM_V11LUTNODmpB4RcSYLUJsvaE8PaUK1vMiNe7kwJ9n8j_YIPijq-1uZZBwLRhCT7FfrpxP0x510YAWJ6pIpVVOne-5HqbhAF_z2RyDSneET_XO_CT-O-vESjNiiTIng0-w-gc/s172/images%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="172" data-original-width="129" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwuwV0XbotRREJuyxR-d3ks25IyfJgVrW541-yTkf-KA3NSQ5MbM_V11LUTNODmpB4RcSYLUJsvaE8PaUK1vMiNe7kwJ9n8j_YIPijq-1uZZBwLRhCT7FfrpxP0x510YAWJ6pIpVVOne-5HqbhAF_z2RyDSneET_XO_CT-O-vESjNiiTIng0-w-gc/w95-h126/images%20(3).jpg" width="95" /></a> got a job as an extra on a film set along with his old grammar school friend, two years his junior, the </span><span>future stage and film actor <b>Albert Finney.</b> The film was the </span><span>classic romantic comedy 'Hobson’s Choice', directed by David Lean and as extras, they were picked to lead the street parade. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92PE_pWssdU&t=57m28s">(link)</a> </span><span>The outdoor location scenes, including the parade were filmed around the Salford area and the interiors were shot at Shepperton Studios near London.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZA-Zr-uaOQNwz06t-1ledDPLv74-mX_Qe77Z0D5NiiMW9g01aQmWe2OHiSe_ZU385QW4kvvt_O-UO-rREUKSM-nZYN5YkPd3oCU7q4Gbwcs2vvtHs_EQUmFPGRFg6Km_fgUz9velg0DD9VRaOndZvO_KfIcKCDNIFx0djexeG9LLLhKDL0QpopzBE/s2048/50679379_2148588325207649_7943935020639453184_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1565" data-original-width="2048" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZA-Zr-uaOQNwz06t-1ledDPLv74-mX_Qe77Z0D5NiiMW9g01aQmWe2OHiSe_ZU385QW4kvvt_O-UO-rREUKSM-nZYN5YkPd3oCU7q4Gbwcs2vvtHs_EQUmFPGRFg6Km_fgUz9velg0DD9VRaOndZvO_KfIcKCDNIFx0djexeG9LLLhKDL0QpopzBE/w255-h195/50679379_2148588325207649_7943935020639453184_n.jpg" width="255" /></a></div>Harold took his Catholicism, which stayed with him all his life, to London and the Slade and his adherence to its religion suffused his attitude towards his art. He said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"The people in the place I paint is really something to do with the mark society has had on people living in that circumstance. That's to say, they live in a very poor way. Now in living in a very poor way, the thing I want to paint isn't their poverty. It's not the miscellaneous rubbish that they live amongst. The thing that I want to paint or try to find, is the human mark of the human spirit in that situation. It isn't a political statement to say that "They are wrongfully treated" and it isn't a social comment to say : "Let's get them out of that situation". It's merely, in a sense, an observation. To say : "This is what the human being in such a situation can do and reveal the more beautiful elements of humanity in such a state".</i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vth9R6ghJi0&t=14m03s">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>After he graduated with his art degree in 1954 he followed a one-year postgraduate course at London University and in 1</span><span>955 he won a travel scholarship to Italy, followed by a British Council Scholarship to study in Spain before returning to Salford, where he lived for the rest of his long life. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuudbcOPLepLOPzB32GoQG1HJCewibgyhoLCMS6OfGxsmefydtpaQ1xK14UkLYjTzzN2G1fDEnC44j4DmdYCn2fHz5x-zE6m85U60cmqdrKqRQax9LgcIKvTZqrCDKs3X3dmCzjVK1IN-MIVXDrwzB2CMyxLtKcp-N263qZwGYcwhagajWkAqKQcs/s562/53160451_2213289145404233_4878951344947331072_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="376" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuudbcOPLepLOPzB32GoQG1HJCewibgyhoLCMS6OfGxsmefydtpaQ1xK14UkLYjTzzN2G1fDEnC44j4DmdYCn2fHz5x-zE6m85U60cmqdrKqRQax9LgcIKvTZqrCDKs3X3dmCzjVK1IN-MIVXDrwzB2CMyxLtKcp-N263qZwGYcwhagajWkAqKQcs/w94-h142/53160451_2213289145404233_4878951344947331072_n.jpg" width="94" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span></span>On his return, he began his two years National Service in the Army during which time he became a non-commissioned officer and when he was d</span><span>emobbed in 1960, he was advised by Lowry against taking a job teaching art in Cheltenham and instead settled for a part-time post in Salford, teaching two days a week. In 1962 he married an Austrian student, <b>Hannelore Reuter,</b> and moved into the remains of a coachhouse, </span></span>which they restored with the help of friends and stood in a more affluent area in Salford, behind some grand Victorian homes, </span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6cnPU97zcLxNs1DU4fpb1DpQ6NLZk_iEU9tDXDWqtWRwnHp8C_3uQGF3kFPv2NQXEfblSQ7BgoiEmikBgyV0lVx5qFcCQQVhMiOOqymA8aw4RyLBzxpfRdlo4cFxc0p9E7Rn2u5i3fQ9Ue3pd4DHWmIileqKw01BzYFOKlV-i9ADl6p7GKg-g8qK/s983/1_200423JohnFKennedyRileyJPG.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="983" data-original-width="615" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6cnPU97zcLxNs1DU4fpb1DpQ6NLZk_iEU9tDXDWqtWRwnHp8C_3uQGF3kFPv2NQXEfblSQ7BgoiEmikBgyV0lVx5qFcCQQVhMiOOqymA8aw4RyLBzxpfRdlo4cFxc0p9E7Rn2u5i3fQ9Ue3pd4DHWmIileqKw01BzYFOKlV-i9ADl6p7GKg-g8qK/w113-h181/1_200423JohnFKennedyRileyJPG.jpg" width="113" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Making his way as a professional artist, Harold</span><span> repaid the support he had received from Ted Frape by showing his work exclusively at Salford City Art Gallery. He also offered his work to local sponsors and friends who had first pick at private views and their popularity meant that his pictures were sold out before the exhibitions opened to the public. </span><span>His stature as an artist led him to receive commissions to paint : </span><span>P</span><span>rince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh and Popes : John XIII, Paul VI and John Paul II and United States Presidents <b>John F. Kennedy </b>and Gerald Ford. </span></span><span>It was in 1962 that the twenty-eight year old Harold, had sketched in pastels, </span><span>Kennedy, the year before he was assassinated.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Harold said : </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Painting a portrait is rather like telling a person exactly what you think of him to his face. It’s embarrassing, especially as most people don’t want a true picture of themselves, but something that flatters them”.</span></i></b> Harold was proud that he never did. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLYMvaxAbXVtwKRf7jyN36X7Gbek6LB-hvq-mHgJylFmic69_81NpHOpmwl_BUqW1aLz-CcM6fxtL2-ZUteoVw0eF_EBFLdAr5fJpC75h0m77lFZnQnev3rbq6QU7XsR7jz-JXNVDq0y3ExZ3HQW9dKFnFqEl0eVLwaL9wF9baJb7sIk4kZgCQJrM/s287/images%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="175" data-original-width="287" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLYMvaxAbXVtwKRf7jyN36X7Gbek6LB-hvq-mHgJylFmic69_81NpHOpmwl_BUqW1aLz-CcM6fxtL2-ZUteoVw0eF_EBFLdAr5fJpC75h0m77lFZnQnev3rbq6QU7XsR7jz-JXNVDq0y3ExZ3HQW9dKFnFqEl0eVLwaL9wF9baJb7sIk4kZgCQJrM/s1600/images%20(4).jpg" width="287" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">His portrait of John Paul II was completed after two sessions with the Pope in Rome, in which they discussed everything from previous pontiffs to football. In 2005 Harold told the Manchester Evening News : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"He didn't chat away the whole time, but what he said was said with quiet authority and great humour. That's what struck me forcibly throughout the sittings - the absolute conviction and strength of a man, tied in with his humanity and sense of fun"</span></i></b> and <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"He was utterly charismatic - everyone says that, but it can't be stressed enough. That is what shone through when you met him and I count it the greatest honour of my life that I had the privilege to meet him".</span></i></b> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RvZGfuCHUYSmJD2ngO_ygcLuTVnu_76897URqWfF64PeiOZRptb7YtWLEUKeceOouf3WpRRaW3sDfnp6JBzmsFvpqtwvRzhGYKBuGH6AWJRWAxMZ_SKcUK2GeJoGNb0H6JNd2xMcWW5s8m083zieelN64n0ff8-XkAlIXbh9P8NL_odyMxMbIc33/s816/0_130620RileychippieJPG.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="615" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RvZGfuCHUYSmJD2ngO_ygcLuTVnu_76897URqWfF64PeiOZRptb7YtWLEUKeceOouf3WpRRaW3sDfnp6JBzmsFvpqtwvRzhGYKBuGH6AWJRWAxMZ_SKcUK2GeJoGNb0H6JNd2xMcWW5s8m083zieelN64n0ff8-XkAlIXbh9P8NL_odyMxMbIc33/w81-h108/0_130620RileychippieJPG.jpg" width="81" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">He also said that Salford kept his feet on the ground and </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I can go to the Vatican to paint the Pope but I still have to go to the chippy across the road when I come home"</span></i></b>. No doubt the chippy was<b> 'Neil's Friery - a chip shop on Langworthy Road'.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfu51A-NvIT7NWta2LmvV4FSag1GMLufsZJb_HQwihTUKUvaESU0EmAhiqWfmeG5lAusWZrpRObQV5drHc-R8DVzEDmuDO0fXxpHIip45fYqsJKwkQAivLmB-JNM4wYI0WbMn2TLehaURkvG8yx_DQRYDqq7VohjrpXIF_N04TiX-vl70pHRlQ-ZN/s452/Screenshot%20(63).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="431" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfu51A-NvIT7NWta2LmvV4FSag1GMLufsZJb_HQwihTUKUvaESU0EmAhiqWfmeG5lAusWZrpRObQV5drHc-R8DVzEDmuDO0fXxpHIip45fYqsJKwkQAivLmB-JNM4wYI0WbMn2TLehaURkvG8yx_DQRYDqq7VohjrpXIF_N04TiX-vl70pHRlQ-ZN/w233-h245/Screenshot%20(63).png" width="233" /></a>In 1962 Harold painted the actress Violet Carson in character as Coronation Street’s Ena Sharples, complete with hairnet, a portrait he presented to Manchester Art Gallery in 1994. Two years before, in 1960, he had, in fact, produced a <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUa7PQnhP4paQns-xnoxifKuZW1qS4AQu_UcclKZnZVMBVpENfvTzwE5bdPda3fu-zIl83T8IkqrXYvGwQTKQ8tnR5E1pBDz0l_Bu4e33BOpTx6qXFhg9ThPFIMfH-kTie6RL4PfQPt3EQAxLEZH77fspIZuk3OkLLxAc0Wj-2z2LPfxvt_VPG6uHJ/s302/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="302" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUa7PQnhP4paQns-xnoxifKuZW1qS4AQu_UcclKZnZVMBVpENfvTzwE5bdPda3fu-zIl83T8IkqrXYvGwQTKQ8tnR5E1pBDz0l_Bu4e33BOpTx6qXFhg9ThPFIMfH-kTie6RL4PfQPt3EQAxLEZH77fspIZuk3OkLLxAc0Wj-2z2LPfxvt_VPG6uHJ/w188-h104/download%20(8).jpg" width="188" /></a></span></span><span>drawing of <b>Archie Street in Ordsall,</b> the street </span><span>which inspired the popular soap opera, 'Coronation Street', which was broadcast by Granada Television for the first time in that year. The drawing had the </span><span>odd figure by LS Lowry, together with the written notes made by Harold Riley concerning the scene around the edges. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Harold found that by accepting commissions for three formal portraits annually, made money and left him free to undertake other work for the rest of the year. That 'other work' included, in 1963, </span></span><span>advertising in the local paper for Salford scenes from family albums and receiving an unprecedented response. </span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPBTWFZffgcNBzv38N0pGBVvGzYiyFBA-lnYK-5ciHmTNgqZg_HnGDyL14iWTRf1YuFOpyxEevnOyhdUu14qYp_ldokGt4_KIkT0OWjo4hyuGAtus4VYze29qzmSxDSKP4Ja69DbiOHILZhkypA2yd2uMTIteAvonrVL8ZCqZyhMer5FXcgGs3e_J/s602/132026296_1211781359223852_5791079390989677932_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="602" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPBTWFZffgcNBzv38N0pGBVvGzYiyFBA-lnYK-5ciHmTNgqZg_HnGDyL14iWTRf1YuFOpyxEevnOyhdUu14qYp_ldokGt4_KIkT0OWjo4hyuGAtus4VYze29qzmSxDSKP4Ja69DbiOHILZhkypA2yd2uMTIteAvonrVL8ZCqZyhMer5FXcgGs3e_J/w325-h232/132026296_1211781359223852_5791079390989677932_n.jpg" width="325" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He started </span><span>to document Salford in paintings, drawings and photographs and his deep affection for his home town cemented the friendship with L.S. Lowry. </span><span>Of the black and white sketch he originally made in 1961 he said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I remember a man pushing a lady in a wheelchair down Langworthy Road. It was Christmas and they hurried home. She was wrapped in a plaid blanket and he had a green cap and a United scarf. Their little black dog was tied to the wheelchair and trotted along so that the lady happily held the Christmas tree they had bought.” </span></i></b>It was later re-worked in colour for a limited edition card for 'Age Concern' in Salford.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbOEe8kc9xqVJDft1Ws204dHu6TTwmEjyu5JlkkMKh5XGLo6NpVLBI4FfYzACt7varlKMFcL0agdSMxeyoKq9yep0FlIob1jzdWwgL292gZPZbiov1bBoC2kuKVYrry4JgoDfaHp6AXGwN1TLMqgliDP0qtw7Tr232EhYACtuJFCM4C52s5jpsJWj/s888/dog-fight-lowry.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="888" data-original-width="615" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbOEe8kc9xqVJDft1Ws204dHu6TTwmEjyu5JlkkMKh5XGLo6NpVLBI4FfYzACt7varlKMFcL0agdSMxeyoKq9yep0FlIob1jzdWwgL292gZPZbiov1bBoC2kuKVYrry4JgoDfaHp6AXGwN1TLMqgliDP0qtw7Tr232EhYACtuJFCM4C52s5jpsJWj/w156-h225/dog-fight-lowry.jpg" width="156" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Also, in the 1960s he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“One afternoon I was walking with Lowry near the old Albion dog track in Salford, where greyhounds raced. It was near the Manchester Racecourse at Castle Irwell. On a croft opposite there used to be held dog fights. As we passed there that day a dog fight was going on, watched by a large crowd, and Lowry was very interested in it. </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">We both stood on the other side of the road and watched. Because Lowry had been intrigued by it, I did a painting of it and presented it to him the following Christmas as a gift."</span></i></b> Apparently, he adored and<b> 'Dog Fight' </b>and it </span><span>sat for a decade on his mantelpiece having captured a slice of 1960s life in Salford.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUq3bWR01jVFD37NYzBZMEjrYjDT84C5KuZZ1ZYyG2H0JIufmTyu1gnpiXoji2YrMZkHotPSzyWxS2uTL5fNoOxEArW6ylB2M-8w9HnI_JeIoeGadued86Orkact-nzVvQphlRuZAWu_3mSdz_TkgEGB-zzMRetESpmhdlSYMR95J2oY650ZyFSJsa/s338/16680c22-5e6f-4ba8-ab22-2135cd8bff50_338.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="231" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUq3bWR01jVFD37NYzBZMEjrYjDT84C5KuZZ1ZYyG2H0JIufmTyu1gnpiXoji2YrMZkHotPSzyWxS2uTL5fNoOxEArW6ylB2M-8w9HnI_JeIoeGadued86Orkact-nzVvQphlRuZAWu_3mSdz_TkgEGB-zzMRetESpmhdlSYMR95J2oY650ZyFSJsa/w92-h134/16680c22-5e6f-4ba8-ab22-2135cd8bff50_338.webp" width="92" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He was with Lowry when he was inspired to paint <b>'The Red House'</b> in 1968. He recalled : </span><span> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Lowry and I had gone to Pendlebury. We planned to do a drawing of Acme Mill - the first electrically powered spinning mill in the world. It was featured in a very famous painting by Lowry, from George Street. But on the day we went there we discovered it had been demolished. So instead I did a painting of a nearby street, which had a prominent red house”.</span></i></b></span></span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNoYD9GVspleaBuHO9t6hnQE78HWDmXLdH0iYgTuTpdemeZ4M3vPhloLjnTV8tEklNP0xVzWVuBsbcXjDdUNqPLVNWK9dFn25BYk7JnMg1yugy3fvauN0XKY0kyQlkL_kuLoFv14tZac8Yb6HwLtu3X9AHhnjvpID6SJOQYEtzvNYsAepVoHoN8Bc/s322/Riley3.heic" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="322" data-original-width="234" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNoYD9GVspleaBuHO9t6hnQE78HWDmXLdH0iYgTuTpdemeZ4M3vPhloLjnTV8tEklNP0xVzWVuBsbcXjDdUNqPLVNWK9dFn25BYk7JnMg1yugy3fvauN0XKY0kyQlkL_kuLoFv14tZac8Yb6HwLtu3X9AHhnjvpID6SJOQYEtzvNYsAepVoHoN8Bc/w78-h107/Riley3.heic" width="78" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span>I</span>n 1970 Harold captured Lowry walking on Swinton Moss and the old man died six years later at the age of eighty-nine. He was an all-pervading influence on Harold's early work which featured bleak street scenes peopled by cloth-capped matchstick figures in sooty blues and greys and with Lowryesque titles redolent of a vanishing industrialised landscape. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RLz-OcR-wCDbY-kmN8kcBGtiSDRoW1Lj4_2--7DgYc8JvcxPZnXi7GHqnZa7nPWGxEr-FYxcTk5GhRK0QWTG1kEFOlk9OD4h4UeJWBxQy3AoKiEc-H3LvhXjxa0yVXwI8CafkQ6TQFLaIksFS08_S-AEJC__iKgK-1IKqaXb1SubbE-8qHvn25ym/s555/Harold-Riley-Landscape-with-power-stations-image-courtesy-of-Christies-crop_webp-555x312.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="555" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RLz-OcR-wCDbY-kmN8kcBGtiSDRoW1Lj4_2--7DgYc8JvcxPZnXi7GHqnZa7nPWGxEr-FYxcTk5GhRK0QWTG1kEFOlk9OD4h4UeJWBxQy3AoKiEc-H3LvhXjxa0yVXwI8CafkQ6TQFLaIksFS08_S-AEJC__iKgK-1IKqaXb1SubbE-8qHvn25ym/w361-h203/Harold-Riley-Landscape-with-power-stations-image-courtesy-of-Christies-crop_webp-555x312.webp" width="361" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQdgSpbNp10-UnlzXwXn2KfUkigd6VR43sRQ6St6OjgnqlvjIiuXWYX-1A1JnESkebuEmf2HadUExMzQpm3PXUIUCJB6GljpltBEvYQJDSu-lFYzPoO3vwTsnLXRpXNRiHa4jwN1CB7LEwNV2NgYVKeMhxn_WZVTHmyPZ-2D9kQ5VRbmN_Ui6kZcY/s274/images%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="184" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQdgSpbNp10-UnlzXwXn2KfUkigd6VR43sRQ6St6OjgnqlvjIiuXWYX-1A1JnESkebuEmf2HadUExMzQpm3PXUIUCJB6GljpltBEvYQJDSu-lFYzPoO3vwTsnLXRpXNRiHa4jwN1CB7LEwNV2NgYVKeMhxn_WZVTHmyPZ-2D9kQ5VRbmN_Ui6kZcY/w117-h174/images%20(5).jpg" width="117" /></a><b>In 1962 : </b><span style="font-size: medium;">'Young Street Urchin Carrying a Basket' and </span><span style="font-size: medium;">'Knife Grinder, Street Scene with Numerous Figures' in 1970. Harold referred to the streets as</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">‘theatres of colour’</span></i></b>.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> He said that his attitude towards his subjects was different to that of Lowry, </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">in that Lowry painted as a outsider looking in and Harold himself was an observer within the crowd. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vth9R6ghJi0&t=9m04s">(link)</a> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1975 Greater Manchester Council awarded him £15,000 to draw and photograph local life before it disappeared for good. The deal called for Harold to produce some 40 images over three years.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">At the end of the 1960s, when he was in his mid-thirties, Harold was not best pleased to be named by the 'Financial Times' among half a dozen young artists whose works were <b><i>'likely to show the greatest profits in future years'. </i></b>He described this apparent accolade as : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“A terrible bloody nuisance” </span></i></b>and complained that dealers had contacted him to order paintings by the dozen, to the extent that he had disconnected his telephone.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">By 1980 the accumulation of submitted material and his own portfolio formed the basis of an exhibition, opened by the Duke of Edinburgh as Chancellor of Salford University, called 'Salford 80'. In the same year, </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Harold spent a month away from Salford, living on the top floor of a Glasgow tenement recording the life of that city, sketching, painting and using an instant camera and a 35 mm one photographing Glaswegian scenes and people.</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Harold met Nelson Mandela 21 times, between 1996 and the final sitting at Houghton Golf Course in Johannesburg in 2002 and on six of those visits and over a period of 18 months, </span><span><span><span>created the 23 drawings of him in preparation for painting and was the only artist in the world to be given that commission. When he first met him, Harold said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"H</span></i></b></span></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">e was reading the newspaper in a comfortable chair in his lounge and he said :</span></i></b> <b><i>"What do you want me to do?"</i></b> </span><span>I said, <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Just do what you're doing. Read the newspaper, Mr Mandela, and I'm going to draw""</span></i></b>. </span><span><span>The resulting portrait sold for $1m in an auction at the Rockefeller Centre in New York and </span><span>money from the sale went to the Imibala Charity in South Africa and was used to build a school.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzv3CVAqIPf-bJ5HS0EAYEKBKmDaGEENxA_cvG4ucLvVKyaaujigub2LgbUEZulwuLxWJkTbw24DvNv4vNOAvzUVB2qVmFI0kBR62fjuyKB0ybsFJCPf0npbz95y_wHEwEF6QlxbT1572FXVS4qU-gmxzdl1gggAVLBKSA5qDQ2-50X92Aq-olk3z/s976/_71572523_mandelafin1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="976" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzv3CVAqIPf-bJ5HS0EAYEKBKmDaGEENxA_cvG4ucLvVKyaaujigub2LgbUEZulwuLxWJkTbw24DvNv4vNOAvzUVB2qVmFI0kBR62fjuyKB0ybsFJCPf0npbz95y_wHEwEF6QlxbT1572FXVS4qU-gmxzdl1gggAVLBKSA5qDQ2-50X92Aq-olk3z/w387-h218/_71572523_mandelafin1.jpg" width="387" /></a></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Of their sessions together Harold said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The first thing is - he was charismatic, unbelievably charismatic and you can't paint charisma. So you've got to find symbols which you could put into a picture which would say something in a way which would suggest humility"."If you're doing something like one of the greatest men who ever lived you must in fact not just make it iconic, but you must, in fact, make it real". "What I did find was that he instinctively had love. He had kindness and love in him. He loved life. He loved people. He liked to joke. He liked to laugh but somehow or other there was a feeling in him that he was believable. You're always at ease with someone you believe"</span></i></b>. <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p01my1yq">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He recalled one conversation when Mandela said : <b><i>“Mr Riley I have been thinking about what you were saying about Wordsworth’s poem, 'The Prelude' and ‘the child being the father of the man’. </i></b></span><span><b><i>“I have always believed it. That is why how we treat our children is always the greatest reflection of ourselves”.</i></b> Harold said : </span><span> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I will always carry that comment in my heart”.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcM0ZNHYHECh0QNvDWoKEuLCHEccCUfZgZ2luTKXkKldnD3bmGjxsQraJLt37OTOt_NuMDHK_-7zka659h6k9PvO7PIzvnoia_YYN4e42fNO1rD68u4odEs2NFrkrdENjxIm6fbIdzzLxAi6SD2I5dgU70Lrgv9w9HBJtZbYhrXmUzTktz_Es3bQd/s810/JS93216635.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="810" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcM0ZNHYHECh0QNvDWoKEuLCHEccCUfZgZ2luTKXkKldnD3bmGjxsQraJLt37OTOt_NuMDHK_-7zka659h6k9PvO7PIzvnoia_YYN4e42fNO1rD68u4odEs2NFrkrdENjxIm6fbIdzzLxAi6SD2I5dgU70Lrgv9w9HBJtZbYhrXmUzTktz_Es3bQd/w262-h174/JS93216635.jpg" width="262" /></a></div>Three years after the death of Mandela in 2016, Harold published a limited-edition book of 50 copies, six years in the making and costing £17,500 per copy, recording the time he spent with Mandela, presenting the</span></span><span> intimate portrait in words and drawings of the two men’s friendship and including reproductions of </span><span>some of the 23 drawings he had made. Money from the sale of the book went to the Riley Educational Foundation, a registered charity set up to keep his work in Salford, and promote art in the north-west, including Salford schools. </span><span>A slim book, it was</span><span> bound in natural tanned calf leather by the same Florentine family business that made the bindings of the books of Michelangelo, Raphael, and Leonardo da Vinci. </span><span><span>Harold said : <span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“The book contains the sketches and a dialogue about myself and President Mandela. I had the privilege of being the only person he ever sat for" </span>and <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"</span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>He was a person with neither arrogance not vanity, but he didn’t miss much. He was very candid and forthright". </b></i></span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrpA-i32mgp1ur9HWpmX00znKXrxxeA2xwYMWvzpp8A5ZxyKXk8L7l7MhCZIFFrQD52j8xAcQ9jq87vpBReeYhAsn60iVriVyyp5-ZoRrS5kzkZ6BkYyliL13o_vjyyjRKsqm-NIfTmRXRWzmZvLFuKTo9cwl7yCNf8j1mkDIrsIPk-TyKDR_S0AG/s480/TELEMMGLPICT000002270902_trans_NvBQzQNjv4BqqVzuuqpFlyLIwiB6NTmJwfSVWeZ_vEN7c6bHu2jJnT8.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="480" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrpA-i32mgp1ur9HWpmX00znKXrxxeA2xwYMWvzpp8A5ZxyKXk8L7l7MhCZIFFrQD52j8xAcQ9jq87vpBReeYhAsn60iVriVyyp5-ZoRrS5kzkZ6BkYyliL13o_vjyyjRKsqm-NIfTmRXRWzmZvLFuKTo9cwl7yCNf8j1mkDIrsIPk-TyKDR_S0AG/w218-h157/TELEMMGLPICT000002270902_trans_NvBQzQNjv4BqqVzuuqpFlyLIwiB6NTmJwfSVWeZ_vEN7c6bHu2jJnT8.webp" width="218" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When it came to football, over the years he produced portraits of several Old Trafford greats, including the veteran manager Matt Busby and the striker George Best. </span><span>A subsequent manager, <b>Sir Alex Ferguson,</b> was a keen collector of Riley’s work and owned more than a dozen of his pictures. In 2000 Harold presented Alex with a painting of the Cliff training ground, where many of Manchester United’s successes were planned. </span><span>The Club has an extensive collection of his work, but the majority remains in Salford, where Harold established an archive and studio to house his paintings, drawings, photographs and sketch books. <a href="https://www.manutd.com/en/news/detail/club-saddened-as-harold-riley-renowned-artist-and-man-utd-fan-passes-away">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When he was eighty-three, Harold received the 'Freedom of the City of Salford'. He told the Manchester Evening News on the day he was given the accolade : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“This is the greatest honour I have received - it is the highlight of my career. I love this city. I love its people.”</span></i></b> Among those previously awarded the honour was his friend and mentor, L S Lowry back in 1965. Harold received it at Salford Museum in the company of Sir Alex Ferguson, Sir Bobby Charlton, Dennis Law and Salford's then ceremonial mayor the late Councillor Peter Connor. </span><span><a href="https://www.itv.com/news/granada/2023-04-20/legendary-painter-harold-riley-dies-aged-88">(link)</a></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAIMC4nIFrNWvyFxwo61tHw7EZ4O3NbEP7LEOC84b9-sr8ZgBpTLxFv3goy57t9y4pIvSz_DwOUgmtn6pCVTrPWzabDJr02WMjoPyYTp51oew8nv4E4YS-SqTaZQRW4dHye7f31zZHUqH33iWJlk0vdI7EyFVw9tNx6AAZRAesD0bFE8QBjmeG2_L/s615/0_ALP_-_MEN-_151117-harold_riley19JPG.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="615" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAIMC4nIFrNWvyFxwo61tHw7EZ4O3NbEP7LEOC84b9-sr8ZgBpTLxFv3goy57t9y4pIvSz_DwOUgmtn6pCVTrPWzabDJr02WMjoPyYTp51oew8nv4E4YS-SqTaZQRW4dHye7f31zZHUqH33iWJlk0vdI7EyFVw9tNx6AAZRAesD0bFE8QBjmeG2_L/s320/0_ALP_-_MEN-_151117-harold_riley19JPG.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>On Harold's death his family said : </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b><i><span>"Salford has lost one of its most humble, compassionate and loving sons. Harold's light shone brightly for all to see and through the legacy of his art, it will never go out. </span><span>He lived by simple principles: to love, to give and to serve every person equally no matter their position, colour, nationality or faith".</span></i></b></span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;">As Harold had said, his mission as an artist was :</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">"To reveal the more beautiful elements of humanity".</span></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/ArtistHaroldRiley/photos?locale=en_GB">Link</a></span></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYbB6A-om1KayRttmcSI-1szDzsLEXMBY1ooiB0KGJOL3vtXhAtIzeDo2oSNQabP_0xdd0MvsU2udcK6ZabN3HiRWmoECFrrn_EPJx2S0greorHbNI5RLHfS-2NeEofir74bRDBzovz7YFfCu4l0ALkeI9U5z0oeXlocyXJ-xcViH4Q-E7REudo4V/s960/47577432_2088144374585378_675521278177705984_n.jpg" style="clear: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="927" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYbB6A-om1KayRttmcSI-1szDzsLEXMBY1ooiB0KGJOL3vtXhAtIzeDo2oSNQabP_0xdd0MvsU2udcK6ZabN3HiRWmoECFrrn_EPJx2S0greorHbNI5RLHfS-2NeEofir74bRDBzovz7YFfCu4l0ALkeI9U5z0oeXlocyXJ-xcViH4Q-E7REudo4V/w311-h323/47577432_2088144374585378_675521278177705984_n.jpg" width="311" /></a></span></p></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-48444069778344051782023-03-28T08:28:00.038-07:002023-04-25T12:07:28.033-07:00Britain was once a welcoming country which adopted and has now lost a German-Jewish refugee who became its brilliant photographer, Dorothy Bohm<div class="separator"><p style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></p></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jAFhsmGm7_4yuYuSnPrXQPji1RT5XMaXBMHbmRUDPz5LMIyxcJRi9madE6wZUa70quRitRI5DM7wj114HzgddIH5JzN3AMxmB4KfHLL-YqIKZUCqirknk85iceq9jg0B2FxjzDcjePKptIA4PWAypruJb-I-dgPxG38MtJEjV3PidlsTG_KC59-C/s531/Screenshot%20(48).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="531" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jAFhsmGm7_4yuYuSnPrXQPji1RT5XMaXBMHbmRUDPz5LMIyxcJRi9madE6wZUa70quRitRI5DM7wj114HzgddIH5JzN3AMxmB4KfHLL-YqIKZUCqirknk85iceq9jg0B2FxjzDcjePKptIA4PWAypruJb-I-dgPxG38MtJEjV3PidlsTG_KC59-C/w258-h152/Screenshot%20(48).png" width="258" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jAFhsmGm7_4yuYuSnPrXQPji1RT5XMaXBMHbmRUDPz5LMIyxcJRi9madE6wZUa70quRitRI5DM7wj114HzgddIH5JzN3AMxmB4KfHLL-YqIKZUCqirknk85iceq9jg0B2FxjzDcjePKptIA4PWAypruJb-I-dgPxG38MtJEjV3PidlsTG_KC59-C/s531/Screenshot%20(48).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></a></p><span><span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jAFhsmGm7_4yuYuSnPrXQPji1RT5XMaXBMHbmRUDPz5LMIyxcJRi9madE6wZUa70quRitRI5DM7wj114HzgddIH5JzN3AMxmB4KfHLL-YqIKZUCqirknk85iceq9jg0B2FxjzDcjePKptIA4PWAypruJb-I-dgPxG38MtJEjV3PidlsTG_KC59-C/s531/Screenshot%20(48).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span><span>Dorothy, who has died aged 98, after a career as a photographer which spanned eight decades, was </span></span></span><span style="text-align: left;">known for her portraiture, street photography and early adoption of colour. She also </span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="color: black;">co-founded and developed the Photographers’ Gallery in London, the city whose people she loved and immortalized in her prints, which stand as tangible expressions of her deep sense of humanity. She said :</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"</i></b></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span>I believed that every human being has so</span>mething beautiful. And quite often, when I’d taken the portrait, I saw what I didn’t see before"</span></i></b><span style="color: black;"> and </span></span><span style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><b><i>“I feel that we need things that somehow make us believe in humanity and that’s why I photograph the way I photograph. I try to find a certain dignity". </i></b></span></span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * *</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBO0LB70W3Mbx4t9Fn123iwmhqKwXJO-l3cCfe3938uhgs_VObfVbw54vtGo2eAzorbtYwob4Y4oNgHLJWUBVwJc0H_rxFGeVk1aoXbWXbBY54iEhm2N99_PKyDXIO4wyusbCfqmTkWIq0_k0lkQ7atJQtxX3pQ_ydIhwjQIMatacE0oPMluco8S0/s469/2023-03-23%20(2).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="277" data-original-width="469" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBO0LB70W3Mbx4t9Fn123iwmhqKwXJO-l3cCfe3938uhgs_VObfVbw54vtGo2eAzorbtYwob4Y4oNgHLJWUBVwJc0H_rxFGeVk1aoXbWXbBY54iEhm2N99_PKyDXIO4wyusbCfqmTkWIq0_k0lkQ7atJQtxX3pQ_ydIhwjQIMatacE0oPMluco8S0/w188-h111/2023-03-23%20(2).png" width="188" /></span></a></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;">She was born Dorothea, the daughter of Eta and Tobias Israelit in the summer of 1924 in the then city Königsberg, in Germany's East Prussia and now Kaliningrad in Russia. With her brother, she had an untroubled early childhood supervised by their nanny and governess in their German-Jewish family, sustained by the wealth generated by her father's textile mill. <span>However, with the 1930s came danger with the rise of the antisemitic Nazi Party with their bully boy brownshirts on the streets. Then things changed dramatically for the worse with Hitler's coming to power in 1933, as the German Chancellor. Dorothy said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbC5kBKdwSw1ELnvGrjJzRSm5ASLH3Tv0gLr57HLXX4dulvnDOUDVfNXcMuIjd7pTjglC-g4X8syAsQ_Qb299xv_UWjVYiEMzv43LZ29yeaUUXI96J1wPHHtBs0Q0ma2H0aBnfFzHfxAE7aookCy-tXpcMu2ascI-oLLdpqe2c5GCodIgNqLdyQKGB/s299/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbC5kBKdwSw1ELnvGrjJzRSm5ASLH3Tv0gLr57HLXX4dulvnDOUDVfNXcMuIjd7pTjglC-g4X8syAsQ_Qb299xv_UWjVYiEMzv43LZ29yeaUUXI96J1wPHHtBs0Q0ma2H0aBnfFzHfxAE7aookCy-tXpcMu2ascI-oLLdpqe2c5GCodIgNqLdyQKGB/w271-h152/download%20(8).jpg" width="271" /></a></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">My grandfather lived very near a main road, and there was a procession of Hitler Youth, but at nine, I didn’t know what it was and that stayed in my mind, seeing them march with the swastika"</span></i></b>. She herself suffered the double trauma of being called a <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Judische Kröte"</span></i></b> – a "Jewish toad" – and being kicked in the street.</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeH86gJQML3YYrJ5UfwwG_aZPHaCWh1BGxlOy-eucmHQ7xdUQI3NtDPXd8Qt9KlaQo_s6KENx6NRLxNXlDtkBdD2pFA_0PojgvXHciT9Z6Fg3DMUtqPDZNpu7vC3Azw5rP873pN11h3kE8LGu-YPUeeWjTTu5bVAWDYcgr9HoMticwLvsMCEI2lzUI/s458/Screenshot%20(50).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="458" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeH86gJQML3YYrJ5UfwwG_aZPHaCWh1BGxlOy-eucmHQ7xdUQI3NtDPXd8Qt9KlaQo_s6KENx6NRLxNXlDtkBdD2pFA_0PojgvXHciT9Z6Fg3DMUtqPDZNpu7vC3Azw5rP873pN11h3kE8LGu-YPUeeWjTTu5bVAWDYcgr9HoMticwLvsMCEI2lzUI/w359-h259/Screenshot%20(50).png" width="359" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrQMiYharajO1o6AhW53qHyijnf4NYEMuAYcxF7RGk2W56ueiyooL7b3gjxfmTUm3qPwEfBSINPkH0oZJ1QlkY0_d7YFjs_kNyKsmUU7Fd3XmqjOsYmkz9LV_JjOzBol35gZHWHnIetnd8zFuvMHQSYGLZ9JTQCkWnteWpPLz2aEIXIaR82yJPyWo/s277/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="277" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrQMiYharajO1o6AhW53qHyijnf4NYEMuAYcxF7RGk2W56ueiyooL7b3gjxfmTUm3qPwEfBSINPkH0oZJ1QlkY0_d7YFjs_kNyKsmUU7Fd3XmqjOsYmkz9LV_JjOzBol35gZHWHnIetnd8zFuvMHQSYGLZ9JTQCkWnteWpPLz2aEIXIaR82yJPyWo/w216-h142/download%20(9).jpg" width="216" /></a></span></span></div><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Her father now made the decision to move the family out of Germany and to safety to the north, in the state of Lithuania and the Baltic port of <b>Memel,</b> where he had another textile mill. Then, given the fact that Memel also had a German population, when things became uncomfortable there, he moved the family inland, to the city of </span><span>Šiauliai.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KnnL5dE4uE">(link)</a> Finally, with the approach of the Second World War in 1939 and fearing for her safety, her father arranged for Dorothy to travel to Britain where her brother Igor was already studying in Brighton.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjiySuOQ7KI3ZzKZlO9C-EKgzzQb63vwGmxsPQdQch-Fm17Ex7wSifCQ49M1JhNJWwHRIYmeakX3m3NKrdAjQQJi5C0N7PGI1WOThEmuj8lK7rjuDhopU-6tv_tUauToi6sKFJSRiS4naOsJUSR7439qo8m4R5UzKqBx7llc98Xxh8_yrdG1cmJZ4/s281/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="281" height="85" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjiySuOQ7KI3ZzKZlO9C-EKgzzQb63vwGmxsPQdQch-Fm17Ex7wSifCQ49M1JhNJWwHRIYmeakX3m3NKrdAjQQJi5C0N7PGI1WOThEmuj8lK7rjuDhopU-6tv_tUauToi6sKFJSRiS4naOsJUSR7439qo8m4R5UzKqBx7llc98Xxh8_yrdG1cmJZ4/w132-h85/download%20(7).jpg" width="132" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Dorothy said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I was a dumpy little girl. I hated being photographed”</span></i></b> but recalled :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"</i></b></span><span><i><span><b><span style="color: #990000;">My father was one of those who believed in anything new and so in the 1930s he was using a Leica. And when I was shipped off to England, because Hitler had come and life had become impossible, saying </span>"Goodbye"<span style="color: #990000;"> to me, he took off his Leica and gave it to me. It was strange. He said :</span></b></span></i> <i><b>“It might be useful to you"</b></i> <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">". </span><span>She took the camera from him, leaning out of the window of her departing train, little knowing that she would not see him again for twenty-one years.</span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDeva4BhzK9I7nzSRjzHzAzciTOvRMl0485Lh7AQIfy7WH3Ln4K1fqDcpR09tk-tj8r1E2rd9ANmLWrs6xB-_58gQV0GgJHH_RoTsJM7UQloyc8cuImEJVoAnPgdIHrn_EdjABGAHIZz5eb4Q2kHGtGRvW7MxZLt_Q6UtWdYY-2l34bic9r_vsTPs/s342/2023-03-23%20(4).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="248" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDeva4BhzK9I7nzSRjzHzAzciTOvRMl0485Lh7AQIfy7WH3Ln4K1fqDcpR09tk-tj8r1E2rd9ANmLWrs6xB-_58gQV0GgJHH_RoTsJM7UQloyc8cuImEJVoAnPgdIHrn_EdjABGAHIZz5eb4Q2kHGtGRvW7MxZLt_Q6UtWdYY-2l34bic9r_vsTPs/w146-h200/2023-03-23%20(4).png" width="146" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>In 2016 Dorothy told the Jewish Chronicle : <span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“I arrived on the eve of my 15th birthday. A traumatic experience because I had watched what Nazis were doing and the whole family was under great threat. After all these years it is still traumatic for me to remember those days”. </i>She </span></span></span></span></span><span>said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Coming to London in the beginning was very difficult. I came on my own. I always think that I must have had a guardian angel somewhere because I was very lucky, despite all the misery". </span></i></b></span><span>The trauma was heightened when, with the outbreak of the Second World War later that year, she lost contact with her parents and it was to be twenty years before she knew they were alive and twenty-four, before she reunited with them in Britain.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>During those years Dorothy was to use the Leica and her photos as a </span>coping <span>mechanism</span> and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">My fascination really, was to capture what the world was like. And I've always said I wanted to keep what would disappear. Because in my lifetime, I have seen all the things that have meant something to me disappear".</i> She later reflected : <i><b><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></b></i></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I think I've done a fair amount with helping other people with their photography because I know what it can mean to us - quite central my being as far as being interested in the world and people"</span></i></b>.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4XyZ68Xb_4bNui8kU-HkoYbmss7DtkMHFpGosQ6mTbwlRrJa0iu8Mw7GLhzFnmn1B33qr3Ag7PrdcWvZkc0hTnIQRprXZfuTwN8AedeqiG-N-BgZ5CHe51iyEZ9O7IAeAzohPehuZKwbXdEEFYYgGsGu9IM82YkWxzSSBR5smsF_I6wGWYPhkV5Z/s900/15DAD1BD-4A9D-4274-AB88-4BA944A4CDF7-900x675.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="900" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4XyZ68Xb_4bNui8kU-HkoYbmss7DtkMHFpGosQ6mTbwlRrJa0iu8Mw7GLhzFnmn1B33qr3Ag7PrdcWvZkc0hTnIQRprXZfuTwN8AedeqiG-N-BgZ5CHe51iyEZ9O7IAeAzohPehuZKwbXdEEFYYgGsGu9IM82YkWxzSSBR5smsF_I6wGWYPhkV5Z/w143-h107/15DAD1BD-4A9D-4274-AB88-4BA944A4CDF7-900x675.jpeg" width="143" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When she arrived in Britain, business friends of her father managed to get her into a small exclusive boarding school run by two elderly ladies for the children of diplomats. <b>North End House School,</b> in the village of Ditchling in Sussex was not far from her brother in Brighton. Initially, she had to take lessons with the six-year-olds because she didn't know any English. She recalled : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I don't think the school ever had a foreigner or Jewish person but they were wonderful to me. My last experience of school in a German lycée, as a Jew, was absolutely terrible".</span></i></b></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OJ12YMjhUYjFCKoVjwfJ1T0GOHlxYA1pSynD0UaTPjbMoTwAPAtnWYA-jpXdtJ2CKh4q3DFrsBEuyIR_wStvVHDl9dm8nineh4NZq4ejbrAyqQXYPeY4OOWbKSAMevSGWjSE1f6uH9MwsbVXVhqz97A-52eZ_3dIWE-9ek-kXQIBgLn3UJ41SIQ-/s180/pr021017.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="180" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OJ12YMjhUYjFCKoVjwfJ1T0GOHlxYA1pSynD0UaTPjbMoTwAPAtnWYA-jpXdtJ2CKh4q3DFrsBEuyIR_wStvVHDl9dm8nineh4NZq4ejbrAyqQXYPeY4OOWbKSAMevSGWjSE1f6uH9MwsbVXVhqz97A-52eZ_3dIWE-9ek-kXQIBgLn3UJ41SIQ-/w141-h141/pr021017.jpg" width="141" /></a></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>After a year and now competent in English, she left school at the age of sixteen and moved to London and now took up the camera professionally, at the suggestion of her father’s cousin Sam, who had fled to Britain from Germany. Dorothy said he did this because : <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLiE2w3DVanzo5e2p6ljizt49fd59wq9pwqkq2ANn9ReK2r358JiwpR-kF7YntbStQvBwqUVWcR9BFSdo26KgRMkjQrBFJJz_8dKu1Ns2B94L8AgY_Y2IlHxTR_Ub9w9f2TXDmFh7kh_HH0R807x4HgedUJuejF49JR6ORCzxOd9ifzTOtNC3SbNk/s610/lot.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="483" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLiE2w3DVanzo5e2p6ljizt49fd59wq9pwqkq2ANn9ReK2r358JiwpR-kF7YntbStQvBwqUVWcR9BFSdo26KgRMkjQrBFJJz_8dKu1Ns2B94L8AgY_Y2IlHxTR_Ub9w9f2TXDmFh7kh_HH0R807x4HgedUJuejF49JR6ORCzxOd9ifzTOtNC3SbNk/w99-h126/lot.jpg" width="99" /></a></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“He’d noticed I was very observant as a child”</span></i></b>. </span><span>As the family money had run out, she was forced to forgo her ambition of studying medicine and becoming a doctor because Sam thought photography might provide a financially viable career. He i</span><span>ntroduced Dorothy to French-Czech studio photographer,<b> Germaine Kanova </b>and she said : </span><span><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">“I was most impressed by her, a </b><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>marvelous</i></b></span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">, interesting woman and her work was fascinating. She’d photographed many many famous people,</b></span><span> (including the author,<b> Colette) </b></span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">also done landscapes and still lives”. </b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span>"That sealed my fate. What I saw on her walls delighted me".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yfzCGmTDJc6WtX8i9j3DZs-rtC52ZRrcAJJ-vN2Y0mdp7khXnDpk852ZNPU9MYZsMnBSXKBiwbGoBdHD7eGdn_M0I2peSa4U6Q1nMxcAuec92Ui2JiGLOSYNcIjnohWnrbDwLdS6AB1XMYo5clVPEH7UjsAUShqxnsPs_VgZGnu91twZape1ilYV/s284/download%20(16).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="284" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yfzCGmTDJc6WtX8i9j3DZs-rtC52ZRrcAJJ-vN2Y0mdp7khXnDpk852ZNPU9MYZsMnBSXKBiwbGoBdHD7eGdn_M0I2peSa4U6Q1nMxcAuec92Ui2JiGLOSYNcIjnohWnrbDwLdS6AB1XMYo5clVPEH7UjsAUShqxnsPs_VgZGnu91twZape1ilYV/w169-h105/download%20(16).jpg" width="169" /></a></span><span> </span></span></i></b><span>Unfortunately, her apprenticeship at Germaine's Studio in Baker Street was cut short after one week when it was forced to close with the start of the German aerial bombardment in the 1940 London Blitz.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60vJNOGN69WT5HDY_QjZCW7PDO5HU99GVmBF4BqyXq8C_df7BuLUtFaZ8-X1bUjasg-cqJh6rPnaIzhiHdC5Tr4DIDOZ2G7v3vRpgun-KS30cHvM1Bzb3eW0d7TRFW-3LQ3oOnT0t-X1EcmMg-RjHr7XZsTzSWlT4_jaFXnu1dZSnz6pcjKwi19EV/s187/marienordlinger1902-e1549738655261.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="187" data-original-width="132" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60vJNOGN69WT5HDY_QjZCW7PDO5HU99GVmBF4BqyXq8C_df7BuLUtFaZ8-X1bUjasg-cqJh6rPnaIzhiHdC5Tr4DIDOZ2G7v3vRpgun-KS30cHvM1Bzb3eW0d7TRFW-3LQ3oOnT0t-X1EcmMg-RjHr7XZsTzSWlT4_jaFXnu1dZSnz6pcjKwi19EV/w79-h112/marienordlinger1902-e1549738655261.jpg" width="79" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">She relocated to Manchester where her brother Igor <span>was now studying and signed <span>up for a four year diploma course in photographic technology at<b> </b></span></span><span><b>Manchester College of Technology.</b> </span><span>It was in Manchester that she now formed a </span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7nj1jYwrvLR4yQzkDvaMkH-TeZDOBjEu-SCkF6ANB7SJPOHFRat7ksmbSYngL917bx7vPNNUppe88ZAKrLWipCho5wZkoj35hGkXQO3K0v6E9OtZ0gyJeGKhw8dxniUCm9nhBjLDlJdw_5Yh-Z-afs7Lvv_KmM8P3FQ6CrWTCrt6Tj9cpiARzXbb/s375/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="282" data-original-width="375" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7nj1jYwrvLR4yQzkDvaMkH-TeZDOBjEu-SCkF6ANB7SJPOHFRat7ksmbSYngL917bx7vPNNUppe88ZAKrLWipCho5wZkoj35hGkXQO3K0v6E9OtZ0gyJeGKhw8dxniUCm9nhBjLDlJdw_5Yh-Z-afs7Lvv_KmM8P3FQ6CrWTCrt6Tj9cpiARzXbb/w185-h139/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" width="185" /></a>close relationship with <b>Marie Nordlinger,</b> an artist famous for her friendship with Marcel Proust and who now had the biggest influence on Dorothy's work. She said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"My opportunity to meet a woman like this was wonderful and she couldn't have been a better 'grandmother' to me. I was 16 and she was in her 60s. I think it made the war years in Manchester much easier for me. </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>She had been an artist and had lived in Paris. Her house was amazing; books and paintings. She was the first person to encourage me with my photography". </i></b></span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="480" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOppNTYRplAjyAb-slRnE9SwZF5M-le7ZJ_azwhojeVauAZi7WZqUuKBm9hgrJiuA9X0RpZ1GrKnwszX1J8ARNWPUEs2hrWiXIj-MKleHTPoeaElYDAFZKisKmPas36NUrtAjtlKMG87agVEggmch5wHNSuCDgjnmhIScY6NeJexiKQ9vhU7ENaDU/w107-h166/TELEMMGLPICT000032950822_trans_NvBQzQNjv4BqqVzuuqpFlyLIwiB6NTmJwfSVWeZ_vEN7c6bHu2jJnT8.webp" width="107" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>During the day, to generate some income, Dorothy said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I had a job at a portrait studio. I remember I went to see if I could possibly join the Women's Army. They asked me "What was I doing?" And I said "I'm a portrait photographer". He then said </span><span style="color: #20124d;">"Oh; well it's an essential job to keep up the morale of the people, if you don’t want to join, carry on taking photographs. </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #20124d;"><b><i>Absolutely!" </i></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>It was here, in the studio at the age of sixteen, that she displayed the nascent probing qualities which would serve her so well as a professional photographer : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I used to try and find out who is the picture for? Was it for the family? Was it for a boyfriend, girlfriend, and so on? And at that time all we had, because film was very short, I had four shots only for each sitter, and having found out whether it was for a girlfriend or a boyfriend or a grandmother, I chose two with that in mind. The other two was me looking at the person and I'm happy to say that they mainly chose the ones that I saw them as". </span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Her talent as a communicator had also been spotted at this time : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Photography wasn’t the only work I did during the War. I also took evening classes for young photographers coming back from the Army wanting to relearn, and I was also chosen by the Minister of Information to join their group of lecturers/speakers"</span>.</i></b> In addition, a</span><span>s a Lithuanian, Dorothy was considered a 'Friendly Alien' and during the War she gave Ministry of Information talks, drawing on her personal experiences, about the crimes of Nazi Germany. </span></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37lD3N-Fh2aC9gxfLpZLFTLEvzL3XnulhotgUa4kuaqaSGvTEEofjmrfBFdt2qLGcX3q1l2Yljqpo5LfFNPIUKEr54WyK_Bl1SQ-9XYTK0OQ6yYFfizadDSP1phg-EQzOUdPlLOshW8t78drW4zclwrvXwDxVR-kNVl2yZ7Gj7KDLiCq_V3562Tai/s554/2023-03-23%20(6).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="554" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37lD3N-Fh2aC9gxfLpZLFTLEvzL3XnulhotgUa4kuaqaSGvTEEofjmrfBFdt2qLGcX3q1l2Yljqpo5LfFNPIUKEr54WyK_Bl1SQ-9XYTK0OQ6yYFfizadDSP1phg-EQzOUdPlLOshW8t78drW4zclwrvXwDxVR-kNVl2yZ7Gj7KDLiCq_V3562Tai/w251-h158/2023-03-23%20(6).png" width="251" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span>It was at the College that Dorothy was befriended by<b> Louis Bohm, </b>a young Polish Jew, also in exi</span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span>le and studying chemistry. She said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "</span></i></b></span></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I was brought up in a family that believes in education, I said I would only get married if he continued studying. And he said : </span><b style="color: #351c75; font-style: italic;">"All right Let's find a place where you can have your own studio"</b><span style="color: #990000;">"</span> At the time she was working at the s</span><span>tudio of Samuel Cooper, learning printing and retouching images and Dorothy recalled : </span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>“We got married without having anything whatsoever. He had a college scarf and a rusty bicycle”. </i></b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-teNOBVypKUC-FGPWJCV67QKzuV7ESesPBV_WiG_squZFmCQGP5-WZbgi0mGrIVrJkWjjxAsvEy0dR0_GXdpzP9PquYy1z2Adt1Eh6a8CyGgQ21TXehYLhM26oEny2I_qCEJUjkHlx0SDDdG2CH-Gv3B9uCNG0YTZkL3O7_csXq2Hdti28HzGLGd6/s318/2023-03-22%20(9).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="217" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-teNOBVypKUC-FGPWJCV67QKzuV7ESesPBV_WiG_squZFmCQGP5-WZbgi0mGrIVrJkWjjxAsvEy0dR0_GXdpzP9PquYy1z2Adt1Eh6a8CyGgQ21TXehYLhM26oEny2I_qCEJUjkHlx0SDDdG2CH-Gv3B9uCNG0YTZkL3O7_csXq2Hdti28HzGLGd6/w94-h138/2023-03-22%20(9).png" width="94" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxillZHzRWIf7Bl1CssdQdZL0-8gdpLXdmsIus5GVJDgpKwcVvBR-ao9bCIhXa1T-igAa7dsvuvy7hx_R15he1zkkB4TE_AQnjMMAEfgT0fRGDaYqnv42xG84IzQRu1F5UdDaipkVvgfHTqR707Q_nAfqwrKs5NPfP80uY048agXrhNSKQtZgTbwOX/s427/aaaa.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="331" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxillZHzRWIf7Bl1CssdQdZL0-8gdpLXdmsIus5GVJDgpKwcVvBR-ao9bCIhXa1T-igAa7dsvuvy7hx_R15he1zkkB4TE_AQnjMMAEfgT0fRGDaYqnv42xG84IzQRu1F5UdDaipkVvgfHTqR707Q_nAfqwrKs5NPfP80uY048agXrhNSKQtZgTbwOX/w106-h137/aaaa.png" width="106" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>She said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>Neither of us had any money, so we borrowed £300 from a</i></b></span></span><span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> friend’s family and we started a small studio in 1946, in Market Street, Manchester. And I must say it was very successful".</span></i></b> In her 'Studio Alexander', where she took </span><span>formal portraits, she honed the skills she had learned in the War : engaging with the sitters and searching out the beauty in their faces and illustrated in her portrait of fellow refugee, Eva and her photograph of a 'Manchester Girl'.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbchP74kwH82u_gojXuC32OwJtO_r_ifyhNYzJMIq_ovjQvT2tsI5sOcYELSt345MOMr7rXSy3MCksW6-4fqvLlu0deUbmk1hLTbLl49EFsh12uuL1tXAKqEi5l760p5yrQN2iOkPa7a7hQ47E58_rfQ5XKFEf4bMA_6o3-OPfJFJBhdYwn30BImw/s542/2023-03-23%20(7).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="542" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbchP74kwH82u_gojXuC32OwJtO_r_ifyhNYzJMIq_ovjQvT2tsI5sOcYELSt345MOMr7rXSy3MCksW6-4fqvLlu0deUbmk1hLTbLl49EFsh12uuL1tXAKqEi5l760p5yrQN2iOkPa7a7hQ47E58_rfQ5XKFEf4bMA_6o3-OPfJFJBhdYwn30BImw/s320/2023-03-23%20(7).png" width="320" /></a></div></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>She said :</span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Portraits were easy for me because I always thought there was something beautiful in every person”.</span></i></b> </span></span><span>She was, however, restless and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">The studio was too easy - you could control everything. I like the challenges of going out, with a camera, and trying to portray them".</span></i></b> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4fJlT-TeCZWlPDJQbQA-s2qQ6G2MPkVd853ZbfW6OvE3QbOowAFrCdrbj3i9Tt03r8yMw0KL6TBS111swGTyMvBJRP34kcuyRo20x6hMm8JM22ndt8KvnRjJZxt9lSpp6b7ckLt5uwXyF7owNLk-eyysev6O2uUCJj_S3RCtDyVuEf5Wm2Hq5GY4/s356/2023-03-29.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="356" data-original-width="232" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4fJlT-TeCZWlPDJQbQA-s2qQ6G2MPkVd853ZbfW6OvE3QbOowAFrCdrbj3i9Tt03r8yMw0KL6TBS111swGTyMvBJRP34kcuyRo20x6hMm8JM22ndt8KvnRjJZxt9lSpp6b7ckLt5uwXyF7owNLk-eyysev6O2uUCJj_S3RCtDyVuEf5Wm2Hq5GY4/w84-h129/2023-03-29.png" width="84" /></a></div>With the War over, it was a trip with Louis to the bohemian community at Ascona on Lake Maggiore, Switzerland, in 1947, which changed her direction and launched her into <i>'en plein air' </i>photography. </span><span><span>She said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">We arrived in Paris, on the way through to Switzerland, and my first picture ever taken in available light was in Paris. And it was from here that photographing in available light fascinated me and challenged me"</span><span> reacting quickly to capture her</span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> <span>“decisive moment”</span></span></i></b>. Using a <b>Rolleiflex</b> she took to the city streets and shot black and white pictures of everyday life, developing her own style of human interest photography. She said :</span><span> <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"People accepted me" </span><span>and </span>found that being a woman photographer was an advantage because she didn't : <span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>"</b></i></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">look threatening”.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6-92fRcMZsAYLn1wULjn38Nr57yf0zJYSzttJ9_OrIKtgUk9vD04Ncc-lbZXbVaD3sH0gfFPKroc7_RbTNiHtNEUy0YE9BIR1CTwXHMEUFH8e6Fw7a9_xzcIFJnYuKCn2q7HpwvEo-FU_BPoVCPeCGnB0eRD6Wak294W9D5t3KyPbbZ10zSgsUV9/s325/2023-03-23%20(9).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="325" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6-92fRcMZsAYLn1wULjn38Nr57yf0zJYSzttJ9_OrIKtgUk9vD04Ncc-lbZXbVaD3sH0gfFPKroc7_RbTNiHtNEUy0YE9BIR1CTwXHMEUFH8e6Fw7a9_xzcIFJnYuKCn2q7HpwvEo-FU_BPoVCPeCGnB0eRD6Wak294W9D5t3KyPbbZ10zSgsUV9/w258-h253/2023-03-23%20(9).png" width="258" /></a></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">At Lake Maggiore she said <b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> 'The thin veils of early morning mist rising from the lake made me wish to capture their mood with my camera and I couldn't resist the temptation to photograph again. Once I had discovered to joys of photography in daylight, I certainly was not short of subjects".</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>In the early 1950s Dorothy and Louis settled down in London, where they brought up their two daughters. However, Louis’s work, working for the </span></span><span>petrochemical company, </span><span>Shell, brought her the opportunity of extensive travel and allowed her to shoot in locations that were exotic for the time, such as Mexico and South Africa.</span><span> In addition, her work of this period provided insights into the changing face of post-war Europe, as well as the USA, the Soviet Union and Israel. She said : </span><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">"</b><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Someone who is born in a society, doesn’t notice things – someone from outside notices more. Travels make you see things that people who don’t travel will never see or understand". </b></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I was fortunate that my husband's income enabled me to photograph for the joy of photographing".</span></i></b> </span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG3lb7FqOQYW4H1H87yLTjIvgVTFPORDEiAQmS34AaVwjBLsVQ0cHfMuEVfWl0OMV9ky1cYihov3EwlunYrNBWam0ToP5das5H2xd7bc_8fzqGAzqOO-1t3gWImykJFix-t4hVMeOKyItfaZwtqDsunkwq833kfroJbPCw_evdQY5NXWxBzwONZwr/s446/2023-03-21%20(31).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="283" data-original-width="446" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG3lb7FqOQYW4H1H87yLTjIvgVTFPORDEiAQmS34AaVwjBLsVQ0cHfMuEVfWl0OMV9ky1cYihov3EwlunYrNBWam0ToP5das5H2xd7bc_8fzqGAzqOO-1t3gWImykJFix-t4hVMeOKyItfaZwtqDsunkwq833kfroJbPCw_evdQY5NXWxBzwONZwr/w263-h167/2023-03-21%20(31).png" width="263" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>It was in the 1950s that Dorothy heard, via the Red Cross, that her parents were still alive. After the Soviet Union fought and took Lithuania from Germany in 1940, they, as German citizens had been deported to Russia. Her father was then sent to a labour camp for five years before being exiled with her mother and younger sister to Biysk, in the Altai region of Russia. </span><span>When Dorothy flew to Russia and saw them again it was 1960 and they were living in poverty in Soviet-ruled Riga, Latvia. </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcLn69mdcCkkrjqFd-JxctHIbFUofXz0ZGKT7QzxVA0o5HKNclkgPfZOi1BAV7HbNIfrTz2ptopZo7F3VpwnTD64rbXvXmy3GTgYIK-RQLZ5SgERdmhLyKp4EwVcOqJA66o4FoCbpVgBnC67fVcR9nWk0Lsogt8dIXx90wE5VDyFLoFeFigdmZpWm/s208/download%20(15).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="140" data-original-width="208" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcLn69mdcCkkrjqFd-JxctHIbFUofXz0ZGKT7QzxVA0o5HKNclkgPfZOi1BAV7HbNIfrTz2ptopZo7F3VpwnTD64rbXvXmy3GTgYIK-RQLZ5SgERdmhLyKp4EwVcOqJA66o4FoCbpVgBnC67fVcR9nWk0Lsogt8dIXx90wE5VDyFLoFeFigdmZpWm/s1600/download%20(15).jpg" width="208" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>It then took Dorothy and Louis three </span><span>years to get permission to bring them to Britain, a feat made possible by then leader-of-the-opposition, <b>Harold Wilson. </b>Wilson was going to meet Soviet leader <b>Nikita Khrushchev</b> to talk about antisemitism and on hearing this they hand delivered a letter to his home, marked : <i><b><span style="color: #20124d;">'</span></b></i></span><span><b><span style="color: #20124d;"><i>Please take this on your flight to Russia'</i>.</span></b> <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=harold+wilson+met+kruschev+1963&btnK=Google+Search&source=hp&ei=X4_DYM6AIY3rgAbQrI34Cw&iflsig=AINFCbYAAAAAYMOdb3H4_Th_Cqx2P2bvs4-49OYFWOwS&oq=&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAxQAFgAYOr_AWgAcAB4AIABAIgBAJIBAJgBAKoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=gws-wiz&ved=0ahUKEwiOrM6TgJDxAhWNNcAKHVBWA78Q4dUDCA4#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:be498a41,vid:erWUm9Z5NHM">(link)</a> </span>Incredibly, when Wilson returned from his trip it was announced on the news that an elderly Jewish couple had been given permission<b> to join their daughter in England.</b></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJvm4ODzscdvPluro-We-CW6V5s5vYbVV9kG_HF2_xcN-8MOe1NYlwzs9TqkcXcrqMD8fVfJjL_crcbx4oJ7NA2yze0qKb0JiE5wUwB5AkkTjTl2P2_nxEpAxsHv1RYvK7LR2KRLTH5bIlfzB5kWSElWaGahVM2lm74A1Yhxs7Cl2C2PDk2fcBzbY/s273/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="273" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJvm4ODzscdvPluro-We-CW6V5s5vYbVV9kG_HF2_xcN-8MOe1NYlwzs9TqkcXcrqMD8fVfJjL_crcbx4oJ7NA2yze0qKb0JiE5wUwB5AkkTjTl2P2_nxEpAxsHv1RYvK7LR2KRLTH5bIlfzB5kWSElWaGahVM2lm74A1Yhxs7Cl2C2PDk2fcBzbY/s1600/download%20(10).jpg" width="273" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Dorothy recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“My father was amazing. He was in one of the worst camps in Siberia; it was 40 degrees below zero for eight months. There were times in the early days when I didn’t know if they were alive, and they didn’t know if the other was alive. And he wasn’t bitter, it was amazing. </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>When I talked to him I wanted to ask questions, then my mother said when he has talked to you he wakes up in the middle of the night and screams so please don’t ask any more questions. I didn’t.”</i></b></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_zCi_zER5WghMSvYg5ZQ4cOxmzDkHPdyn3Zmskq0UzPB_AjsDXeUAB5fz7Zn_kgTdL_DHn-4wkd44uYjjRxMJcipeGRp1c2DyInVjwvsFXJxoSvFjsJOjKpRlfkZ9QxZsmyyfgjTWK64kWjXw9KD-JJ2aUOyKJXP1j6WMP_4yCj2R598rEpUYM0e/s197/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="197" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_zCi_zER5WghMSvYg5ZQ4cOxmzDkHPdyn3Zmskq0UzPB_AjsDXeUAB5fz7Zn_kgTdL_DHn-4wkd44uYjjRxMJcipeGRp1c2DyInVjwvsFXJxoSvFjsJOjKpRlfkZ9QxZsmyyfgjTWK64kWjXw9KD-JJ2aUOyKJXP1j6WMP_4yCj2R598rEpUYM0e/w131-h94/download%20(11).jpg" width="131" /></a><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4WrASTSj31pOcjVxtfBG5jq1fQ5-t_eeYxqaCBJoLuw1DpwQ2sr08Z1VFlS_qjd6rLnV8q6I2myBwMIjkCTfA8WBQK1wZMROrOI3gAV0c6aFxVLBtovMjr02jiYFVMbwNCsEQsbPL_rI08GnR0F6-GYYMa5dxYlgxrviD3y9F72rXS9r0dsv5fCL/s345/Screenshot%20(61).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="345" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4WrASTSj31pOcjVxtfBG5jq1fQ5-t_eeYxqaCBJoLuw1DpwQ2sr08Z1VFlS_qjd6rLnV8q6I2myBwMIjkCTfA8WBQK1wZMROrOI3gAV0c6aFxVLBtovMjr02jiYFVMbwNCsEQsbPL_rI08GnR0F6-GYYMa5dxYlgxrviD3y9F72rXS9r0dsv5fCL/w217-h163/Screenshot%20(61).png" width="217" /></a>Dorothy had her first solo show at the age of forty-five in 1969 at the Institute of Contemporary Arts in London, </span></span></span></span></span></span><span>where</span><span><span> her exhibition, '<b>People at Peace'</b>, was juxtaposed with 'The Destruction Business', a selection of Don McCullin’s war photography. She said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">That was the very first time, aside from Beaton at the National Portrait Gallery, that photography was given a showing. I was lucky, I was friends with important people”</span></i></b> and </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>“At the time, the interest in the show was so enormous that there were calls for a photography-specific gallery”. </i></b></span><span>Her first photobook, 'A World Observed', was published the following year and in 1971 she co-founded with <b>Sue Davies,</b> the Photographers' Gallery in London, </span><span>as the first public gallery in Britain devoted solely to photography.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dorothy said that after her exhibition <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">:</span> "Sir Paul Riley, who liked at my photography, looked at the picture and said to me : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"And why not London ?"</span><span style="color: #990000;"> And from that point I did, seriously, photograph London. Before that, it had been only cities in Europe. I'd travelled everywhere<span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></i></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b>.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXFdX4VbGSw&t=0m19s">(link)</a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="258" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHx17G70LQy_s8C5k3PkU0ewtrvRPXfCwJRo2GulRtp6ufOKJPhbS-ULDMUtkuY9AKhlBWg8vvNQTetH756RW7-6bWNQ6LpePcoPTB45WuSAA-ienmrActgayZJExp9wzUp9fvEB_GnL8hRZTa8MicrO3e4i0TR_mxcn9y1FbNGslQKDfX8DNxKYO6/w135-h103/download%20(1).jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="135" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Zw9pLPw1E0jeL1wH1Q8BXVm70TspTjVfnuoJBWGj-BXu__7HGUF4DUrVRZWqPY-d66WlBipQQHaZvsecgzqk88fLPhg6CZJs6NPTnoMZcGPB1yb1hPkDfwnpkSACGC5VOpUEe_sWzoG5w0fyJIzSYiYOtiYszdf2bCybxhkE1kPk6r8QwoZ_Mgoi/s377/2023-03-21%20(2).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="373" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Zw9pLPw1E0jeL1wH1Q8BXVm70TspTjVfnuoJBWGj-BXu__7HGUF4DUrVRZWqPY-d66WlBipQQHaZvsecgzqk88fLPhg6CZJs6NPTnoMZcGPB1yb1hPkDfwnpkSACGC5VOpUEe_sWzoG5w0fyJIzSYiYOtiYszdf2bCybxhkE1kPk6r8QwoZ_Mgoi/w117-h118/2023-03-21%20(2).png" width="117" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcwTMTBA-7jIcdokv_CfE9Zxp63YIK4vTamNNUFB9WZnZJa5gAppUteRIA7XU405Wej6yylTT-yOexzzAxddtqdt7VAKtjaVoOV6A1cFs237znemqHCTmqKMJp0myN6jPnnCMjn2cPXqNMpNj97nyLzM_Xh2sQEjTKRwnQg_vGWai67hMgEH5B0Aa/s225/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="224" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcwTMTBA-7jIcdokv_CfE9Zxp63YIK4vTamNNUFB9WZnZJa5gAppUteRIA7XU405Wej6yylTT-yOexzzAxddtqdt7VAKtjaVoOV6A1cFs237znemqHCTmqKMJp0myN6jPnnCMjn2cPXqNMpNj97nyLzM_Xh2sQEjTKRwnQg_vGWai67hMgEH5B0Aa/w124-h125/download%20(2).jpg" width="124" /></a></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lisbon, Rome and Paris</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4GIKE1TwCQaSGK2owQCtkSPyE2drhz-TnbIltGMBf1qBR-Q4pJz_4FkINI05-F00mdqAflH5UMVROfMLjNy-r2mzwAigmXwJQemQnb-G44wx1-_b-tbdK0sUI5YTDZ3H-2muoYhDBiynNe2J_-d5kmcrU7WE-u9aR2ncIQ_2W5QyRvr0g0uWZzz1/s400/untitled-3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="285" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4GIKE1TwCQaSGK2owQCtkSPyE2drhz-TnbIltGMBf1qBR-Q4pJz_4FkINI05-F00mdqAflH5UMVROfMLjNy-r2mzwAigmXwJQemQnb-G44wx1-_b-tbdK0sUI5YTDZ3H-2muoYhDBiynNe2J_-d5kmcrU7WE-u9aR2ncIQ_2W5QyRvr0g0uWZzz1/w130-h183/untitled-3.jpg" width="130" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span><br /></span></div><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I remember most of the moments at which I took an important picture for me. Here, there was a woman who might have been a very lovely sort of woman herself and quite tragic because, now, she's old and sad and she's selling dolls. </span><span>(Petticoat Lane, London)</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> I touched a moment in me, of pity in her"</span>.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZC5m73UdapUAZdw8QULPp0yAPvJtO3-fEaNbAh2Dd89-Rq2etOCYAlIlpdQqzSRpvaamuvVUADFG0i3FmPdGSSEQizDoDu7TNjNbauGsSjIBpX1ASS7TX69GjEBNJcR0JFG9bpPz0ljQsomQglUaPUO5M_jFf-mN5yRkc6cNjWbZMKfgXuMlnR_o/s1536/P13481_10.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1283" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZC5m73UdapUAZdw8QULPp0yAPvJtO3-fEaNbAh2Dd89-Rq2etOCYAlIlpdQqzSRpvaamuvVUADFG0i3FmPdGSSEQizDoDu7TNjNbauGsSjIBpX1ASS7TX69GjEBNJcR0JFG9bpPz0ljQsomQglUaPUO5M_jFf-mN5yRkc6cNjWbZMKfgXuMlnR_o/w170-h204/P13481_10.jpg" width="170" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"He is a London character who obviously enjoyed being photographed by me and I also like the fact that the man at the back was again, very much and East Ender. Petticoat Lane was full of interesting things at the time"</span></i></b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdoWvYxzLqQ-aKTFCw_aNpHzj7FAD9W9-90qbI6ewsCAGyXXt7c3GlhK0BSVvlTKbaEkj1wv5ZPVvc4BpZFWxA58gu-Wt2YLVdQdapgrL7M_kzNzOUwM003QFHdioWLkyz4DigZICiD3uwHCP4HKEUlf-GvGBiFK018TrFtxs2yeIziwmhZgwQlIM/s512/Billingsgate-London-60s.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="390" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdoWvYxzLqQ-aKTFCw_aNpHzj7FAD9W9-90qbI6ewsCAGyXXt7c3GlhK0BSVvlTKbaEkj1wv5ZPVvc4BpZFWxA58gu-Wt2YLVdQdapgrL7M_kzNzOUwM003QFHdioWLkyz4DigZICiD3uwHCP4HKEUlf-GvGBiFK018TrFtxs2yeIziwmhZgwQlIM/w131-h173/Billingsgate-London-60s.jpg" width="131" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"What pleases me is when I'm with other people and they don't seem to notice things that mean something to me. I want to capture a reality as seen through my way because we all see things in a different way. Don't forget I've been trained to look for the moment and take a picture because it's worth taking and I think that remained with me all my life".</span></i></b> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZDQtcLpCUxAvBdMf0F2JMHgzibzL52CnxjYWqkEHo4O4YekT4FrQtUOf6IUxP2LjKJF6n9XAA2Dkv7fEiNuOIAUDPykqquaeNb7dcG7ucOZx3n3t3kddS5cAPkXJfzxwxVrrNpbKniazpumy32nsyhKZbszcWjxGQ9PCMlLC4_WLH1pRCAI2c3IW/s504/2023-03-22%20(4).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: left; color: black; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="304" data-original-width="504" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZDQtcLpCUxAvBdMf0F2JMHgzibzL52CnxjYWqkEHo4O4YekT4FrQtUOf6IUxP2LjKJF6n9XAA2Dkv7fEiNuOIAUDPykqquaeNb7dcG7ucOZx3n3t3kddS5cAPkXJfzxwxVrrNpbKniazpumy32nsyhKZbszcWjxGQ9PCMlLC4_WLH1pRCAI2c3IW/w327-h196/2023-03-22%20(4).png" width="327" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"><b><i>"</i></b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">If you're a photographer, everything you see is of interest, Photography can open the world to other people. It makes you see which you cannot see. It's opening, in my peculiar way, the world for other people to look at and if they're interested to see it. I'm delighted"</span></i></b>.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAiZWfp2Btw&t=0m09s" style="text-align: left;">(link)</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeU9IiBqy7CI7syp6NNYiT5kdXphqqroEn4D-hXOuVqaM_1XY9-zbMvGjnitP3zh-AFqPC7idvOIgWxbXZkUe2gunV6tjVYrpqQiXbQRNzgG1NgImWKRBwB4E4ccb5Sivz_A2fTsGZ1323Iv82WFHpP1kLAsHNQ4pnplS3aeJ6Rxd_lX8HYOwHqdiU/s323/2023-03-22%20(7).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="223" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeU9IiBqy7CI7syp6NNYiT5kdXphqqroEn4D-hXOuVqaM_1XY9-zbMvGjnitP3zh-AFqPC7idvOIgWxbXZkUe2gunV6tjVYrpqQiXbQRNzgG1NgImWKRBwB4E4ccb5Sivz_A2fTsGZ1323Iv82WFHpP1kLAsHNQ4pnplS3aeJ6Rxd_lX8HYOwHqdiU/w106-h153/2023-03-22%20(7).png" width="106" /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJmIvX1FcSQhU33eln5rvyfDiWIjPt-xUuneOOuiwSqDJt-2zrgcdH3anX4PPe7OBN-iZuB8HxS7G8rARCNgWg5GcN29cxHLNFxDPYaw3TB5NOiVSo2WOWMLANRXHeF9KkrKsRsF0dY2Cnnz-5G85DkQepMMLqJl-r81L0xmzunmYQrjm7EP2wipG/s321/2023-03-22%20(8).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="273" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJmIvX1FcSQhU33eln5rvyfDiWIjPt-xUuneOOuiwSqDJt-2zrgcdH3anX4PPe7OBN-iZuB8HxS7G8rARCNgWg5GcN29cxHLNFxDPYaw3TB5NOiVSo2WOWMLANRXHeF9KkrKsRsF0dY2Cnnz-5G85DkQepMMLqJl-r81L0xmzunmYQrjm7EP2wipG/w132-h155/2023-03-22%20(8).png" width="132" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span><br /></span></div><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I started 'Londoners' in 1940 when the Blitz started. My love for</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> Londoners is partly due to the fact that people behaved in the most extraordinary way - good to each other, and don't forget I've lived in Paris and New York"</span></i></b>.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAiZWfp2Btw&t=1m20s">(link)</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bPp6O9sMAK6rTPYG9W62VDBLvwsaD_pk4gFsApD88y-YyWwpLo51U5zsqGO8UyzAHDId8rPE5GO5MWnohrbDgQhJpX8SV_FfsGf66eQuVvnmoopdJrfZf_dUeyCtQ_M8SSyJClIbyA65afl5OsacXp5QJcMCwTjdL1FAtemRKcskQAaynkz2YmHC/s353/2023-03-22%20(15).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="315" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bPp6O9sMAK6rTPYG9W62VDBLvwsaD_pk4gFsApD88y-YyWwpLo51U5zsqGO8UyzAHDId8rPE5GO5MWnohrbDgQhJpX8SV_FfsGf66eQuVvnmoopdJrfZf_dUeyCtQ_M8SSyJClIbyA65afl5OsacXp5QJcMCwTjdL1FAtemRKcskQAaynkz2YmHC/w163-h184/2023-03-22%20(15).png" width="163" /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7gTaQdW8mocE91jh10GMqrjoYvbYvPHxugDZU1L-WNXoXzyZ8qy65tsIAnwHuh53D6GRDifimAS6SD4BoZ_Pz--15tniTYS5lsfftCTQkQMxSBA_QfuCOEnXEM9qms0UxHLl118PEoVvKM7ebtIiOaSOjcpVbAFvXAwE5SE6S6GfPbDg1v6cx4V7/s427/2023-03-21%20(24).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="338" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7gTaQdW8mocE91jh10GMqrjoYvbYvPHxugDZU1L-WNXoXzyZ8qy65tsIAnwHuh53D6GRDifimAS6SD4BoZ_Pz--15tniTYS5lsfftCTQkQMxSBA_QfuCOEnXEM9qms0UxHLl118PEoVvKM7ebtIiOaSOjcpVbAFvXAwE5SE6S6GfPbDg1v6cx4V7/w151-h191/2023-03-21%20(24).png" width="151" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I would </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>never take a picture if somebody objected. I often took a picture without them noticing it, but I would never take a picture that might hurt. There's enough hurt in the world and this again shows that he didn't mind at all. There's one shot, nothing more"</i></b></span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAiZWfp2Btw&t=2m09s"> (link)</a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="595" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpWNDnpl11LJfryKyAfw3ysMTO6w5UpITUCyc7RlQFyjPTotSdP2LdoA6o4xxCvj58dj4M44jygBD9P7pBdZIdBVhYxRxJvGdKKFqKvzGkbyx8yEv1OV0fICBd8Ek0Q4hxYXPl_L-x9E4tXmrZ5cwK0RTL9anuUKpHVo8zcAFpRplggiTPKy7C-wM0/w213-h274/51406aca5c3e3c19d3000496.format-webp.width-2880_Gx6bwN80Ks4ZKHMv.webp" width="213" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="742" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyTmModuywKb0JdqdUzrGoCSVJJqtcI8fRwNGmAYXZad7OwAMPUnSZR_chyWNoWe3wDCv761mVrhTS7UNSzKDvoaP6EYsMvu5jPcNxoKO__zTFDtW-wGDOdGURHT50VoU0_sy0PG6D9AGRlwFabBC4Qc7gkekqYMuV5sFIu9xznGq0kG6qqdR7wtO/w209-h123/2023-03-21%20(23).png" width="209" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It would be easy to find ugly things and I have sometimes seen the figures I would dislike. But no. I try not to beautify things but to see things as I saw them. You see this picture here, no where else in the world would children play on a gravestone and this one here - only English boys - they couldn't be French. They couldn't be Italian".</span></i></b> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAiZWfp2Btw&t=1m38s">(link)</a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzR-B28yYyWkmCjns-hpYvwU78IsMRedlF6iojsFpco0CfCRXLIEh0zJ75P6rpdAtKoCCJMhP2FW7xZllCIzOMXbn2JOYq089jkx2gucIjzSbdSQZXg4Sk55byHTEq-SYEJyqAmAhxph_N8CUU9oF8N0A1-9ZE7VmV3jNTSaudskgP94EHfCslWNW1/s254/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="254" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzR-B28yYyWkmCjns-hpYvwU78IsMRedlF6iojsFpco0CfCRXLIEh0zJ75P6rpdAtKoCCJMhP2FW7xZllCIzOMXbn2JOYq089jkx2gucIjzSbdSQZXg4Sk55byHTEq-SYEJyqAmAhxph_N8CUU9oF8N0A1-9ZE7VmV3jNTSaudskgP94EHfCslWNW1/w173-h134/images%20(1).jpg" width="173" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhki18QM_av98hf6K90o6k5UrwGSr1JJLBqlvu62IoyT_nMPjWIWbpjF-P0eFTOxzVNSnwcoLKA2dNg-cINr_GZCQiNqo_JLhWDuCgkxMCPkaPFV-NjXzZl65li2sDdOY-pTFOzOxbpnAqhILoOl41VzN2CNhLoqeZuMgPHplSp5IoLwFTdN-odQEVD/s349/2023-03-22%20(12).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="250" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhki18QM_av98hf6K90o6k5UrwGSr1JJLBqlvu62IoyT_nMPjWIWbpjF-P0eFTOxzVNSnwcoLKA2dNg-cINr_GZCQiNqo_JLhWDuCgkxMCPkaPFV-NjXzZl65li2sDdOY-pTFOzOxbpnAqhILoOl41VzN2CNhLoqeZuMgPHplSp5IoLwFTdN-odQEVD/w105-h148/2023-03-22%20(12).png" width="105" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVZYJ9Idf0Py54ZN35p0jD19nx2gVmkvje9FbljZ552AVSbcV1o3GOzcnzFqCcCBFSPcUDuRKhWiuybiivwJyathxwm1t8ERDWY8pzOAsCxGCaVzU52NtXDfEoY-O3r1N9m4vJolDbAaNnpBRi6Mub-kqfAT3TmYIQmNu_as5EAVT1LgJLQDk-SQ7/s351/2023-03-22%20(14).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="279" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVZYJ9Idf0Py54ZN35p0jD19nx2gVmkvje9FbljZ552AVSbcV1o3GOzcnzFqCcCBFSPcUDuRKhWiuybiivwJyathxwm1t8ERDWY8pzOAsCxGCaVzU52NtXDfEoY-O3r1N9m4vJolDbAaNnpBRi6Mub-kqfAT3TmYIQmNu_as5EAVT1LgJLQDk-SQ7/w115-h145/2023-03-22%20(14).png" width="115" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJmax3GaltNmQ5-cVlTjuhXBzSLdy3zhMvVNq81vAdjTUYQWms6Qsf-OkCv5gFDOv86dbqb5lX6TQzz_rd5-Jmrq0pcaE82l9eIjqFd2bcf4PoUhxTbvENSaVtQVyuDn_w3gMPwwRNV5-p7QL11hOKX0bVTtdRTDyXpFjjkSsrmKtuXDL0K_Ehxbh/s428/Screenshot%20(47).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="355" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJmax3GaltNmQ5-cVlTjuhXBzSLdy3zhMvVNq81vAdjTUYQWms6Qsf-OkCv5gFDOv86dbqb5lX6TQzz_rd5-Jmrq0pcaE82l9eIjqFd2bcf4PoUhxTbvENSaVtQVyuDn_w3gMPwwRNV5-p7QL11hOKX0bVTtdRTDyXpFjjkSsrmKtuXDL0K_Ehxbh/w145-h172/Screenshot%20(47).png" width="145" /></a></div>"I think the sentence Roland Penrose </span></i></b><i><span><b><span style="color: #990000;">used when I had my first </span></b></span></i><i><span><b><span style="color: #990000;"><br />book published he said : </span>'Her camera doesn't always see. It feels'.<span style="color: #990000;"> I think that sums it up for me"</span></b></span></i>. (The artist and historian, Penrose, wrote the preface to her book). <span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27mm0vrDBEzxG3yteOZiMQL2tQZzxlou5nrjg9fJxkDD0U3i8w8WFYM2awQfN7QTZmQiSPnqIZd6-gPgh40Isi0446tUFPDA6kAPgMGhm_qWnY3uRdjvitqPq6ucMwshsOXMzDxehoNxyvsvEADqdT23FERQP3LmwYbsdNVCZrN4KFS1WM7mDrFu1/s244/images%20(4).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="152" height="75" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27mm0vrDBEzxG3yteOZiMQL2tQZzxlou5nrjg9fJxkDD0U3i8w8WFYM2awQfN7QTZmQiSPnqIZd6-gPgh40Isi0446tUFPDA6kAPgMGhm_qWnY3uRdjvitqPq6ucMwshsOXMzDxehoNxyvsvEADqdT23FERQP3LmwYbsdNVCZrN4KFS1WM7mDrFu1/w47-h75/images%20(4).jpg" width="47" /></a>She herself said </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"You have to have a certain amount of sympathy or empathy for the people that you photograph, otherwise it's cold. It's been part of my life, I can't even disassociate myself from it and I must admit I never take photographs for anybody else but for myself. If other people like it and I've had quite a lot of success, I'm happy about it". </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUqWLffJlGfC7Xfi5Rwsb3QjVoM-x8h01k41TNDI_qbggj0oxXJ6Hdtht1VOYSjzDUX9lOD96ZV3dNSEt15A4Lhrw6YwYAkLMBcL5R61ylm1LTC2SWZvsDb8MjypGtHUYielPdCfH1t-uM1BBNMhOlDzGlquNkAjwyMX8bykjbLu6pbt4hTFjJ1HP/s800/Bill-Brandt.webp" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="670" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUqWLffJlGfC7Xfi5Rwsb3QjVoM-x8h01k41TNDI_qbggj0oxXJ6Hdtht1VOYSjzDUX9lOD96ZV3dNSEt15A4Lhrw6YwYAkLMBcL5R61ylm1LTC2SWZvsDb8MjypGtHUYielPdCfH1t-uM1BBNMhOlDzGlquNkAjwyMX8bykjbLu6pbt4hTFjJ1HP/w115-h138/Bill-Brandt.webp" width="115" /></a></div>Her photographic output decreased during the 1970s as she helped to build the reputation of the Photographers’ Gallery as an Associate Director for 15 years and worked on exhibitions of emerging talents like Sarah <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZAprCBnuldQfAx1GSIP1tw5nek9Ox578_TtWfSY4k8_2TedlUFS3HBZEMI8zYV48xOphFdZ9w9_2HCVnU5v7RFNk70XzE5Et7Gsw3IYSTPoEgBeKRKrUv3Wtn1PPvdL-6EvcEtQcTaJ0pUh2ZI_6YbbaaHfSgVeEkWTfkrT3BReNYYoys4Ob2pR3/s261/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="193" data-original-width="261" height="86" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZAprCBnuldQfAx1GSIP1tw5nek9Ox578_TtWfSY4k8_2TedlUFS3HBZEMI8zYV48xOphFdZ9w9_2HCVnU5v7RFNk70XzE5Et7Gsw3IYSTPoEgBeKRKrUv3Wtn1PPvdL-6EvcEtQcTaJ0pUh2ZI_6YbbaaHfSgVeEkWTfkrT3BReNYYoys4Ob2pR3/w116-h86/download%20(12).jpg" width="116" /></a></span><span>Moon and Colin Jones.<a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2021/10/britain-says-farewell-to-colin-jones.html">(link)</a> Of the veterans she said she found : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Some nice, some conceited".</span></i></b> <b>Henri Cartier-Bresson</b> was : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"A complicated man. Very strong views. He didn’t have much reverence for other people. I think humility is something that one should have. Anyhow, a very good photographer".</span></i></b> <b>Bill Brandt </b>she found to be : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"A shy, wonderful human being"</span></i></b>. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSEs90xzAyTqPN5auQvxa9J4Q7X7hkGMLpU3cHKCI1muq4qyXKqc_ZEE4BV-D26cWLTuJK1rfeqTuuTZXIl5mXC-0CbCcCgIltCoRR8Ve8P-NyYS-LTxIlDc-hAL2UgaI94121ReGRvCazRqIBivmT_t6q_ntEn5MCGtjXm1O18NEIKLPI86LhSfG/s319/maxresdefault.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="278" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSEs90xzAyTqPN5auQvxa9J4Q7X7hkGMLpU3cHKCI1muq4qyXKqc_ZEE4BV-D26cWLTuJK1rfeqTuuTZXIl5mXC-0CbCcCgIltCoRR8Ve8P-NyYS-LTxIlDc-hAL2UgaI94121ReGRvCazRqIBivmT_t6q_ntEn5MCGtjXm1O18NEIKLPI86LhSfG/w110-h127/maxresdefault.jpg" width="110" /></a></div><span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0yxJIwZb3FgfppqiKY80sEkRTeJIPa1ROGdtjOBisvdtzZlb4XAYa2qmyzcHL7UaEMbq7slYx84dxavCpDzDVbWW2AzQQQXA0FVqN51-dOz-ZJDKSljmOwd8HPPPzjMkcWtmpQeIy3VUnwikHqrSB4m5d0HrByY9g1jeB2ZTnddyKEiwYLd2ZKJc/s234/images%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="215" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0yxJIwZb3FgfppqiKY80sEkRTeJIPa1ROGdtjOBisvdtzZlb4XAYa2qmyzcHL7UaEMbq7slYx84dxavCpDzDVbWW2AzQQQXA0FVqN51-dOz-ZJDKSljmOwd8HPPPzjMkcWtmpQeIy3VUnwikHqrSB4m5d0HrByY9g1jeB2ZTnddyKEiwYLd2ZKJc/w130-h142/images%20(3).jpg" width="130" /></a></div><div>Of <b>Martin Parr, </b>whose pictures she admitted were in stark contrast to hers she said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I try to find things that are good and to me, when I photograph the English, I photograph the way I see them, whereas he has that sense of humour. And he is as right as I am right"</span></i>.</b> She got on less well with <b>Cecil Beaton,</b> who she said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Did not know how to cope with the photography. Somebody else had to help him with the shutter”.</span></i></b></div></span></div></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyPvLIcVLD3JL8qxK3pn-eecx86IkaiQNXmCfmzg1D5erIuImAZZxIBROrg_5GPMpJMrTgPT9_HpvhWHrSZObipu5Ro7wyy-ujwZE7dkEu22hVcw86vEjRU6nz8XrGwRjNyuyruqBwG4MwmJ7mFZNeLgcA_XmJkPhM5HLfgAesAhVzWQQsElFWv4e/s256/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="197" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyPvLIcVLD3JL8qxK3pn-eecx86IkaiQNXmCfmzg1D5erIuImAZZxIBROrg_5GPMpJMrTgPT9_HpvhWHrSZObipu5Ro7wyy-ujwZE7dkEu22hVcw86vEjRU6nz8XrGwRjNyuyruqBwG4MwmJ7mFZNeLgcA_XmJkPhM5HLfgAesAhVzWQQsElFWv4e/w87-h113/download%20(4).jpg" width="87" /></a><span>She said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I went to New York and I went to see </span></i></b></span><i><b>André Kertész </b><span style="color: #990000;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisge3vRedlRLXBo6tEYjz4cuVhOpEa3_asgjmULi_FircyCLP0nPjwcnu6N715QECUzH95a7VthA1y351BDvB8R4nLhAYZaXTKL1FMFG-pODCEq0WM9eZj4FaZ99Aeoi2RCXj5hoXErX1KegOIL_USMVSmRGjm4UUsdTSJ7vo4cDnaebD2K7hEPqcL/s422/2023-03-28%20(1).png" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="305" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisge3vRedlRLXBo6tEYjz4cuVhOpEa3_asgjmULi_FircyCLP0nPjwcnu6N715QECUzH95a7VthA1y351BDvB8R4nLhAYZaXTKL1FMFG-pODCEq0WM9eZj4FaZ99Aeoi2RCXj5hoXErX1KegOIL_USMVSmRGjm4UUsdTSJ7vo4cDnaebD2K7hEPqcL/w120-h166/2023-03-28%20(1).png" width="120" /></a>and he had been given a by Polaroid some material so they say he's using it. When I saw what he was doing I came back and asked my husband : "Could I have a Christmas present - a polaroid ?" I started to take photos for two years, every morning on the window sill and I'm absolutely certain that I learned how to look at colour through working with a polaroid. It's not difficult to succeed in colour. It's more difficult to succeed in colour than in black and white. For some reason we take it for granted that black and white is more artistic".</b></span></i></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0Kr7OCqXPmw9s9b7g1hVS5B8GzWhG_znRquk9_0g822sOO4IiL1x5XCL_4j_MtcMrsfhVmBQvgRRwgu5AujmPipQWWOoUCn0yPnRLBq_ZnI1QvjaPtt4Z33n8gKaoFPkxofq67ukoEXiWY6vL_sZVjrKq4hkrY6BEyTSNdc7c_XIfeG5tS8Yn7-Y/s259/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0Kr7OCqXPmw9s9b7g1hVS5B8GzWhG_znRquk9_0g822sOO4IiL1x5XCL_4j_MtcMrsfhVmBQvgRRwgu5AujmPipQWWOoUCn0yPnRLBq_ZnI1QvjaPtt4Z33n8gKaoFPkxofq67ukoEXiWY6vL_sZVjrKq4hkrY6BEyTSNdc7c_XIfeG5tS8Yn7-Y/w80-h106/download%20(13).jpg" width="80" /></a></span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>From the mid-1980s, she worked primarily in colour, embracing collage-like </span><span>compositions of <b>torn posters</b> and pavement furniture and surreal reflections in </span><span>shop windows and puddles. In these, she exhibited a particular fondness for a strong red and her Hungarian friend and inspiration, </span>André, became an admirer of her vibrant polaroids.</span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeoVjX3FfU2oiYmx4xo4fa8VwfWkDcEI3tqI0S7y8IZI2JiqPXSxu6HwvLruX4eunjy4EQKQQq59i-F4jHAGt7ijDP5rj_EGiek-NfPM6Ly52dk2zWrQOVQW6_lU-Hcs4Yis50WCSwHkN6rHwWxL3oYKECkotmozHNDzDAo7h1R6pzVmu_-2MfmV3/s380/2023-03-27%20(6).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="380" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeoVjX3FfU2oiYmx4xo4fa8VwfWkDcEI3tqI0S7y8IZI2JiqPXSxu6HwvLruX4eunjy4EQKQQq59i-F4jHAGt7ijDP5rj_EGiek-NfPM6Ly52dk2zWrQOVQW6_lU-Hcs4Yis50WCSwHkN6rHwWxL3oYKECkotmozHNDzDAo7h1R6pzVmu_-2MfmV3/w353-h243/2023-03-27%20(6).png" width="353" /></span></a></div><p></p><p style="clear: right; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFawRMqOeW4rta8lpFrqQ4mJu1pfSjDelLB1poInU2_FVhgphk8mLgMOsug1K5JJNQquRfIL1X7v1ZIv0jw8YpM7xWagZMxPIZbyZZrduNUwopl_rEB4EfM6uhchze3KDmGaMwZqstsxteb_VQ3LJI_IaQ2feCXLOwu0UvZDF9k6fkdqwwy26X9-wb/s214/2023-03-27.png" style="clear: right; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="164" height="87" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFawRMqOeW4rta8lpFrqQ4mJu1pfSjDelLB1poInU2_FVhgphk8mLgMOsug1K5JJNQquRfIL1X7v1ZIv0jw8YpM7xWagZMxPIZbyZZrduNUwopl_rEB4EfM6uhchze3KDmGaMwZqstsxteb_VQ3LJI_IaQ2feCXLOwu0UvZDF9k6fkdqwwy26X9-wb/w68-h87/2023-03-27.png" width="68" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-lb0q03Fa25oqOIm3lyI10CCUVHSKz1ZqzDYpcnhTQMj01FK_nyLpKTjv_OtBh94dxg6-KMPpze3hjikxdsjjYeIQ8jCUQYVgUpxkWbWx29CswVqVp7553isk1AkmfAB85_k5JQ5sunc5DBMgzdhepZxtj7LW3d4DJsXSg-0wWtKT5-oJgMf8Efzg/s462/Screenshot%20(54).png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="462" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-lb0q03Fa25oqOIm3lyI10CCUVHSKz1ZqzDYpcnhTQMj01FK_nyLpKTjv_OtBh94dxg6-KMPpze3hjikxdsjjYeIQ8jCUQYVgUpxkWbWx29CswVqVp7553isk1AkmfAB85_k5JQ5sunc5DBMgzdhepZxtj7LW3d4DJsXSg-0wWtKT5-oJgMf8Efzg/w168-h121/Screenshot%20(54).png" width="168" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;">The death of Louis in 1994 caused Dorothy to consider giving up the camera. <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“And then I thought he’d be ashamed of me,” </span></i></b>she noted, <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“and I started to photograph again.” </span><span>In all she did, she tried to stay true to the philosophy which had guided her through life :</span></span><i style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">"Be alive and cherish the life you have, and try at the end of each day to say that I have done nothing that I am ashamed of. I think </span></b></i><i style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">it’s very very important that one should lead the sort of life that they can be proud of,</span></b></i><i style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"> nothing to do with money".</span></b></i></p><p style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><i style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></i></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLv49LNKR2EF-hmhdpQ3UY6bfgAUPH3yJ8lsyiqfzY26p202rGLRlGXfEtnI8oWRaRw-S4SzCHdayPIr0NqwMOPhxiUb6M6FSo8obCOAFOZovu_dIoat9dJq5SRjVgLDiyI9vB6kO9-5davrISHBEfFpmHH1j8Hd3FxvefoZSgiRFMoy6QMHRkrhjr/s214/2023-03-27.png" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><span>In the 21st century she admitted : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I haven't gone digital, because at this stage of my life there’s no point! And I absolutely loved the dark room work. A wonderful thing seeing your image appear. Although I never wore gloves, so I ruined my hands with the chemicals".</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000;"><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> In 2012 the Photographers' Gallery reopened after a massive redevelopment and Dorothy said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “It’s done so extremely well. They raised £9 million” </span></i></b>and reflected :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Don't forget when I was studying photography it was looked down upon and to me the fact that it is now acknowledged as being an important part of the Arts is wonderful and I've lived long enough to see it".</span></i></b> </span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytqCu9-kN7Ub1-diDGFsmlF0LPJlbh3gvTEPoI__KLVzY4Dat-TzX88nTBvpJV1dbI_VfA1J7OzW95GBNcftZqc-c8oCuJu-Z4J52D6SDBhcwUmryr_Nwj3cApCG-ntIndY8fCcq19cPUjXBDrUxwaEt6mglN7CwMTPg7I8-8QCmg3JLinOgSaDPG/s300/download%20(14).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytqCu9-kN7Ub1-diDGFsmlF0LPJlbh3gvTEPoI__KLVzY4Dat-TzX88nTBvpJV1dbI_VfA1J7OzW95GBNcftZqc-c8oCuJu-Z4J52D6SDBhcwUmryr_Nwj3cApCG-ntIndY8fCcq19cPUjXBDrUxwaEt6mglN7CwMTPg7I8-8QCmg3JLinOgSaDPG/w380-h213/download%20(14).jpg" width="380" /></a></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJetIFKsXAiVu3de6RlNu4BdRaCEqi3Jb_f9XBYefTYdlX2j6t4h5PcshDKzM2xpdNmROlGP1M5E4VFevIUQiaAXfka4OycUznXzLgsUo6CzXC3h36Nz_NH_PjD1S9Z9gFVPL5mpmwvXH3t7WfN0xPSdNZustjB9NGHX_T57wTkj1Eg81JoFqlmNp/s275/qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJetIFKsXAiVu3de6RlNu4BdRaCEqi3Jb_f9XBYefTYdlX2j6t4h5PcshDKzM2xpdNmROlGP1M5E4VFevIUQiaAXfka4OycUznXzLgsUo6CzXC3h36Nz_NH_PjD1S9Z9gFVPL5mpmwvXH3t7WfN0xPSdNZustjB9NGHX_T57wTkj1Eg81JoFqlmNp/w61-h92/qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq.jpg" width="61" /></a></div><div><span>In 2018 the film<b> '</b></span><span><b>Seeing Daylight: The Photography of Dorothy Bohm' </b>directed by Richard Shaw was released described as :<i> '</i></span><span><i>An intimate portrait of renowned photographer Dorothy Bohm, who escaped Nazi Europe to spend a lifetime capturing humanity'.</i> <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt7016096/ ">(link)</a></span></div></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dorothy said :</span></div><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">“I am temperamentally suited to being a photographer. You can only make a picture of something that exists, right? And for me that was quite important. I wanted to capture time. My background completely disappeared”.</span></i></b></div><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlN0TyBIjpyqtXUssunqU_1gqzbXL_KSoHMywvxZXLRL7q2QpL-63UOFKc-rLi-F3JhcDsvqAG_7sKMONGeBWSxtraxBDzxYDCunIvAS0CW--J2BqkqxrsSBhQekhsgV9c879aX2RyZpszBP_IReUUyjMKy5_3-5RukrFoA-DFJsMXOvNYMM3lxME7/s458/2023-03-27%20(5).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="458" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlN0TyBIjpyqtXUssunqU_1gqzbXL_KSoHMywvxZXLRL7q2QpL-63UOFKc-rLi-F3JhcDsvqAG_7sKMONGeBWSxtraxBDzxYDCunIvAS0CW--J2BqkqxrsSBhQekhsgV9c879aX2RyZpszBP_IReUUyjMKy5_3-5RukrFoA-DFJsMXOvNYMM3lxME7/w387-h215/2023-03-27%20(5).png" width="387" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div>"My life has been full of lots of things, full of tragedy and sorrow and full of great happiness, and it’s been a rich life".</b></span></i></div></span></span></div></span></span>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-31640935873958755752023-03-14T09:09:00.005-07:002023-03-14T09:34:13.399-07:00Is Britain no country for the voice of its greatest and much-loved Naturalist, the saintly Sir David Attenborough ?<p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTIKtok3GfN0phKGG6dYr-pWAoupFbgMmKf7Mb3ho_-S-pCSnf-5EpZaVpkYDbDgFSFFs3VCH2l9E2QYGtDUWTAtEQ89oA01etQicwRatWiIOozZ_O_mUeiAC-w5VRjNmP8SZdWSXxKchGj4-wG5xmAL8C9We1CgKo5-2O3MRMFckCP7PG8OX05Xj/s1240/4253.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="1240" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTIKtok3GfN0phKGG6dYr-pWAoupFbgMmKf7Mb3ho_-S-pCSnf-5EpZaVpkYDbDgFSFFs3VCH2l9E2QYGtDUWTAtEQ89oA01etQicwRatWiIOozZ_O_mUeiAC-w5VRjNmP8SZdWSXxKchGj4-wG5xmAL8C9We1CgKo5-2O3MRMFckCP7PG8OX05Xj/w210-h126/4253.jpg" width="210" /></a></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KhF1cm8Lvb6wuZ4WznqRe07pCF4QvFgtsiFNMr8XqJD4XRWhj2NuLvopPDoNgbcraKpuhY-FUf7AH2wYb5Ap4utDIIq7T6yzmf3HWD0eYBcHwM4LExtAdMNZDK4kXVpBlIlHJmNh5PmB0wElt3FqDZuFCXEs30tsrV9TvFZts_F_RmA6IVelP7yH/s394/2023-03-14%20(3).png" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="394" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KhF1cm8Lvb6wuZ4WznqRe07pCF4QvFgtsiFNMr8XqJD4XRWhj2NuLvopPDoNgbcraKpuhY-FUf7AH2wYb5Ap4utDIIq7T6yzmf3HWD0eYBcHwM4LExtAdMNZDK4kXVpBlIlHJmNh5PmB0wElt3FqDZuFCXEs30tsrV9TvFZts_F_RmA6IVelP7yH/w174-h94/2023-03-14%20(3).png" width="174" /></a></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">David, arguably the world's greatest naturalist, has, in the </span><span style="font-size: medium;">sunset of his career, at the age of 96, returned to our TV screens, fronting a new series on home ground, it will be not only his first landmark series on the natural history of Britain and Ireland, but also the last time viewers will see him on location. During his decades-long career, his authoritative yet reassuring face of has appeared on screen from everywhere from Papua New Guinea <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=david+attenborough+in+PNG&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiH1tDf4tv9AhVJa8AKHULNDCAQ_AUoA3oECAEQBQ&cshid=1678809044076521&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:fe9b40b0,vid:QPCRoNlQiWQ&t=0m48s">(link)</a> to Chernobyl and Kenya but 'Wild Isles' will be his swansong.<a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=bbc+wild+isles+trailer&btnK=Google+Search&source=hp&ei=X4_DYM6AIY3rgAbQrI34Cw&iflsig=AINFCbYAAAAAYMOdb3H4_Th_Cqx2P2bvs4-49OYFWOwS&oq=&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAxQAFgAYOr_AWgAcAB4AIABAIgBAJIBAJgBAKoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=gws-wiz&ved=0ahUKEwiOrM6TgJDxAhWNNcAKHVBWA78Q4dUDCA4#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:9cb28937,vid:C-KcTje9sMk">(link)</a> His last appearance on location will be his first since 'Green Planet', which was filmed four years ago and although his family and insiders say he is not retiring, he is understood to have stopped travelling internationally.</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Five episodes have been scheduled to go out in primetime slots on BBC One. However, a </span><span>sixth episode has also been filmed, which is understood to be a stark look at the losses of nature in Britain and what has caused the declines. It is also understood to include some examples of 'rewilding', a concept that has been controversial in some rightwing circles.</span></span></div><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In a statement provided after this story was first published, the BBC said: </span><b><i>“This is totally inaccurate, there is no ‘sixth episode’. Wild Isles is and always was a five part series and does not shy away from environmental content. We have acquired a separate film for iPlayer from the RSPB and WWF and Silverback Films about people working to preserve and restore the biodiversity of the British Isles”. </i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In reality, senior sources at the BBC told 'The Guardian' that the decision not to show the sixth episode was made to fend off potential critique from the political right. The Telegraph newspaper, for example, attacked the BBC for creating the series and for taking funding from, as it said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">'Two charities previously criticised for their political lobbying',</span></i></b> the World Wildlife Fund and the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds. One source at the BBC, who asked not to be named, said : <b><i><span style="color: #274e13;">“Lobbying groups that are desperately hanging on to their dinosaurian ways” </span></i></b>such as the farming and game industry would <b><i><span style="color: #274e13;">“kick off”</span></i></b> if the show had too political a message.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCz6lbel1j7ctviBDO210i5RmoNPEPnxvsIGs8cMk1xKRFFAtm_4laVMXEpkq7Bi_YIy0GfBnb1IdGarRHvQiP6dGl9-VgqCv3n9wHAbxVPFsGgqXYjC6eQe03ernOskdUOu2zmcBJWUz19rOHU8O_opzkOW3pANZFGxHetud5eNckBlKZT-PDQjZ6/s258/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="195" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCz6lbel1j7ctviBDO210i5RmoNPEPnxvsIGs8cMk1xKRFFAtm_4laVMXEpkq7Bi_YIy0GfBnb1IdGarRHvQiP6dGl9-VgqCv3n9wHAbxVPFsGgqXYjC6eQe03ernOskdUOu2zmcBJWUz19rOHU8O_opzkOW3pANZFGxHetud5eNckBlKZT-PDQjZ6/w103-h136/download%20(1).jpg" width="103" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Alastair Fothergill, the Director of Silverback Films and the Executive Producer of 'Wild Isles' said : <b><i><span style="color: #741b47;">“The BBC commissioned a five-part Wild Isles series from us at Silverback Films back in 2017. The Royal Society for the Protection of Birds and World Wildlife Fund joined us as co-production partners in 2018. It was not until the end of 2021 that the two charities commissioned Silverback Films to make a film for them that celebrates the extraordinary work of people fighting to restore nature in Britain and Ireland. The BBC acquired this film for iPlayer at the start of this year”.</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHoEbfzx_aEZv3Jf3c_3VM9A_DB-Vp_Wk-8Q_bp026JnV-R8EE0nOserx7aQoROFhBp23h3G-li-2A2tmplEZnHCwofDuLkJg6iZEJ2kB3GemVDLz010R7sxRkFZsnXTPl5t2xjupGzKLAaI7_C_v0T0iZEfyRXOPSpfsz2k-VC6W5wutSd3GDeU0/s176/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="176" data-original-width="148" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHoEbfzx_aEZv3Jf3c_3VM9A_DB-Vp_Wk-8Q_bp026JnV-R8EE0nOserx7aQoROFhBp23h3G-li-2A2tmplEZnHCwofDuLkJg6iZEJ2kB3GemVDLz010R7sxRkFZsnXTPl5t2xjupGzKLAaI7_C_v0T0iZEfyRXOPSpfsz2k-VC6W5wutSd3GDeU0/w100-h119/download%20(2).jpg" width="100" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Caroline Lucas, the Green party MP for Brighton Pavilion, said : <b><i><span style="color: #38761d;">“For the BBC to censor of one of the nation’s most informed and trusted voices on the nature and climate emergencies is nothing short of an unforgivable dereliction of its duty to public service broadcasting. This Government has taken a wrecking ball to our environment – putting over 1,700 pieces of environmental legislation at risk, setting an air pollution target which is a decade too late, and neglecting the scandal of our sewage-filled waterways – which cannot go unexamined and unchallenged by the public. BBC bosses must not be cowed by antagonistic, culture war-stoking Government ministers, putting populist and petty political games above delivering serious action to protect and restore our natural world. This episode simply must be televised”.</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpeyTC5Av7AbL2dkfmsAZY4y66su1VjTsb5SMBaDoFf7QPBhq74NfNvjDW11mkEtkaoeXloESlU9h9fC9YCLSGgAdZPSL0HPygUF_sgx2Hxnf0koqZyNzRGaTuOVJ48PCAk2Jr8uXjaPS42dkGHwUWFbGOhnA2DXvlM2OrW6GPQrJrDaR8dArLLfH/s264/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="191" data-original-width="264" height="68" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpeyTC5Av7AbL2dkfmsAZY4y66su1VjTsb5SMBaDoFf7QPBhq74NfNvjDW11mkEtkaoeXloESlU9h9fC9YCLSGgAdZPSL0HPygUF_sgx2Hxnf0koqZyNzRGaTuOVJ48PCAk2Jr8uXjaPS42dkGHwUWFbGOhnA2DXvlM2OrW6GPQrJrDaR8dArLLfH/w94-h68/download%20(3).jpg" width="94" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Chris Packham, who presents 'Springwatch' on the BBC, also criticised the decision. He told the Guardian : <b><i><span style="color: #7f6000;">“At this time, in our fight to save the world’s biodiversity, it is irresponsible not to put that at the forefront of wildlife broadcasting”.</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnTe0PCN2Y1GcVPlQUbZoalWBLd6MhNcQECJ6u3fuDK-olAjppyyILh5NClSSMQs0sv5mWGQTjMsrYWe8D-un4HA-sr5oroe0urfJCyhzjrcmub2iOfTmkBPdE0qRYWdWFk4fwWyvUNbvDpH_LqJfDmAGBZ7wVKRGHLj0JjKkHetmWICDCyARQq8K/s162/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="157" height="93" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnTe0PCN2Y1GcVPlQUbZoalWBLd6MhNcQECJ6u3fuDK-olAjppyyILh5NClSSMQs0sv5mWGQTjMsrYWe8D-un4HA-sr5oroe0urfJCyhzjrcmub2iOfTmkBPdE0qRYWdWFk4fwWyvUNbvDpH_LqJfDmAGBZ7wVKRGHLj0JjKkHetmWICDCyARQq8K/w90-h93/download%20(4).jpg" width="90" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Stephen Moss, a TV producer who has worked for the BBC on nature programmes, said focusing on a conservation angle could win political support for the cause. He said : <span style="color: #134f5c;"><i><b>“Often, if you lead on environmental issues, people genuinely turn off. But if you drip feed it within the programmes and then hit people with a message at the end when you convince them how brilliant wildlife is, it tends to work. </b></i></span></span><span><span style="color: #134f5c;"><i><b>With 'Blue Planet', you got Theresa May standing up and Philip Hammond, the Chancellor at the time, saying : "This is the BBC as its very best", doing what Conservatives never do, basically praising the BBC and saying : "This is fantastic". So maybe that will happen with this. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Tory politicians jump on the bandwagon and go on and on about how brilliant it is”.</b></i></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwfxPoxshC-XD63tj4gLAAQr5KFpTW56amxCJIJkMmi6I-kuZ1vrQEG6vnkbzGRkHD5Wsl6I3f0VrqA3_KzftgQb4nf7wYl7kUpNeqKZMZEUdEuNWAA0C3GMJUtlXAa7KdEUjX82JZVE10_sjPRDD-Mq5SpW7FSfcp-UL5-N63nKa7exOTgdg3MKG/s225/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwfxPoxshC-XD63tj4gLAAQr5KFpTW56amxCJIJkMmi6I-kuZ1vrQEG6vnkbzGRkHD5Wsl6I3f0VrqA3_KzftgQb4nf7wYl7kUpNeqKZMZEUdEuNWAA0C3GMJUtlXAa7KdEUjX82JZVE10_sjPRDD-Mq5SpW7FSfcp-UL5-N63nKa7exOTgdg3MKG/w92-h92/download%20(5).jpg" width="92" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Laura Howard, who produced the programme and used to work at the BBC’s Natural History Unit, said she did not believe its messages to be political and told the Guardian : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I think the facts speak for themselves. You know, we’ve worked really closely with the RSPB in particular who are able to factcheck all of our scripts and provide us with detailed scientific data and information about the loss of wildlife in this country and it is undeniable, we are incredibly nature-depleted and I don’t think that that is political, I think it’s just facts".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The change.org epetition :</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxf_PJYG79aR4sw3hZpzyl3LE1L_XCmMKyjUEqW9M8Pl6AkXeGNkTdSCvG2mbFxf_B_D2We3tk97-IVhKTi3qS3DsQiRlzVf9be6ekgPB0z0fvs-9hsxyw6D3eKbI7lD0AxcnF63L1BftxfY3nhNtJ04A7RG47_wxNT6A1pUTGv8eG5oqs5Q1f7du/s830/Screenshot%20(20).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="830" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxf_PJYG79aR4sw3hZpzyl3LE1L_XCmMKyjUEqW9M8Pl6AkXeGNkTdSCvG2mbFxf_B_D2We3tk97-IVhKTi3qS3DsQiRlzVf9be6ekgPB0z0fvs-9hsxyw6D3eKbI7lD0AxcnF63L1BftxfY3nhNtJ04A7RG47_wxNT6A1pUTGv8eG5oqs5Q1f7du/w480-h204/Screenshot%20(20).png" width="480" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>'It has been reported that the BBC will not broadcast Episode 6 of David Attenborough's last ever series "Wild Isles" - banishing it to the iPlayer for fear of a backlash from Tory Ministers and the right-wing press. The episode in question is a stark look at the losses of nature in the UK and what has caused this decline. When a National Treasure like David Attenborough - with all the brilliant work he has done - is forced to censor his work fo fear of upsetting the government of the day - you know that dark forces are at work. We must force the BBC to do the right thing'</b>. <a href="https://www.change.org/p/tell-the-bbc-to-broadcast-david-attenborough-s-new-series-wild-isles-in-full?source_location=topic_page">(link)</a></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLN2FYH_UB8JHGriW7nz77_jx8CCtIdrabs3D0h_MVCMCHjIUkkdRW2ubFILg_kb_iLUBWcuSwlKx-JJi6HaJ_v1HU-JMIa7bh_WPEZt7xzVJ-m7OQN46e4WyMV0SGgYt-e8FbVKWYbxJUcxfV-tM-uOroW0cLAnG5lYhbNt5oA9aji9ymTGxUU4x/s300/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLN2FYH_UB8JHGriW7nz77_jx8CCtIdrabs3D0h_MVCMCHjIUkkdRW2ubFILg_kb_iLUBWcuSwlKx-JJi6HaJ_v1HU-JMIa7bh_WPEZt7xzVJ-m7OQN46e4WyMV0SGgYt-e8FbVKWYbxJUcxfV-tM-uOroW0cLAnG5lYhbNt5oA9aji9ymTGxUU4x/w368-h206/download.jpg" width="368" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-28469690834943108272023-03-12T08:49:00.083-07:002024-02-08T23:51:38.129-08:00Britain says "Farewell" to Mik Critchlow, much-loved Photographer of the life and people of a Town called Ashington<div class="separator" style="text-align: left;">Page views : 514</div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMBy2dDMI316Spo_xHImJbvkI4HDVd88li1fC8Vp74tzMNrUM-AViCI6AZsjqdCo5bwbeFfAHyv_vLkkORUMngO0yqXyfqDAXbme8Rbp3bRQEB_F2Zl6hXq2_XtDUI8ko3XcmMZI0HqNT_pGsX8ZOXujOa3WmaupEchK2v2I20r_-Sgy5UWngaLYU/s196/download%20(1).jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="196" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMBy2dDMI316Spo_xHImJbvkI4HDVd88li1fC8Vp74tzMNrUM-AViCI6AZsjqdCo5bwbeFfAHyv_vLkkORUMngO0yqXyfqDAXbme8Rbp3bRQEB_F2Zl6hXq2_XtDUI8ko3XcmMZI0HqNT_pGsX8ZOXujOa3WmaupEchK2v2I20r_-Sgy5UWngaLYU/w242-h200/download%20(1).jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Mik, the brilliant social documentary photographer, who has died at the age sixty-eight, once said :</span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">"I’m a very shy person and photography has helped me. I put my head above the parapet, just to have a look, to see what’s going on. It’s different when I’ve got a camera and it’s a passport into other people’s lives. As long as they don’t think you’re doing something untoward or sinister. You’ve got to build up trust".</span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * * * * *</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq-DJhxnMiusQJk77oS4eNMWFbnb2OT9W2XHFFzpCFxiU9IwELBr4gLiXDoVhAeWjsBEbWOgpadmmi3jq2X-HvXHuTwH5aZb64KpJ4RqDIvwkdDRmzgmQT-EcxxoSHLkshwoGIoiPSt2JmkzWPrRWLR2u--fz8iBtmp7LpimKxOPMAhhcgEQHvRrj/s276/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq-DJhxnMiusQJk77oS4eNMWFbnb2OT9W2XHFFzpCFxiU9IwELBr4gLiXDoVhAeWjsBEbWOgpadmmi3jq2X-HvXHuTwH5aZb64KpJ4RqDIvwkdDRmzgmQT-EcxxoSHLkshwoGIoiPSt2JmkzWPrRWLR2u--fz8iBtmp7LpimKxOPMAhhcgEQHvRrj/w219-h145/download%20(8).jpg" width="219" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>He was born Michael B Critchlow early in 1955, in the Hirst district of the Northumberland town of Ashington, once a centre of the coal mining industry and hub for 114 collieries and fifteen </span><span>miles north of Newcastle upon Tyne. His grandfather worked at the </span></span><span><span><b>Woodhorn Pit </b>and his father at the Ashington. </span></span><span><span>In addition, Mik had two brothers who worked underground and he</span></span><span> often referred to coal as being <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"in our blood"</span><span>. As a photographer he said : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"</span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">This helped me greatly to gain access to the local collieries and the men and women who worked there. When asked my name I would always be greeted with a smile </span>“I know your Dad/Uncle/Brother”. <span style="color: #990000;">It helped to break the ice as far as making photographs was concerned, my reasons for being there".</span></i></b></span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiji1dErP3CjK137ZDLu6ClTlMWcT6QgEzW5ufsV_nD3MaMCYd07OAFH6DKchhmOi0vbhukhI8FcXN2qvfXmOpY_GJFAfA6wF3iHRiRROWN9QjS4dpI1sum0CqT5fOvIne9nQDEodmYUzs0VDQ2PFKlbxAuXS8L6snrDgsjStWGSi3VKHToiR5bvYNC/s297/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="122" data-original-width="297" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiji1dErP3CjK137ZDLu6ClTlMWcT6QgEzW5ufsV_nD3MaMCYd07OAFH6DKchhmOi0vbhukhI8FcXN2qvfXmOpY_GJFAfA6wF3iHRiRROWN9QjS4dpI1sum0CqT5fOvIne9nQDEodmYUzs0VDQ2PFKlbxAuXS8L6snrDgsjStWGSi3VKHToiR5bvYNC/s1600/download%20(13).jpg" width="297" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He </span><span><span>recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“My grandfather worked here for 52 years and when he retired, he got one of the aged miners’ cottages. </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">As a kid I used to come and listen to the noise from over the railway line, the shunting going on. Industry in motion really”</span></i></b>. </span></span><span><span>As </span></span><span>Mik grew up he saw that the miners : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"All loved their work. What they loved was the camaraderie and the craik. There was such a sense of belonging they’d go to work then go to the club in the evening together and there’d be the same level of camaraderie in social life as what they had in their work. It was shared existence, everybody had nothing, they all had nothing, yet it was rich in humanity".</span></i></b> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Mike said it was <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"almost expected”</span></i></b> that he would follow his father and grandfather down the pit and : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I could have finished school on Friday and started on Monday. One of my photos shows a billboard,</span></i></b> <b><span style="font-family: verdana;">‘MINING :</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A fantastic way to make a living’</span><i><span style="color: #990000;"> kind of thing. That was outside the school gates. I think a lot of the boys were conditioned. If it’s good enough for your grandad and great grandad, it’s good enough for you".</span></i></b> </span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>At Hirst Park Boys' School Mik said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "I left high school in 1970 at the age of 15 years without any academic qualifications and went straight into the workplace two days after leaving school, gaining full -time employment as a tailor’s trimmer at a local clothing factory. I immediately joined the trade union and soon became an activist within the factory. I once instigated a one day wildcat strike while there, in support of a fellow worker who had been given the sack by management for complaining about working conditions on the factory floor, he was later reinstated. I didn’t make it full term on my trial employment period and was advised to leave by the management".</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJkrMshhmbMXuAu-cyERfU5XhlKrnJnPABzGLF-dbeOBPYXfdjg2p2bcEo02qpIHWFnuIchbD0HDUcwUZU0Vo1cwNs-MM0mCEge8VVRhYgcQ8P5Fbnkl1s3f2trrgeW5HPsjwnNke8IQ0myUfJnf134YJ8gwPEyC35ufusvz0elRfmBn_IwY9r4W7/s277/download%20(11).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="277" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJkrMshhmbMXuAu-cyERfU5XhlKrnJnPABzGLF-dbeOBPYXfdjg2p2bcEo02qpIHWFnuIchbD0HDUcwUZU0Vo1cwNs-MM0mCEge8VVRhYgcQ8P5Fbnkl1s3f2trrgeW5HPsjwnNke8IQ0myUfJnf134YJ8gwPEyC35ufusvz0elRfmBn_IwY9r4W7/w188-h124/download%20(11).jpg" width="188" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He now, with the goading of his mother, joined the Merchant Navy. He recalled : </span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“She signed me away. I remember her going with me to the medical in Newcastle". </i><span>Starting as a cabin boy, he worked his way through the ranks to become a Steward/Cook, whilst being active within the National Union of Seamen. </span><span>Life at sea was a far cry from Northumberland and Mik said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">By the time I was eighteen I’d been round the world a couple of times – the Med, Australia, India, the USA. The furthest north was </span>Baffin Island”<span style="color: #990000;">.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1jt5P2xK3mTCn2BojhtS7_6_GgLaIJgrRcVcqbWLn3lMhdcNdN4ORNRgDodXJLO9sDJcoT2Pgx7uFrIsQHE7M1pRcP4bJBzsGjbAeLetieAsvLbGH_nY5EOqhjhOINjl3bAWXnBOT1oRQH3AHTfMdZxdG_860VWNjVf1sFaVAKU4rT7AJYbdAGI0/s340/2023-03-11%20(4).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="340" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1jt5P2xK3mTCn2BojhtS7_6_GgLaIJgrRcVcqbWLn3lMhdcNdN4ORNRgDodXJLO9sDJcoT2Pgx7uFrIsQHE7M1pRcP4bJBzsGjbAeLetieAsvLbGH_nY5EOqhjhOINjl3bAWXnBOT1oRQH3AHTfMdZxdG_860VWNjVf1sFaVAKU4rT7AJYbdAGI0/w206-h156/2023-03-11%20(4).png" width="206" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When he wound up working on oil tankers in the 1970s, the appeal of a life on the ocean dwindled. He said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “Forty-day trips from Europe, around South Africa and up to the Gulf. I saved a bit of money because we weren’t getting ashore. You’d be at the end of an oil jetty somewhere, Iran or Iraq". </span></i></b>Mike, however, had been paving a way for his future because he had been s</span><span>tudying through the <b>'Seafarers’ Education Service'</b> and doing a correspondence course in art and art history.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7MPifNL6Ps">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>At the age of twenty-two, after seven years, he returned home </span><span>and signed up for a foundation course in Graphic Design and Art History at Ashington College. A mature student, his radicalism remained unabated and he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I soon became President of the College Union and continued my activism within the education sector". </span></i></b></span></span><span>It was the prog rock era and Mike fancied designing album sleeves after graduation, b</span><span>ut there was a photography module and, as he said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “They thrust this 35mm camera in my hand and told me to take pictures. That was the start”. </span></i></b>With some regret, he later said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I travelled the world and didn’t take photos. I didn’t even have a camera. I call it my mis-spent youth”.</span></i></b></span></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo1vk3fxYsQUQqRc3B2H-z_uNm7era-oZcsle1y0Cctt_pbus-i7ZhKnEo8SI6bvzJRxVbj0J7qGlFneVFfCXXVXpegmwRIBudojqEfhEg7UQpAZwAC-jD41unvnRfMIxbyLQ8HcecGnhI65oec8Kb-1bQFEPKVzYNqwLBS2e-JaErE8O2yFLVnkf/s276/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="182" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo1vk3fxYsQUQqRc3B2H-z_uNm7era-oZcsle1y0Cctt_pbus-i7ZhKnEo8SI6bvzJRxVbj0J7qGlFneVFfCXXVXpegmwRIBudojqEfhEg7UQpAZwAC-jD41unvnRfMIxbyLQ8HcecGnhI65oec8Kb-1bQFEPKVzYNqwLBS2e-JaErE8O2yFLVnkf/w103-h156/download%20(5).jpg" width="103" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSMiis79RFD9o8l5a1M3MypPQAzLNtTW7xO0Srk4pC0lZqVuHEHjmDYHlePWmnpj1Pwxz9M0Te9bOURGtNVtpsyKJRAxhGXkg8vbgzDQjN1Mzb3oPzOViNse8_FdL9EfJhL1O9uviHXfqSaBBuWCVqbs2aj2apdqH6tnXYrBUYDYz93lmicLNE5k0/s275/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSMiis79RFD9o8l5a1M3MypPQAzLNtTW7xO0Srk4pC0lZqVuHEHjmDYHlePWmnpj1Pwxz9M0Te9bOURGtNVtpsyKJRAxhGXkg8vbgzDQjN1Mzb3oPzOViNse8_FdL9EfJhL1O9uviHXfqSaBBuWCVqbs2aj2apdqH6tnXYrBUYDYz93lmicLNE5k0/w190-h127/download%20(4).jpg" width="190" /></a></span>As a student he was deeply influenced by the work of the great French photographer, <b>Cartier-Bresson. </b>O</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span>ut and about in Ashington, as preparation for his drawing, rather than angles and buildings he was instructed to snap, he photographed people instead. As a result his</span><span> tutor ticked him off for<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"> “working against the brief”,</span></i></b> but his art history lecturer loved the result and told him he was doing 'social documentary' to which Mik replied :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "</span></i></b></span><span><i><span><b><span style="color: #990000;">What’s that?" So, we had trips to the Side Gallery in Newcastle. The first exhibition I saw was Cartier-Bresson.</span> <span style="color: #990000;">That was my introduction to black and white documentary photography on a gallery wall"</span></b></span></i>.<a href="https://vimeo.com/646900459#t=0m35s">(link)</a> Mike said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“His work just hit me. It was his archive from the V&A. Chris Killip organised it, another fantastic photographer".</span></i></b></span><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2020/10/britain-says-farewell-usa-has-lost-but.html">(link)</a></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPgMvWKWe-2SQJPzGjurbru1Z8F9jXv0tl848vryd8lXl-XtxpoZVzguqrZOe57MiWc2jDSa8honUzmuNU97uiinPNYvqTWJ2EAFDNZdkZMh9dBpfaE9elJaQ_OfOY5kkCOGZLAcmMtbg2kiJB77Ps9-WLTBCR2Zs-aGTAq-fjp01pe5LIaCmiLESg/s225/download%20(14).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPgMvWKWe-2SQJPzGjurbru1Z8F9jXv0tl848vryd8lXl-XtxpoZVzguqrZOe57MiWc2jDSa8honUzmuNU97uiinPNYvqTWJ2EAFDNZdkZMh9dBpfaE9elJaQ_OfOY5kkCOGZLAcmMtbg2kiJB77Ps9-WLTBCR2Zs-aGTAq-fjp01pe5LIaCmiLESg/w234-h234/download%20(14).jpg" width="234" /></a></div><span>Mike said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOD5kU4DcF0D0gWtmfTlc0DsXgkWfDZ6Na8mNH5DCu1bVG3NL3L3uhEF-EB-1pbhsAGYPz--cRjz6NL1t6fz_reiFalL4yRs7tvY8lICBjko3MWkl8Mtit7S2X4beESiEC6Xm3pUK8dbMTbWndm4vd5dssFVY10fOdB3v3N-Ctdd0WU-iRQZ91CAV/s275/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOD5kU4DcF0D0gWtmfTlc0DsXgkWfDZ6Na8mNH5DCu1bVG3NL3L3uhEF-EB-1pbhsAGYPz--cRjz6NL1t6fz_reiFalL4yRs7tvY8lICBjko3MWkl8Mtit7S2X4beESiEC6Xm3pUK8dbMTbWndm4vd5dssFVY10fOdB3v3N-Ctdd0WU-iRQZ91CAV/w105-h70/images%20(2).jpg" width="105" /></a>"I took a bus trip with </i></span><i style="font-weight: bold;">my Dad</i><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">. My Dad used to do bus trips to Blackpool. I managed to get into the </span><i style="font-weight: bold;">Grundy Art Gallery.</i><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Just by chance it was an exhibition called 'The Miner in Art'. It was the first time I'd ever seen the 'Ashington Group' work and it just really surprised me to see images of Ashington on a gallery wall in Blackpool. I just loved the way the Ashington Group recorded their everyday life. Oliver Kilburn's image of </span><i style="font-weight: bold;">'Saturday Night at the Club' </i><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">- it was very evocative. I recognised something about it. I knew that from my childhood".</span></span><a href="https://vimeo.com/646900459#t=1m35s"><span style="color: black;"><i>(</i>link)</span></a></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>His lecturer </span><span>helped him to land a commission to photograph Ashington people for Mid-Northumberland Art Group and he said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I photographed what I knew – family, friends, people in clubs, on the streets. But they wondered where the Rotary Club members were. They were looking for PR, not social documentary. But it encouraged me. I saw that photography could provoke a debate”.</span></i></b> With only 14 pits still open Mik in the 1970s Mik said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "</span></i></b></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>I started to realise it was important to record what I saw and the people I knew".</i></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXsovEI1nCE_7_nuJD7YZKgQvY1961PtfYGHYuQuIIV9dkTl3W7e93zgXb1u31lCYnUsXIQxfYmoArUIYexEB_NI2U13eQLN6F3qLQmmxuGXnEzOwPcVGG5rgkl395aV1nODujBCqZ1ttiRkiz1lh_3X8vczzcDfcxmiJUHuxLZeqaNC4-RWHP1nx/s564/ba6e07802197a68198a7ad6673815be7.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="564" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXsovEI1nCE_7_nuJD7YZKgQvY1961PtfYGHYuQuIIV9dkTl3W7e93zgXb1u31lCYnUsXIQxfYmoArUIYexEB_NI2U13eQLN6F3qLQmmxuGXnEzOwPcVGG5rgkl395aV1nODujBCqZ1ttiRkiz1lh_3X8vczzcDfcxmiJUHuxLZeqaNC4-RWHP1nx/w175-h117/ba6e07802197a68198a7ad6673815be7.jpg" width="175" /></a></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdzrvnECkLMXrIR7nyGf6EU5K3cDvyKTNHjuuubvspOfx7r-cLzJz0rtMnzR_gOSL0jY_ZMBpG6pQ_Y6WcjR1aaAcz0vtk3E_zOvpb4Hhrw7YwSl9D6JmQ5eLckYsGP6lT9p27sFheTGGHeHP7-9wVFvqDRinUZy9EC9QwBHTpmEc8Vmh61Go_X54/s1200/Mik_Critchlow_015.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdzrvnECkLMXrIR7nyGf6EU5K3cDvyKTNHjuuubvspOfx7r-cLzJz0rtMnzR_gOSL0jY_ZMBpG6pQ_Y6WcjR1aaAcz0vtk3E_zOvpb4Hhrw7YwSl9D6JmQ5eLckYsGP6lT9p27sFheTGGHeHP7-9wVFvqDRinUZy9EC9QwBHTpmEc8Vmh61Go_X54/w167-h111/Mik_Critchlow_015.jpg" width="167" /></a></span>In this period of his apprenticeship on the streets, he said p<span>eople would often demand : <b><i><span style="color: #274e13;">“Why are you photographing me? I’m not royalty”.</span></i></b> To which he replied : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“You’re my royalty. You’re just as important”. </span></i></b>If he had a mission as a photographer it was, as he said, tied up in the fact that : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>“I’ve always told people they’re important. I was photographing them for history really”. </i></b></span></span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Determined to forge a career as a documentary photographer, he was urged to apply for a Northern Arts Grant and he got the money and the support of the Art Film and Photography Officer, John Bradshaw, who was based in Newcastle Upon Tyne. Mik said he was :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span>“A wonderful man. He encouraged me and I was supported for about five years to do different projects. That was a kickstart. </span><span>Then in 1979 I was introduced to the Side Gallery team and they took me under their wing”.</span></span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIui_WV1u0Itf2Szk-ZMnaMj7_jYmzDIc1SR2ZsuZ2tsuiBTahCnzuiCqarUixMtmLv8V3q8-t-Yd8qG0XB_IH9G5PLkyXgpIRGY8xlMfAlB1ZRLyjsopxynFw9m5WX_kFSTKl5Ix8GPqZDA2laSh7bIhTGuh5PG547WLLknYNpq-1z-aVlZkVHGPu/w175-h116/download%20(2).jpg" width="175" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4GWrG1p-89sQHCRaIhZnMzcnIT-HOy5hgoFXJQuZMeJjvJWEIdARb2UoswWoffTt8uogdhZuo60KrWsHvIA_ld_tBQPb3q0UBsrGpfiSazVkNyhrdFsyPgqVYBizDNoVm7Bm3aZcX9saFxprUUCMgAXpTBZAk6LpLs81co1n2BNb102fa_ggmMMh/s2560/Coal-Town_367aa-scaled.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1733" data-original-width="2560" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4GWrG1p-89sQHCRaIhZnMzcnIT-HOy5hgoFXJQuZMeJjvJWEIdARb2UoswWoffTt8uogdhZuo60KrWsHvIA_ld_tBQPb3q0UBsrGpfiSazVkNyhrdFsyPgqVYBizDNoVm7Bm3aZcX9saFxprUUCMgAXpTBZAk6LpLs81co1n2BNb102fa_ggmMMh/w189-h127/Coal-Town_367aa-scaled.jpg" width="189" /></a>A family contact helped Mik to win the trust of sea coal collectors on Lynemouth beach. He took photos and smoothed the way for 'Amber', the film and photography collective which ran the Side Gallery in Newcastle to get him to s</span><span>hoot in black and white and capture the uncompromising nature of the work and landscape. Mik said : </span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"In many ways I was in a privileged position, as normally anyone with a camera there would be driven away. The sea coal community were suspicious that anyone with cameras worked for the Social Security. I was allowed to photograph as and when I wished and revisited the sea coaler's camp two or three times a year".</i></b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHAiN49eliXd8nn1aRX3GWIUY-zj_TRE4zpS9b4H0ZFgk7I0Sr8M0DtQlAchzuQCpoC8T-p63xzbKUnKajMo0jCgMIwk9OhN_op0aTVqJwiNer83JCZOXRvzszMyAjTerj33j6sSaI4_LXdAzM7davTBTZjycvIzCibZ6CtyiNxojKepXvJKuRNWL/s126/wwwwww.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="109" data-original-width="126" height="109" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHAiN49eliXd8nn1aRX3GWIUY-zj_TRE4zpS9b4H0ZFgk7I0Sr8M0DtQlAchzuQCpoC8T-p63xzbKUnKajMo0jCgMIwk9OhN_op0aTVqJwiNer83JCZOXRvzszMyAjTerj33j6sSaI4_LXdAzM7davTBTZjycvIzCibZ6CtyiNxojKepXvJKuRNWL/s1600/wwwwww.png" width="126" /></a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Through the Side Gallery, Newcastle Mik was introduced to fellow photographers Chris Killip <a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2020/10/britain-says-farewell-usa-has-lost-but.html">(link)</a>, Graham Smith and Sirkka Liisa Konttinen, who were also producing long term projects on the working class communities of the North East of England. <b>Chris Killip</b> himself, in photographic pursuit of Northumberland sea-coal workers, in 1983, had bought a caravan and occupied it for well over a year on the coast at Seacoal Camp. Chris, like Mik, had a deep respect for his subjects and was conscious that : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“In recording their lives, I’m valuing their lives,”</span></i></b> he said of his mainly unemployed subjects. <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“These people will not appear in history books because ordinary people don’t. History is done to them. It is not acknowledged that they make history.” “I am the photographer of the de-industrial revolution in England. I didn’t set out to be this. It’s what happened during the time I was photographing”</span></i></b> and <i style="color: #351c75; font-weight: bold;">“History is what’s written. My pictures are what happened”.</i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENzA-vIwAgQ">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3jr4bVPl24KIb4KPgWv0MJ2FxVCrYNDgrfIm_4zbv-bOOXrmssXpyoiJmfzo84VoD3pyACm9BmCyOeHgdk4kQF6Sk4VzmuYJZbhc7kNWWsmhh1yv7UQpQdp2AJiyelL7hX81vx82Lp8Qm1idldJmUI4Xm_5c3sa5DUyMJfSr6C5VA_DvphWAT50G/s225/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3jr4bVPl24KIb4KPgWv0MJ2FxVCrYNDgrfIm_4zbv-bOOXrmssXpyoiJmfzo84VoD3pyACm9BmCyOeHgdk4kQF6Sk4VzmuYJZbhc7kNWWsmhh1yv7UQpQdp2AJiyelL7hX81vx82Lp8Qm1idldJmUI4Xm_5c3sa5DUyMJfSr6C5VA_DvphWAT50G/w164-h164/download%20(7).jpg" width="164" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When he started photographing at Ashington Colliery, he</span><span> noticed a </span><b>group of mining apprentices </b><span>and asked if he could take a picture of them. They ran to the disused winding wheel and made ready to be photographed. Mik said : <span></span></span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"It’s a nice image, but it’s very poignant as well, because all these young mining apprentices were there in their first year of life at the pit, all looking forward to a job for life, but those dreams were lost".</i><a href="https://vimeo.com/646900459#t=3m34s">(link)</a> </span></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpofQxTr1uT2hasvSpHMmDLE4U5iIZBfDt_kniNM7ia0_jQAUcY1d7X80F31P3iYdqghRYwCtK7Rmh-tBnjPmYYpOadC44r6_YHZO-eyCcz7niAz2qh5Hi76tK8oPvoteJl2letKYY17_XhYaL-0qj0HMF-UhOSEtN5ggednu7YWkl_knm7FWGYSn/s275/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="89" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpofQxTr1uT2hasvSpHMmDLE4U5iIZBfDt_kniNM7ia0_jQAUcY1d7X80F31P3iYdqghRYwCtK7Rmh-tBnjPmYYpOadC44r6_YHZO-eyCcz7niAz2qh5Hi76tK8oPvoteJl2letKYY17_XhYaL-0qj0HMF-UhOSEtN5ggednu7YWkl_knm7FWGYSn/w133-h89/images%20(1).jpg" width="133" /></a></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Of his<b> own father's</b> last days at the colliery before being made redundant, Mik said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"He had worked at the colliery for forty-five years. His final job was picking stones off conveyor belts. Very hard manual work and he felt he was on the scrap heap"</span></i></b>.<a href="https://vimeo.com/646900459#t=4m13s">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5So8gQblpUCTZaNyL9ZF9NASN81DUPpQG7lhFoCyGMyX6M_LbLVkuIqCXLuWD2giLUCRWnt5BUrk6WCXvHkVQItFjgJJSBTbqw8TkzHgQ45GcN4Fy02O-20pihf8Y75OzY3iNZQuXMSsbQVU1ZaUPf4t7_Xa4XZ3U2lQJt2jZoRxw2Y6tfsBIxsYw/s640/whippet-clubs-northumberland-1982-08.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5So8gQblpUCTZaNyL9ZF9NASN81DUPpQG7lhFoCyGMyX6M_LbLVkuIqCXLuWD2giLUCRWnt5BUrk6WCXvHkVQItFjgJJSBTbqw8TkzHgQ45GcN4Fy02O-20pihf8Y75OzY3iNZQuXMSsbQVU1ZaUPf4t7_Xa4XZ3U2lQJt2jZoRxw2Y6tfsBIxsYw/w171-h171/whippet-clubs-northumberland-1982-08.jpg" width="171" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL6Ur7smmmPP-u-GVtH07NmYclD83zit7Vgw-safjp4JQrFtKNft5R-9WrSf61PET6A3X-yPWVqxHBJkVKAl-XwI-7VqXSoSuwZwzZGek57FNZX1sqwkz7eYWJp5VO3rEFzzV-xOMv9IJBgtIwGTvLm-O6iY3zgX8LtYXS_mpDgDBJcjVUvixgnNPa/s1080/15_original_file_I0.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL6Ur7smmmPP-u-GVtH07NmYclD83zit7Vgw-safjp4JQrFtKNft5R-9WrSf61PET6A3X-yPWVqxHBJkVKAl-XwI-7VqXSoSuwZwzZGek57FNZX1sqwkz7eYWJp5VO3rEFzzV-xOMv9IJBgtIwGTvLm-O6iY3zgX8LtYXS_mpDgDBJcjVUvixgnNPa/w165-h110/15_original_file_I0.jpg" width="165" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span>More commissions followed. He described Ashington as : <span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“A dark, gloomy place with warm-hearted people” </span></i></b>where, as he said, as <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">one of the tribe"</span></i></b>, he often used, his deep roots in the area to give him unique access and opportunity to photograph different facets of members of the community </span><span>in the streets, at their homes and work places and at their clubs. </span></span></span></span></span></span><span>He photographed <b>footballers in the changing room and having a bath after a match. </b>He photographed people’s activities during their spare time like people at a Northumberland Miners’ Picnic or an event at the Ashington and </span><b>North Seaton Whippet Club.</b><span>(</span><a href="https://www.vintag.es/2022/03/whippet-clubs-northumberland-1982.html">link)</a><span> He also photographed the built environment : street scenes, </span><b>workers’ houses</b><span> and industrial premises. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibP7hzRdetgFbpFx_ZusLAYOlpP9r0cihkG65PHRZoBS2PuNopF5tn7zGJziBxh6fsBRhKVpkpwm2EwRUm7ldieYrqD5_Dl8VEa5qRwKkY0lep39YRdp8AjPtRklOhDmHSPCZ7_OrsCB_USMa3iu0Ll7wOjuFKfyKE5nooZ_pFt_JIppVaYH9M48WL/s603/Screenshot%20(16).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="603" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibP7hzRdetgFbpFx_ZusLAYOlpP9r0cihkG65PHRZoBS2PuNopF5tn7zGJziBxh6fsBRhKVpkpwm2EwRUm7ldieYrqD5_Dl8VEa5qRwKkY0lep39YRdp8AjPtRklOhDmHSPCZ7_OrsCB_USMa3iu0Ll7wOjuFKfyKE5nooZ_pFt_JIppVaYH9M48WL/s320/Screenshot%20(16).png" width="320" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowLzddIodzJ6kEQNFzPk264ZPVflpIqxVYtRpiVVjthylvVpndq2YalvNB-4J8WQ3g2blI6E1XLwUiwNTH3LzXWjP7dR3q4PKF590Atuk53Z5VNUP-UwljbuRFpC0B33ecDbx51IRC8dkX-gjVl3PEqVJGVw-IlJbBY1QszOfL-FfwCUXbBgL45H1/s1080/15_original_file_I1.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowLzddIodzJ6kEQNFzPk264ZPVflpIqxVYtRpiVVjthylvVpndq2YalvNB-4J8WQ3g2blI6E1XLwUiwNTH3LzXWjP7dR3q4PKF590Atuk53Z5VNUP-UwljbuRFpC0B33ecDbx51IRC8dkX-gjVl3PEqVJGVw-IlJbBY1QszOfL-FfwCUXbBgL45H1/w254-h169/15_original_file_I1.jpg" width="254" /></span></a></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>While was at a Bedlington Miners' Picnic in 1990 he said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"I was just walking up the hill towards the Belington Town Centre. An announcement over the tannoy system for the 'Winning Brass Band of the Day' and the winning brass band were actually coming down the hill as I was going up and all hell broke loose. They started celebrating, punching the air, dancing around and I just took a series of three photographs, just a slice of life, a moment of happenstance. I happened to be there and they happened to be coming down the hill. It just makes magic".</i><a href="https://vimeo.com/646900459#t=4m40s">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nM_w2xBsgRO7Kd2fnRfNMYzLkDx0FURN_z1TpHokqiGfFeOPftkBOzoXaBYI73p_yOD4bMzqTgIUfXO8jttcq7b_nmO-RyxsUOo5wxy0bp0YO3Qkfhjwj0-wCLYUrbHqZaPnpkT1ao_fDeFdXsHgG8xCN6z2YpHvPQtox2OZ4rm8qK2tANwlTRC2/s225/images.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nM_w2xBsgRO7Kd2fnRfNMYzLkDx0FURN_z1TpHokqiGfFeOPftkBOzoXaBYI73p_yOD4bMzqTgIUfXO8jttcq7b_nmO-RyxsUOo5wxy0bp0YO3Qkfhjwj0-wCLYUrbHqZaPnpkT1ao_fDeFdXsHgG8xCN6z2YpHvPQtox2OZ4rm8qK2tANwlTRC2/w200-h200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>He </span><span>recorded the closure of the Woodhorn, Ashington, Lynemouth and Ellington collieries, having spent years gaining permission for access from the National Coal Board. As a chronicler of the catastrophic decline of the coal industry, h</span><span><span>e said he remembered the “sombre” mood during the last Woodhorn shift in 1981. </span></span></span><span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I’ve got</span> photos of piles of clothes. <span style="color: #990000;">Men weren’t going to work next day so didn’t need their overalls. It was like a metaphor for being on the scrapheap”.</span><span style="color: #660000;"> </span></i></b></span></span><span>Mik didn't feature the bitter Miners’ Strike of 1984-5 in his exhibitions and during that time took photos, but mostly of what he called </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"personal stuff"</span>, </i></b><span>knowing that families remained riven by the Strike. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">At its peak, 5,000 miners had lived in Ashington. Mike said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"That’s 5,000 families and there were ancillary industries feeding the mining industry that closed at the same time as the mines. We were very, very hard hit. Now, there are problems with alcohol and drugs, and second- or third-generation unemployed kids who have never worked and who have no future prospects. Nowadays, the main employer is the 24-hour Asda store, but I’m told most who work there are on zero-hour contracts".</span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvavvQOW_nx1HoTnwHIi1yoEXQKu7tH8skbZwwkyb0GdyfwqBNHyIV4UzTRHUexm3qyl0BLT48Nex2sXBDSCTwsgSD6_X5a3G4ivxVFcafPDOBN4FuN_YqhmUOgCMtp5rurRbWA-FJ2vVBqZ-jTm4mX4GxAUDxxH_fyYrlrI7HCYYWK4O9KL3ui_wL/s2100/EQ1quhxW4AA0VKI.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="2100" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvavvQOW_nx1HoTnwHIi1yoEXQKu7tH8skbZwwkyb0GdyfwqBNHyIV4UzTRHUexm3qyl0BLT48Nex2sXBDSCTwsgSD6_X5a3G4ivxVFcafPDOBN4FuN_YqhmUOgCMtp5rurRbWA-FJ2vVBqZ-jTm4mX4GxAUDxxH_fyYrlrI7HCYYWK4O9KL3ui_wL/w206-h137/EQ1quhxW4AA0VKI.jpg" width="206" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In his book 'Hirst', published in 2018, Mik documented the loss of a sense of community and his</span><span> photo of the girl with the black eye, taken with her permission reflected this. He said she was robbed a week after being <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“shanghaied”</span></i></b> up from London. </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“The social engineering thing where they’re sending people up from down south, getting them out of council houses and gentrifying places. She was a victim of that”. </span></i></b>Of his photo of <b>the man</b></span><span><b> slumped over a bar,</b> he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I’ve known him since he was nine years old. His father worked down the pit, but he’s never had a full-time job since he left school”</span></i></b>. Whereas a</span><span> man with the ghost of a smile and a face like a walnut was : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“The town’s most prolific cat burglar. Just a little fella”.</span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbz3HUewLP6dFYw_HX7KeuhbqwuQCjNUXou4czM_10Qiph91fZEXjf3j3Q8H3CmLK_sQm-6nrLqvHjGOw9tzV1RJ4V9pu3BT2bkFT7fA9fUA5Bb_0NoxggX8iH7LoxocDrTEtupyhzjF1MCBI5yPJNcQ5fY1SCN9zA7j5Cc5lBqsCyuwSwz5AO4Uc5/s300/SideGallery-300x221.jpg.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="300" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbz3HUewLP6dFYw_HX7KeuhbqwuQCjNUXou4czM_10Qiph91fZEXjf3j3Q8H3CmLK_sQm-6nrLqvHjGOw9tzV1RJ4V9pu3BT2bkFT7fA9fUA5Bb_0NoxggX8iH7LoxocDrTEtupyhzjF1MCBI5yPJNcQ5fY1SCN9zA7j5Cc5lBqsCyuwSwz5AO4Uc5/w190-h140/SideGallery-300x221.jpg.webp" width="190" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>In the process of over 40 years of photography, Mik compiled an archive of over 50,000 negatives. He </span><span>had the satisfaction of knowing that h</span></span><span>is work was held in public and private esteem in collections and had been exhibited widely at the <b>Side Gallery,</b> Amber-Side Collection <a href="https://www.amber-online.com/collection/ashington/">(link)</a>, Northumberland Archives, Brunel University, Museums Northumberland, Durham Art Gallery, Laing Gallery and in Northumberland Libraries.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4h_Gd4e-mTaTDT41kROGJ3XWGae4FwePWKCAMRQX_rfzhPurzUKF2qgEi7UJ3W_e9Z7_ZElEpvbuo4s9H_YXPOJEM40wqTrkTBFDYO2AItqlnhuq39ncx3Y4KxbJSiBfwmEPIlQ59RfrWo5S0mWc5GptsA61mwSMSPgM-6AgkCsvzpL4m2aox36l/s275/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4h_Gd4e-mTaTDT41kROGJ3XWGae4FwePWKCAMRQX_rfzhPurzUKF2qgEi7UJ3W_e9Z7_ZElEpvbuo4s9H_YXPOJEM40wqTrkTBFDYO2AItqlnhuq39ncx3Y4KxbJSiBfwmEPIlQ59RfrWo5S0mWc5GptsA61mwSMSPgM-6AgkCsvzpL4m2aox36l/w245-h163/download%20(9).jpg" width="245" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span><span><span>Between 2015 and 2018, he was commissioned by the 'Creative People and Places Programme', to photograph in East Ashington, the area where he had always lived and the result was the publication of 'Hirst'. <span></span><span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><b>Andrea Hawkins </b>in the introduction wrote : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #741b47;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSGccv41aohiiEzytZwKIsM5ABToDz4aersCUvLIW2gYi6VyHXhZDlD31jMaNtWonKlknBsFsL6bK8auXZmoAgviQhnj9PprEElry2YDKBk7TFyhRZzAmQ1kErhthDeXxwUH_DuC5MB0waRuXPo0Pw2DLKY5fiS4kf5Uh6T1o77QRip9tdMILanvp/s200/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="87" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSGccv41aohiiEzytZwKIsM5ABToDz4aersCUvLIW2gYi6VyHXhZDlD31jMaNtWonKlknBsFsL6bK8auXZmoAgviQhnj9PprEElry2YDKBk7TFyhRZzAmQ1kErhthDeXxwUH_DuC5MB0waRuXPo0Pw2DLKY5fiS4kf5Uh6T1o77QRip9tdMILanvp/w87-h87/download%20(3).jpg" width="87" /></a>‘His intimate knowledge, love for the people and place made him the ideal artist for a commission to work in the area. His photographer’s eye is unflinching, unsentimental, and full of respect for the people he says are </span><span style="color: #990000;">“often seen in the corner of your eye but disregarded”</span><span style="color: #741b47;">. He wandered the streets for 18 months talking to people and documenting a world marginalised or invisible to those living beyond Hirst’s parameters. His aim was to make visible their friendships, resilience and humanity, the photographs made possible by the openness of people willing to share their life experiences.’</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHm0fGJkiXWy-Tucn8bLG4GGm1YiYCV8QjeQeSKvHWxqgYpBthGFHD924c-rhIy24apLJLPoC3WMyvgMFoJFFp5tT9BisEPStKTvLyNnlpDvAQy7Izh8FvdKVclblBD5F4WIPqoNG9aa7j18TKG4uuQp4ZUjmrH0WPgjbmYq5FgIhF7z4G8Ca9neJ/s275/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHm0fGJkiXWy-Tucn8bLG4GGm1YiYCV8QjeQeSKvHWxqgYpBthGFHD924c-rhIy24apLJLPoC3WMyvgMFoJFFp5tT9BisEPStKTvLyNnlpDvAQy7Izh8FvdKVclblBD5F4WIPqoNG9aa7j18TKG4uuQp4ZUjmrH0WPgjbmYq5FgIhF7z4G8Ca9neJ/w180-h120/download%20(10).jpg" width="180" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>His 'Coal Town', a selection of 200 images primarily from the 1970s and 1980s, was published as a large format hardback in 2019.<a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ms1/coal-town">(link) </a>M</span><span>ore recently, i</span><span>n 2021, Mik's career-spanning exhibition, 'Coal Town', went on display at Woodhorn Museum in Northumberland, c</span><span>hronicling the town and people of Ashington over four decades.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaOONzI0gp3v6vYM3gMxHN5dRx813H4_XROayrZsLiL4MtleAqeet94ASMH-rA7rrRXOIhZg4xWbXiS4G12bUjRpUktl7iKx0QfZApNS0OLPPnfNhAXSOFN33Z8Qavf_wVpJvuRYm-OtKMG3vSk147YYHckqeYTfOJE6FBfUV6IMBdNEgITo-F7_f/s907/2023-03-12.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="907" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaOONzI0gp3v6vYM3gMxHN5dRx813H4_XROayrZsLiL4MtleAqeet94ASMH-rA7rrRXOIhZg4xWbXiS4G12bUjRpUktl7iKx0QfZApNS0OLPPnfNhAXSOFN33Z8Qavf_wVpJvuRYm-OtKMG3vSk147YYHckqeYTfOJE6FBfUV6IMBdNEgITo-F7_f/w482-h215/2023-03-12.png" width="482" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>F</span><span>eaturing more than 100 photographs taken from the 1970s right up early in this century, it documented the end of the coal mining industry in the town and the immediate and long-term impact of the loss of the industry on the town’s people, places, and community. It also </span><span>included the final shifts at the Woodhorn Colliery before it closed in 1981 and t</span><span>he lead image for the exhibition showed<b> George Miller Davison,</b> who was the deputy and the last man, who came out of the Colliery.<a href="https://vimeo.com/646900459#t+5m18s">(link)</a></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqdCHXNQmRmuBnUayFlR79rt5GKtf2aHOmaXck28ykvp4Q0ttCs6ZHa0MacrkfxcpPeyOoKCNkTsaPAG1x03ZS-2ULIVoLMfm7Xt5JRAqS2X5fSdRhu3x727uNfQRgIS1piOqG0Wm3nX6f40-M6WIFaVV1aiQra-V9WTSg5r84Ul-YU4_eA49nsh1/s1054/2023-03-11%20(3).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="1054" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqdCHXNQmRmuBnUayFlR79rt5GKtf2aHOmaXck28ykvp4Q0ttCs6ZHa0MacrkfxcpPeyOoKCNkTsaPAG1x03ZS-2ULIVoLMfm7Xt5JRAqS2X5fSdRhu3x727uNfQRgIS1piOqG0Wm3nX6f40-M6WIFaVV1aiQra-V9WTSg5r84Ul-YU4_eA49nsh1/w292-h112/2023-03-11%20(3).png" width="292" /></a><a href="https://www.itv.com/news/tyne-tees/2023-03-10/renowned-photographer-known-for-capturing-coal-mining-industry-dies-aged-68">(link)</a></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1iPcQ-T3GGEhKRKOmwMTF3gQQ4lgtTIYRoflACeemDi2l5XxonJ0a-bBUOKOCQXtQjcq5gDNoQFH2b6T9hTZvTduoJjjilLAaV_LwgHEiONRgSYA3xH53WlyaeXz7_o6d8FztBlUuMcfahDJpLRTaTjxD8FJVUMZO2u2lVJp9J3fhT9uav0V6K9u/s239/2023-03-11%20(5).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="184" height="80" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1iPcQ-T3GGEhKRKOmwMTF3gQQ4lgtTIYRoflACeemDi2l5XxonJ0a-bBUOKOCQXtQjcq5gDNoQFH2b6T9hTZvTduoJjjilLAaV_LwgHEiONRgSYA3xH53WlyaeXz7_o6d8FztBlUuMcfahDJpLRTaTjxD8FJVUMZO2u2lVJp9J3fhT9uav0V6K9u/w61-h80/2023-03-11%20(5).png" width="61" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Rowan Brown, Chief Executive of Museums Northumberland, said : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“Mik’s photographs capture more than just a moment in time. They embody the emotions of his subjects, and that quality brings his pictures to life”</span></i></b> and </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“Mik’s work always sparks an emotional response and like all great documentary photographers, each picture has a story to tell. His genuine warmth and respect for the people he photographs shines through”</span><span style="color: #0b5394;">.</span></i></b> </span><span>Mik himself said :</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> “After all these many years, I feel that I'm bringing these people back to life again, back home where they all belong".</span></i></b></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHY6W5535QB2M9WLQcZs8Z_wghhkpSWR92th56jxwBWw6yR9iyAmRCi896O7-1p9ciLAM0MUpG2wOk11IosYIZGD1SWQH13kK70idx7MID6gkjUseAEh36ZmNsD4NfQKZJGz8essZElSUUkaBSlYvdj_jYa9P4peK3-pu2YWg1dXpGmQ4bNhc_8sK/s441/0_GWR_NJL_271021mik01.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="305" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHY6W5535QB2M9WLQcZs8Z_wghhkpSWR92th56jxwBWw6yR9iyAmRCi896O7-1p9ciLAM0MUpG2wOk11IosYIZGD1SWQH13kK70idx7MID6gkjUseAEh36ZmNsD4NfQKZJGz8essZElSUUkaBSlYvdj_jYa9P4peK3-pu2YWg1dXpGmQ4bNhc_8sK/w117-h170/0_GWR_NJL_271021mik01.jpg" width="117" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbmMcNnxJ5Ld009rGwCjMgM3WUco9fMOgB4vaw-xC1Mb17HzNXgLxgYqYv0rI0XOQL55uc_oftfA3h9EvCSwgi0d5fs8KFm7BgXlIIkjbykhGYXLWyTz6cfmAvDUutaDjyPISaL6P51wutHu2SbHZDREVhDxReRQtUW9uMr1CFeJfWD6lO1E-Kzza/s251/images%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="201" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbmMcNnxJ5Ld009rGwCjMgM3WUco9fMOgB4vaw-xC1Mb17HzNXgLxgYqYv0rI0XOQL55uc_oftfA3h9EvCSwgi0d5fs8KFm7BgXlIIkjbykhGYXLWyTz6cfmAvDUutaDjyPISaL6P51wutHu2SbHZDREVhDxReRQtUW9uMr1CFeJfWD6lO1E-Kzza/w116-h145/images%20(3).jpg" width="116" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;">Mike said : </span></p><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><b> "I see it as a duty. A duty to show things as they are. It’s not about nostalgia – it’s the real now".</b></i></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://issuu.com/documentarygrouproyalphotographicso/docs/rps_the_decisive_moment_february_2021_edition_21/s/11924328">(link)</a></span></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-49650198649487195532023-03-07T08:34:00.050-08:002024-02-22T23:49:02.880-08:00Time for Britain to honour and pay tribute to its Master Stone Carver, Rory Young <div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0YDyPZfDqN5_gfBI8Ckau8DMXm1Io0vJK0DPWFpNPwxBFSOvX6_jY54jPBzWNyFTLLoAj4KJo59EXoIdOHyF_BPBDeNhVGc6EdiIO55oY0JkCRAZAawXcG8doIc1WnYnWNEqVo1xX7GaN0kPzg2wrF56TpyAvjbsN13UmJZGQYp1DCdZLPZ1e0LNg/s342/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="274" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0YDyPZfDqN5_gfBI8Ckau8DMXm1Io0vJK0DPWFpNPwxBFSOvX6_jY54jPBzWNyFTLLoAj4KJo59EXoIdOHyF_BPBDeNhVGc6EdiIO55oY0JkCRAZAawXcG8doIc1WnYnWNEqVo1xX7GaN0kPzg2wrF56TpyAvjbsN13UmJZGQYp1DCdZLPZ1e0LNg/w130-h163/download%20(1).jpg" width="130" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Page views : 638</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div>Rory, who has died at the age of sixty-seven, was born early in 1954 in the market town of Cirencester, Gloucestershire, into a family of Cotswold farmers. His was to be a very different future from work on the land and i</span><span>n his fifty year career, he was to become an inspiration for a life devoted to the practice and history of traditional buildings. Yet despite the fact that in his lifetime, </span><span>he was hailed as one of the country’s most eminent artist-craftsmen, </span><span>only the provincial 'Wilts and Gloucestershire Standard' <a href="https://www.wiltsglosstandard.co.uk/news/23352822.tributes-pour-inspirational-cirencester-sculptor-rory-young/">(link)</a> has marked his passing. All this, d</span><span>espite the fact that he, in a career which spanned 50 years, </span><span>worked, most notably, on restoring the stone carvings of the Great West Door of York Minster and designed, carved and painted seven new stone martyrs for medieval niches in the nave screen at St Albans Cathedral.</span></span><div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">********</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND_NR_izv6VW5DKMfCo12ML744w7SOph1JTDmHIqwmdxPnb4zEbD1kec23M3A_jKoqzIgTk5Un6-2qd80r6ZmyMdWpsyHWuq6Te0IjqBe8H3D8qftcw3Zv1qtKMHYEK7HviEP8VmnGzhJx2q5jcUWUch4LEge72FFR7t92lMZOXk_j6Dh5u0LAxoS/s420/College-Farm-4.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="420" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND_NR_izv6VW5DKMfCo12ML744w7SOph1JTDmHIqwmdxPnb4zEbD1kec23M3A_jKoqzIgTk5Un6-2qd80r6ZmyMdWpsyHWuq6Te0IjqBe8H3D8qftcw3Zv1qtKMHYEK7HviEP8VmnGzhJx2q5jcUWUch4LEge72FFR7t92lMZOXk_j6Dh5u0LAxoS/w265-h157/College-Farm-4.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>Rory was born in the Spring of 1954 on <b>College Farm,</b> Cirencester, Gloucestershire. His father, a tenant farmer, had the the 700 acre farm passed to him from his father. Built in 1845 it was part of the </span></span><span>Royal Agricultural College, the first</span><span> agricultural college to be formed in England, Originally 410 acres in size, by the 20th century it had grown to 700 acres. At home, on the farm, Rory was surrounded by history and he and his sister Katrina would have been familiar with buildings which had once housed the carpenter's shop, smithy, slaughterhouse, stables for the working horses, pigsties, massive three-storey feeding house and steam engine house, all built in mellow Cotswold stone. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgn-5cTVwxgA4XH4Kd3sxc1-qMY_hIY7heVk4-yGr2K20QRvQIx_RbEutSD3Hwe6UnkCUiJbogzgs1rD-pGCdPY_wFB-2V38cPgqbsDVAesWFyqG-_3e7-QE4y1z8ZxiI14YDY4zdkkouNjAfhh9wKBIhQ3FuvuOHNCGxyEiSUomXX7DairoYD6l5/s227/2023-03-05%20(5).png" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="227" data-original-width="190" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgn-5cTVwxgA4XH4Kd3sxc1-qMY_hIY7heVk4-yGr2K20QRvQIx_RbEutSD3Hwe6UnkCUiJbogzgs1rD-pGCdPY_wFB-2V38cPgqbsDVAesWFyqG-_3e7-QE4y1z8ZxiI14YDY4zdkkouNjAfhh9wKBIhQ3FuvuOHNCGxyEiSUomXX7DairoYD6l5/w129-h154/2023-03-05%20(5).png" width="129" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdch269cROofZV5pXy3h75Uw4qRjbtM5ZYCKnwlcgXjxFfMV1ly7mh38gKel8YpjTjWeLEqAFsmLWZf50k1oR-Xd_zKfLMi8rjAdSWu6n1LqepyiHSjgbxbX4irkvmpGgcDrDdcgB7b0gLIyltYYUrww2yl-wRPZiQD1xZrkST7tjZBLJRHeo2qHdj/s569/2023-03-05.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="569" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdch269cROofZV5pXy3h75Uw4qRjbtM5ZYCKnwlcgXjxFfMV1ly7mh38gKel8YpjTjWeLEqAFsmLWZf50k1oR-Xd_zKfLMi8rjAdSWu6n1LqepyiHSjgbxbX4irkvmpGgcDrDdcgB7b0gLIyltYYUrww2yl-wRPZiQD1xZrkST7tjZBLJRHeo2qHdj/w178-h123/2023-03-05.png" width="178" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">He was photographed at the age of four in a sandpit with his sister Katrina and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"There's me looking defiant, having just </span><span>pulled the sand out of t</span></i></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span>he first arch,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> which my father taught me how to build". </span></i></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">He said he lost interest in farming from this point on with the exception of his discovery of hands-on building while repairing dry stone walls, the love of which stayed with him and was reflected in the recent masterpiece he created in the garden of his house in Cirencester, which enclosed his </span><span style="font-size: medium;">‘Court of Memory’ which was the </span><span style="font-size: medium;">fulfilment of a dream. </span></div></span></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7iQxFmhQDZReI1qv2acev7TK-LIZ9NjVF287GtMbCkaV2th-kDyrUd4rhpni7vAConZrEeP2SqFw0LWjBZfs9mVsISBd8CErrK_5nX7W7Ws4so4lLZqEi23wBEfDp3qONOYVDW8rcTcKje2-_wTHiZZeaGkoI3E8-_hUxX3248GKJXSki2Do-fIl/s755/2023-03-07%20(1).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="755" height="93" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7iQxFmhQDZReI1qv2acev7TK-LIZ9NjVF287GtMbCkaV2th-kDyrUd4rhpni7vAConZrEeP2SqFw0LWjBZfs9mVsISBd8CErrK_5nX7W7Ws4so4lLZqEi23wBEfDp3qONOYVDW8rcTcKje2-_wTHiZZeaGkoI3E8-_hUxX3248GKJXSki2Do-fIl/w208-h93/2023-03-07%20(1).png" width="208" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnDck8uNrFen6eZ0vIwIZ233Vf8b7jMVHO4xYcGKWePJdtcaD1x0erz-mM90IPWWy-Lb4vTbbfXbNzPLT-urZLufEXVZlAGF6gpXqzVO-EUGdWqpnSiIFbUaeGzfVACX_sIYJ4W7MiXqUYai9F5l21NX2z9haY6VT1kx63ApjUyx56FZs4WZauNIN/s689/2023-03-07.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="689" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbnDck8uNrFen6eZ0vIwIZ233Vf8b7jMVHO4xYcGKWePJdtcaD1x0erz-mM90IPWWy-Lb4vTbbfXbNzPLT-urZLufEXVZlAGF6gpXqzVO-EUGdWqpnSiIFbUaeGzfVACX_sIYJ4W7MiXqUYai9F5l21NX2z9haY6VT1kx63ApjUyx56FZs4WZauNIN/w157-h101/2023-03-07.png" width="157" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><div>At a young age he loved the ancient patina of buildings and on camping holidays with his parents in Pembrokeshire, he had noticed the texture and decay of buildings at an old slate quarry. His mother, Jill, made a pen and wash copy of the coastline in the area based on an old photograph. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ySKfb6SOPuTyEPd6jVBSTkuQjNcIlmG4-VyxGxxKKwAP6Nh61PvGA7lL_PAEGKqmx965E4CrAWofeaIbwnJHRS1DtkjPJtx8g9nUGvAhU6w8dPm9m72XJ1UEQcdytjBblcZngY9CsluTJs0oN0WWzo28O2mhFv6DuCUmmJZh_8klE0lw4esDZUqu/s275/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ySKfb6SOPuTyEPd6jVBSTkuQjNcIlmG4-VyxGxxKKwAP6Nh61PvGA7lL_PAEGKqmx965E4CrAWofeaIbwnJHRS1DtkjPJtx8g9nUGvAhU6w8dPm9m72XJ1UEQcdytjBblcZngY9CsluTJs0oN0WWzo28O2mhFv6DuCUmmJZh_8klE0lw4esDZUqu/w223-h148/download%20(2).jpg" width="223" /></a></div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>At the age of five his parents paid for him to attend Oakley Hall Prep School for Boys in Cirencester, which was under the Headmastership of RFB Letts and where, according to the Telegraph : <b><i>'</i></b></span><b><i>It was a place of chalk dust, mortar boards and flogging. Letts would sweep into Sunday chapel in a gown to take services according to the Book of Common Prayer, complete with responses sung to a wheezing harmonium. Swimming was conducted without trunks and boys had to declare daily details of their bowel movements. After that it was into a curriculum of Ovid, Homer and English kings and queens'.</i></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qoU3R-4EDPiBIC77O757gep4Hqm8vI2cLcsK0Eu3-9ovT-uvbtxQKyPuIp654Z_nkWShWs3I6vkWDa0UTelWygwzU9N9x8-zVPFpcoVVuf_S_d06MDzu5POwzqYglPR3DnrrRLuruOWLC8t5d1yZDgNPnr0GqdDCs89PKFHYU2wIZZS-dPfxgXXj/s275/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qoU3R-4EDPiBIC77O757gep4Hqm8vI2cLcsK0Eu3-9ovT-uvbtxQKyPuIp654Z_nkWShWs3I6vkWDa0UTelWygwzU9N9x8-zVPFpcoVVuf_S_d06MDzu5POwzqYglPR3DnrrRLuruOWLC8t5d1yZDgNPnr0GqdDCs89PKFHYU2wIZZS-dPfxgXXj/w181-h121/download%20(3).jpg" width="181" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">At the age thirteen he was packed off south to Somerset, where he was a boarder at the independent boys' school, Taunton College, When he was in the sixth form he became the 'Art Editor' and displayed his pen and ink work on the pages of the school's termly magazine, the 'Aluredian', with domestic scenes like the school's <b>old and new kitchens.</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The culmination of that was when I was twenty in 1974, building and industrial <b>byzantine façade.</b> Thirty years later he supervised the repairs to his red brick folly carried out by The Society for the Protection of Ancent Buildings, Lethaby Scholars and the William Morris Craft Fellows.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWku9NRSv9aoxxkHE-7Q95mYRW1JSiAxzbwm6Lq831sBW8dWd0mJWO4l2ZICisO-Seh0rjNiOOe1DZFrfX5IpFVWFH2IfN7WPB7WaGw7J_6nU_gQOpv03o3dQ7pENM_YJyFrr2Ro9pD-rH_x6FOUH2BahccFFKM9lOXB1mbdtvbCwXqaOlzxkazMij/s512/Camberwell_Art_School.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="512" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWku9NRSv9aoxxkHE-7Q95mYRW1JSiAxzbwm6Lq831sBW8dWd0mJWO4l2ZICisO-Seh0rjNiOOe1DZFrfX5IpFVWFH2IfN7WPB7WaGw7J_6nU_gQOpv03o3dQ7pENM_YJyFrr2Ro9pD-rH_x6FOUH2BahccFFKM9lOXB1mbdtvbCwXqaOlzxkazMij/w178-h133/Camberwell_Art_School.jpg" width="178" /></a></div>In 1973 he had left school and took up a place to study fine art at the<b> Camberwell College of Arts </b>in South London. </span><span><span>When he graduated in 1976 he embarked, in a campervan, on a painting tour of the North of England. </span><span>He lived on £13 a week, parked in laybys and became a vegetarian by necessity and, despite coming from a well-off middle class family, said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I’ve always turned on a sixpence and lived on a shoestring" </span></i></b>and </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"</i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I wanted to see the mills of the north, my England before it was all demolished"</span></i></b>.</span><span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>The experience had a lasting effect on him and </span></span><span>inspired him to devote his life to the history and practice of traditional building techniques. He</span><span> now began a career in which he was, by turns, </span><span>a sculptor, a memorial letter cutter, a builder and a building repairer. He started by managing to find work reconstructing a 17th century gazebo and set about teaching himself masonry, mortared walling, paving and plastering. He became an expert in and effective champion of lime, which he called the : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Lifeblood of all traditional buildings and has the advantage over cement of being protective, nourishing, even the stone it coats and also permeable, allowing building to breathe". </span></i></b></span></span></div></div></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76Dsi7596j2Wmec0uQu00nyz9RHh1XUrl7LzWRhg9mIDCDJaZwH4sj-im7OdiAY2YNjj7ukdd2OorIEnzqkpNOb7xoSdi2kXHWmH_o4-PBN6ebIdzadP7I7b84JuHpXf8G1odo2dTTPrakkBwWTLDn4iCM_H8Res9B9S8q_h_sX9oXhRnXpwh600D/s564/c1c128dc023385763ad2f48d33c5de71.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="564" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76Dsi7596j2Wmec0uQu00nyz9RHh1XUrl7LzWRhg9mIDCDJaZwH4sj-im7OdiAY2YNjj7ukdd2OorIEnzqkpNOb7xoSdi2kXHWmH_o4-PBN6ebIdzadP7I7b84JuHpXf8G1odo2dTTPrakkBwWTLDn4iCM_H8Res9B9S8q_h_sX9oXhRnXpwh600D/w206-h137/c1c128dc023385763ad2f48d33c5de71.jpg" width="206" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>From the start, his preferred rock was limestone, because he knew that the masons of the past who worked </span><span>sandstone of Herefordshire, Worcestershire, Staffordshire, were taken by silicosis at an average age of 35. As he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Sandstone masons died like flies; but you couldn’t kill a limestone mason. Masons in the Cotswolds would live far longer : limestone dust is pretty well harmless"</span></i></b>. The thing that he did share with those masons was anonymity and it didn't bother him. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Both on the Great West Door of York Minster and on the St Albans seven martyrs, there have been various television features where my name doesn’t appear. And I’m delighted about that. I really am"</span></i></b>. <span>What </span><span>he appreciated was not praise or accolade, so much as the commission itself. He believed that c</span><span>arvings are designed to honour a building, or place, by enhancing its existing qualities, and adding to its cultural significance.</span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyWyKn7RhZkQzNTZvZV7eWFJWNXAY8PBzN8xFRz18QqJXVtMgaoZLPWcJgwlEvX3jnpjkrn9Iq5tqy81umRxmT9tzsgmRaLHfCvzmDs3IdYZ-X_1Z5ZMi4ZoMP1vtO3Ot3CnYm7Ddvg2I0psrrUwoblMCW1yh8d1Az35Cj6rfJ46YN7pr77eRGRUQ/s1024/GettyImages-515819583.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1024" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyWyKn7RhZkQzNTZvZV7eWFJWNXAY8PBzN8xFRz18QqJXVtMgaoZLPWcJgwlEvX3jnpjkrn9Iq5tqy81umRxmT9tzsgmRaLHfCvzmDs3IdYZ-X_1Z5ZMi4ZoMP1vtO3Ot3CnYm7Ddvg2I0psrrUwoblMCW1yh8d1Az35Cj6rfJ46YN7pr77eRGRUQ/w214-h164/GettyImages-515819583.jpg" width="214" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He worked on the basis that sculptures aren’t ‘found’ in stone, but are painstakingly worked and teased out using highly technical skills with </span><span>coordinates, measurements and skilled drawings prefiguring any picking up of chisels. Rory said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span><span style="color: #990000;">This romantic idea that comes from Michelangelo, that you’re revealing the figure out of a block of stone, in fact, right back to the Ancient Greeks, sculptors made models and copied from them.</span> </span><span>Eric Gill, <span style="color: #990000;">a great hero of mine in terms of lettering and a brilliant designer, even he, on big pieces, would be working from a model. So everything would be scaled up mechanically".</span></span></i></b></span></span><p></p><div><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1KAMMNYui6kwWP157nFLXIO6gr6QDSH3QwrmlAycpnKgTi7yPtWlR0F_kevf3XBMaedmjE32RjIle0nZ6wQLndiypnQfAme2hJipM2HcZ0hL9OcMRxRGTdTDBtJrAp2LqIyd5p9DahjJjNVFAL3yjv9nb104XCOylvdqDSd1YNF_DXUhNPpCtUph/s450/Screenshot%20(11).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="450" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1KAMMNYui6kwWP157nFLXIO6gr6QDSH3QwrmlAycpnKgTi7yPtWlR0F_kevf3XBMaedmjE32RjIle0nZ6wQLndiypnQfAme2hJipM2HcZ0hL9OcMRxRGTdTDBtJrAp2LqIyd5p9DahjJjNVFAL3yjv9nb104XCOylvdqDSd1YNF_DXUhNPpCtUph/w213-h104/Screenshot%20(11).png" width="213" /></a></div>By the end of the 20th century the carvings around the arch of the main west door of York Minster had deteriorated badly and in 1998 Rory was commissioned to replace them with new designs and the decision was made to replace them with carvings of stories from the Book of Genesis. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Rory started with a strikingly contemporary <b>'Hand of God' </b>for the Creation and followed with 'Adam and Eve', 'Cain and Abel' and 'Noah'. The decision was also made that the stories should be presented in a more twentieth-century fashion, with a focus on the human lessons to be learned from the text, such as the responsibility of mankind as stewards of God’s creation, the necessary harmony between man and animals as evoked by Rory's image of Noah’s Ark.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2NnopZdcLYbPGIlWubVX6QBIOmIcM4-WSZhwKf2PAggHVwmYlmYz0ntYL-P4a-feEU76S8B17w6GLZRHem6roHh_L3z3qdvoI4FTQH3bY5v2FcLT6J2x2kOdijRiVqVwBWx9BASGI_jD3s7s_owqYWCtftMaR8w2T3ROlGoKpMbS0Oq5gHGhhgVD/s531/2023-03-08.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="438" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2NnopZdcLYbPGIlWubVX6QBIOmIcM4-WSZhwKf2PAggHVwmYlmYz0ntYL-P4a-feEU76S8B17w6GLZRHem6roHh_L3z3qdvoI4FTQH3bY5v2FcLT6J2x2kOdijRiVqVwBWx9BASGI_jD3s7s_owqYWCtftMaR8w2T3ROlGoKpMbS0Oq5gHGhhgVD/w286-h349/2023-03-08.png" width="286" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>In his career, Rory works in Westminster Abbey, the Guards Chapel, St. George's Bloomsbury, Carlisle Cathedral, the Chapel of the Dukes of Beaufort and parish churches. Of the latter he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Poor old churches. They have to afford insurance; mending a roof that’s been stolen; dealing with dry-rot in the pews. It’s very rare that there’s actually money to put the icing on the cake; to adorn in an artistic way".</span></i></b></div><div><br /></div></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtGknyMc7xnThUFqVAlvtzIc98wkINCfzU-AOty6fwslpKKXjNdcvdGJ0eVbGN7_Q1r00GgNtd3ElEknxWgl6kdKWymBIg2aA685_D1Vf15sHTPNvRld2WkR_kMs4F2Chq6PIhCSRBtMSJEKJB_oIaPcdzDJqtsngk7OlwDsy6GBm9DzwM1PPRiJe/s416/Screenshot%20(10).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="310" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtGknyMc7xnThUFqVAlvtzIc98wkINCfzU-AOty6fwslpKKXjNdcvdGJ0eVbGN7_Q1r00GgNtd3ElEknxWgl6kdKWymBIg2aA685_D1Vf15sHTPNvRld2WkR_kMs4F2Chq6PIhCSRBtMSJEKJB_oIaPcdzDJqtsngk7OlwDsy6GBm9DzwM1PPRiJe/w168-h225/Screenshot%20(10).png" width="168" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRpVxDumNN2mF128-JkApI5BfxKquvZFoU9hAPTNyTlk0dfYAeb9aedr2t-m2QE2HIg8SUl5Q6nAihFCw8ARoOMI4cgAAM28a8sR5DI5_7ICA9a01AooLZuQubGIi6Awe_73X9-oBwDF2iuwVGOv1hkK5DIrXYmC7C04GLNH1uVZ9UIlbpgzp6hYG/s259/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="259" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRpVxDumNN2mF128-JkApI5BfxKquvZFoU9hAPTNyTlk0dfYAeb9aedr2t-m2QE2HIg8SUl5Q6nAihFCw8ARoOMI4cgAAM28a8sR5DI5_7ICA9a01AooLZuQubGIi6Awe_73X9-oBwDF2iuwVGOv1hkK5DIrXYmC7C04GLNH1uVZ9UIlbpgzp6hYG/w174-h131/download%20(4).jpg" width="174" /></a></div><div><span><span>In 2001 he was commissioned to produce the memorial stone for Peter Blake, the revered New Zealand yachtsman, who was killed by</span></span> pirates while he was on an environmental exploration trip in South America. Peter's wife asked Rory to create the st<b>one for the commemoration service </b>in Auckland, which in the event, was attended by 40,000 people and the Prime Minister and Brazillian Ambassador. Rory said : <span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"Occasionally I allow the stone to actually dictate the design". With slate from Cumbria he said he : "Used the stripes on the stone. The idea of the equator for the northern hemisphere and southern hemisphere and the sky and the great swell of the ocean he sailed on".</i><a href=" https://vimeo.com/554857058/e186124b39#t=45m02s">(link)</a></span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBSzchtXuNTJSm-9TrKNY28RFzlwRYAVDWf49bY-QRlu80E7ioPb6RpVf2iZYV2_9L5eturwC-j7Frt5h3PLqZ8hn1lR9EeoobNx9olntHITB3_40tEpwI_RSu5FNoJszAGt9OK_wyHr0_yyVJcosm4k9Ihn7q0D8JnXNehIgoIEGBedV35VxWS-H/s183/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="149" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBSzchtXuNTJSm-9TrKNY28RFzlwRYAVDWf49bY-QRlu80E7ioPb6RpVf2iZYV2_9L5eturwC-j7Frt5h3PLqZ8hn1lR9EeoobNx9olntHITB3_40tEpwI_RSu5FNoJszAGt9OK_wyHr0_yyVJcosm4k9Ihn7q0D8JnXNehIgoIEGBedV35VxWS-H/w89-h110/download%20(5).jpg" width="89" /></a></div>In 2010 at the age of fifty-six Rory took on his biggest project, the sculpt and paint s</span>even new painted stone statues of the St Alban's Martyrs and install them in the medieval niches in the nave screen at the Cathedral. </span><span>During the five years which followed, Rory worked closely with the Dean of the Cathedral, the <b>Dr Jeffrey John </b>who said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"Rory Young’s research has been meticulous and his workmanship of tremendous quality. The statues are a fine contemporary reworking of a medieval tradition, but the statues fit and blend in so well; it feels as if they have been here for centuries. The recent saints remind us that there are Christian martyrs in every age – probably more now than there have been for many years – and inspire us to be braver ourselves in standing up for what we believe"</span></i></b><span>. </span><span>Rory himself said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It was a huge privilege to win this commission and to actually work on the fabric of the building in preparation for installing the statues. It has been incredibly humbling to attempt to portray these Christian heroes". </span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fK6Sxuw8Mznyu0qPhVRUwqDaYwfpSIL2Gc_Sk14oXMtDOFu5jwQtPSm6DSXu1vJhIzI2T_EsQXDPTaAZd98OtbtWPZ_IsrZrY8HP1Qe6gKZEqGAY5bu0YRHEuwaIBnzPbbJmAo8Z9Jl45wK5046kf3IuaUyESg3IqoALZgVzVCzCD-AyPh3kMeT0/s294/2023-03-05%20(8).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="294" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fK6Sxuw8Mznyu0qPhVRUwqDaYwfpSIL2Gc_Sk14oXMtDOFu5jwQtPSm6DSXu1vJhIzI2T_EsQXDPTaAZd98OtbtWPZ_IsrZrY8HP1Qe6gKZEqGAY5bu0YRHEuwaIBnzPbbJmAo8Z9Jl45wK5046kf3IuaUyESg3IqoALZgVzVCzCD-AyPh3kMeT0/w325-h261/2023-03-05%20(8).png" width="325" /></a></div></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://vimeo.com/554857058/e186124b39#t=41m47s">Link</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Historically, no painted figures in the country had been placed in a church screens since before the the English Civil War in the seventeenth century. He said the first thing I did was to study the screens which had survived. <a href="https://vimeo.com/554857058/e186124b39#t=41m15s">(link) </a>Then b</span><span>efore painting the St Albans martyrs blue, yellow, pink, green against a halo of ivory stone, he referenced the work of cathedral archaeologist Jerry Sampson, who spent a lifetime studying the West Front of Wells Cathedral and the existing church screens in England. Rory</span><span> said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Having been trained as a fine art painter, to me colour is an absolute joy in my life"</span></i></b><span>. He was keen to emulate the screens of the past because, as he said : </span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">"We do misunderstand, don’t we, the vivid, vibrant colours with which our ancestors imbued our sacred buildings ". </b></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7fVIm6T8yujBZEVdecJclXQCFnsUC2h0lC6c2BR4saWuV8XRknXOdlSrX_pseRc53MM7Dj4KdlfCQe2KXYVdzTDuVX5a00fVn2cGWrRQCmvKB9ixNtHiML8lyxiijktE3aaGERUIRLqPipat2SVd1_la06g6S9ROMTRCDx_ai3WeuXRnGyhEcRYT/s300/download.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7fVIm6T8yujBZEVdecJclXQCFnsUC2h0lC6c2BR4saWuV8XRknXOdlSrX_pseRc53MM7Dj4KdlfCQe2KXYVdzTDuVX5a00fVn2cGWrRQCmvKB9ixNtHiML8lyxiijktE3aaGERUIRLqPipat2SVd1_la06g6S9ROMTRCDx_ai3WeuXRnGyhEcRYT/w212-h119/download.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILJ2BqtEl_vlBayedg3xvzPqmjP-8Y6-KO3oJ-Tecmf0a8RDp0ipwDYxMiPnEP2YNoAonTvHWItcAMnf2liM66LQ_PcBMe1vmmeat2oZlWYn0BzRtCAKwrQ_U4PSlBZI-Hckdngs8lsHdiTkX3_6kBqgXhn0KsLR_KaAHtbikclyRVVRUNiajL8FL/s620/twm-roryyoung-190822-1019.jpg.article-620.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="620" height="75" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILJ2BqtEl_vlBayedg3xvzPqmjP-8Y6-KO3oJ-Tecmf0a8RDp0ipwDYxMiPnEP2YNoAonTvHWItcAMnf2liM66LQ_PcBMe1vmmeat2oZlWYn0BzRtCAKwrQ_U4PSlBZI-Hckdngs8lsHdiTkX3_6kBqgXhn0KsLR_KaAHtbikclyRVVRUNiajL8FL/w133-h75/twm-roryyoung-190822-1019.jpg.article-620.jpg" width="133" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><div><span>Rory said he : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Wanted the colours to be the servants of </span></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">form" </span>and worked, being conscious of how the light from the window in the south aisle played on the drapery and heads of the saints and how the colour :<span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "Inevitably helps to describe them and tell their stories". </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr7b3vV76Jk">(link)</a></span> </span><span>He also said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">‘Somebody said to me :</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span><span style="color: #274e13;">"Only you, Rory, could have trodden the dodgy line between bad taste and high art"</span></i></b><span style="color: #274e13;">. </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">For me, that was the ultimate compliment".</span></i></b> Although he also said : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i><span>"</span><span>I really did nearly burn up one of my nine lives on that. </span><span>Working crazy hours to achieve what I wanted. I wanted to take these St Albans stone statues to a great level of realism. I was painting them, so that was a complete departure; nobody had done anything like this in my lifetime."</span></i></b></span></div></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHQMOlhiyl4QuUONNvo8BlQBwTv_owYWXrQ9rICKi9Jfqe-BUZIrTMmhVCDiZKcqAZtzLyGoUjzXzlrLwMYYrRdek6OjIMJSacVuGeGwwTmp9qgHv_BnZ2nv4vefSPJ2rDDNJtOukvCNLCTnzxg9AAEZ17l3YDEkCAJ8kCk1aPLw2x6rwl6WhDJrS/s434/2023-03-05%20(2).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="434" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHQMOlhiyl4QuUONNvo8BlQBwTv_owYWXrQ9rICKi9Jfqe-BUZIrTMmhVCDiZKcqAZtzLyGoUjzXzlrLwMYYrRdek6OjIMJSacVuGeGwwTmp9qgHv_BnZ2nv4vefSPJ2rDDNJtOukvCNLCTnzxg9AAEZ17l3YDEkCAJ8kCk1aPLw2x6rwl6WhDJrS/w161-h135/2023-03-05%20(2).png" width="161" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 2019 he went on a week long painting trip organised by a fellow painter from his Camberwell College days. As a result, his Ayrshire lime kiln was his first painting for many years and he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"That's my insurance for old age, getting back to painting and writing my memoirs of my tour of the North of England, which I did when I left art school and that was the moment that I switched from living the life of a fine artist to being conservator and builder of ancient buildings".</span></i></b></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4Feu_pjZtuKjK4-TpwmsJ76iNLngJjqzG4ZgKxwLwTs0e5OSEdA6CeRf_f7w1lLivcy-x2MBQMGBfOeLUsDEm9zVK5PplAvRxm5kcY_HsH9EC_f2DLfoRO0AIWWdJ19hH3rQtPD6080f-I3L-FEkpAE6_IlzMCMyIw3tkXEcSKvNw25OCSaGMjej/s620/img-9512.jpg.article-620.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="620" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC4Feu_pjZtuKjK4-TpwmsJ76iNLngJjqzG4ZgKxwLwTs0e5OSEdA6CeRf_f7w1lLivcy-x2MBQMGBfOeLUsDEm9zVK5PplAvRxm5kcY_HsH9EC_f2DLfoRO0AIWWdJ19hH3rQtPD6080f-I3L-FEkpAE6_IlzMCMyIw3tkXEcSKvNw25OCSaGMjej/w204-h115/img-9512.jpg.article-620.jpg" width="204" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When Rory learned that he had cancer at the age of sixty-eight, he decided to spend some of the time he had left trying to raise money for the cancer unit at Cheltenham General Hospital, which treated him. As a result, </span><span>during the lockdown winter of 2020-21,</span><span> </span><span>a</span><span>s part of a £480,000 restoration project at the church, Rory and a colleague spent four weeks crafting a 22-inch by 17.5-inch masked-medic grotesque out of Lépine limestone from France, simply titled <b>'</b></span><span><b>A National Health Service Worker'. </b></span></span></div><div><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBIo-dY2RAbGkqOTEnwFTFpm049cvqrnBtoVv6zAj4GBJwyKZVjRfTRT_obe-SnloGSOp3wehxPUK7JsOlRJu_Hh_s1g0Ppk8DrsFar8cHUfxor5AZf9BUcAGqkoEPOtfkTd7OZMBYQ-_7WQ--i8TiySZUxWcG6BaxQnCLjm0QMVriGFc5HbvcS7R/s233/IMG_6552.PNG" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="204" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBIo-dY2RAbGkqOTEnwFTFpm049cvqrnBtoVv6zAj4GBJwyKZVjRfTRT_obe-SnloGSOp3wehxPUK7JsOlRJu_Hh_s1g0Ppk8DrsFar8cHUfxor5AZf9BUcAGqkoEPOtfkTd7OZMBYQ-_7WQ--i8TiySZUxWcG6BaxQnCLjm0QMVriGFc5HbvcS7R/w105-h119/IMG_6552.PNG" width="105" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He first created the full-scale polystyrene mod</span><span>el of the head, which he planned to sell by auction and was painted to look identical to the stone carving and it was money raised from this which he planned to donate to the hospital. </span>He had been inspired by a <b>photograph of architect Columba Cook’s niece, </b>a doctor working in an intensive care unit and he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I enjoyed doing the medieval drapery for her head gear, her PPS and her mask with nice facets. We decided goggles were quite impossible. We needed to see human eyes looking down in gargoyle tradition". </span></i></b>He said that it : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Put me in the limelight with my sculpture which I'd never had before, apart from St. Albans, my work is deeply out of fashion, but suddenly there were crowds of young people with their phones looking up at this figure in situ". </span></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyaE4Gg6gGYMbQeLf7QlmffgBcRpIXmk_NNnDkOt-xtODBnnwkwBISV2v_qoLl-MfQuHxy19f7GY93T--untjqooR7wvHw33Vs1IQLo-P1cg3A00nLsfApOvneATpR4hypcwi_rETixqUeBuIV5b3bcWJkd6dVEnWVnOnRoOY9o4xjLsqfNko45dW/s712/FAS2022-Rory-Young-Flught-and-Footfall2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="712" height="109" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyaE4Gg6gGYMbQeLf7QlmffgBcRpIXmk_NNnDkOt-xtODBnnwkwBISV2v_qoLl-MfQuHxy19f7GY93T--untjqooR7wvHw33Vs1IQLo-P1cg3A00nLsfApOvneATpR4hypcwi_rETixqUeBuIV5b3bcWJkd6dVEnWVnOnRoOY9o4xjLsqfNko45dW/w286-h109/FAS2022-Rory-Young-Flught-and-Footfall2.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Rory showed three pieces of his work at 'Fresh Air Sculpture Show in 2022'. His<b> '</b></span><span><b>Flight and Footfall'</b> which was a </span><span>paved slab for the floor of the Europa Building, Heathrow, Terminal 1, </span><span>was, as he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">A nod to the inspiring phenomenon of mass air travel"</span></i></b> and </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The inscribed floor slab celebrates aviation history, the memory of the iconic Europa Building at Heathrow and utilization of British geology. These themes are crystallized in a frieze of ‘concrete poetry’ whose letterform and colour are redolent of the heyday of commercial air travel".</span></i></b> In addition, he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">The alliterative text provides cultural significance for this relic"</span></i></b> and </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span>"If it had been installed at that time f</span><span>rom 1955 to 2005, it is estimated 314 Million pairs of feet would have walked across this floor. The wear on the surface is equal to that of an ancient cathedral floor".</span></span></i></b></span></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymmD1wLnBOyAIqJ39PvbJtooSAlnPN5AQ1_fcTvPZ4O0JH_PCQYPuurd5e_kyc6Ud5trlhY0R7u-eV-Qi0U8cEp4q_ar6aQech1oZsR6DqLU6WrgYBdmtNAjibmusS9LmQbivGpp4FVvvmWq9IUd-xs-bDmgSvhvjjkfHqLCBVztYC7a7qbjDH1An/s230/images.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="219" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymmD1wLnBOyAIqJ39PvbJtooSAlnPN5AQ1_fcTvPZ4O0JH_PCQYPuurd5e_kyc6Ud5trlhY0R7u-eV-Qi0U8cEp4q_ar6aQech1oZsR6DqLU6WrgYBdmtNAjibmusS9LmQbivGpp4FVvvmWq9IUd-xs-bDmgSvhvjjkfHqLCBVztYC7a7qbjDH1An/w144-h151/images.jpg" width="144" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQOqFzBvNVOor6ec-tsBaQ5Ooc5GRcHQnftVrghYw3QF5cWeqORtCc_H_LIkfJPiVGcekEVfpqWn-PMXDCyiOTAWu_Cifu0tbj7mUxmgGH_s31AzTa-mjf8efiz0fg3ptGZKH-zO1CW4GnjPQwMtbEGk5XyJS5deqzWo74dsHUww4jfuK9ODXx829/s728/24-57.webp" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="583" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQOqFzBvNVOor6ec-tsBaQ5Ooc5GRcHQnftVrghYw3QF5cWeqORtCc_H_LIkfJPiVGcekEVfpqWn-PMXDCyiOTAWu_Cifu0tbj7mUxmgGH_s31AzTa-mjf8efiz0fg3ptGZKH-zO1CW4GnjPQwMtbEGk5XyJS5deqzWo74dsHUww4jfuK9ODXx829/w147-h183/24-57.webp" width="147" /></a><span>He said his 'Durer’s Magic Square' had <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Numeric figures in grid </span></i></b></span><span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">raised off a background, tooled in imitation of Durer’s diagonal hatching by ‘chisel rocking’. A recreation of the number square featured in ‘Melancolia I’, an engraving by Albrecht Durer". </span></i></b>He referred to </span><span>the magic number square seen behind the despairing angel in the engraving </span><span>one of the most well-known old master prints which intriguingly resisted a definitive interpretation. </span></span><span>He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The square follows the traditional rules of magic squares: each of its rows, columns, and diagonals adds to the same number, 34. The corners and each quadrant sum to 34, In fact you can find eighteen ways to make 34. </span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span>Any number added to its symmetric opposite equals 17. </span><span>The two middle cells of the bottom row give the date of the engraving, 1514, the year Durer’s mother died".</span></span></i></b></div></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7K3bMUihRdCW5bRh17LqwQt__Ob4eFtxzPTuRLwFSeu6FOS1qUAhsTc0gPJkxC54ZTw-Qs1z6PJL-RDEHndbivr_yI-5obj0ioBsaBOuXqELvVvpa4LU01pJC7PUvPDKqX-c8B5UXy5ybh7wt6lVreN3CAbj60AHOzqVHBqQXFilricfundtiirr/s483/FAS2022-Rory-Young-Francis-Drake-Quote-1080x720.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="483" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7K3bMUihRdCW5bRh17LqwQt__Ob4eFtxzPTuRLwFSeu6FOS1qUAhsTc0gPJkxC54ZTw-Qs1z6PJL-RDEHndbivr_yI-5obj0ioBsaBOuXqELvVvpa4LU01pJC7PUvPDKqX-c8B5UXy5ybh7wt6lVreN3CAbj60AHOzqVHBqQXFilricfundtiirr/w186-h148/FAS2022-Rory-Young-Francis-Drake-Quote-1080x720.jpg" width="186" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>He said his 'There Must be a Bygynnyng' : <b><i>"Was a</i></b></span><span><b><i> deeply carved quote from a letter from Sir Francis Drake to Sir Francis Walsingham in 1587 about the importance of completing the job".</i></b></span><span> </span><span>Rory remembered he had heard this powerful message read solemnly at school services at Taunton College, at least once a term. It was adapted as a prayer in the early 20th Century but the original text referred to quashing the Spanish Armada.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYgi-aG8sVoFaxwBNz5yVeS2uTwVzTGSCGX2ZSYQzsFcWMVNtIx5LqEZs3vXbolrbN7yykwxE5DPw1Uoa4tB2mBBsCIE4tO-IGp0nUTGQ9wCY6ALhoCFprisv79t_WoHMfHX0gkcvPmYywwmk8a95AMr796313MuPFqWfgHMgJ9FyeTVoKDhUzNaA/s128/rjhp6n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="128" data-original-width="121" height="74" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYgi-aG8sVoFaxwBNz5yVeS2uTwVzTGSCGX2ZSYQzsFcWMVNtIx5LqEZs3vXbolrbN7yykwxE5DPw1Uoa4tB2mBBsCIE4tO-IGp0nUTGQ9wCY6ALhoCFprisv79t_WoHMfHX0gkcvPmYywwmk8a95AMr796313MuPFqWfgHMgJ9FyeTVoKDhUzNaA/w69-h74/rjhp6n.jpg" width="69" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Artist PJ Crook said :<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"> "As a fellow artist, I was always hugely moved by Rory’s great dedication to his work. </span></i></b></span><span style="color: #351c75;"><b><i>They were imbued with his spirit of sublime beauty and grace many churches, cathedrals and secular buildings, a legacy left to lift and inspire us over the generations".</i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">On the gravestone that Rory designed for himself, he used a quote from Pericles, which in his case isn't true, since he left behind both : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbP5dcxLunWwouMBsvAX3TUpoAMaPZvMgBhWabcOyi_4oNHsh9wX9oMANvpDay_4-mtigdjHdu6Po_qP7NZSlliqz2w0R7MClXI3l1k0Lz4wrlvHygq76YWdgcdvgojnh9Wut14FxwcX2_1eFJTthGWs43-r7Gs4G_lKdI5Kh3LVtX1F83xg6i4RiJ/s214/roryy_noah.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="197" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbP5dcxLunWwouMBsvAX3TUpoAMaPZvMgBhWabcOyi_4oNHsh9wX9oMANvpDay_4-mtigdjHdu6Po_qP7NZSlliqz2w0R7MClXI3l1k0Lz4wrlvHygq76YWdgcdvgojnh9Wut14FxwcX2_1eFJTthGWs43-r7Gs4G_lKdI5Kh3LVtX1F83xg6i4RiJ/s1600/roryy_noah.jpg" width="197" /></a></i></b></span></div><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">‘What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others’</span></i></b></span><p></p></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-37878521266739699862023-02-22T07:51:00.005-08:002023-02-22T08:36:52.963-08:00Britain has finally found the time and the space to erect a statue in memory of its intrepid Prince among Peace Protesters, Brian Haw<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkwKafGvOJNHowgffi7GinD4EbOw_R9SZWvG0Pjbr_y1aIXCPZfGRZUnEziAwOmf3wlUtMKkfP8FFDZyKzc6FH8px5RifGFn6LBngF-xNyLD9DAITdIOlg2-TFVYOT3m-t2Xz3U1OJ5MOe9EdkyK7e-GPp4kUpgUfV7k5zDF8f27ciexCa9YSOHaV/s1240/1994.webp" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="1240" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkwKafGvOJNHowgffi7GinD4EbOw_R9SZWvG0Pjbr_y1aIXCPZfGRZUnEziAwOmf3wlUtMKkfP8FFDZyKzc6FH8px5RifGFn6LBngF-xNyLD9DAITdIOlg2-TFVYOT3m-t2Xz3U1OJ5MOe9EdkyK7e-GPp4kUpgUfV7k5zDF8f27ciexCa9YSOHaV/w168-h101/1994.webp" width="168" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian, who died at the age of 62 in 2011, was a tenacious peace campaigner who, in 2001 took up residence in Parliament Square, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkOEtrWBuO0OdlhpplCojshjlDnYOkKQD3Yzq-DKq0NVaXcHNcocurrO83jKu5VXMoHWd1SFkLmDIDvAf4cqN105uamwOaIFewY9b7dV6eoxiCYQuWZTIe3yS-5UgkbRm62jRa5XxmEPjdx1r_MbivcRSUElms6YQkvn3ygCSw46Ku8VlqAPReoow/s191/download.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="166" data-original-width="191" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkOEtrWBuO0OdlhpplCojshjlDnYOkKQD3Yzq-DKq0NVaXcHNcocurrO83jKu5VXMoHWd1SFkLmDIDvAf4cqN105uamwOaIFewY9b7dV6eoxiCYQuWZTIe3yS-5UgkbRm62jRa5XxmEPjdx1r_MbivcRSUElms6YQkvn3ygCSw46Ku8VlqAPReoow/w155-h135/download.jpg" width="155" /></a>beneath a banner that read : <b>"Stop Killing My Kids"</b> and refused to relinquish his patch for nearly 10 years. He was a symbol of the protest against Prime Minister Tony Blair’s decision to take Britain into war in Afghanistan and Iraq and a 'cause célèbre' for those in Britain who fought for the right of the individual to carry out unlicensed protests in public. Now. twelve years later, Brian's friend, the actor Mark Rylance, has successfully spearheaded a campaign to have a statue, in his honour, created and set up in London.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * *</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_w4gqpxVtwzC3w0SiPZz9-IInVeGW24G90xjtnPVevIMtvouVKwPlylwRTcHUgQfKqm86SHftyaHk1MGtUzVfTp0vF2bNqa__DRqslzo9A67iQ3ly9fBsC4DyczUxk4iCIummrnqBu5SYbZd8MyJ-9VDc_7F39cIdZW6brSSNvWj2FRgZ-F1hWZe/s281/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="281" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_w4gqpxVtwzC3w0SiPZz9-IInVeGW24G90xjtnPVevIMtvouVKwPlylwRTcHUgQfKqm86SHftyaHk1MGtUzVfTp0vF2bNqa__DRqslzo9A67iQ3ly9fBsC4DyczUxk4iCIummrnqBu5SYbZd8MyJ-9VDc_7F39cIdZW6brSSNvWj2FRgZ-F1hWZe/w193-h123/download%20(2).jpg" width="193" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Brian was born with his twin brother, in January1949 and was raised, the eldest of five children in a family which lived for a while in Barking, Essex, and then moved to the harbour town of <b>Whitstable</b> in Kent. Before he was born, his father </span><span>had been a sniper in the Reconnaissance Corps during the Second World War and was among the first to enter the Bergen-Belsen Extermination Camp after its liberation. Back in civilian life he worked in a betting office. At the age of eleven Brian found his Christian faith at the </span>‘Sunshine Corner’ beach mission on Tankerton Slopes, just outside Whitstable. Then<span> in 1962, when he was thirteen, </span><span>he and his family faced the tragic news that his father had gassed himself to death in the kitchen at the back of the local Evangelical church. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LllabGnUpJDE38b5sZM7RX6hrb8EwHQUxfbxRHJCH1G68y4264PWyfvukkcyHLcyt9SjC76CEEKBVjuz4K5JWdaFXp1tWrKqXll7fs1wRRkdf9G4GcHuEeY4xdYxIOYbIsh7-BacWdJ60XSIQPK25QqI2LkdU35a-ov00V8wyUair9gAjb5dZgom/s330/330px-Grove_medium.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="330" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LllabGnUpJDE38b5sZM7RX6hrb8EwHQUxfbxRHJCH1G68y4264PWyfvukkcyHLcyt9SjC76CEEKBVjuz4K5JWdaFXp1tWrKqXll7fs1wRRkdf9G4GcHuEeY4xdYxIOYbIsh7-BacWdJ60XSIQPK25QqI2LkdU35a-ov00V8wyUair9gAjb5dZgom/w188-h125/330px-Grove_medium.jpg" width="188" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Brian left school at the age of sixteen in 1965 and was apprenticed to a boatbuilder, however, he didn't finish serving his apprenticeship and joined the</span> Merchant Navy instead,<span> sending home £4 a week to supplement the family's income. Initially, he worked as a deckhand and, at sea, </span><span>passed through the Suez Canal, climbed the Pyramids and toured the ports of the Middle East and India. He returned from one voyage to do six months at a college of evangelism in Nottingham, almost certainly<b> St. John's,</b> which </span>stated that its mission was : <i style="font-weight: bold;">"To inspire creative Christian learning marked by evangelical conviction, theological excellence and Spirit-filled life, that all who train with us might be equipped for mission in a world of change". </i>It's impact on Brian was reflected in the fact that he now decided to embark on a freelance mission to bring peace to the world.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwq8Qj2aD7mvQkoIs4jYGEwrlMvxtqv7mbSayjVfigFzvLxf6gGbzxwE6AGgWjGFPLMmyQetq1puQ6jTRNohOv-pGA7NSO1O8WseQDUkREcfmku6NYYxs2Cv5JnHLBoZYOO1f7mv8OCm0tetyCgX7uBfWciAqkg1b8GAh334Aoz-FBeiJUuosKTbW/s275/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwq8Qj2aD7mvQkoIs4jYGEwrlMvxtqv7mbSayjVfigFzvLxf6gGbzxwE6AGgWjGFPLMmyQetq1puQ6jTRNohOv-pGA7NSO1O8WseQDUkREcfmku6NYYxs2Cv5JnHLBoZYOO1f7mv8OCm0tetyCgX7uBfWciAqkg1b8GAh334Aoz-FBeiJUuosKTbW/w173-h115/download%20(3).jpg" width="173" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In the first part of his religious calling, he took himself off to Northern Ireland during the Troubles and at Christmas 1970 could be found with his guitar in Belfast, singing carols in the streets round the Shanklin and <b>Falls Road</b>s and handing out white peace balloons in Republican pubs. </span><span>On his return to mainland Britain </span><span>he moved to Essex where he started a removal business and worked part-time as a carpenter. He married Kay, the girl across the road and they later settled on an estate in Redditch, Worcestershire. </span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR17qOc66lRbIcU-a8Uy_aIs6vO21E5-PWPXNz0feQUePkN4n218E5OwxtasHIFqaB2qy7ZJc-9oSofQYE__63YI2zjQZKd-pT6-F3wjvLwNDpqSu8Xm0UDAhuGhW9VLjjHuk2KZSGkzw6gO1H7cgSIfXOtwJ-ypeskSDR0FvXMn_av7E1j6su4RG1/s1200/killing-fields-7-0.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR17qOc66lRbIcU-a8Uy_aIs6vO21E5-PWPXNz0feQUePkN4n218E5OwxtasHIFqaB2qy7ZJc-9oSofQYE__63YI2zjQZKd-pT6-F3wjvLwNDpqSu8Xm0UDAhuGhW9VLjjHuk2KZSGkzw6gO1H7cgSIfXOtwJ-ypeskSDR0FvXMn_av7E1j6su4RG1/w164-h123/killing-fields-7-0.webp" width="164" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The appearance of family children and <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC_xze1mbTSwBiRQaAtdSYYma-6ms9KsYYEOSi47zjO3qQGUXVozxm60Yimsaw9-XvOAwVK4Kl43V1sVZcVw9Jxce-viDmAnGg67tq8SEvW-FIazteUsFNbVh7p9OkkdeYbVchC59pDgEkuqdDSnIHl_AKzq_DIfpB01hU665PGvEXe3aLxKIab_u/s380/2023-02-22.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="380" height="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC_xze1mbTSwBiRQaAtdSYYma-6ms9KsYYEOSi47zjO3qQGUXVozxm60Yimsaw9-XvOAwVK4Kl43V1sVZcVw9Jxce-viDmAnGg67tq8SEvW-FIazteUsFNbVh7p9OkkdeYbVchC59pDgEkuqdDSnIHl_AKzq_DIfpB01hU665PGvEXe3aLxKIab_u/w138-h114/2023-02-22.png" width="138" /></a></span><span>family commitments did not dampen Brian's missionary zeal and at the age of</span> forty in 1989, after being powerfully affected by the BBC films of reporter <b>John Pilger,</b> he set off for the <b>killing fields of Cambodia</b>.(<a href="https://vimeo.com/17634265#t=45m27s">link) </a>He stayed there for three months, but when he returned he found that people did not want to hear about it and recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“My church gave me 10 minutes in a midweek prayer meeting to talk about genocide”.</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian now decided to refocus his crusade closer to home and in the 1990s continued his missionary work by taking disadvantaged local youngsters on family jaunts in his minivan. Local anti-social behaviour against him surfaced in the shape of bricks through his window and fireworks through the letterbox and when he sent a dossier on his problem neighbours to the Crown Prosecution Service, his minivan was smashed up beyond repair. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgjCaqaD6vksR77ugOx_9nC8CPQ1Vgxu5EVh-50dal6UGeog9AOJIn9WO2xjPRBAHkByj-93BAUHCNKn8OJOQDNIImTi-6TQb0PVeKK_J2W5Ei0C-GYLNOkDTz5lRifUpM2i-6hHbJlpBt9o15on59Qed3xlH-NAC6WKjnkvujnuCukqwtnnaob99/s300/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="76" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgjCaqaD6vksR77ugOx_9nC8CPQ1Vgxu5EVh-50dal6UGeog9AOJIn9WO2xjPRBAHkByj-93BAUHCNKn8OJOQDNIImTi-6TQb0PVeKK_J2W5Ei0C-GYLNOkDTz5lRifUpM2i-6hHbJlpBt9o15on59Qed3xlH-NAC6WKjnkvujnuCukqwtnnaob99/w135-h76/download%20(4).jpg" width="135" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1998 he was inspired to start campaigning after being attracted by the aims of the 'Mariam Appeal', founded by the politician <b>George Galloway,</b> then a Member of Parliament and <b>Princess Sarvath</b>, wife of then Crown Prince Hassan of Jordan, who was patron of the Appeal. It aimed : <i>"To provide medicines, medical equipment and medical assistance to the people of Iraq; to highlight the causes and results of the cancer epidemic in Iraq and to arrange for the medical treatment of a number of Iraqi children outside Iraq".</i> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_T6bOfayjccsH4iYU1-fNiCCvUd_SGzarY3VCqXeKoKeqiBAhtpJLADgkdPilTl5yZ7WUz6V1oggigyP27HQmTWCF4AlY5VfEDDpWo2n7BkpnaWX_mF3Wwc2NyRe3JR08WSviolDmlSg8XANk4XS9ntaHpV7mAY0f0Ia-AYzn7HF_8haYguQZV9E/s260/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="260" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_T6bOfayjccsH4iYU1-fNiCCvUd_SGzarY3VCqXeKoKeqiBAhtpJLADgkdPilTl5yZ7WUz6V1oggigyP27HQmTWCF4AlY5VfEDDpWo2n7BkpnaWX_mF3Wwc2NyRe3JR08WSviolDmlSg8XANk4XS9ntaHpV7mAY0f0Ia-AYzn7HF_8haYguQZV9E/w134-h99/download%20(5).jpg" width="134" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">The campaign made clear, that shortages were due to the sanctions and in particular the British sanctions, imposed on Saddam Hussein’s regime. As a result, in the summer of 2001, Brian began his protest in Parliament Square, sleeping in a tent and surviving on food brought by supporters. </span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuG6QCkCuVoO5jmMQhUmVnUlcjiBr0JJGWT_DXQ7MnUIrOqyrfmy4niKiIKC-WUYaJAhKUG6oOkzshgPIiCGpoLInWrl2eWlDk0B871lbLcW0E2ivz_7J9L9KujYp2aqOyIR51LjVohOZoLUAmRKcdDzmz210QQqXvJnIMhLTAK5_opctBsc6Ef0L/s248/2023-02-22%20(1).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="248" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuG6QCkCuVoO5jmMQhUmVnUlcjiBr0JJGWT_DXQ7MnUIrOqyrfmy4niKiIKC-WUYaJAhKUG6oOkzshgPIiCGpoLInWrl2eWlDk0B871lbLcW0E2ivz_7J9L9KujYp2aqOyIR51LjVohOZoLUAmRKcdDzmz210QQqXvJnIMhLTAK5_opctBsc6Ef0L/w136-h135/2023-02-22%20(1).png" width="136" /></a></div>Brian said at the time :<span style="color: #990000;"><i>“<b>I want to go back to my own kids and look them in the face again, knowing that I’ve done all I can to try and save the children of Iraq and other countries who are dying because of my government’s unjust, amoral, fear and money-driven policies”. </b></i></span>In reality, his wife Kay, was left bringing up their seven children back in Redditch without him, as a consequence the marriage broke and when he was fifty-four in 2003, they were divorced. (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3PaJcjsokQ&t=12m05s">link)</a> Brian's love for his children clearly remained undiminished. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3PaJcjsokQ&t=6m18s">(link)</a></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When he took up residency on the pavement opposite the Houses of Parliament, he fell under the jurisdiction of Westminster City Council and in 2002 it applied to the High Court for an injunction to remove him, claiming that he was obstructing the pavement. The Court ruled against the Council, on the grounds that Brian’s obstruction of the pavement was "Not unreasonable". </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3PaJcjsokQ&t=2s">(link)</a></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGPnX6Kt7-LEnCG1ufVa8WnZpVNMRvE4njLfFf93oA3N6FPL2GXsOUoBRuMtI6biiEW3yWD837Z3rsYzgLWiw6IEe7tEvg0dRTUHY50MwPECyWaIfbntoPtMcA0AyOfkUcZzFzK0ZAJc7QbASO6rtaIW0zOLixN9yB-VSryUqx7QdAhJ4vagm2ytT/s218/Iraq_demo_in_london.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="144" data-original-width="218" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGPnX6Kt7-LEnCG1ufVa8WnZpVNMRvE4njLfFf93oA3N6FPL2GXsOUoBRuMtI6biiEW3yWD837Z3rsYzgLWiw6IEe7tEvg0dRTUHY50MwPECyWaIfbntoPtMcA0AyOfkUcZzFzK0ZAJc7QbASO6rtaIW0zOLixN9yB-VSryUqx7QdAhJ4vagm2ytT/s1600/Iraq_demo_in_london.jpg" width="218" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian's days of praying and fasting turned into months of protest as he outlasted others who had brought their temporary grievances to the pavement opposite the Houses of Parliament. Soon, he was no longer protesting about sanctions, but against the build-up to the war in Iraq, then the War itself and the occupation that followed. He<span> stuck it out through wind, hail, sleet, baking sun and torrential rain, haranguing the passers by through a megaphone while fielding the verbal bouquets and brickbats of passers-by.(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3PaJcjsokQ&t=10m36s">link)</a></span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>His rickety 40-metre-long wall was filled with banners, placards, knocked-together information boards, handmade signs, peace flags, photographs and his slogans : “Murderer Bush”, “You Lie Kids Die BLIAR”, “Christ Is Risen Indeed!”.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3PaJcjsokQ&t=2m55s">(link)</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3PaJcjsokQ&t=15m13s">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ddH4lnaOcf2NfSadVic_FP13ZzvPQMQ5eCFOysgXvYYdR8gzhkm3ep8RqVhBg7gk6hNMuGPDItVzayUeMefYsa1EXJEZJLfTy6Qv9RuG4ALpGhvx_Cp9hXN6a-P88AtrRYIphxPDnWfK4_ks7AKV9Ss236ot4huuzq9fiesRj2Ozoi7bEK15lLFt/s220/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="132" data-original-width="220" height="88" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ddH4lnaOcf2NfSadVic_FP13ZzvPQMQ5eCFOysgXvYYdR8gzhkm3ep8RqVhBg7gk6hNMuGPDItVzayUeMefYsa1EXJEZJLfTy6Qv9RuG4ALpGhvx_Cp9hXN6a-P88AtrRYIphxPDnWfK4_ks7AKV9Ss236ot4huuzq9fiesRj2Ozoi7bEK15lLFt/w147-h88/images%20(1).jpg" width="147" /></a></span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycF3-asfYGnNxk0brTdFfpvss2j23r2poPgEf9Vwuw8uAzUnOe9-sIpDK0jynpvwRGoifaBK8GUZN2MFZC9nxFoFxt4fKjxgRd4y348TAJQcj5iIeHIO6NbvUiukZyQSwb2aVCFVnQUjyhK2iYbC_RVdD_kjmuQAyq229lWjTUWhAYvXhT24XIUNz/s220/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="220" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycF3-asfYGnNxk0brTdFfpvss2j23r2poPgEf9Vwuw8uAzUnOe9-sIpDK0jynpvwRGoifaBK8GUZN2MFZC9nxFoFxt4fKjxgRd4y348TAJQcj5iIeHIO6NbvUiukZyQSwb2aVCFVnQUjyhK2iYbC_RVdD_kjmuQAyq229lWjTUWhAYvXhT24XIUNz/w117-h117/download%20(6).jpg" width="117" /></a>Brian was now championed by two of the best-known opponents of the wars in Iraq and later Afghanistan, the political activist <b>Tony Benn </b>and the comedian and activist <b>Mark Thomas.</b> Brian himself vented some anger on those who had thought a single march in 2003, would force the Government to stop its involvement in Iraq. In his view, if 100,000 people had arrived and refused to move for a week, war would have been averted and he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It wasn't so hard Just to come and sit in front of this place and protest".</span></i></b></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPMGAvJqyvpciIXjkQjeb4iNgCU4DrNFICwv3aTeNFqB1oa028QQW547-nHTeyG4-AP15vzXfzl931RNL_VyaARV5DRCkcNnK1plAJBhe51NYwRP1TEsrcP1WhdtYA1T6Q8ndt8Pc3RXTcIkvdUHmjVy20E1o5Fm_NAukc6B4ryro0BlAlEz4LBf7/s122/download.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="121" data-original-width="122" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPMGAvJqyvpciIXjkQjeb4iNgCU4DrNFICwv3aTeNFqB1oa028QQW547-nHTeyG4-AP15vzXfzl931RNL_VyaARV5DRCkcNnK1plAJBhe51NYwRP1TEsrcP1WhdtYA1T6Q8ndt8Pc3RXTcIkvdUHmjVy20E1o5Fm_NAukc6B4ryro0BlAlEz4LBf7/w162-h161/download.png" width="162" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Brian's continuous use of a megaphone to get his message across led to objections by MPs. </span><span>Prime Minister Tony Blair had cited Brian as a symbol of Britain’s love of free speech but by 2005, he too was desperate to get rid of him. </span>Brian's greatest legal challenge came in that year, when the 'Serious Organised Crime and Police Act' was passed by the Blair Government banning any public protest within one kilometre of Parliament Square. Particularly troubling for Brian was Section 132, which would allow police to remove any permanent protesters in the Square. <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Serious organised crime?" </span></i></b>Brian asked. <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Do they really think I'm the Godfather?". </span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span><span style="font-size: medium;">In the 2005 General Election, Brian stood as a candidate in the Cities of London and Westminster to oppose the Act which was yet to come in to force. He received 298 votes. Subsequently, he won an application for judicial review of the Act on the grounds that it required all protests to have authorisation from the police : <b><i>“When the demonstration starts”,</i></b> a provision which would not apply in his case, as his demonstration had begun before the passage of the Act.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvySVtQcMC-apx08k3Mua_VFdSAPalH-762wsMM8hRH4E_ldk3e47McvsAl5ZXAkX27hhC9B80pxSJLKZpzBYwmch4aUJa0DTMzBRqmkXX2ARTWtBKrYdJgVXoYVTp1MP-hzqI7S3fIk08Wfb7-HkgvJ_h-Rt3nqB8kE98WC3M_VMf0F6MX-Qg138/s290/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="290" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvySVtQcMC-apx08k3Mua_VFdSAPalH-762wsMM8hRH4E_ldk3e47McvsAl5ZXAkX27hhC9B80pxSJLKZpzBYwmch4aUJa0DTMzBRqmkXX2ARTWtBKrYdJgVXoYVTp1MP-hzqI7S3fIk08Wfb7-HkgvJ_h-Rt3nqB8kE98WC3M_VMf0F6MX-Qg138/w191-h115/download%20(7).jpg" width="191" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Government successfully appealed against the judgment in May 2006 and Brian was given permission to remain under strict conditions governing size of his banners and the use his megaphone. However, his failure to comply led to confrontations with the police and later that month 78 police officers arrived and removed all but one of the banners. Other protesters pitched tents on the site to show solidarity with him and attempts to limit his protest led, ironically, to its growth. He acquired the status of a folk hero, symbol of protest and thorn in the side of an unpopular government. In 2006 he was voted 'The Most Inspiring Political Figure' at the Channel 4 'Political Awards'.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinl_3iZDrR_8T0ZIbR1W_IWvNHLZogYbvPxmNsRGj9eyPzRVe8n0BevGIb9FVv0MYkEA7JMAo9fLF-nKWP6LuInaqSRIu_8aLWQi8piHrXmhKlymhvwJuKP8YgTZ6hy79o1X1wLytP0xmE1ZAcU4d7_42c6ffrswm4GJb1GCnkcr-zlj0owSbVehtW/s191/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="191" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinl_3iZDrR_8T0ZIbR1W_IWvNHLZogYbvPxmNsRGj9eyPzRVe8n0BevGIb9FVv0MYkEA7JMAo9fLF-nKWP6LuInaqSRIu_8aLWQi8piHrXmhKlymhvwJuKP8YgTZ6hy79o1X1wLytP0xmE1ZAcU4d7_42c6ffrswm4GJb1GCnkcr-zlj0owSbVehtW/w142-h118/download%20(9).jpg" width="142" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In January 2007 the artist Mark Wallinger recreated the protest banners confiscated by police in their entirety as an exhibition entitled 'State Britain' at the Tate Gallery. It attracted wide publicity and won Wallinger that year’s Turner Prize. The judges declared the work to be : <i><b><span style="color: #741b47;">“Visceral and historically important”</span></b></i> and combining :<i> <b><span style="color: #741b47;">“A bold political statement with art’s ability to articulate fundamental human truths”.</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span></b></i></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi145aGe8MD53V6x9HNuFU2YUsYLWsIBOy2tTao-w6eBB5gZhW5RlSgMok9WvU-B3XOVawb_ExQc49Z9d9JQMkbhwW5RTIkpyBJ4HCj1ROuRAWEGDw8qUSMo4IZde1XAx076fHwVD-D5NttNihK7Rt0nlvduAReJ6RgWZaoCCQtEnTiknf3GzfUQHKA/s297/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="297" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi145aGe8MD53V6x9HNuFU2YUsYLWsIBOy2tTao-w6eBB5gZhW5RlSgMok9WvU-B3XOVawb_ExQc49Z9d9JQMkbhwW5RTIkpyBJ4HCj1ROuRAWEGDw8qUSMo4IZde1XAx076fHwVD-D5NttNihK7Rt0nlvduAReJ6RgWZaoCCQtEnTiknf3GzfUQHKA/w291-h167/download%20(8).jpg" width="291" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">The installation consisted of a meticulous reconstruction of over 600 weather-beaten banners, photographs, peace flags and messages from well-wishers that had been amassed by Brian over five years from 2001 to 2006. Faithful in every detail, each section of his peace camp from the makeshift tarpaulin shelter and tea-making area to the profusion of hand-painted placards and teddy bears wearing peace-slogan t-shirts had been painstakingly replicated. On display, 'State Britain' was configured as one long line forty-three metres in length, which accurately copied the way Brian's protest camp was displayed along the pavement opposite the Houses of Parliament.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Brian now <span>became an internationally recognised figure and appeared on CNN in both English and Spanish versions and for a while had his own daily 45-minute slot on Mexican radio. In Britain, City of London tour guides included him in their itineraries and he featured in documentaries and docudramas about Britain’s involvement in the Iraq war.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kv-f0NZEQtyEueOKNjyvML9ZrwIAs74a6h5f9HOWD-ETNK8x2C-LZxJJ-rOSFfc95zgjqMUfVJ3wxWQNgXlSZDWoOvbHDoLXo3qra2X4Ys1iYYxxI13KBcx0NFGGUa1QOS026zBjqrH2CSJpm2c69jczD_MGjRAKutl_KXXxE5-nd7Rf-YV2TOcj/s1095/12_brian_haw_rkw1979-_credit_richard_keith_wolff.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1095" data-original-width="730" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kv-f0NZEQtyEueOKNjyvML9ZrwIAs74a6h5f9HOWD-ETNK8x2C-LZxJJ-rOSFfc95zgjqMUfVJ3wxWQNgXlSZDWoOvbHDoLXo3qra2X4Ys1iYYxxI13KBcx0NFGGUa1QOS026zBjqrH2CSJpm2c69jczD_MGjRAKutl_KXXxE5-nd7Rf-YV2TOcj/w169-h255/12_brian_haw_rkw1979-_credit_richard_keith_wolff.jpg" width="169" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">As the years passed, his popularity waned, but he kept doggedly on, sustained by food and cigarettes given to him by his supporters who saw him as another in the line of tenacious Christian protesters bearing witness. He was uncomfortable speaking about the practical nature of his life on the pavement and questions about survival, sleeping habits, showers, the fumes and police presence were often ignored or deflected. His skin became leathery and his nose was broken twice. True to the last, when he finally left the pavement in March 2011, where, propped up on crutches, he was still warning onlookers and passers-by of the effects of the conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq. Stoical to the end, he was never without his trademark cap covered with anti-war and "Keep My Muslim Neighbours Safe" badges, with his megaphone by his side. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">At the time of his death in 2011, Westminster Council was preparing a court order to remove the protest from the Square altogether. Brian's family and supporters said that police harassment and physical abuse from passers-by had affected him psychologically and, weakened by constant exposure to the elements, his health began to suffer and he died a year after his diagnosis with lung cancer. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg4Vu_LaVM2zf8BaQ-vmNhvAw2JevnvoJ06T01GrTTpsBm-NvnS2IkX3m2pRoMFF1DnP8oW9xAgiYbVmzmmgI2p1Yfl_DUBzCmZ8j6_MgdfMmyLPwIsgPEAmeublFsy0T6SgTg2OCUvlMieSvYOe_IQGoXiVxrrbfYRCYuAnvf0LflZdjbF-kJAzV/s976/_128581598_brianstatuecompreverse.jpg.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="976" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg4Vu_LaVM2zf8BaQ-vmNhvAw2JevnvoJ06T01GrTTpsBm-NvnS2IkX3m2pRoMFF1DnP8oW9xAgiYbVmzmmgI2p1Yfl_DUBzCmZ8j6_MgdfMmyLPwIsgPEAmeublFsy0T6SgTg2OCUvlMieSvYOe_IQGoXiVxrrbfYRCYuAnvf0LflZdjbF-kJAzV/w211-h125/_128581598_brianstatuecompreverse.jpg.webp" width="211" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">After his death the creation of a permanent memorial to his life and protest was organised by friends, supporters and patrons in the shape the actors Vanessa Redgrave and Sir Ian McKellen, the politician Tony Benn, the film director Ken Loach and the CND veteran Bruce Kent. As a result a maquette, showing Brian leaning on two sticks was made by sculptor Amanda Ward, who was a friend. Fund raising was started for the estimated £60,000 cost of a full size statue and campaigners hoped eventually to win planning permission for the statue to stand near Winston Churchill in Parliament Square, but accepted that it might be difficult to get Westminster Council to give permission given the fact that it had spent years trying to get rid of him. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffwB1XkxJC9Erxmnd9g_fCwvwIn8H1jq-lrjd14xz_hCV9e0gWCaWdDaRXU5Xyg4xbiKrHeqJNQ3RkTzeARi_2UOQR8OELcBOLKYsZkZdbOi-T-8yr_R-xhtGKp354RxgwL2VhLAFu1bc1vKSPp2SruIaddKb4U-KVTq1u2ZmqyxuNVzos411sxWG/s300/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffwB1XkxJC9Erxmnd9g_fCwvwIn8H1jq-lrjd14xz_hCV9e0gWCaWdDaRXU5Xyg4xbiKrHeqJNQ3RkTzeARi_2UOQR8OELcBOLKYsZkZdbOi-T-8yr_R-xhtGKp354RxgwL2VhLAFu1bc1vKSPp2SruIaddKb4U-KVTq1u2ZmqyxuNVzos411sxWG/w252-h141/download%20(10).jpg" width="252" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">The original plan to erect the statue in dedication to Brian bore no fruit, Now, however, <b>Mark Rylance,</b> Oscar-winning actor who was a friend of the Brian has revived the plan to get the statue erected in his memory and said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"He was a committed voice in Westminster for longer than most of our prime ministers. So on that basis alone he deserves a statue".</span></i></b> When he was alive, Brian had made a big impact on Mark,to the extent he said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"I feel like I got my conscience awakened by him". </span></i></b>Mark often called in on Brian on his way back from the West End stage and said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"I live in South London so my way home was through Parliament Square, and I would see him out of the window of the bus. Or if I was riding my bike, I'd stop and have a chat with him in the night and take him a sandwich or give him some change or whatever. It was always an interesting thing to stand there with him in the light of Big Ben".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwtC5sWIQI3atlKL_LeGxB_88OF4HO1f3TG181LuYugEOtohQqJROsZKg7Ls2j7Seupc-iuZk6jo39oy-lee99kj6xVkKBfxnrfL5xh2S0xfrc27Zl52Mu0EKny8nzaMZDDjh2xtJUfUJZJJiQzBKVCCl8aGKqbjll7yICO7TtWzaFwdG5nUPNptM/s868/903.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="600" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwtC5sWIQI3atlKL_LeGxB_88OF4HO1f3TG181LuYugEOtohQqJROsZKg7Ls2j7Seupc-iuZk6jo39oy-lee99kj6xVkKBfxnrfL5xh2S0xfrc27Zl52Mu0EKny8nzaMZDDjh2xtJUfUJZJJiQzBKVCCl8aGKqbjll7yICO7TtWzaFwdG5nUPNptM/w134-h194/903.webp" width="134" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>On the basis of the the 72cm-tall likeness of Brian on crutches crafted in the last year of his life by Amanda Ward, the full size statue of this Prince of Peace Protesters now stands outside the School of Historical Dress in Lambeth, poignantly facing the guns outside the Imperial War Museum, opposite. Mark said :<b><i><span style="color: #351c75;"> "School kids and groups who go to visit the Imperial War Museum, if they bother to look across the street, they'll see Brian standing there. We'll have 'Stop Killing The Kids' written there and a link to a website".</span></i></b> Of Brian, Mark said :<span style="color: #351c75;"><b style="font-style: italic;"> "It's really important that we honour and remember this remarkable man who stood in our streets for 10 years, because he because he felt that it was wrong to kill kids".</b><i> </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Dzs5l13D20&t=3s">(link)</a> </span></span><a href="https://twitter.com/BBCr4today/status/1625777153546543107">(link)</a></span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In 2002, when asked about the mice that appeared in Parliament Square around dusk Brian, pointing his finger towards the Houses of Parliament and replied :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i>"I don't mind them, It's the rats over there on the other side we have to look out for"</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">He once recalled :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">“On June 2 2001, the police came along and said : </span>"How long you going to be here, Brian?"<span style="color: #990000;"> I said: "As long as it takes”</span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij18ZHEN9XvEVEAwUsqKh6JbZR7e1hiLUCmQGwzToElnAVeUhizAGBspzgXXNQM6aR8SeRr48h8zN4MC0spIyo8K7G7yWXExBn8b0Riq4gFhwa9V3Zm4XabZejdBtMpbrnVG-V4xfF5q8tMU5LudbWDWiiNbwhUiwSGabR2rPrGUgHVgvYK61JiaUw/s284/download%20(11).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="284" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij18ZHEN9XvEVEAwUsqKh6JbZR7e1hiLUCmQGwzToElnAVeUhizAGBspzgXXNQM6aR8SeRr48h8zN4MC0spIyo8K7G7yWXExBn8b0Riq4gFhwa9V3Zm4XabZejdBtMpbrnVG-V4xfF5q8tMU5LudbWDWiiNbwhUiwSGabR2rPrGUgHVgvYK61JiaUw/s1600/download%20(11).jpg" width="284" /></a></span></i></b></div><p></p><span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WXZfEzQ7eM&t=88s">(link)</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-41750961724363739852023-02-08T07:36:00.069-08:002024-02-18T10:25:40.720-08:00Britain says "Farewell" to Kit Hesketh-Harvey, its Master where Words meet Music and joyous Renaissance Man<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></p><span><span><span style="color: black;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3U0UUrlekmq3IxTmSYxRuvTs5E5Bti8uYHXTyKbGqdsx4RbPBjvdLS7PG_7rJnzYXqljb5S-MR_sVC3IX0Sb2EhvzLgk2nLm7USrOicGcXuT3KJ3rKBxTeDNk0zuffwL00aK6iDly28i59wQqxvivgsmb9BH9aJAExmqH_FTQCDwksAfhXOzgMauD/s270/IMG_20230233_224407473.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="270" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3U0UUrlekmq3IxTmSYxRuvTs5E5Bti8uYHXTyKbGqdsx4RbPBjvdLS7PG_7rJnzYXqljb5S-MR_sVC3IX0Sb2EhvzLgk2nLm7USrOicGcXuT3KJ3rKBxTeDNk0zuffwL00aK6iDly28i59wQqxvivgsmb9BH9aJAExmqH_FTQCDwksAfhXOzgMauD/w146-h139/IMG_20230233_224407473.jpg" width="146" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Page views : 530</span></span></span></span><div><span><span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Kit, who has died at the age of sixty-five and whose polymathic skills earned him the title of 'Renaissance Man', said </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">in 2020 : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I had a very thorough musical grounding as a pupil in the ways that words enhance music and vice versa. Virtually everything that I've done has been in that nexus. I can't call myself a lyricist really. Librettist ? Possibly. </span></i></b>(He wrote </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>the libretto for Anthony </span><span><span><span><span>Bolton’s opera, 'The Life and Death of Alexander Litvinenko' for Grange Park Opera the following year). </span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span>I'm certainly not an actor. I can't do acting without music". "On my passport it would say:</span> </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">'Writer. Performer'<span>,</span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <span>but I would say, if I think I have a niche, it is where words and music meet". </span></span><span>Kit </span><span>summed up his breadth of </span></span></span><span>achievement in his forty year career, which earned him the epithet 'Renaissance Man', </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">in his first YouTube broadcast last year <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8swKwDIrn4">(link)</a></span><div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * * </span></p><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1975 gained a place at Clare College, Cambridge to study Music and English as an undergraduate. He then deferred his entry and said he : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Spent a gap year touring the Middle East, working on a kibbutz and riding in North Africa, as well as teaching English and music. That's when I learned to appreciate Islamic culture, which has, of late, been so sadly misrepresented"</span></i></b>. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEganDZDBhgfBTdihIjTq_Kqr080ZjGP8NBs-4UkDNKQtgQo6KuE_UZcJ-FSfGpMeOqkPq_LLwlXzipijE-aAIw9YEcQfc4Ge_LZFZA0klb6Q2nsyjS27KaSA8ldyt0kcmj9iFyaBPJIOh1tbZhzEn8XclVPKyC7WE8DOaGFQvPGUGwYBz18uDfsiTtc/s472/img.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="472" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEganDZDBhgfBTdihIjTq_Kqr080ZjGP8NBs-4UkDNKQtgQo6KuE_UZcJ-FSfGpMeOqkPq_LLwlXzipijE-aAIw9YEcQfc4Ge_LZFZA0klb6Q2nsyjS27KaSA8ldyt0kcmj9iFyaBPJIOh1tbZhzEn8XclVPKyC7WE8DOaGFQvPGUGwYBz18uDfsiTtc/w148-h122/img.jpg" width="148" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAnQtOFK_WLnSqpGCZATfbcleTVfFnZbZJiMWLxdOrseLg-3A_kUVDEI-UpyRA8rkqCZK18mHVB3h8assFpt00YJWWoxbGlk2D2t8cQCD9VhheHw94jiRIQ8G7786EVh4nt28ZafuGDb7AfQWNAmrL5RXCT-7P5IWSoCA3wOm6soTzdPEWsz4ocMi/s620/john-rutter-young-1386326781-view-0.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="620" height="81" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAnQtOFK_WLnSqpGCZATfbcleTVfFnZbZJiMWLxdOrseLg-3A_kUVDEI-UpyRA8rkqCZK18mHVB3h8assFpt00YJWWoxbGlk2D2t8cQCD9VhheHw94jiRIQ8G7786EVh4nt28ZafuGDb7AfQWNAmrL5RXCT-7P5IWSoCA3wOm6soTzdPEWsz4ocMi/w110-h81/john-rutter-young-1386326781-view-0.jpg" width="110" /></a>When he returned and joined the University he said he : </span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"Sang under the guidance of the great</i><i style="font-weight: bold;"> John Rutter</i><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">", </i><span>but also : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Spent far too much time in the 'Footlights' or undergraduate theatres, with many now well-known and distinguished actors there at that time, including </span><span>Stephen Fry, High Laurie,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> Emma Thomson and Gryff Rhys Jones". “We seemed to spend most of our time in frocks, having the most fantastic time”.</span></i></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div>K<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWv2DS3ta_0LEaC3-qbt0IB0mF3sN5Plv1AovEf64f-zO7GK1DrQ0nCfRAy8cnvej0EkznRCtltzj_0-mpGCaCl3R57Px3D-Tj9N-SLQhLjmGG5mqm_r6XLlKXF1PZYhOQ7Olx808kGA1gzsuxiPCoAxB7UvN7N4lhgL44XwZwFqB8KuVq4I-4ZiC/s388/Raymond_Revuebar_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1285523.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="388" data-original-width="300" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWv2DS3ta_0LEaC3-qbt0IB0mF3sN5Plv1AovEf64f-zO7GK1DrQ0nCfRAy8cnvej0EkznRCtltzj_0-mpGCaCl3R57Px3D-Tj9N-SLQhLjmGG5mqm_r6XLlKXF1PZYhOQ7Olx808kGA1gzsuxiPCoAxB7UvN7N4lhgL44XwZwFqB8KuVq4I-4ZiC/w186-h240/Raymond_Revuebar_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1285523.jpg" width="186" /></a></span><span>it graduated from Cambridge in 1979 and then worked for five years as a Staff Producer in th</span><span>e BBC Music and Arts Department. He said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "The playwright Ronald Harwood, a genial </span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">man, was my first boss. Later, it was Alan Yentob. It paid badly, so I began singing in the growing cabaret scene in London's Soho"</span></i></b>. This was in the Raymond Revuebar where, in addition to singing, he was the compere. </span><span>He later reflected : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "I know my voice, since I was a chorister, sounds incredibly prissy". </span><span>He said he was :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxl8cWQweX_1mDRRsjHzULZqGmawuEifag-wDShlKRuzDH3iBFELB6fKE21frHUnQkurg4ZsF4_sRWxT6dfWMdf_Vl8ZNJK0s0bwGLp0Aso4e4yD8cePq1y5McfmovOo_dIZVRGAyVn2bbN4bSVY7CZ9CA3DMhuUpWN0IfeBQM1qGF2aPgzEfVOZt/s228/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="228" data-original-width="135" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxl8cWQweX_1mDRRsjHzULZqGmawuEifag-wDShlKRuzDH3iBFELB6fKE21frHUnQkurg4ZsF4_sRWxT6dfWMdf_Vl8ZNJK0s0bwGLp0Aso4e4yD8cePq1y5McfmovOo_dIZVRGAyVn2bbN4bSVY7CZ9CA3DMhuUpWN0IfeBQM1qGF2aPgzEfVOZt/w98-h167/download%20(5).jpg" width="98" /></a> "Attracted to bawdiness. In fact that's why I've always been wooed by the coarse side of showbusiness. I was the compere because of my beautiful beautiful accent; there were strippers; there was a girl who could hang coat hangers from her nipples; an Irish muscle boy on steroids; drag queens;</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Ruby Venzuela</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">. They were wonderful times when solo really was 'Soho'. God knows what was going on in the dressing rooms most of them were on the game. I loved it. Really loved it and if you stumbled out onto the street at the end of the show, it was vomit and scent and I loved it. Really loved it". </span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eji92meS74&t=13m55s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-gb6B7nnW9TxVMCy0lPhxWaKuHzydA0cEIaURxXlZopr2OAsk_PLCIV5lkRsUljmy3U12RM4AeGPUVs_dTI2P7BqvO0Afi9Zq44jwSx_VeC_HHaYRv716iDtk4TbyKXUxCo_A_jGB5I80W4T9Erh7Eqz2zbz-9aRKZIOj1oLc-zc45hnSTsyqA3t/s146/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="146" data-original-width="134" height="78" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-gb6B7nnW9TxVMCy0lPhxWaKuHzydA0cEIaURxXlZopr2OAsk_PLCIV5lkRsUljmy3U12RM4AeGPUVs_dTI2P7BqvO0Afi9Zq44jwSx_VeC_HHaYRv716iDtk4TbyKXUxCo_A_jGB5I80W4T9Erh7Eqz2zbz-9aRKZIOj1oLc-zc45hnSTsyqA3t/w72-h78/download%20(7).jpg" width="72" /></a></div></div><div><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="154" data-original-width="135" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK555BVBa1D0X7X8uGEB9zK3L5DhvtNklVJnq3KPDu-7A6RWdAB5gcxdQeE6TvQnVj50O7Sus9-nOsE6tFEUANjYMDYxopgEuB4SK7GHmgPkz5Fx_KkOFIp9xEBC8AAIw78sCGoFyBOk8KadLfv9RaAYXql3fQNXfSB84Ry4x2eMvHk4yMpVWKNXjs/w126-h144/download%20(6).jpg" width="126" /></span><span>In a sense, his apprenticeship with Soho audiences was was to form the third formative influence on his life and he carried his skill with an audience to the urbane and more talkative half of the cabaret-style duo with <b>Richard Sisson,</b> </span><span><b>'Kit and the Widow'.</b> </span>It was here that <span style="font-size: medium;">he </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>combined the confidence of an aristocrat with the flamboyance of an entertainer. </span><span>Their act was in the manner of Tom Lehrer or Flanders and Swann, with them performing in white tie and tails, while delivering parodies, lyrics and sketches and t</span></span><span>hey were</span><span> three times nominated for an Olivier Award </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UFuyErxm8w&t=0m50s">(link)</a></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm33z3m2EXrBVts5SfRZX6NBKBKODnDehpN-gt_frPOMUoBBKVt0qG8tKARCjeisL2OF_1v8mYaA9Mw1fmGjsrS6oRUErEXCFRw5EkgJjYVk2D2zRhTl6A2Pw6A4NwGH_osF2N29kK22sy4XTXLfqfXeqKKr8NTMZ-2V2syvA1xSF_IyJDIsMk-0LA/s146/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm33z3m2EXrBVts5SfRZX6NBKBKODnDehpN-gt_frPOMUoBBKVt0qG8tKARCjeisL2OF_1v8mYaA9Mw1fmGjsrS6oRUErEXCFRw5EkgJjYVk2D2zRhTl6A2Pw6A4NwGH_osF2N29kK22sy4XTXLfqfXeqKKr8NTMZ-2V2syvA1xSF_IyJDIsMk-0LA/s146/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">He had met Richard, 'The Widow', at Cambridge and Stephen Fry gave them their first engagement and almost a decade later 'Kit and the Widow' were in the West End with a three-week season at the Vaudeville Theatre. Reviewing it for the Evening Standard in 1991, Milton Shulman enjoyed their take on the prime minister’s wife Norma Major arriving at the opera as a mousy creature and being transformed into a Brünhilde in full flood or a tantalising, seductive Carmen and their impression of Margaret Thatcher bellowing, in relation to the Falkland Islands : <i><b>“This was my war!”</b></i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Kit later said about his audiences : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"If you can coax them in your beautiful Oxbridge accent and you choir boy training and careful lyric writing to get their attention and then you stick the knife in, you're not preaching to the converted and you were preaching to the unconverted, which is much more valuable. Too often, looking back, we were perceived as toffs. I'm not really a toff. I'm not really and imperialist, but I can pretend to be a toff and an imperialist".</span></i></b><span> Then, for example, he would<b> </b></span><b><i><span>'stick the knife in' </span></i></b><span>drawing attention to Clause 28, the series of laws across Britain which prohibited the promotion of homosexuality by local authorities or would say : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Look, Africa's on its knees. We should be helping it"</span></i></b><span> and in relation to states in Africa : </span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"But look, China's buying everything".</i></b></span></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCkewv1--SaP21GQ85Bnp9xyHw4tVj7n799758MoyOIaYHbHC0czS5fKjPkcmAK3Hjpqn9rLFoEY41PPbUnx2Ud3DANQf19t7eaa_gEDOVLi9693NfRRY4xrzkemvnCtqAW4Udy0mdiL64lCwI6DCHdNqHgrCzmUzRtc-2sigOWqED_3xXtr9r81L/s275/images.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCkewv1--SaP21GQ85Bnp9xyHw4tVj7n799758MoyOIaYHbHC0czS5fKjPkcmAK3Hjpqn9rLFoEY41PPbUnx2Ud3DANQf19t7eaa_gEDOVLi9693NfRRY4xrzkemvnCtqAW4Udy0mdiL64lCwI6DCHdNqHgrCzmUzRtc-2sigOWqED_3xXtr9r81L/w179-h119/images.jpg" width="179" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_y3Tccs2rb0PZIsLy11WOU5XvqDGdu5HaAQwSioxM_019PHWqWTxgB5rZF2hC8lVW9E9JgTgaAkrCbllsxVHcqLP-uMMY7wSiGv1wLFpUeFDbSLQrAXTYhraNqsDrhD_8C35Nwe4j_UD2Xn-hdt985p8IEZ8yeHriCBjOhnQAKXKHb8RwT1tMz_c5/s259/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_y3Tccs2rb0PZIsLy11WOU5XvqDGdu5HaAQwSioxM_019PHWqWTxgB5rZF2hC8lVW9E9JgTgaAkrCbllsxVHcqLP-uMMY7wSiGv1wLFpUeFDbSLQrAXTYhraNqsDrhD_8C35Nwe4j_UD2Xn-hdt985p8IEZ8yeHriCBjOhnQAKXKHb8RwT1tMz_c5/w169-h127/download%20(8).jpg" width="169" /></a>Kit took great pleasure when he described when he met Margaret Thatcher after she had retired as Prime Minister. He and Richard were to play at Jeffery Archer's house at the <b>Old Vicarage</b> in the village of Granchester, Cambridge, where she and her husband Denis were in the audience. Kit had half an hour's chat with her after the performance. He recalled : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"She was just beginning to lose it. All her power at that stage was diminished, but her acolytes were there. You could see her thinking that :</span></i></b><span> </span><b><i>'This is quite an interesting way of speaking truth to power' </i></b><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">and the old girl slightly melted".</i> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eji92meS74&t=19m29s">(link)</a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9B6DBSGCMY4iXwXVQcs2Yt4jiP8EJoskJISOefGzRXtEibZTI01ZshRV1QrtyUFsrUSnd0AVFPLxO0QKpjP6CzUL2og93K9QiATv1MwFOuDveS4TcxY3colz3hmlf2HwWVOqqm3cmcZv3amDEmLfXRYTL47EMd3omJpWnZ3-zQWbugg78MSWG1oLD/s750/8SWKKM6W3UCZZFOX80P8.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="750" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9B6DBSGCMY4iXwXVQcs2Yt4jiP8EJoskJISOefGzRXtEibZTI01ZshRV1QrtyUFsrUSnd0AVFPLxO0QKpjP6CzUL2og93K9QiATv1MwFOuDveS4TcxY3colz3hmlf2HwWVOqqm3cmcZv3amDEmLfXRYTL47EMd3omJpWnZ3-zQWbugg78MSWG1oLD/w181-h120/8SWKKM6W3UCZZFOX80P8.jpg" width="181" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The house was close to the River Cam and Kit continued : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It was wonderful because Denis was still alive and he was trying to shake off his 'Close Protection Squad' and went down to the </span><span>secret grove</span><span style="color: #990000;"> where Rupert Brooke, where the golden children of the Edwardian period used to swim naked and got it out and started pissing away. And all the guards came down on him and tried to drag him back he said</span></i></b><span> : </span><b><i><span style="color: #134f5c;">"Can't a fellow have a piss in peace ?"</span></i></b><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">There was wee everywhere. It was lovely. I giggled".</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVgB0-0R9j9uqsHoGAgs2TAeCuOA3WevZ0Z2teIwL2iniU37J5AVltRGEoMDhTVPAxdowNFZD8izPVCArMnV1d5ouW9oxBb9oMxng2tEYC3uzG6N7CYf8RJCv_roTdzo2h1JpyLDaegTlz0UwdSOhOgeytYDzzaI65RfERZW0y2gd1pKyX3ZDzzyO/s300/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVgB0-0R9j9uqsHoGAgs2TAeCuOA3WevZ0Z2teIwL2iniU37J5AVltRGEoMDhTVPAxdowNFZD8izPVCArMnV1d5ouW9oxBb9oMxng2tEYC3uzG6N7CYf8RJCv_roTdzo2h1JpyLDaegTlz0UwdSOhOgeytYDzzaI65RfERZW0y2gd1pKyX3ZDzzyO/w161-h90/download%20(9).jpg" width="161" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>At the age of thirty-six in 1987, it was film producers Merchant-Ivory who had asked him : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"To co-script their next project, the award-winning film 'Maurice', I took the job gladly", </span></i></b></span>featuring Hugh Grant in one of his first screen roles. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8q33AvIlL0M&t=13m44s">(link)</a></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecmcaiZemTuJ81JqCn6DhXbcW4VSjt_VRRyXfokzQ6ulQqjPefBBeYhmwkFPeyhaQzkZFAA4aCXONnn2MV42zmQ7tvxDAS_LHQEA3OUs4RD5syYjEOnl4NlUL_4tmAQ0e70y1Xqods5jr1UOly1rdYpC9lWxKyhDdCVWYST9W99mb8GApzdElWNx5/s305/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="165" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecmcaiZemTuJ81JqCn6DhXbcW4VSjt_VRRyXfokzQ6ulQqjPefBBeYhmwkFPeyhaQzkZFAA4aCXONnn2MV42zmQ7tvxDAS_LHQEA3OUs4RD5syYjEOnl4NlUL_4tmAQ0e70y1Xqods5jr1UOly1rdYpC9lWxKyhDdCVWYST9W99mb8GApzdElWNx5/w61-h112/download%20(10).jpg" width="61" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1994, he contributed one script for an episode of the BBC Dawn French comedy series 'The Vicar of Dibley'. The following year he scripted the</span><span> Rowan Atkinson's 'Full Throttle', a TV autobiographical film about the racing life of Captain Henry "Tim" Birkin, a British gentleman racing driver of the nineteen thirties.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hk4N0O81diU&t=3m50s">(link)</a> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>On the radio front, over many years he was </span><span>a witty radio panellist on the BBC Radio 4 shows 'Just a Minute' </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oH6ZFFYWuI&t=13m55s">(link) </a><span>and 'Quote Unquote'.</span></span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZJuZCYahkdHHr5WMkF9wtNw3KQsdiyF56EGP9S3IipyfxMsgCuHVvz-ZsEZa2CuJk2oOuNT9Y3nnBv28Z0v2qacPPxIB1UDp-CTPmEJVstMQwe2X_eyToDgTDMFWF7Fyn6Sifs6hiLLoeOfkKbG3JDk4rh8UL_Lhh7n6wSyXwDwnX-4WKOqQGugD/s225/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZJuZCYahkdHHr5WMkF9wtNw3KQsdiyF56EGP9S3IipyfxMsgCuHVvz-ZsEZa2CuJk2oOuNT9Y3nnBv28Z0v2qacPPxIB1UDp-CTPmEJVstMQwe2X_eyToDgTDMFWF7Fyn6Sifs6hiLLoeOfkKbG3JDk4rh8UL_Lhh7n6wSyXwDwnX-4WKOqQGugD/w139-h139/download%20(12).jpg" width="139" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1990, the great American composer and lyricist <b>Stephen Sondheim</b> </span><span>was made the first visiting Professor of Contemporary Theatre at St Catherine’s College Oxford for one year and Kit was recruited as he he said, as one of his small group of eleven students who were his <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"disciples". </span></i></b> He said that he benefited from the great composer's <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"intellectual generosity"</span></i></b> and said he had that <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">: "Quiet confidence of a man who knows he's a genius" </span></i></b>and : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"He upbraided me for rhyming 'sirocco' with 'morocco' </span><span>saying </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">:</span><i style="font-weight: bold;"> "Because it's an 'identity' not a 'rhyme'. Go away and think of something else. A near rhyme is worse than no rhyme at all"</i>. Kit concluded : <span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">"We all benefited vastly form the experience and the little flames he lit are still burning away, a bit haphazardly, because theatre is very haphazard business".</i><a href="https://soundcloud.com/dave_muso/sondheimlaurentsweidman-qa-st-catherines-college-oxford-8th-june-1990">(link)</a></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWu0dYrdyThVmL3TFam-ALQ6AOGD8uF0CV-EI3BDLYPOWNY0qHRe8A2sLTBug0C0Kje5Kjw4-5PYow1ZyZ2vQRcxdw4BX6N4cwCXO_bo0MtelNWfxPsVsFKOweiy1IyNUyaORGe_TlgnP3xBBaBqwi3kfsGoT_W8_n8Pmm8JbK2YD0300MFrSadTe/s1049/SjeNaoMJvp7UhP1FNwf0TCyag2GQyY6qWC8fuxeD.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="639" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWu0dYrdyThVmL3TFam-ALQ6AOGD8uF0CV-EI3BDLYPOWNY0qHRe8A2sLTBug0C0Kje5Kjw4-5PYow1ZyZ2vQRcxdw4BX6N4cwCXO_bo0MtelNWfxPsVsFKOweiy1IyNUyaORGe_TlgnP3xBBaBqwi3kfsGoT_W8_n8Pmm8JbK2YD0300MFrSadTe/w165-h271/SjeNaoMJvp7UhP1FNwf0TCyag2GQyY6qWC8fuxeD.jpeg" width="165" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Kit said that he loved appearing in pantomime, usually playing the baddie such as<b> 'King Rat'</b> in a Dick Whittington at the Yvonne Arnaud Theatre in Guildford, where as a child he had been taken by his grandmother. He </span><span style="font-size: medium;">regarded panto as an important part of a child’s cultural development and said of his role : <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"It's always 'villain' and I wouldn't do anything else. Villains traditionally come on first, so you've got a minute and you've got kids in the audience who've probably never been to the theatre before. You've got people in the audience who don't normally go to the theatre. It's a wonderfully diverse audience and you have, in that minute, to tell these kids : "This isn't X BOX. This isn't Disney. This is theatre and theatre is wonderful and astonishing and I'm going to scare the bejesus out of you". My record is nine children carried out screaming in the first minute and you think : "I've done it" and they came back, pacified with sweeties and then they're rapt".</span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LT85lWYsQAA">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut9ZQq90q7fwwxXkkPC0PCBrrMdTQmOKuwV0kATB3-inbamvuCjIgv_vlaV6WtnW51UFDS53xa5sppsXKyQpxXZX2eVsCZRUOJZERrSqesKJb0RBomEHocVRO7YQ92FMCi1keOfer5pBfU_wClZ6wyD_AejOV71haKd_YB7QOSD4pqP2c4O6vH_Gz/s848/p1f6f8jkvuo1tdd9tsd4qrnrs4.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="848" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut9ZQq90q7fwwxXkkPC0PCBrrMdTQmOKuwV0kATB3-inbamvuCjIgv_vlaV6WtnW51UFDS53xa5sppsXKyQpxXZX2eVsCZRUOJZERrSqesKJb0RBomEHocVRO7YQ92FMCi1keOfer5pBfU_wClZ6wyD_AejOV71haKd_YB7QOSD4pqP2c4O6vH_Gz/w160-h112/p1f6f8jkvuo1tdd9tsd4qrnrs4.jpg" width="160" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Kit appeared in his first Comedy Prom at the Royal Albert Hall in 2011 and it was one of the last times 'Kit and the Widow' appeared together on stage. He later re-emerged with the pianist James McConnel as<b> 'Kit and McConnel',</b> though the routine remained largely unchanged. He described James as : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"A very talented composer and pianist and generally, all-round genial good egg</span></i></b>".</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Their rendition of Abba’s “Fernando” was rewritten in honour of a well-known chicken restaurant and to Abba’s tune and Kit would begin : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“It’s extremely cheap at Nando’s, they’ve got an uber-friendly waiting staff to put you at your ease”, </span></i></b>leading to the chorus : <i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;">“There was something in the food that night that wasn’t right at Nando’s”.</span> </i>Part of the act was when he </span><span>would extemporise and involve the audience by fixing some unfortunate woman with a stare and saying : <span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“Look at the colour of that jumper, that’s pure Brora, she’s never been to Nando’s in her life”.</i><span>(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxosSZEthHE">link)</a></span></span></span></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 2020 Kit told Paddy Cooper why it was becoming increasingly difficult for satirists to operate in front of audiences and said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I try to make what I've always done, to make musically informed, hopefully, politically articulate points of a liberal nature, but there's elephant traps everywhere. I don't know what the answer is".</span></i></b><span> </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eji92meS74&t=23m13s">(link)</a><span> Kit was pessimistic about the future of satirical humourists working in front of live audiences and said : </span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">"If you've got an audience that's going to take offence that easily, then crucify you on twitter and kill your career, then you can't be funny".</b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eji92meS74&t=24m04s">(link)</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * * </span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyUZhY9ZGkFZHa-Xi6OV4_plnVN7LlKZIhi-1nfp68uw0VL_t8LBnH-FCw2Om5ZsgtjZIi36bCesq7gwVhlRPL8JbivsneHTN07gdnizc8rb8pD39gMpBKijrmv_n-s2vEMo9lLPnQY9oAGlmTC1RPWlHOAGKrywvP2WyGtMfqLPCXVW7pGgDq05-/s600/Zomba-Malawi-5.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="600" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyUZhY9ZGkFZHa-Xi6OV4_plnVN7LlKZIhi-1nfp68uw0VL_t8LBnH-FCw2Om5ZsgtjZIi36bCesq7gwVhlRPL8JbivsneHTN07gdnizc8rb8pD39gMpBKijrmv_n-s2vEMo9lLPnQY9oAGlmTC1RPWlHOAGKrywvP2WyGtMfqLPCXVW7pGgDq05-/w206-h172/Zomba-Malawi-5.jpg" width="206" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Christopher 'Kit' Harvey was born in Africa, the son of Susan and Noël, in the British colony of Nyasaland in April 1957, seven years before it was granted impendence. He recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'I was born in the Officers' Hospital in </span><span>Zomba,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> a stunning Dutch Colonial town on the slopes of a high, misty plateau reminiscent of Scotland'.</span></i></b> His was to be a privileged, upper middle class, colonial childhood since, three years before his birth, his father became one of the country's twenty-four, Assistant District Commissioners in 'Her Majesty's Overseas Civil Service'. Kit said : <i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">'There were three of us children, of whom I was the eldest. We spent weekends on the Lake shores amid the fishermen, and the crocs and hippos'. </i>He remembered :<i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> 'T</i></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">he ayah who looked after me when I was little, she was a wonderful lady. Regularly drunk, she had no front teeth but saved my life after a snake bite, by biting me with her remaining teeth and sucking out the poison'.</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SdX1oJ38S65KrZ7K6x_S1JIUX0UcHH4x_ef0ydVGOc8aosq7Xt_d_a7UhQCaFsMo_Y83vE-5IUGX6KQwv35S_RHRYDACz0B5-ozqdtetM-hd58EUqOk8nB8NzJ88_w2kPjTXkcHLcRMFr3ORTR2SRhbZPeMFMSH0kHCnNsYiyekkpkPSHdKIUbAC/s130/images%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="130" data-original-width="106" height="83" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SdX1oJ38S65KrZ7K6x_S1JIUX0UcHH4x_ef0ydVGOc8aosq7Xt_d_a7UhQCaFsMo_Y83vE-5IUGX6KQwv35S_RHRYDACz0B5-ozqdtetM-hd58EUqOk8nB8NzJ88_w2kPjTXkcHLcRMFr3ORTR2SRhbZPeMFMSH0kHCnNsYiyekkpkPSHdKIUbAC/w67-h83/images%20(1).jpg" width="67" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>His eight years in Nyasaland had a formative influence on him to the extent he said in 2018 : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'It was a magical childhood from which I learned a great deal, and for which I am very grateful. A few years ago, my sister and I visited this second poorest nation on earth. It is run down these days, but the people remain the same - beautiful, positive and sunny'. </span></i></b>In 2020 he told<b> Paddy Cooper </b>:<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "G</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">rowing up there was incredibly instructive of human values of kindness of the environment and I hope that, that has inspired what I've written. My politics, despite my horrible imperialist past, are entirely liberal"</span></i></b>. In Kit's eyes, his father, played a major role in the creation of an independent Malawi and he said : <span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"><i>"</i></span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">My Dad's job was to make sure that Nyasaland was handed over peacefully without bloodshed without a revolution with enough legislature and judiciary and a government structure of Nyasaland Africans, capable of running it smoothly and, bless him, he achiev</i><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">ed it. There wasn't a revolution and there wasn't too much bloodshed".</i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eji92meS74&t=7m43s">(link)</a></span></span><div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTrMnPeNm4YqldUWoyyz4BKLST534wDldB6vNfpiNIVEiJgvHqdCrZQPw0lROmyc789EyqMX2q313ZFBN4vn8MBRB8R1pEpntQG-KgglmsRdWTOxqwTVNlS5E_Uea1kQPO5Ndu5dcB2p_vUMF69vlW0jc9OWu37x8NYvSjGV1lS-LIEFxDZzcMaGL/s480/51jEOYSQeCL_0749d594-aafe-444d-b4b1-9a031f0ac839_480x480.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTrMnPeNm4YqldUWoyyz4BKLST534wDldB6vNfpiNIVEiJgvHqdCrZQPw0lROmyc789EyqMX2q313ZFBN4vn8MBRB8R1pEpntQG-KgglmsRdWTOxqwTVNlS5E_Uea1kQPO5Ndu5dcB2p_vUMF69vlW0jc9OWu37x8NYvSjGV1lS-LIEFxDZzcMaGL/w100-h100/51jEOYSQeCL_0749d594-aafe-444d-b4b1-9a031f0ac839_480x480.webp" width="100" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPyqpMvaKEMmb1wktqNssBSEc4jBJCMLHVkRHoi8I2-IyBj5gGIhWcWNC7h8JP7TCoYAkHCsg6qJFAeTuR4Q3G-3nWCUBGs4ByEQ9PNhIi3nU99CO7J7QXUrb9aa86Skek4rVleUNl3XTIBxnpgS6IiXrjklrrX8wIuJkBwATSwvNmMUdf1-1fTou/s501/ORIGINAL_CAST_RECORDING_SALAD+DAYS-502245.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="500" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPyqpMvaKEMmb1wktqNssBSEc4jBJCMLHVkRHoi8I2-IyBj5gGIhWcWNC7h8JP7TCoYAkHCsg6qJFAeTuR4Q3G-3nWCUBGs4ByEQ9PNhIi3nU99CO7J7QXUrb9aa86Skek4rVleUNl3XTIBxnpgS6IiXrjklrrX8wIuJkBwATSwvNmMUdf1-1fTou/w153-h154/ORIGINAL_CAST_RECORDING_SALAD+DAYS-502245.jpg" width="153" /></a>Kit also gained his first love of music at home by way of three long playing records played on a gramophone on the house verandah and consisted of a 1956 recording of Julian Slade's <b>'Salad Days'</b><a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=salad+days+julian+slade&biw=1233&bih=601&tbm=vid&ei=k7LjY5OBG8z4gQb8qKL4CQ&ved=0ahUKEwjTlumckob9AhVMfMAKHXyUCJ8Q4dUDCA4&uact=5&oq=salad+days+julian+slade&gs_lcp=Cg1nd3Mtd2l6LXZpZGVvEANQ_wZY0jpg-j1oAHAAeACAAQCIAQCSAQCYAQCgAQHAAQE&sclient=gws-wiz-video#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:7717c110,vid:J8QJ-mvwKMM">(link)</a><b>, 'At the Drop of a Hat'<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCdshepGguI"> </a></b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCdshepGguI">(link)</a>, the </span><span>musical revue by Flanders and Swann, described by them as </span><i>"an after-dinner farrago"</i><span> with Swann on the piano and in which they both sang songs which were linked by contemporary social commentary and a collection of songs by Noel Coward. Kit said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"For the first eight years of my life that was it musically, for the West, for Europe. However all round us African rhythms, the dancing". </span></i></b><span>In addition, he did have access to the family piano, which was lined with galvanized steel to make it termite-proof. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhRM1_0XFombfLke0TFfsMuTyd-UmU2CozBktTQQJT8DnkJu6rQ14xDoVDxezrP2Lku1HKb3AhnBTr0XOW7C7pX0NGZOypetQOGcMQ7N898h1S_N0fAOONPe7mjfAMD2TsjH4S78ZxduTvXdQoRzOXJKqtaQ_YoecHdOayb2l00YuiZ2mufiJDBno/s319/md30923446602.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="231" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhRM1_0XFombfLke0TFfsMuTyd-UmU2CozBktTQQJT8DnkJu6rQ14xDoVDxezrP2Lku1HKb3AhnBTr0XOW7C7pX0NGZOypetQOGcMQ7N898h1S_N0fAOONPe7mjfAMD2TsjH4S78ZxduTvXdQoRzOXJKqtaQ_YoecHdOayb2l00YuiZ2mufiJDBno/w101-h140/md30923446602.jpg" width="101" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Many years later he recalled 'The Nyasaland Cookery Book' and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'All wives of district commissioners were given this book, and my mother's battered copy is something I treasure. It's hilarious. Ovens were incredibly primitive, and the book tells you to throw a piece of paper into them. If it doesn't discolour it's alright for meringues; if it goes yellow it's alright for sponges; if it goes brown it's alright for roasts; if it catches fire, your oven is too hot'.</span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QfpYlhH3gbUCUbuyKaDHmfU22X9FuuiuQOuF9b8dl3_IHfXMBn8dkzIgv0hIj96e76XSlk5K8DALc2sOs-5xWUOck5sqsqiFqBJ0BqHnjpr-xHem9n6I2GDBysdjP3cpYKHa4Gly3yqmiL-wzYB9TV0Tsj0SuzSbMBzAEyrrTFR7yyFjkF1_o4st/s275/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="71" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QfpYlhH3gbUCUbuyKaDHmfU22X9FuuiuQOuF9b8dl3_IHfXMBn8dkzIgv0hIj96e76XSlk5K8DALc2sOs-5xWUOck5sqsqiFqBJ0BqHnjpr-xHem9n6I2GDBysdjP3cpYKHa4Gly3yqmiL-wzYB9TV0Tsj0SuzSbMBzAEyrrTFR7yyFjkF1_o4st/w107-h71/download%20(1).jpg" width="107" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_VtburQETR0ELVy1TDvdWElNlSBudKrDcn5N9E4d2b3wbJnu8vQQ5k7YnvZPJV9OSIhFP4F6bZnuO-ZSn54zWZlUxvgClZihfYuIYEPUBDFsgAvwBoW5MAAJoqsvcinp1YMe86og4b54k8pVSF0Cbau1-4CAflARdcQKtQH9Jjif9W8TGs8bQxu7/s300/download.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="168" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_VtburQETR0ELVy1TDvdWElNlSBudKrDcn5N9E4d2b3wbJnu8vQQ5k7YnvZPJV9OSIhFP4F6bZnuO-ZSn54zWZlUxvgClZihfYuIYEPUBDFsgAvwBoW5MAAJoqsvcinp1YMe86og4b54k8pVSF0Cbau1-4CAflARdcQKtQH9Jjif9W8TGs8bQxu7/w77-h138/download.jpg" width="77" /></a><span>In 1964 Kit was packed off to an alien country called Britain and, in the family tradition, became a pupil at the boys boarding school, the </span><span><b>Cathedral Choir School at Canterbury</b> where, as he said : </span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“Instead of football, we ran races around cloisters where Thomas Becket’s assassins once ran; we played hide and seek amid the tombs of kings; and our rite of passage was to piddle off </i></span><i style="font-weight: bold;">Bell Harry</i><i style="font-weight: bold;">,</i><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;"> the 365ft tower of the cathedral”. </i><p></p></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZE_rmJeFMhbsJh98yk7yOW-96BneAmG-P9NUO_8fSP9fYQ--_3DA4wEADIvEErsdXIS7Agz1rhCNZ0NIKnyt0qEp_wPDmcL1_O3kEXIcE6Y84ZRpEz5MdUzlzGCgmvIck33phMoV6GEP-OhGgZ7WN2cozvPuClvyAX6Bxzr4dh-Rj0Ge_odQsITS/s279/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="279" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZE_rmJeFMhbsJh98yk7yOW-96BneAmG-P9NUO_8fSP9fYQ--_3DA4wEADIvEErsdXIS7Agz1rhCNZ0NIKnyt0qEp_wPDmcL1_O3kEXIcE6Y84ZRpEz5MdUzlzGCgmvIck33phMoV6GEP-OhGgZ7WN2cozvPuClvyAX6Bxzr4dh-Rj0Ge_odQsITS/w178-h115/download%20(2).jpg" width="178" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>His school experience was to have the second biggest formative influence on his life, as he later reflected :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "</span></i></b><span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>As a chorister we had to do a service eight times a week, so you got to learn all the great music, a lot about architecture and Latin and how to address an </i></b></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">archimandrite and those useless bits of information proved, in the event, terribly useful" </span>and </span></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'I</span></i></b><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">n those days, with 30 masters for 50 pupils, it was an intense, extraordinary education'.</i><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eji92meS74&t=6m08s">(link)</a> </span></span></span><span>He considered himself to be :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> 'A </span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">professional musician at the age of 12' </span></i></b>and <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">It was hard work. By God, I was grateful for that". </span></i></b></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div>In addition, in the company of his fellow choristers, Kit's subversive streak was already beginning to make its presence felt and he recalled :</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"To entertain my fellow choristers during the boring sermons, I would rewrite the lyrics of the final hymn surreptitiously, to see if they could get through it without corpsing"</span></i></b><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwK7AIwymQXBSel88_amWXavvJaVscHm1z04OkgZtjUEmbAkBar4DO2Jge_jmLkHR63zsbn_Ar2lIVQ-w4gNoj-wkiqJ3RIXC0c9gDtZF8O0l6yuoS3myodsPgH4Uv-fEH2ggvh5io_LvpoNXi74gL17zOC9dfKcTkqNC_WF6b1tA3pZWhkoB4VXm/s275/qqq.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwK7AIwymQXBSel88_amWXavvJaVscHm1z04OkgZtjUEmbAkBar4DO2Jge_jmLkHR63zsbn_Ar2lIVQ-w4gNoj-wkiqJ3RIXC0c9gDtZF8O0l6yuoS3myodsPgH4Uv-fEH2ggvh5io_LvpoNXi74gL17zOC9dfKcTkqNC_WF6b1tA3pZWhkoB4VXm/w175-h117/qqq.jpg" width="175" /></a>. He became Head Chorister and when his voice broke he was transferred as a boarder to <b><span></span>Tonbridge Public School For Boys </b>which he described as : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"A ferociously muscular public school which only cares about cricket and rugger and I was rubbish at. So I thought I'd swim against the stream rather than with it".</span></i></b><span> As a result h</span><span>e concentrated on </span><span>literature, drama, and music.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZp9UCB8NAeQTlmxBNzkAelqzRdmYX7IKDyZlXFVNFsotXR27I4U91PjW_i62XyXt8_usmY_LYc39KAkt1KX0rvrezpvq2wIc6pJuNfQubah95_8L6f2rhMHj98eNoA5t7fiG6kmWP_sz6P94xUWuA931wBdNj1AE3ms_Bv2g-VQjJT1zSfeTU13n/s1182/David_Lloyd_George.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="1182" data-original-width="907" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZp9UCB8NAeQTlmxBNzkAelqzRdmYX7IKDyZlXFVNFsotXR27I4U91PjW_i62XyXt8_usmY_LYc39KAkt1KX0rvrezpvq2wIc6pJuNfQubah95_8L6f2rhMHj98eNoA5t7fiG6kmWP_sz6P94xUWuA931wBdNj1AE3ms_Bv2g-VQjJT1zSfeTU13n/w85-h110/David_Lloyd_George.jpg" width="85" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6__N-ThEF0nCTVzvyD7kCkKOIPcb9KoFbWt5Ax3IJq03LhrY7EKrpMNeGEJT86VWj1gAMbA73mbn1fOa0KrPMgJYcvVwTjQE5zrJr1sWM44Me9hTnfh-1H02sSkoTwIaG-ScBb1d0_lijsUostuMRVqvGjWmFJ7HPuchJEzOsLww6lkDp6BZ3-o0s/s266/download%20(13).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="189" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6__N-ThEF0nCTVzvyD7kCkKOIPcb9KoFbWt5Ax3IJq03LhrY7EKrpMNeGEJT86VWj1gAMbA73mbn1fOa0KrPMgJYcvVwTjQE5zrJr1sWM44Me9hTnfh-1H02sSkoTwIaG-ScBb1d0_lijsUostuMRVqvGjWmFJ7HPuchJEzOsLww6lkDp6BZ3-o0s/w81-h115/download%20(13).jpg" width="81" /></span></a><span><span>Fifty years later, in 2021 'Kit and McConnel' were the star turn at Boris Johnson's <i>'Chequers </i> <i>Centenary Dinner' </i>to mark the hundred years since Lloyd George became the fi</span><span>rst Prime Minister to occupy the rural property away from smokey London. Of the five living ex-Prime ministers, only Theresa May attended the event.</span><span> Kit delivered a politically incorrect ditty to celebrate Viscount Lee’s donation of the estate to David Lloyd George with : </span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">“Lloyd George was none too wealthy / And Welsh; therefore unhealthy”. </i><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8swKwDIrn4&t=10m49s">(link)</a></span></span></span></div></span></div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">His friend Fiona Carnarvon said : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-style: italic;">'He was a unique friend and star – the world is a greyer and quieter place without him'.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/kit-hesketh-harvey-death-maurice-b2273811.html">(link)</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * * * </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">With grateful acknowledgement to Paddy Cooper's interview with Kit for 'Dark Unicorn' for the insight it provided into his thoughts and character. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eji92meS74">(link)<br /></a></span></p></div></div></div></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-20952852509821312232023-01-20T05:19:00.144-08:002024-02-08T23:52:25.604-08:00Britain says "Farewell" to its Writer, Ronald Blythe, best remembered for his masterly evocation of English rural life in a village called of Akenfield<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Page views : 985</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikc485yhdkuRvtgZJvHBDLXjPViT-JnpiDulNtHCA4aDwsASyj4O8kkPIL8IAlJpKpSuX5VDV6A4ra9EhoZTAicXBwpAwb9Nou8Nw25BWK2KkGpKwL7PyEP1Q8QP1MGEPlDt_RHFz-tORTbnxxI971WFGf4dkxU-wmc5UyAetRCHVLZ-US8T6flnJC/s318/5616.heic" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="284" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikc485yhdkuRvtgZJvHBDLXjPViT-JnpiDulNtHCA4aDwsASyj4O8kkPIL8IAlJpKpSuX5VDV6A4ra9EhoZTAicXBwpAwb9Nou8Nw25BWK2KkGpKwL7PyEP1Q8QP1MGEPlDt_RHFz-tORTbnxxI971WFGf4dkxU-wmc5UyAetRCHVLZ-US8T6flnJC/w143-h160/5616.heic" width="143" /></a></div></div>Ronald, who has died at the age of one hundred, was a gifted writer who was n</span><span>ever out of print and read and studied, not just in Britain, but around the world. An opus of thirty books - s</span></span></span><span>hort stories, poems, histories, novels and, in later life, luminous essays and a superb weekly diary published in the 'Church Times' - all tumbled from his pen. It was, however, his depiction of </span><span>bygone</span><span> rural life in the imaginary Suffolk village of<b> Akenfield</b>, which he wrote when he was forty-seven and </span><span>was immortalised on film by Peter Hall in 1974 t</span><span>hat he will be best remembered. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSyTwbyI4JaimQakd5gdlFU6_p5yi1FMeeRqkdYe51ajEBI8JrKN2T6nc5Uj1vFeYcrJ07gEuq9nlNJFIKpge7s2hoLszvNCe5eJMLiwMDpkgi78-WWgV1OJMMLa4KIKTufqWs77PG45-N_hpCXOSsWD-GrfvqX1WdfsaT4sb-YsWDY4IPh7aNgkb/s617/48D4FB3600000578-5346661-image-a-75_1517612289195.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="617" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSyTwbyI4JaimQakd5gdlFU6_p5yi1FMeeRqkdYe51ajEBI8JrKN2T6nc5Uj1vFeYcrJ07gEuq9nlNJFIKpge7s2hoLszvNCe5eJMLiwMDpkgi78-WWgV1OJMMLa4KIKTufqWs77PG45-N_hpCXOSsWD-GrfvqX1WdfsaT4sb-YsWDY4IPh7aNgkb/w358-h244/48D4FB3600000578-5346661-image-a-75_1517612289195.jpg" width="358" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://archive.org/details/akenfield-1974">(link)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn8XsUtI4Q_UjnxE5xkT9UhN72u6WMmi-H7XK86Yeye3pOBz_8sZ1pWluCmMlI444aZhXcY3JUfm-NveVSaog03gZwbDwErImoOsNm42l-2jumic-WwQzG-lipTafeJPCn5myewEpKUVHl0DxsLx-v3JiXnnm2dN98WhkzrPnis7Mi2wOIwLHyUqe/s372/IMG_6427.PNG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="372" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn8XsUtI4Q_UjnxE5xkT9UhN72u6WMmi-H7XK86Yeye3pOBz_8sZ1pWluCmMlI444aZhXcY3JUfm-NveVSaog03gZwbDwErImoOsNm42l-2jumic-WwQzG-lipTafeJPCn5myewEpKUVHl0DxsLx-v3JiXnnm2dN98WhkzrPnis7Mi2wOIwLHyUqe/w149-h108/IMG_6427.PNG" width="149" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc43BCgTjOmlO3KY3eYx7h6XVM5f3WU6n3yRTWk_muBHyxLhUp7W4H3KMF41sNPocb6naXXN7X8gcI33mazQ3jAkG64qRbWxazm4PQZjdshpUrIoMD3dq8sRQcV6DMhJR0IWOGqg0piF8JIRvyepOrdi-_2IML2C5DAjAQ5Q3_RWkVu2z6sdkmHt--/s468/BB_c9483636-a83b-4f6f-96af-fb74ea29ab7a_small.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="468" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc43BCgTjOmlO3KY3eYx7h6XVM5f3WU6n3yRTWk_muBHyxLhUp7W4H3KMF41sNPocb6naXXN7X8gcI33mazQ3jAkG64qRbWxazm4PQZjdshpUrIoMD3dq8sRQcV6DMhJR0IWOGqg0piF8JIRvyepOrdi-_2IML2C5DAjAQ5Q3_RWkVu2z6sdkmHt--/w200-h113/BB_c9483636-a83b-4f6f-96af-fb74ea29ab7a_small.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div>He was born the son of Matilda and Albert, the eldest of six children (seen here on the right) in the <b>village of Acton,</b> near Lavenham in the County of Suffolk, in the Autumn of 1922. His father, who came from a long line of shepherds and farm labourers with a surname derived from 'T</span><span>he Blyth', a small Suffolk river and </span></span><span><span>had served in the Suffolk Regiment and fought at Gallipoli during the First World War, a few years before Ronald was born. His mother, by contrast, had been born in 19th century London where she had trained as a VAD nurse in the War and it was from her that young Ronald inherited his love of literature. First it was the </span></span><span>Bible which was read daily by his mother and as then, becoming, as he said, a <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"chronic reader"</span></i></b> of library books, </span><span><span>which he read outside the family home and said</span> : </span><span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>“Never indoors, where one might be given something to do”.</i></b></span></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgI5YOhbUKVkReupsq8lX6BjyPhPbbf_A5AJWKq1zpfJRzeHaRDBjh_a6KeLZWJUVNz0qGhcelPnnEveA5AFc8Evw8gRS6gqTFsHP8EMsSdZskLLTDJOGEoY7dFZic9CM85bIncUNLu9D8gd7tSxRB4ahtzDgBjya-A5i5skrUQ9ExY6SDWB2XBbTH/s573/2023-01-19.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="449" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgI5YOhbUKVkReupsq8lX6BjyPhPbbf_A5AJWKq1zpfJRzeHaRDBjh_a6KeLZWJUVNz0qGhcelPnnEveA5AFc8Evw8gRS6gqTFsHP8EMsSdZskLLTDJOGEoY7dFZic9CM85bIncUNLu9D8gd7tSxRB4ahtzDgBjya-A5i5skrUQ9ExY6SDWB2XBbTH/w124-h160/2023-01-19.png" width="124" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span>His 1920s Suffolk childhood left an indelible mark on him and at the age of seventy-nine in</span></span></span><span><span><span> 2011 Ronald told the Guardian :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span></span></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I actually haven't worked on this land but I've seen the land </span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">ploughed by horses. So I have a feeling and understanding in that respect – of its glory and bitterness". </span></i></b></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQwhCCSHu7n797tmD0EECTNKJch1unpIpW8xrTKjEfGE2OBsl_I5Pr8Qb146Gq0fu8Gv_R8OTV_r_9GufJM9r_GvStNYafRPrIru6Do0dTgsHclv1rvtH9OlaWbKiapNWc1K8kTz_-JXmPpIsjrmVPyCzy6iFNEeGe8xh0zD8E8xUwXevQPneGPIC/s990/newFile.webp" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="990" height="87" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQwhCCSHu7n797tmD0EECTNKJch1unpIpW8xrTKjEfGE2OBsl_I5Pr8Qb146Gq0fu8Gv_R8OTV_r_9GufJM9r_GvStNYafRPrIru6Do0dTgsHclv1rvtH9OlaWbKiapNWc1K8kTz_-JXmPpIsjrmVPyCzy6iFNEeGe8xh0zD8E8xUwXevQPneGPIC/w117-h87/newFile.webp" width="117" /></a><span>His friend, <b>Ian Collins </b>who was his literary executor and in later life, one of his carers said : <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"He had this earthy Suffolk philosophy; he was immensely wise but he wore it so lightly"</span></i></b> and</span><span> : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">“There would have been no Ronald Blythe without public libraries. It was the making of him because he was untrained and unconstrained. His voice was pure and original".</span></i></b> </span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8vCxA8BzwdPgpU6WGvCMIGtUfWl80yOUryOraxd5o-HzBLXfd_WbnyyFT1JTfZDwJdrKo-dBpurhR7janwX6qw9d6Lx4_7lEhztFjRz_djq_4hEf-onCV9p7TOMx_eyvz3uDbZpPRE0rQ5H2u5udxOIQ-Er76odfPdmUe-VMWMosZmQL8EUyQl9J/s275/download.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="76" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8vCxA8BzwdPgpU6WGvCMIGtUfWl80yOUryOraxd5o-HzBLXfd_WbnyyFT1JTfZDwJdrKo-dBpurhR7janwX6qw9d6Lx4_7lEhztFjRz_djq_4hEf-onCV9p7TOMx_eyvz3uDbZpPRE0rQ5H2u5udxOIQ-Er76odfPdmUe-VMWMosZmQL8EUyQl9J/w114-h76/download.jpg" width="114" /></a><span><span>Nevertheless his intellectual promise went unrecognised and, at the age of fourteen in 1936, Ronald left <b>St Peter’s and St Gregory’s School </b>in Sudbury and given the fact that the family now had eight mouths to feed and lived in a state of rural poverty, as the eldest child he duly started work and contributed his wage to the family budget. </span></span><span><span><span>Four years later, at the age of eighteen and in the second year of the Second World War he was called up to serve in the Army but e</span>arly on in his training, his superiors decided he was unfit for service, <span>apparently</span> friends said he was incapable of hurting a fly and he returned to East Anglia to work, quietly, as a reference librarian in Colchester Library<span>. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRZq3LYiPRZmap79twGH_7rEaTWbJJzgouX0bYFPZaqkg9I_TBpQApEgxC6EIvWa8MDs7vueEWJnziCtlLf4L37diNXJvjlE2LeeKmM6Fjoh7CGSc3u5o0dexBALsCpa7NQGZad7ISHdXBro87f5LAPs6rAQrJq8PkvLGEgnWx-vahQzU2FNfMxAb/s262/Christine-Khlenthal.heic" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="178" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRZq3LYiPRZmap79twGH_7rEaTWbJJzgouX0bYFPZaqkg9I_TBpQApEgxC6EIvWa8MDs7vueEWJnziCtlLf4L37diNXJvjlE2LeeKmM6Fjoh7CGSc3u5o0dexBALsCpa7NQGZad7ISHdXBro87f5LAPs6rAQrJq8PkvLGEgnWx-vahQzU2FNfMxAb/w109-h161/Christine-Khlenthal.heic" width="109" /></a></div>I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosC9y2P4rh2pqdzYddgVDKsK2LMxMFgla29AvAFjO-yoMyfOqiJqSDAnm_QD76w9Ta_Fd07f-WXQGKdJnDENtGkDqLh9PJ1u2mRgZ1L7zar5Kr-1IjWEtr3jvufkP0USggODorOcjja4kasSEkvgAgDkW-EPBIQscGGGuNmrgTZLFFzk-hIJHBpr8/s265/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="190" data-original-width="265" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosC9y2P4rh2pqdzYddgVDKsK2LMxMFgla29AvAFjO-yoMyfOqiJqSDAnm_QD76w9Ta_Fd07f-WXQGKdJnDENtGkDqLh9PJ1u2mRgZ1L7zar5Kr-1IjWEtr3jvufkP0USggODorOcjja4kasSEkvgAgDkW-EPBIQscGGGuNmrgTZLFFzk-hIJHBpr8/w189-h135/download%20(3).jpg" width="189" /></a></span></span></span><span><span><span>t was here, in the Library, that his literary career began </span></span><span>when, as he said </span><span>a : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">‘Tall woman with a lovely voice’</span></i></b> came in one day, asking for a musical score”.</span></span><span><span> It was <b>Christine Nash,</b> who insisted that he stopped being a </span></span><span><span>librarian and became a writer and asked him over to Bottengoms Farm to meet her husband, the celebrated painter, John Nash. (link) It was his introduction to a g</span></span><span>lamorous, bohemian world which he described as : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">Provence, or even Paris, in Suffolk". </i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5215ieT2bU&t=4m32s">(link)</a></span></span></div></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaQMe1GrtZH_UMnbJANph87-BXiSQCsgIRNl0Z9tnS2-Mc-g5c1yPVRlsQz8B5rf3QkgvjONLu0svaZZ7iDUOLjr8tyNB62ST_xPmWaPar8LqU3MSyygNtJZvXKjs0TbVKcmpBmScfYJttP5JsaZcIfk4koHf1UVAdBrygDCLvJNKsLQJt1KhmQcK/s266/Artists-Afloat-006.heic" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="234" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaQMe1GrtZH_UMnbJANph87-BXiSQCsgIRNl0Z9tnS2-Mc-g5c1yPVRlsQz8B5rf3QkgvjONLu0svaZZ7iDUOLjr8tyNB62ST_xPmWaPar8LqU3MSyygNtJZvXKjs0TbVKcmpBmScfYJttP5JsaZcIfk4koHf1UVAdBrygDCLvJNKsLQJt1KhmQcK/w135-h153/Artists-Afloat-006.heic" width="135" /></a></div>Christine found him a cottage near Aldeburgh, and Ronald was introduced to and became friends with <b>Benjamin Britten</b> (right), the </span>composer, conductor, and pianist </span><span>and edited festival programmes for him. He also met the great novelist, </span><span><b>EM Forster</b> (left), on a number of occasions, the first when he </span><span>found a note from him pushed under his door inviting him for a drink at Britten's house and said : <span style="color: #990000;"><b><i><span>"How he knew</span> I was there I don't know".</i></b></span> Apparently, they would go </span><span>shopping together for groceries and Ronald helped Forster write an index for his biography of his great-aunt, Marianne Thornton. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvL-UsLACx3zMKmTdvGvQ1oAOaxXekxxKn0iTmkk8nnieNacG5qAJUdkmaIqSDTb7dPPD9tlaCUJI3Plm3JkOnfWGmglT2MozA-IdWwplYGwkFHnj6JwUPmoF9f4QGPlcvLxK0cQmqMUnnZ4DKpR6BKpmrov4fpNnNvtJDdQfF7vecrqvGzB-GOTO5/s432/Fm7QH7oWAAES3QM.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="297" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvL-UsLACx3zMKmTdvGvQ1oAOaxXekxxKn0iTmkk8nnieNacG5qAJUdkmaIqSDTb7dPPD9tlaCUJI3Plm3JkOnfWGmglT2MozA-IdWwplYGwkFHnj6JwUPmoF9f4QGPlcvLxK0cQmqMUnnZ4DKpR6BKpmrov4fpNnNvtJDdQfF7vecrqvGzB-GOTO5/w67-h98/Fm7QH7oWAAES3QM.jpg" width="67" /></a></div>He recalled : </span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It was rather frightening really. All I did was work. I suppose in a way I wanted to be thought of as a writer by them. I was a very quiet sort of boy, with a bike. I was overwhelmed by the grandeur of these people. I didn't tell Forster I was writing a novel. I didn't dare. But he was just an old man who was charming, and I expect he found me attractive". </span></i></b></span></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l4xPBvpBv3Awly6mMkJ2LKCmxD-dfg-ZI2YoBMLMw2iuZCtZJMY34UAIwGszidtFKmHeL9aJQD2SxJoDp43_Y3lbwWVEIDp0pUrA5Zylqu2dn-tTAFXv0XDTxAY6kcmTdawPG46U2gFS0wc4X30ZNJvbzjffWYvisHm1sOi20xJaZZv_4ZwQeieB/s281/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="179" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l4xPBvpBv3Awly6mMkJ2LKCmxD-dfg-ZI2YoBMLMw2iuZCtZJMY34UAIwGszidtFKmHeL9aJQD2SxJoDp43_Y3lbwWVEIDp0pUrA5Zylqu2dn-tTAFXv0XDTxAY6kcmTdawPG46U2gFS0wc4X30ZNJvbzjffWYvisHm1sOi20xJaZZv_4ZwQeieB/w98-h153/download%20(5).jpg" width="98" /></a></div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdCTzl4kyGqbc9jVHuzhOzKeck64x7WLWPKYjQMRX6HpWxltcJXd6z7cVEIPt6-Vf3Ii9SN6dgzRHw-rgcn8OefgQjbP10H4EjGGMUcxVgIn4zg0QvA-_Qn4LJcLKge_xZD7Eb0LOwWbRPJbDzJOjw15bJzDMLPTpS-gB1-9p-7XHQjsj0cGOgzyx/s400/md31243964829.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: large; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdCTzl4kyGqbc9jVHuzhOzKeck64x7WLWPKYjQMRX6HpWxltcJXd6z7cVEIPt6-Vf3Ii9SN6dgzRHw-rgcn8OefgQjbP10H4EjGGMUcxVgIn4zg0QvA-_Qn4LJcLKge_xZD7Eb0LOwWbRPJbDzJOjw15bJzDMLPTpS-gB1-9p-7XHQjsj0cGOgzyx/w108-h144/md31243964829.jpg" width="108" /></a>In the 1950s he began to sell his written work - poems, criticisms, essays and short stories and settled in a small house in the village of and </span><span style="font-size: medium;">had his first critical success with <b>'A Treasonable Growth' </b>in 1960, his first and only novel, Forster-inspired and set in pre-war Suffolk, about a local schoolmaster who longed to escape the restrictions of the family home where he still lived and fell in love with the daughter of an admiral, eight years his senior. This was followed by<b> '</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The Age of Illusion' </b>in 1963, an anthology of life between the wars which included chapters on subjects as diverse as the life of the notorious rector of Stiffkey and the famous body-line cricket bowling controversy of 1933 . </span></div></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6C0gWdPLrDIkFRlP0Mg7GNyCCNZqmZyZIi5-2M1YnpKY_O18qfQ4f6K7Ugyz-Hs5uzYvIkmPDP6EkqGL82GDDgxO3SPMThSM21BYnQMXuGpGtLLMnaQ4Y1QMi9D3h-VcDpC9rQRLRRPWqHgRrzhTJeJkj1FR-Av-cescatrSelpcohjCatHRT298/s500/9780713901009-uk.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6C0gWdPLrDIkFRlP0Mg7GNyCCNZqmZyZIi5-2M1YnpKY_O18qfQ4f6K7Ugyz-Hs5uzYvIkmPDP6EkqGL82GDDgxO3SPMThSM21BYnQMXuGpGtLLMnaQ4Y1QMi9D3h-VcDpC9rQRLRRPWqHgRrzhTJeJkj1FR-Av-cescatrSelpcohjCatHRT298/w92-h147/9780713901009-uk.jpg" width="92" /></a></div>It was however, <b>'</b></span><b>Akenfield',</b> in <span>1969, a portrait of a remote Suffolk village from the 1890s to 1960s shaped out of the personal stories of its inhabitants which won critical acclaim in Britain and America and in 1974 was made into a film by director Peter Hall which w</span><span>as given a general cinema release in 1975 and its attracted 14 million viewers when it was shown on television that year. It remains to this day, the work for which he will best be remembered.</span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzhnsFaakd1fDsMDca95mXkXnzZkun72PX7zUxrWCoxij9b_ioIntWwXY9jpbMYGTFvU-hHRIlzXm-gCtVkhnzGUbBqYEsA_5yepe73t50MG1lGHjBr3qmoTe2p7b8rNVBMPsPUxbHvISctjXVnFfdzbEOTuje-FzoB6f_wMCh3UKBD85rKRhtzfz/s240/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="169" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzhnsFaakd1fDsMDca95mXkXnzZkun72PX7zUxrWCoxij9b_ioIntWwXY9jpbMYGTFvU-hHRIlzXm-gCtVkhnzGUbBqYEsA_5yepe73t50MG1lGHjBr3qmoTe2p7b8rNVBMPsPUxbHvISctjXVnFfdzbEOTuje-FzoB6f_wMCh3UKBD85rKRhtzfz/w139-h198/download%20(1).jpg" width="139" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 2012 Ronald said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "Akenfield is a kind of biography in many ways, but what really </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">happened was two Swedish sociologists went to China and were let in, although Mao was there, because of their scientific background. They hadn't gone far into this great province when they stopped in a village which had stepped tiny houses and after being there a week, this man</span></i></b> ( Jan Myrdal) </span><span><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;">and wife, recognised that the whole of China was in this little place as so often it is in some of the small places in this country and France. So they decided not to journey any more, but to take down everything they saw and heard in this one place and this book came out called</span> 'Report from a Chinese Village".</i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5215ieT2bU&t=23m45s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RyOw2BaPyTt4lVktIYgwShIXNKSq84EFm1lZ_R598TOVtED1VoaJkWFl-lU_lcZ3WG5DqqvuQEDSVgZXvnBhHVwrgh6N9dAauXqpc418_-W0dEfL6zUEQTnJD0qVv6wA617_Qq_z5BdIOILBtQHzfh4AHWpWsOrGyx9KChPAcJnCWhW4E2TJnWjD/s259/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RyOw2BaPyTt4lVktIYgwShIXNKSq84EFm1lZ_R598TOVtED1VoaJkWFl-lU_lcZ3WG5DqqvuQEDSVgZXvnBhHVwrgh6N9dAauXqpc418_-W0dEfL6zUEQTnJD0qVv6wA617_Qq_z5BdIOILBtQHzfh4AHWpWsOrGyx9KChPAcJnCWhW4E2TJnWjD/w199-h149/download%20(6).jpg" width="199" /></a></div>He went on : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Then as publishers do, they thought of a series and I'd just stopped from working on William Hazlitt and they came to me and asked me to do the English version of this book and I said "I'm not a sociologist" </span></i></b>and they said : <b><i>"Never mind. Get on with it".</i></b> It was to be the lead title for</span></span><span> Viking Press for a short-lived series on village life around the world. </span><span><span>Not sure about how to begin Ronald said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>"What I had forgotten was that I was born during the Agricultural Depression; that my Suffolk forebears had been there for hundreds of years and with a Suffolk name and basically they saw what I saw out of this Suffolk house </i></b></span><span>(in the village of<b> Debach, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"a tiny parish of some eighty souls" </span></i></b>). <i><b><span style="color: #990000;">A</span></b></i></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">ll this waiting to be turned into story".</span></i></b> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6OnMiYHn1cc0SBGYOuG608_xEfmPjpFQb6-e5zhww25Vn6_NvspNGQs6_dDmxEnfqZ_Ey0ttp5VNiUwRNFaKcGj088DkebUUn6PdyIWuDj4uY_-p3awT8yb9DtVnN66UD8lQBUbpHwus1a2-J8VwthFYH3md3uNZcr9banbxVS6lrFlI73MAN1qg/s251/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="251" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6OnMiYHn1cc0SBGYOuG608_xEfmPjpFQb6-e5zhww25Vn6_NvspNGQs6_dDmxEnfqZ_Ey0ttp5VNiUwRNFaKcGj088DkebUUn6PdyIWuDj4uY_-p3awT8yb9DtVnN66UD8lQBUbpHwus1a2-J8VwthFYH3md3uNZcr9banbxVS6lrFlI73MAN1qg/w194-h155/download%20(8).jpg" width="194" /></a></div></span></div><div><span>The book was to be populated by fellow villagers, he simply said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I changed the names of the people who were all friends and neighbours".</span></i></b> In addition, </span><span><span>he visited the neighbouring village of Charsfield where he was church warden and said : </span></span><span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>“I walked round </i></b></span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">the village boundaries which are ancient ditches: very deep, dug into the clay, and full of torrential yellow winter water. And the idea came to me of the fundamental anonymity of most labourers’ lives. In the church at Akenfield there is a long list of names and few remember who they were or what they looked like. Yet they were alive in our own century. So one wonders about the generations before. This is how the book began. A sort of compassion for farming people”. </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Jimmysfarm/videos/1142848119090384/">(link)</a></div></span></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>“I think my view of human life is how brief and curious most people's lives are. Yet when you come to talk to them, you realise how strong they are and how unbelievably rich their lives are”.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Ronald worked through 1967 and 1968, listening to the </span><span>voices of blacksmiths, gravediggers, nurses, horsemen and pig farmers </span><span>recreating authentic country voices and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><i><b>Sometimes, when you’re alone with people, they will say astonishing things but a writer has a certain kind of ear, I think, which hears things which only a writer might hear" </b></i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b><i>“My father worked on a farm - and his father. They both got very near to ninety, I believe. They were hardy old sorts. They never had a thing amiss with them. They worked and lived, and then kind of toppled over at the end". </i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"><b><i>“I have seen young boys in this village get married. They think it all bed, poor fellows. I see it quite different to this. I’m in no hurry at all. I must work. I mustn’t be worried or distracted. Not yet. I couldn’t spend time on my work if I was married.”</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="color: #741b47; font-weight: bold;">“We set to work to bury people. We pushed them into the sides of the trench but bits of them kept getting uncovered and sticking out, like people in a badly made bed. Hands were the worst; they would escape from the sand, pointing, begging - even waving! There was one which we all shook when we passed, saying, 'Good morning', in a posh voice. Everybody did it. The bottom of the trench was springy like a mattress because of all the bodies underneath”</i>.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxLSbKf7KFo&t=1m37s">(link)</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAd7gXaPvFRjUS5LSZDDT05KSB70e-bN68Id881PUgrnkbARYtvdkjvzVa8wXH6vyAxmVnqiYdGx_ZX_6Vl0nHlIx6dTELoS0Oy7ORyTBdQYrSdbA5lmdcDL9LioEiPd_5cK4hmoyqQprdlPfXLB8esU3MVnoyCatqNSyKwIPNnni5pAtwCFe9bKg/s276/_103363154_9fb9252c-b466-4b2d-8839-816a4bba0535.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="254" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAd7gXaPvFRjUS5LSZDDT05KSB70e-bN68Id881PUgrnkbARYtvdkjvzVa8wXH6vyAxmVnqiYdGx_ZX_6Vl0nHlIx6dTELoS0Oy7ORyTBdQYrSdbA5lmdcDL9LioEiPd_5cK4hmoyqQprdlPfXLB8esU3MVnoyCatqNSyKwIPNnni5pAtwCFe9bKg/w112-h122/_103363154_9fb9252c-b466-4b2d-8839-816a4bba0535.jpg" width="112" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Jan Morris, author and travel writer, summed up the magic Ronald had generated when she wrote in The New York Times : </span><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">“Blythe lovingly opens the curtains of legend and landscape, revealing the inner, almost clandestine, spirit of the village behind. His book consists of direct-speech monologues, delivered by 49 Suffolk residents, and interpretatively linked by the author. The effect is one of astonishing immediacy: it is as if those country people have looked up for a moment from their plow, lawnmower or kitchen sink, and are talking directly (and disturbingly frankly) to the reader”.</span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And of course, Ronald added a poetry of his own : </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>'The villager is often imprisoned by the sheer implacability of the 'everlasting circle' … his own life and the life of the corn and fruit and creatures clocks along with the same fatalistic movement. Spring-birth, winter-death and in between the harvest. This year, next year and for ever – for that was the promise'.</i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjTep1l_Cf4uSPkKJqfIEKY4GMVOjY7qTtrxnahDf2LmJ0YF8dgfD18IAsxS4BgKsOKuDvI0qISTxsfMgX3mWXGNx4yX3zntvDJLobLCtQjltbaHFWaLdtYP2varZ-qgfSYHpDcHXYfbowQdezUuRbV4fQG0WzVfZ0R5hItIfElHU4VvW-0p5iY-p/s161/images%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="161" data-original-width="151" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjTep1l_Cf4uSPkKJqfIEKY4GMVOjY7qTtrxnahDf2LmJ0YF8dgfD18IAsxS4BgKsOKuDvI0qISTxsfMgX3mWXGNx4yX3zntvDJLobLCtQjltbaHFWaLdtYP2varZ-qgfSYHpDcHXYfbowQdezUuRbV4fQG0WzVfZ0R5hItIfElHU4VvW-0p5iY-p/w94-h101/images%20(2).jpg" width="94" /></a></div>In 1968, while working on the book, Ronald was interviewed about the book by the American</i></b></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> writer, historian, actor and broadcaster, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Studs </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Terkel</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><a href="https://studsterkel.wfmt.com/programs/ronald-blythe-discusses-village-akenfield-part-1">(link)</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span>and the recording of the interview provides an interesting insight into the thinking of the 46 year old Ronald at the time. Forty-four years later, at the age of 90, he was interviewed by BBC Radio and covered Akenfield at 15 minutes into the interview. <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/b01p2v8j">(link)</a></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSw7OEqaprwWFZ5IBAw3rDsdRr-owR7pPQFzNh2zOIbegNu45VbFYDCGUB2PF2S_oZsujMVTMreN2TDLKDQMcPczTZisqRKalTHapDipoItSA-UQyZ6cj0_KctQI27RVTaJfBssGU2L9QoEuvQ2KMHFfoRIP2Krh0cYkDPaY3jcbH9PVqrXeo54bB/s274/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="274" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSw7OEqaprwWFZ5IBAw3rDsdRr-owR7pPQFzNh2zOIbegNu45VbFYDCGUB2PF2S_oZsujMVTMreN2TDLKDQMcPczTZisqRKalTHapDipoItSA-UQyZ6cj0_KctQI27RVTaJfBssGU2L9QoEuvQ2KMHFfoRIP2Krh0cYkDPaY3jcbH9PVqrXeo54bB/w233-h156/download%20(9).jpg" width="233" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHwlAtdrNK2tp1ZVGsQ0HKGwluCpl4RuE5HvbvuAox2RhMZyAAfPbIhZDQnx1EkhxOuuTRpiUopXLMUBXaPeCEGwJnEGPaISaA9lBNBvJXdmt9w_agduAaKF9T7KimMddDRpN9B0DIU9zt2sPYK9StJDnrHCWJa2TIMAMHdREoLNmWBB3Wj_8D5ue/s263/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="263" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHwlAtdrNK2tp1ZVGsQ0HKGwluCpl4RuE5HvbvuAox2RhMZyAAfPbIhZDQnx1EkhxOuuTRpiUopXLMUBXaPeCEGwJnEGPaISaA9lBNBvJXdmt9w_agduAaKF9T7KimMddDRpN9B0DIU9zt2sPYK9StJDnrHCWJa2TIMAMHdREoLNmWBB3Wj_8D5ue/w141-h103/download%20(7).jpg" width="141" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>The villa</span></span></span><span><span>ge voices were never sentimental about country life as indeed was Ronald. There were quiet revelations of incest and the district </span></span><span><span>nurse recounted the old days when old people were stuffed into cupboards. Old labourers remembered the <i>“meanness”</i> of farmers who had treated their workers like machines because the big rural families delivered a seemingly endless supply of farm-fodder. The result was a picture of</span><span> the penury and yet deep pride of the old, near-feudal farming life in the 1960s in process of being pushed aside </span></span><span>aside by the juggernaut of industrial farming. </span><span>Speaking to ITV News Anglia in 2013 he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"What I feel sorry about now is that a lot of people who live in villages don't know anything about the fields, they just pass them in cars, or just walk past them on a Sunday afternoon, whereas our recent ancestors revered the fields and all their toil for centuries was on the fields. And so I think of the fields as a workplace".</span></i></b></span></div></span></span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>'Akenfield' was published in 1969 and ecstatic reviews of this <b><i>'exceptional' </i></b>and <i><b>'delectable'</b></i> book in Britain, spread to North America, where 'Time Magazine' praised it, John Updike loved it and Paul Newman wanted to film it. However, some oral historians were suspicious that Blythe had not recorded his conversations and he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I thought it was legitimate, just as a painter might want to paint the portrait of a man, to turn some of the things he said into literature, rather than something taken down by a reporter. There's a neighbour of mine, an old chap and he told me about being in the Suffolk Regiment</span></i></b> (in the First World War) <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">in Gallipoli and when he said this on his doorstep he said :</span></i></b> <b><i><span style="color: #351c75;">"I have these lines on my face because I've toiled under strong suns"</span></i></b> and a reviewer in America said : <b><i>'No one has said that to him'.</i></b> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">But he did say it to me".</span></i></b> <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It</span></i></b></span><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b> certainly was an odd and untypical remark, but it came out of an emotion which our meeting had unwittingly released”.</b></span></i></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTQLC_i91ft577WnNA5injX1UiNT0fRiF6aZiRRY-5qXGzaX6QZhwk16gpucgaPAP_Yulx_AVJaZgA7StjyIklSX5vOKiqfEyWqXi3OErqU8n4pm-5sTmsuUMZPEwwS3jhcdMJN1wwxMEoVEgN03u4Th-j9QFHO0FlKoHDMdQxP5jbt9XYtIzqyMT/s976/_128311419_mediaitem128311418.jpg.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="976" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTQLC_i91ft577WnNA5injX1UiNT0fRiF6aZiRRY-5qXGzaX6QZhwk16gpucgaPAP_Yulx_AVJaZgA7StjyIklSX5vOKiqfEyWqXi3OErqU8n4pm-5sTmsuUMZPEwwS3jhcdMJN1wwxMEoVEgN03u4Th-j9QFHO0FlKoHDMdQxP5jbt9XYtIzqyMT/w301-h171/_128311419_mediaitem128311418.jpg.webp" width="301" /></a></div>As to the film Ronald recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Peter Hall, who was born in Bury St Edmunds, </span></i></b><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">was rather overwhelmed by the book when it first came out and he asked me to lunch and wanted to make it into a film and I refused because I couldn’t think how to do it but then I wrote a film treatment and we filmed it where the book was written, in Charsfield near Woodbridge and it took over a year because we had to do it according to the farming year".</span></i></b> </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuX1l1XM124hFpWzUdImcsHKflZCU94Jb-cM4iozSAxtQCmn45qQQAXQ6gTFF0Vqomz1bbuLg6x3uD47N9sy7CUfOSz0cA70AmoQ_K9YzZEjm2p2ypu_qp_AH8D147D59-J7w4-kwgXARdHRtPG3ERvOJV2RVaEDxinwusduwMPR8OPaOPhugRlBSG/s302/2023-01-21%20(3).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="197" data-original-width="302" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuX1l1XM124hFpWzUdImcsHKflZCU94Jb-cM4iozSAxtQCmn45qQQAXQ6gTFF0Vqomz1bbuLg6x3uD47N9sy7CUfOSz0cA70AmoQ_K9YzZEjm2p2ypu_qp_AH8D147D59-J7w4-kwgXARdHRtPG3ERvOJV2RVaEDxinwusduwMPR8OPaOPhugRlBSG/w263-h171/2023-01-21%20(3).png" width="263" /></a></div><br />As the Director Peter</span><span> decided to select his cast entirely from local Suffolk people rather than actors and that they should</span></span><span> improvise scenes with no script. Ronald oversaw every day of filming</span><span> and played a role himself. He said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></i></b></span></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Peter wanted it to be as authentic as possible and so he cast many of the villagers from the area, apart from the local clergyman, who was Irish, so I borrowed his robes and I became the vicar".</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaZa4AjLDtOfy18bbt4wm93yJwXFDvJGoNQfk9VfBHR2pf0faK0g-gy_JudinGh0936ZVsLnlrQtsMt-VyDlcXLWlertB1mhheb4nrn0GG95zPNkYZLjWeS7s8IQqNoNbe8hVKQJLtuAJoJC4kl3AYJOlgVDY5pRFOvWgN-IcuYuYGei85c4xNLLt/s929/Screenshot%20(135).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="929" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXaZa4AjLDtOfy18bbt4wm93yJwXFDvJGoNQfk9VfBHR2pf0faK0g-gy_JudinGh0936ZVsLnlrQtsMt-VyDlcXLWlertB1mhheb4nrn0GG95zPNkYZLjWeS7s8IQqNoNbe8hVKQJLtuAJoJC4kl3AYJOlgVDY5pRFOvWgN-IcuYuYGei85c4xNLLt/w465-h189/Screenshot%20(135).png" width="465" /></a></div></i></b></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Nearly 15 million people watched Akenfield when it was broadcast on London Weekend Television in early 1975 and of the world we have lost said :</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span><span>"I do mourn it in a little way. When </span></span><span>I was young there would have been a lot of people here and all working the land. </span><span>Nobody is working the land now, just one chap on a tractor or a great combine. </span>I can remember horse ploughing. I can hear the jingle of the harness. I can see lots of people pea-picking in a field or singling out beets. Doing perfectly ordinary things. A landscape full of people".</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i>"I had no idea that anything particular was happening, but it was the last days of the old traditional rural life in Britain. And it vanished".</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1983 the BBC filmed Ronald Blythe narrating a film essay about his life, work and friends in Suffolk and Cambridge with extracts from Akenfield and other works. <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m001hqnw/ronald-blythe-working-at-home">(link)</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> * * * * * * * * </i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* IP Vallaway :<i> 'Marvellous'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Mark Griffin :<i> 'Really enjoyed the read'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Sheila Scoular :<i> 'Lovely piece. The passage in Akenfield which describes the dead bodies everywhere in the trenches, with bits poling out, resonated with me. My Dad was a signaller in the Artillery during WWII. At night they'd crawl out to fix the wires that ...'</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Rev Ali Miller : <i>'Wonderful. I'm hoping to watch Akenfield in March - the local cinema is showing it for one afternoon only !'</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Henry Long : <i>'A touching tribute to an extraordinary man'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* KWSnet : <i>'Well done. Particularly like the Blythe quote : "I actually haven't worked on this land but I've seen the land ploughed by horses. So I have a feeling and understanding in that respect - of its glory and bitterness". Yes, we can still feel it, at least. Then comes the understanding".</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Henry Gould : <i>'A very fine tribute to this rare poet/historian ...voice of the meek and soft-spoken salt of the earth.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>R. Blythe kindly used my first book of poems (published in 1979) for a high school class he was teaching near his home. After reading your tribute, I can see now why a little poem like this one might appeal to him'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5Izop2HkqniKwopNxPlifg7d6-kuxGFPG5MBjMV9M5i9Vdd7gkxs5SeTaz-ddfjYHT8xQbJoYm00qrqXhFfUdqywiOhrT7WMZjNZPRHfO-UQpJVDNvkmrfQt6DW15B1WtfqlZ3B4bkPCA3-uD27eWGyBW_RJnFi0pZBmWbLotTWGAyFH5PrtQZUZ/s737/2023-02-24.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="737" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5Izop2HkqniKwopNxPlifg7d6-kuxGFPG5MBjMV9M5i9Vdd7gkxs5SeTaz-ddfjYHT8xQbJoYm00qrqXhFfUdqywiOhrT7WMZjNZPRHfO-UQpJVDNvkmrfQt6DW15B1WtfqlZ3B4bkPCA3-uD27eWGyBW_RJnFi0pZBmWbLotTWGAyFH5PrtQZUZ/w414-h226/2023-02-24.png" width="414" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Daniel McGachey : 'A very thoughtful and informative tribute'.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">* David Holt - actor and voice artist <i style="font-weight: bold;">: </i><i>'Lovely tribute'.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">* JoannaToye :<i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i><i>'A beautiful tribute, more informative than any of the obits I've read'.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">* Bill Buford :<b style="font-style: italic;"> </b><i>'This isn't just beautiful, or a small contribution, but an affectionate, informed account of a unique soul at an equally unique moment'.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">* Sally Walker :<b style="font-style: italic;"> '</b><span style="font-style: italic;">It's great. My Dad's family were from Suffolk and I remember him talking of helping with the harvest for his relatives on holiday'.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">* David Stocker :<b style="font-style: italic;"> </b><i>'My mother was 3 years junior to RB, born in Horning in Norfolk. "Akenfield" brought back so many of her younger memories - smiles and sadness ! Your tribute hits the right note for me'.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">* </i>Marian L Thorpe :<i> 'That's lovely. I've never seen the film version of Akenfield, only read the book'.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><i>*</i></span><span><i> </i>VB Grey <i>: 'A lovely tribute. I only knew him late in his life, but his company was a delight'.</i></span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">* John O' Brian : <i>'Wonderful'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* Donald Learner : 'A lovely piece'.</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">* Anna Dillon : <i>'That is a superb tribute to him'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">: FranFlettHollinrake :<i> 'That's lovely, and there were lots of things I didn't know. It feels like another piece of the past has just gently slipped away'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Martin Francis :<i> 'A lovely piece of writing and a fitting tribute to a great man'. </i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Andre P. DeBattista :<i> 'Marvellous !'</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Howard Lake :<i> 'That was real pleasure to read. I didn't know he'd been a librarian in Colchester. I know that (former) library very well'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">David Taylor :<i> 'Splendid'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Carole Bruce :<i> 'It's a wonderful tribute'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Graham Palmer :<i> 'A great summary of the man who nearly didn't write Akenfield'.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Lathish Shankar :<i> 'Good writeup, and it was a worth read’.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">June Girvin : <i>'I enjoyed that.'</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">John Goodman :<i> 'Very good indeed'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Andrew McAlister :<i> 'Thank you for the link to your lovely word portrait'.</i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ruth Watkins : 'Lovely tribute. I walked the Norfolk countryside when I was teenage in the 60s. Two of the remaining farmers were called 'No hedges Hall' and 'No trees Beales'. Red poppies and viper's bugloss still in the cornfields and ponds with moorhens in field corners'.</span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mary Cunnane :<i> 'It's excellent'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sally Walker : <i>'It's great. My Dad's family were from Suffolk and I remember him talking of helping with the harvest for relatives in his holidays'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">David Stocker <i>: 'My mother was 3 years junior to RB, born in Horning in Norfolk. "Akenfield" brought back so many of her younger memories - smiles and sadness ! Your tribute hits the right notes for me'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Joanna Toye :<i> 'It's a beautiful tribute, more informative than any of the obits I've read'. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bill Burford : <i>'This isn't just beautiful, or a small contribution, but an affectionate, informed account of a unique soul at an equally unique moment. Thank you. Wonderful !'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">David Holt :<i> 'Lovely tribute'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Daniel McGachey <i>: 'A very thoughtful and informative tribute'.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-75651756737859626952023-01-13T09:11:00.007-08:002023-01-21T11:49:57.634-08:00Britain says "Farewell" to Tom Karen its 20th century Giant of Industrial Design and Gentle Genius Toymaker<p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNB6n-eUANhcwVllAiYSVUlixUca6-m62oK7N0ENzz0zwwR4HL-Ms81HNcuSCX5JyO_jZl4r438g8flT671Jq_rr8NuBb90NDDn-UrlMlUzrgh25vhhesOnF5x63dEdjoEUjykBPkDvTvSoVIAW7XacKMOyWDLhoxT7PlnfKcITwitAu4mAgj-ganB/s222/P6V42IFI3ICMH3MMCUMC.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="222" data-original-width="164" height="102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNB6n-eUANhcwVllAiYSVUlixUca6-m62oK7N0ENzz0zwwR4HL-Ms81HNcuSCX5JyO_jZl4r438g8flT671Jq_rr8NuBb90NDDn-UrlMlUzrgh25vhhesOnF5x63dEdjoEUjykBPkDvTvSoVIAW7XacKMOyWDLhoxT7PlnfKcITwitAu4mAgj-ganB/w75-h102/P6V42IFI3ICMH3MMCUMC.jpg" width="75" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Tom, who has died at the age of ninety-six, will best be remembered for the work he red and undertook as Managing Director and Chief Designer of 'Ogle Design' from 1962 until 1999. It was here that he oversaw design of the Bush Radio TR130 radio, the Bond Bug and Reliant Scimitar GTE cars, the kid's Raleigh Chopper bike and a series of lorry cabs for Leyland. </span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-IlmB-UYf2KFAv5yKbhUZqvU8pGjbWn126gOgM0WXR-apgMVat9lHm_UL1ediqybVzUHzanPNEG_NvRfc_O1zowPhRB6bLTzqgYkL5TfHNyPmRA9Zry1PHpNZxuzJcr87qPO1eMYxoiuXYXtaaap5P6UYPeaaDqg2z5e9tkP7jLPDlf1NDLhNZq9/s96/s-l96.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="96" data-original-width="96" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-IlmB-UYf2KFAv5yKbhUZqvU8pGjbWn126gOgM0WXR-apgMVat9lHm_UL1ediqybVzUHzanPNEG_NvRfc_O1zowPhRB6bLTzqgYkL5TfHNyPmRA9Zry1PHpNZxuzJcr87qPO1eMYxoiuXYXtaaap5P6UYPeaaDqg2z5e9tkP7jLPDlf1NDLhNZq9/w70-h70/s-l96.jpg" width="70" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UmOSxFw0I6imZnPB04rnend_Tod0R9IYXc-IQETm4VA6PzCPHKZHC0S4CI1RSJSPm4hqcmhN1c7qMWPu4HN9vmYquPVx2cK448sNcygtHd_bTE2R2h2JcbGDBTzdkSY8e22y7Idi391NUa7sbKqU6iOWGO2aqCXqIblCjWvSNr-BG0g7UzBT7hUu/s1488/VRY86TU6UKDZFJGGSCQU.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_n2zcftq5iZVzamX7ZHO55GqgaOJYON7p8tw6Wl0GjMB0mNyIOf-lxqrGt0_s4AfSx5ce6QHDFWbGcbdpEFQmHPfNl9Qshmukc10LOcME8ywGgYG3vsfIIHK6Hr9mI_cJ3ZuE4vd117FSPfkAo-JnoTdSABnuiCbz1E_FbzLAj8XVRcfdwcZcFjL8/s1200/Tom_Karen_Marble_Run.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="1200" height="73" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_n2zcftq5iZVzamX7ZHO55GqgaOJYON7p8tw6Wl0GjMB0mNyIOf-lxqrGt0_s4AfSx5ce6QHDFWbGcbdpEFQmHPfNl9Qshmukc10LOcME8ywGgYG3vsfIIHK6Hr9mI_cJ3ZuE4vd117FSPfkAo-JnoTdSABnuiCbz1E_FbzLAj8XVRcfdwcZcFjL8/w113-h73/Tom_Karen_Marble_Run.jpg" width="113" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">It was, however, for his 'Marble Run' toy, sold by Kiddicraft, that he himself was most proud and would have liked to have been remembered. Certainly his description of its creation provides us with the insight into the workings of his richly creative mind. Although the toy did not make a lot of money for the company, Tom said : </span></span><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b> 'I think I may be more proud of this product than of any car I’ve designed.'</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><br /></b></span></i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tom steered Ogle towards toymaking in the late 1960s and said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> 'Back then, in the late 1960s, design organisations never touched toys. They left them to the specialist toymakers. Yet the tide was turning: in December 1967 the Design Centre held a small ‘Under Fives’ exhibition showing innovative designs for toys and nursery furniture'.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jmxt20A4c_IaxPo-Ga3St_abTbwTzxZUENoaKfWSV0FV_gowsFDMePSgfN5C6PHBTDtOyYfZazAXI8LiQnjOtVb6Y0l3oirV7qMBWXUz1cj8gPhIwm9UDM_iPIJ5FTuK5A0yhQmj7tjLub4MyigZ4igcA_s3x4gfkOY6Kj1j8to1GV4Y3Erh1gIK/s500/639383.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="500" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jmxt20A4c_IaxPo-Ga3St_abTbwTzxZUENoaKfWSV0FV_gowsFDMePSgfN5C6PHBTDtOyYfZazAXI8LiQnjOtVb6Y0l3oirV7qMBWXUz1cj8gPhIwm9UDM_iPIJ5FTuK5A0yhQmj7tjLub4MyigZ4igcA_s3x4gfkOY6Kj1j8to1GV4Y3Erh1gIK/w140-h92/639383.jpg" width="140" /></a></div>His first toy was a wooden Lotus 49 car : 'With big back wheels and rubber tyres, and transfers that gave it the look of a real car. Part of the beauty of this toy lay in its fidelity to the original: I remembered from my childhood how much I had valued the accuracy of toys such as my Water Line ships, or my beautiful wooden Lysander (aircraft) '. 'Children do appreciate toys that are beautifully formed – or so I believed'.</span></i></b> In 1970 he made the <b>wooden F1 racing car </b>with real rubber wheels, big at the back, small in front.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHWQeL4H014njJh6TNNU_E3wlhK-hNyPtkY_lGSZpq3MjvgySA1GCN0b2iMLn-b_1Zb7s6j8UiugiHtTZB-Iw7mL35_TKTtPkIM1kai7MF7TPYpmdwGZJAn7O5fJFtQeaIykHUMjfTfwsFmTWr225inehbZB47UrVFqqCFuFU94j3HSnb2S7FvPas/s1500/Wooden_swords.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="905" data-original-width="1500" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHWQeL4H014njJh6TNNU_E3wlhK-hNyPtkY_lGSZpq3MjvgySA1GCN0b2iMLn-b_1Zb7s6j8UiugiHtTZB-Iw7mL35_TKTtPkIM1kai7MF7TPYpmdwGZJAn7O5fJFtQeaIykHUMjfTfwsFmTWr225inehbZB47UrVFqqCFuFU94j3HSnb2S7FvPas/w216-h130/Wooden_swords.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>With his own young family growing up, Tom said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'I would make countless playthings for my own children : not just the usual theatrical props, I made </span><span>many swords,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> but unique creations which filled them with delight, such as a lovely little wooden desk that I made for Eugenie, with little holes for her yoghurt-pot pen-holders'. </span></i></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7m7x_k2OMQsae92ER-F_97YdMRRwrq3FR6IvZQ8glJZShmOCafGfOgQHm1llZdv5r29-fHaMyOPVYXcrBVq4OCio2bysbJTABaongCuaAH9vDnmpW6hY4gujev1HTjMdQRvUd5Mc1jjCvn9uUEgGp86MGFGPH10OZ957LCNGfhsTHc-obRVzOO_eb/s165/images.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="130" data-original-width="165" height="73" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7m7x_k2OMQsae92ER-F_97YdMRRwrq3FR6IvZQ8glJZShmOCafGfOgQHm1llZdv5r29-fHaMyOPVYXcrBVq4OCio2bysbJTABaongCuaAH9vDnmpW6hY4gujev1HTjMdQRvUd5Mc1jjCvn9uUEgGp86MGFGPH10OZ957LCNGfhsTHc-obRVzOO_eb/w93-h73/images.jpg" width="93" /></a></div></span><span>Tom confessed : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'The truth was, I liked making playthings because I still liked playing myself : I often used to unwind in the evenings assembling little plastic </span>Airfix models of aircraft.<span style="color: #990000;"> Who could be better qualified to explore new toy ideas with a child’s perspective in mind?'</span></i></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig811yufRf9QNXyTcLwCE7izSjLQZx33nRqrK9FFP1Q6FvaQsA_-2j4XZpdUeLmP1qi5Xa-1vUVI59O9d8ldcoAz1z5lcPPvgkesDOsa1FSCLjQl5GDBxHUqnT6JW-wH8HX2QHOKM3Cxm1ZfVkOBG66mx2PIH6E-qAxvRUCWBd8ehgZcFIXi3Z3jGS/s1662/MJVODMGUQV7T33CW8NK4.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1662" data-original-width="1080" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig811yufRf9QNXyTcLwCE7izSjLQZx33nRqrK9FFP1Q6FvaQsA_-2j4XZpdUeLmP1qi5Xa-1vUVI59O9d8ldcoAz1z5lcPPvgkesDOsa1FSCLjQl5GDBxHUqnT6JW-wH8HX2QHOKM3Cxm1ZfVkOBG66mx2PIH6E-qAxvRUCWBd8ehgZcFIXi3Z3jGS/w80-h124/MJVODMGUQV7T33CW8NK4.jpg" width="80" /></a></div>In 2020, at the age of ninety-four and in his autobiography, 'Toymaker', Tom had written : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'My Marble Run means so much to me that I can call every detail of it to mind without reference to a physical example. It is one of my most perfectly resolved designs. What I love about it is that it came from nothing – or almost nothing. It met a hitherto unidentified need; it was beautifully executed; and, as a result, it was spectacularly successful'. </span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9Z8W06ilRLoUdiiQ861PRQRx4a_TK5nePke7uS5UOJ-CmHh9mZ5iLlZt0E8V8UV3me4790x3U6cjPJOyR9m7sv2ngDpPZran8uaVserv9UxOybGH8wtPeZNRHGBSlp6M-KwaTmnPvJhlgX69axBuGyspE0nq6ZkRF79DVkx5v4kBm8_lQG4q06WH/s338/il_1588xN.2468268129_njav.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="338" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9Z8W06ilRLoUdiiQ861PRQRx4a_TK5nePke7uS5UOJ-CmHh9mZ5iLlZt0E8V8UV3me4790x3U6cjPJOyR9m7sv2ngDpPZran8uaVserv9UxOybGH8wtPeZNRHGBSlp6M-KwaTmnPvJhlgX69axBuGyspE0nq6ZkRF79DVkx5v4kBm8_lQG4q06WH/w143-h124/il_1588xN.2468268129_njav.jpg" width="143" /></a></div>Giving the reader a glimpse inside his wonderfully creative mind he said :</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> 'Like many of the best ideas, it began with an everyday observation. My sister had given our children a traditional wooden marble run toy. It was a simple wooden device, a bit like an empty picture frame, with three sloping sticks of wood zig-zagging across the space within it, each with a track through which a marble could roll. You dropped a marble in the top and watched it roll down : zig, zag, zig, "clatter". . . That was all'.</span></i></b><span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=1833888899982868"> (link)</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8EM6lWBjS9oP6S1MPh0fY0BIsmbpQyjY48qzYQXGdretkWR11uWaW4vv4kUp4rTBxuDXgOFo4_zg-0syFLw45GsCm9NbzSDiQRp9EEAq4Ob2ce90ZWhfnHb-oey41AqsoLZNpsVfdy7IRI95ZTPAdRr3tvartuz4CANYj6ID_4Ny9yHtudGuf-78/s377/xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="294" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8EM6lWBjS9oP6S1MPh0fY0BIsmbpQyjY48qzYQXGdretkWR11uWaW4vv4kUp4rTBxuDXgOFo4_zg-0syFLw45GsCm9NbzSDiQRp9EEAq4Ob2ce90ZWhfnHb-oey41AqsoLZNpsVfdy7IRI95ZTPAdRr3tvartuz4CANYj6ID_4Ny9yHtudGuf-78/w119-h153/xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.png" width="119" /></a></div>Tom said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'I began to think about how the toy might be improved. Could a more imaginative development of the core concept create a better experience? If so, how? Such questions are the essence of design. I mulled it over. Every now and then, I would make an exploratory drawing, to free my mind to consider the next step.' 'Wouldn’t it be better, I asked myself, if the marble zigged and zagged in a more interesting way? What if you could vary the route? What if there was some element of challenge and reward?'</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLs_YnAYe5rt1gH0OV284Y50pUW47R02wL89IwDsHv1HlFv78JsLNb4lm434l_HNPl44AAjQybO6QzA0-NhhNSmZgfeUrDpaO4uSpDqgDfvqxFug0UXSq44U0lo55kDWSdPdKQQiGMM-es7UBDK10UDIQyx971gb3JfbcPZDGZ4kOp6919DGRqzjE/s331/7-3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="326" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLs_YnAYe5rt1gH0OV284Y50pUW47R02wL89IwDsHv1HlFv78JsLNb4lm434l_HNPl44AAjQybO6QzA0-NhhNSmZgfeUrDpaO4uSpDqgDfvqxFug0UXSq44U0lo55kDWSdPdKQQiGMM-es7UBDK10UDIQyx971gb3JfbcPZDGZ4kOp6919DGRqzjE/w181-h184/7-3.jpg" width="181" /></a></div>It was at this point Tom said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'Suddenly, the answer came to me. What would really transform the game would be to let children build the run themselves. They could build it in different ways, depending on how ambitious or impatient they were feeling. They could still enjoy the sounds and the sights of the marbles rolling down the run, but that would be only part of a much richer satisfaction. I knew at once that this was a winning idea. I also knew that it would only work if the whole thing was thought through to the tiniest detail'. 'At every level, in each possible configuration, it needed to work. In a sense, it was as ambitious as anything I had attempted. At least with a car you only have to design one configuration at a time. But for that very reason I was confident that, if I got it right, my Marble Run would be a brilliant toy'. </span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlFv0nG4soAuVqqGjHoItnzZcynPNFDymqgPGslWHte4nVBX3kZy681TPlXyS0-7SrPLyRFXXaS1Ih1I82GR3FReHhWkOhfe-oGhqeRbqsgCsedZYUl9sRnuOxIweQ9vMr0yfD2xBA5L3NIel2lnYpf_DUGjiNyDdEpYEkMs45AJcNmAm19q6KMJs/s375/s-l1600.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="375" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlFv0nG4soAuVqqGjHoItnzZcynPNFDymqgPGslWHte4nVBX3kZy681TPlXyS0-7SrPLyRFXXaS1Ih1I82GR3FReHhWkOhfe-oGhqeRbqsgCsedZYUl9sRnuOxIweQ9vMr0yfD2xBA5L3NIel2lnYpf_DUGjiNyDdEpYEkMs45AJcNmAm19q6KMJs/w246-h144/s-l1600.jpg" width="246" /></a></div>Tom said : '<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I wanted with just three kinds of part : </span>bridges, spacers for adding height and hoppers, <span style="color: #990000;">in which marbles could collect, which were mainly for the start and finish but could also be used in between. Players could construct from them any kind of structure they wanted, weaving and winding in three dimensions like mad plumbing systems. And then they could watch the ‘runs’ they had envisioned being turned into reality by rolling marbles – a set of which would also be included in the game'. </span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZSjC0Gzom_nDM8XCUS_Wjy36N9HLsYPaJfM89ywIURUENUbqlQXcTy4JihmHhR0wEFmWqh4y0LpI0YUldM-RDxSa9xxzKhmfbv3zAr1PgYX51KuoIdUVL8russlj0YqbJMLwdNfyHGA7OpRZXp-rVeF1CBPPmhIEa-ftmPqC0ABDQX01FmFkk7GW/s380/5-3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="306" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZSjC0Gzom_nDM8XCUS_Wjy36N9HLsYPaJfM89ywIURUENUbqlQXcTy4JihmHhR0wEFmWqh4y0LpI0YUldM-RDxSa9xxzKhmfbv3zAr1PgYX51KuoIdUVL8russlj0YqbJMLwdNfyHGA7OpRZXp-rVeF1CBPPmhIEa-ftmPqC0ABDQX01FmFkk7GW/w124-h154/5-3.jpg" width="124" /></a></div>He continued : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'I have heard from countless adults who played with my Marble Run as children and kept it for their own children. In some cases, the toy is already being enjoyed by a third generation. How many toys can boast that kind of classic status? One of its secrets, I think, is the fact that, like other successful products I have designed for children, including the Chopper, it respects the user. Millions of children around the world have enjoyed playing with the Marble Run. What more can one hope for? Many toys today often seem to be designed with the adults who will pay for them in mind rather than the children who will play with them. It’s all about profit and packaging . No one is thinking about how much lasting satisfaction the child will get from it'.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i>'The best toys aren’t necessarily those that make the biggest profits, they’re the ones that are also used with love, the kind of thing you’d select if you were woken in the night and told to choose one favourite toy to take with you before fleeing for your life with your family. I like to think that, for many people, the Marble Run has been that kind of toy. It is a gift that keeps on giving. And that means far more to me than the fact that we should have negotiated a more lucrative contract'. </i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZu4Dk4CGpaxUnELyrMjs_kEFjvGkeOTEsXRFYVxvgec8vpAMShQWN8qWKUBsPJgbCz_r3QqlGOg3loJcjRohNI8aief32YmBMkiQxzfyPo77voV7BRLM7_Bed_gvs97gxnNc5_qix5TA9tVmdPJwBtsp7uHcu7GZRd3fV2wtZD-flqtrIJ5qrdysY/s420/Screenshot%20(125).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="420" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZu4Dk4CGpaxUnELyrMjs_kEFjvGkeOTEsXRFYVxvgec8vpAMShQWN8qWKUBsPJgbCz_r3QqlGOg3loJcjRohNI8aief32YmBMkiQxzfyPo77voV7BRLM7_Bed_gvs97gxnNc5_qix5TA9tVmdPJwBtsp7uHcu7GZRd3fV2wtZD-flqtrIJ5qrdysY/w272-h130/Screenshot%20(125).png" width="272" /></a></div>When Tom referred to one <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'favourite toy',</span></i></b> he was reflecting what had happened to him when he was thirteen, in Czechoslovakia, in 1939 and grabbed a few of his die-cast Waterline Warships before he and his family fled the country in fear of their lives with Hitler's invasion and experienced two traumatic years as refugees before achieving sanctuary in Britain.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2UhYNNArnJUqMMCD_6IY5oRwiBDqS0S5fDdLzeFBk6Y3039OPYnRZFgLe6A7uYOcce9AwdThDya2t4l7B7e95SGBc_rydb9EW6vRg9oJm1ih71OIzkM9jE6DpgmXYF6bHSFfw6FKgRI1cJLyh4Hutpecc4U-4DNKI0P4DMsWcy48scOp_T0MBeLBZ/s220/220px-Bundesarchiv_Bild_146-1970-005-28,_Anschluss_sudetendeutscher_Gebiete.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="152" data-original-width="220" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2UhYNNArnJUqMMCD_6IY5oRwiBDqS0S5fDdLzeFBk6Y3039OPYnRZFgLe6A7uYOcce9AwdThDya2t4l7B7e95SGBc_rydb9EW6vRg9oJm1ih71OIzkM9jE6DpgmXYF6bHSFfw6FKgRI1cJLyh4Hutpecc4U-4DNKI0P4DMsWcy48scOp_T0MBeLBZ/w307-h212/220px-Bundesarchiv_Bild_146-1970-005-28,_Anschluss_sudetendeutscher_Gebiete.jpg" width="307" /></span></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_PUOgjmgVcTPUbilgqaP4XR7X3tV5vwp3pYqJrZ2RFOzDNN-i9_bFk6wvts7YOjSMuA3RvyidWw05vHWbuGOPuMdDKQp_hqguLk7taf2XtiOIlPaD2KCNUV96-MCQFhX6b8eK5PaXicABXEuj_exyRcWHdLVJrQzYG6WVJa5ROjZm_yKeeAbopxC/s372/Screenshot%20(123).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="372" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_PUOgjmgVcTPUbilgqaP4XR7X3tV5vwp3pYqJrZ2RFOzDNN-i9_bFk6wvts7YOjSMuA3RvyidWw05vHWbuGOPuMdDKQp_hqguLk7taf2XtiOIlPaD2KCNUV96-MCQFhX6b8eK5PaXicABXEuj_exyRcWHdLVJrQzYG6WVJa5ROjZm_yKeeAbopxC/w191-h128/Screenshot%20(123).png" width="191" /></a></div>Tom said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Our family name was Kohn, which is a Jewish name. Both my parents were totally irreligious but with that name we didn't stand a chance"</span></i></b>. His father, seen here with his mother, was arrested and : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Somehow, after three days, my father’s release was arranged. The Gestapo kept his passport, but he quickly made arrangements with contacts in the Czechoslovak Air Force to have a new one made. He then escaped to Poland on foot, before flying first to Sweden and then to the UK. There were no goodbyes. One day he was with us; the next, he wasn’t". </span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tom, his mother and brother and sister got to Belgium and then went to the south of France and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'We had periods of being hungry and at some stage we were staying in a dreadful unhygienic place'</span></i></b> but they got visa permission to travel from Spain to Portugal and then Britain. In 2020, ay the age of ninety-four, Tom said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I feel so sorry for every kind of refugee. I know what it is like but they have it much worse than I ever did. It is terrible that families and children are drowning in the Channel. It is just appalling”.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The experience of three years as an itinerant refugee in Europe left an indelible mark on him, to the extent that and in 2020 he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"The British establishment, ridiculously class-bound and traditionalist, had taken me, a maverick designer, to its heart and had made me very happy by doing so. Perhaps it seems odd that, after so much success, I should still have felt the need for the reassurance of an official accolade. But that’s what happens when you’ve been a refugee. You never quite feel safe enough to relax. I know that, no matter what comforts and luxuries I possess today, they can all be taken away from me tomorrow". </span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXKVBN39VoVYPjwSr_A43VGYOFZomkyQyORhulIhu0Ln9SeamvlcC8VuBsPeJWW8SfgefsHjPGGtxWqcJrW-xSpPMYWfYO7A6YuOo2dhxCsQsKhfJtG9abHFce1LRkdaMvVvyKT2CDxYvVWgAwx1DfS8YE8_k11eF64Ute-FKtvH2_V2SMgk0Kvgh/s283/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="283" data-original-width="178" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXKVBN39VoVYPjwSr_A43VGYOFZomkyQyORhulIhu0Ln9SeamvlcC8VuBsPeJWW8SfgefsHjPGGtxWqcJrW-xSpPMYWfYO7A6YuOo2dhxCsQsKhfJtG9abHFce1LRkdaMvVvyKT2CDxYvVWgAwx1DfS8YE8_k11eF64Ute-FKtvH2_V2SMgk0Kvgh/w81-h128/download%20(1).jpg" width="81" /></a></div>Tom took a series of jobs, before realising he wanted to become a commercial designer and retraining at Central St Martins in London. At the age of thirty in 1956, he provided an interesting insight into his character when, at that time, when he and his Mauritian born, future wife, Nicole, went to see John Osborne’s 'Look Back in Anger' at the Royal Court, starring <b>Kenneth Haigh as Jimmy Porter,</b> which made a deep impression on him. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vyfiY3LcWvm6lCU5Pcz-zDEbCgP2ba0gjtFyfVDun9NKpSEqHLMLTdP33FOmAvBEOYepvgqC1-gDwvWoRsUEp_y_3HW6GrC99Lr6nTka1C8Z-3gyzf0OwMvu_AdgQCz2I4BNwmM_c3JG2jka0zhpfi4zI18gFjiPZMmToOHqI8qFDHrub-UYDl67/s800/intro-look-back-anger-crop.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vyfiY3LcWvm6lCU5Pcz-zDEbCgP2ba0gjtFyfVDun9NKpSEqHLMLTdP33FOmAvBEOYepvgqC1-gDwvWoRsUEp_y_3HW6GrC99Lr6nTka1C8Z-3gyzf0OwMvu_AdgQCz2I4BNwmM_c3JG2jka0zhpfi4zI18gFjiPZMmToOHqI8qFDHrub-UYDl67/w258-h145/intro-look-back-anger-crop.jpg" width="258" /></a></div>He recalled : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'The play had opened more than a year earlier, but the waves of its initial impact had failed to reach Dagenham. Now it hit me with all the explosive power that had scandalised the theatre-going public at its premiere. This incoherent cry of a young man’s rage at establishment complacency felt as though it had been written with me in mind. I saw it repeatedly, and sometimes I felt like standing up and punching the air in support. Life had treated me kindly, compared with what millions had suffered in wartime. Britain had treated me kindly. I had been extremely lucky in material terms. I had made a good start on a career path that made use of my talents. I had a home I liked, and I was even learning to form friendly relationships. What did I have to complain about?'</span></i></b><span> </span><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiRDHZnI-ow&t=1m35s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He continued : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'Yet I was restless, even so. I had, and still have a deep-seated instinct that tells me that things could be better. This makes me hostile to the establishment’s default idea that things are fine as they are. I am always looking for better ways of doing things. Often, in terms of design, at least, I find them, but that’s only half the battle. A good idea needs a receptive audience, otherwise, it risks being lost and forgotten. I hated the thought of that happening'.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>'One of the most popular playthings I have created recently consists of <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQwzS95UXexeTp7ky4oS9DU-jFV9zqUCVzgTQaZ0M1rdP3WFWr6H8G4yhjQtCGlQbGyfv0AIPxzQrNN4Jmau9SDNSIFS2lrG0Exrq-WlnKcz-91spW1BVThfsZxewRfem1faFgM35XMSbjjTH9hq7GpLgPBb3BKH9xlVgmwT5eNajvpCYOnUC8fIH/s1000/BigBrix_tree.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQwzS95UXexeTp7ky4oS9DU-jFV9zqUCVzgTQaZ0M1rdP3WFWr6H8G4yhjQtCGlQbGyfv0AIPxzQrNN4Jmau9SDNSIFS2lrG0Exrq-WlnKcz-91spW1BVThfsZxewRfem1faFgM35XMSbjjTH9hq7GpLgPBb3BKH9xlVgmwT5eNajvpCYOnUC8fIH/w109-h145/BigBrix_tree.jpg" width="109" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBXNnOFD8ANT5dVz-9kSf_o_Xb2YQHAX-aTXVdkKIkD-45RspYAjF0cEtoOqnGQwRLABXETk4WvP-8cf3Qn-FvvSGu0Oloer7LeQExPi5O-PEDLEesRhvfQNtM9OllumICNtz7jnc64rj89uLcLZ0V0C8cXIybW0Wr4ELFh6APBuUyQpDGDv4Lz6W/s1000/BigBrix_chair.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBXNnOFD8ANT5dVz-9kSf_o_Xb2YQHAX-aTXVdkKIkD-45RspYAjF0cEtoOqnGQwRLABXETk4WvP-8cf3Qn-FvvSGu0Oloer7LeQExPi5O-PEDLEesRhvfQNtM9OllumICNtz7jnc64rj89uLcLZ0V0C8cXIybW0Wr4ELFh6APBuUyQpDGDv4Lz6W/w115-h154/BigBrix_chair.jpg" width="115" /></a></i></b><b><i>little more than big blocks of wood. I call them Big Brix. They’re about s</i></b></span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ix inches long with the same proportions as ordinary bricks, but of course they’re wooden: I went to a local wood yard to buy some big lengths to cut down. The idea is that you see how big a tower you can make with the Brix, and part of the fun is the horrendous racket they make when the tower collapses. They’re always the first thing the younger grandchildren run to. I’d like to market Big Brix commercially, as I think they’d be a huge success. I still think about designs for adults too, but the adults I have in mind are basically today’s children'.</span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=2294084780605593">(link)</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixL7gMBG44PR2Q56pbvbknssFw64R8X8M0UgoQEWl3Uf40jeC-FtA7mc5HtlOh796O0twDxnXmAioinCimUISBTJoA4HSEanGfn0W9z9XZRZ0nNr41vrL59TLGTRFMj06OxAOg14bn0XvNbyp00DCn-2jkSPeMBzOz0QWvilc2vechcxRf2-0iy555/s393/mmmmm.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="283" data-original-width="393" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixL7gMBG44PR2Q56pbvbknssFw64R8X8M0UgoQEWl3Uf40jeC-FtA7mc5HtlOh796O0twDxnXmAioinCimUISBTJoA4HSEanGfn0W9z9XZRZ0nNr41vrL59TLGTRFMj06OxAOg14bn0XvNbyp00DCn-2jkSPeMBzOz0QWvilc2vechcxRf2-0iy555/w165-h118/mmmmm.png" width="165" /></a></div>Tom's drive to create pleasurable and challenging toys for children and his joy at embracing their company, as seen here with his grandchildren, can be traced back to his own lonely and neglected childhood in Czechoslovakia in the 1930s where he said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'We lived in Hlinky, a broad, curving, tree-lined avenue in the south-west of the city, far from most of the industry. Locals called it ‘millionnaires’ row’. Our house, known as the</span><span> 'Kohn Villa', </span><span style="color: #990000;">was one of its larger buildings. I was born Thomas Joseph Derrick Paul Kohn. We weren’t a very happy family, but we were rich'.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHSr9F2dy6k9Fj-9q0Azs99oM5B4ZtCNOJ_gekHyVMZgXk41Up4eYvQDejfllHpVaGgAfRMyjmjfJJMoS3OFwEvoxz4jWGz69KyRA8zpcgtLOl9mq8Vp-ZuQQPCSv0lM3q297wGb7VW44kRyhwOxlYkQ3nOiPVMx4JKhpBxPokbwk3eCw3rkTCX25/s225/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="225" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHSr9F2dy6k9Fj-9q0Azs99oM5B4ZtCNOJ_gekHyVMZgXk41Up4eYvQDejfllHpVaGgAfRMyjmjfJJMoS3OFwEvoxz4jWGz69KyRA8zpcgtLOl9mq8Vp-ZuQQPCSv0lM3q297wGb7VW44kRyhwOxlYkQ3nOiPVMx4JKhpBxPokbwk3eCw3rkTCX25/w105-h105/download%20(3).jpg" width="105" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">He said that he and his brother and sister : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'Had everything money could buy and we could not possibly have been considered deprived in any material sense, but normal children would have ridden their bicycle in the park with friends. We had no friends. Our cycling was restricted to circuits of the path around our garden'.</span></i></b> The fact that in later life Tom was never happier that when he was surrounded by children as seen in here, with him surrounded by his grandchildren. With children in mind his 'A Little Look at Bottoms' was published in 2004. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQb6KIuDgZI">(link)</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaSJuWr-5b9-wPvL_h9mHiI3RjcXw9ooBEn3Q-F8IuxzNnKrLEvQbs4W33rmMlQozTi4bZH-nay16DyjhzdJJ2gyqDbyKEf2bOX-8UHDQCIjye4jNKKmzCZIUtzjAaIq4UnsymZp_dnj7saIAnYJOdJe7FD3i3EzLOLr1uZr92Nk_GIuJGeOy9TDL/s386/2023-01-04%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="386" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaSJuWr-5b9-wPvL_h9mHiI3RjcXw9ooBEn3Q-F8IuxzNnKrLEvQbs4W33rmMlQozTi4bZH-nay16DyjhzdJJ2gyqDbyKEf2bOX-8UHDQCIjye4jNKKmzCZIUtzjAaIq4UnsymZp_dnj7saIAnYJOdJe7FD3i3EzLOLr1uZr92Nk_GIuJGeOy9TDL/s320/2023-01-04%20(1).png" width="320" /></span></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXoq8cwvL5RDcWqcaYjWg4K4-62URyZLDGIHXs3L5aH2GBf5Gx16T_EGmgHjpMdwvh5iffmmLfHFS_IJY69aqSSxmjdH-cQpV7qwBD8o5upcy0BvzP6WTXIe4hBHpVDM8tWtJxUZF-Y1aZ56Sg9lpPm4W__GRoz9WIwM4IdHhRQH7osPJcHQ7Zp7_/s288/Screenshot%20(124).png" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="226" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXoq8cwvL5RDcWqcaYjWg4K4-62URyZLDGIHXs3L5aH2GBf5Gx16T_EGmgHjpMdwvh5iffmmLfHFS_IJY69aqSSxmjdH-cQpV7qwBD8o5upcy0BvzP6WTXIe4hBHpVDM8tWtJxUZF-Y1aZ56Sg9lpPm4W__GRoz9WIwM4IdHhRQH7osPJcHQ7Zp7_/w75-h96/Screenshot%20(124).png" width="75" /></a></div>Tom said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'Looking back I can see my childhood was very lonely. At the time </span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I hardly realised'. </span></i></b><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpmK_NEFhKIzcxMzUT92Xytg7ZsllZSuoSZOFmrJWjoQKmY2pgVe8R28T_IKga928n8wgG9RQ6o-suclJwRPSmKjRHLzKorIAvalswYGCph7ItO70omqcUFA2qzNqmnZIH80Hf3lt6FAcAmOVmAwXQ32mTaCV2CP6JTl7zr8OSUws2j7vYziEwOVa/s386/Screenshot%20(127).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="386" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpmK_NEFhKIzcxMzUT92Xytg7ZsllZSuoSZOFmrJWjoQKmY2pgVe8R28T_IKga928n8wgG9RQ6o-suclJwRPSmKjRHLzKorIAvalswYGCph7ItO70omqcUFA2qzNqmnZIH80Hf3lt6FAcAmOVmAwXQ32mTaCV2CP6JTl7zr8OSUws2j7vYziEwOVa/w171-h116/Screenshot%20(127).png" width="171" /></a>He failed to get on with his elder brother Felix who wouldn't let him play with his Bugatti Type 35 pedal car and his sister was too young to be a companion. He said that when he looked at the portrait his grandfather had painted of him when he was twelve :</span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> 'I am surprised how cheerful I look. Perhaps that is why I don't recognise myself'.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In addition, his mother and father's marriage was loveless and : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'There was no conversation at family meals, just relentless oversight of our manners. I spent long hours detained at the dining table until I had finished my last vegetables'.</span></i></b> There were no questions about what he had done at school : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'It really wouldn't have taken much effort to work out that my talents and interests related to shapes and appearances of things. When I was two I could recognise twelve different makes of cars. I was never taken to galleries or museums or encouraged to draw, or given any kind of creative start in life'. </span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGld8_OyAnESnr-HjGv8Aw3Vg1oMkSDf9D7YeRnHSrdZ-BuNktcsQS78hqEWGvCEhEQGMRPonUJd2qUVOZf2mTUuLUQxEUiAtHs_oAfBfxXKvEu7QlxxKxrI28iigaoZIKV23ERKjcQdwCgCOg345JEde2yKAgvIOm9BYv1_0S99ZL1SjfGTncd_iS/s259/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGld8_OyAnESnr-HjGv8Aw3Vg1oMkSDf9D7YeRnHSrdZ-BuNktcsQS78hqEWGvCEhEQGMRPonUJd2qUVOZf2mTUuLUQxEUiAtHs_oAfBfxXKvEu7QlxxKxrI28iigaoZIKV23ERKjcQdwCgCOg345JEde2yKAgvIOm9BYv1_0S99ZL1SjfGTncd_iS/w163-h122/download%20(2).jpg" width="163" /></a></div>Despite his brilliant and successful career as a designer, Tom never lost that feeling of being the outsider and said he : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'Felt somewhat shunned by the design establishment. In the 1970s and 1980s, London’s big design names tended to rub shoulders at the same fashionable parties, associations and clubs. I was rarely asked to join them, and sometimes I felt that I was specifically excluded. During my time at Ogle, the RSA gave more than 50 designers its Special Honour, the 'Royal Designer for Industry' award, but it never gave one to me. As far as I am aware, neither the Design Museum nor the V&A has ever shown any of my work'. </span></i></b>It wasn't until he was ninety-two in 2019, that he finally collected his <b>OBE for 'Services to Design'</b> at Buckingham Palace.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tom said : </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i>'Children are born with an urge to build and create. Toys that allow them to explore this urge fascinate them'.</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b><i>'Deep down, in some sense, I have never fully grown up. I find it easy to relate to children because I think like a child. That’s why I enjoy my grandchildren’s company so much: we see the world in much the same way'.</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">'Designing things was a doddle. It was everything else that was difficult.'</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-7891185018431814272022-12-31T07:38:00.008-08:002023-01-19T11:11:35.861-08:00Britain says "Farewell" to Film Director Mike Hodges ever to be remembered for his movie masterpiece : 'Get Carter'<p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYSD1wcXSBesJu-jx3ofLftrzhNgXtNz1Cd4tsN38QrhYzKe4rHzi3Z0LaFPHDxtlbE0FgrGBIdIFyG-SDdEybQGqY7LkQ1iSxGoag4seqLUDc0LxFFNFUxK6Bx42JwEOQZZ1xzSBQqF_NNr3l72JHgZRpfErFytsr9Yd1yZnjyztb5f03a5che27/s225/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYSD1wcXSBesJu-jx3ofLftrzhNgXtNz1Cd4tsN38QrhYzKe4rHzi3Z0LaFPHDxtlbE0FgrGBIdIFyG-SDdEybQGqY7LkQ1iSxGoag4seqLUDc0LxFFNFUxK6Bx42JwEOQZZ1xzSBQqF_NNr3l72JHgZRpfErFytsr9Yd1yZnjyztb5f03a5che27/w146-h146/download%20(3).jpg" width="146" /></a></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7bIytMEDKS-hiP1dFronZg_iQd-rL8dgtuU7mSDsiDqni4bI1vc-WCijkKcNJKFgVS5eaoOj7PgVey5rukUV16TPu_DZ_Sr9gpjd_cRfaZS8ScKphXO5XOwNGCBjBIx1KhZjASdZx-xRub6T3OfUfgkuTWOhNd7cOOKhVI1xPyU04s3fB1krIsvD/s256/download.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="197" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7bIytMEDKS-hiP1dFronZg_iQd-rL8dgtuU7mSDsiDqni4bI1vc-WCijkKcNJKFgVS5eaoOj7PgVey5rukUV16TPu_DZ_Sr9gpjd_cRfaZS8ScKphXO5XOwNGCBjBIx1KhZjASdZx-xRub6T3OfUfgkuTWOhNd7cOOKhVI1xPyU04s3fB1krIsvD/w95-h124/download.jpg" width="95" /></a>Mike, who has died at the age of ninety had a long and varied career in the media as a screenwriter, television director, playwright and novelist, but it was, at the age of thirty-nine in 1971, as the director of the big screen movie, 'Get Carter', that he will best be remembered. <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=get+carter&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjYtLyV_6P8AhVzSUEAHeYVDs4Q_AUoAnoECAEQBA&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:a927b542,vid:0NtstlDW0Zo">(link)</a> The creation of the film was coloured by his life-changing experience of two years National Service in the Royal Navy which left him highly critical of the corruption in 1970's Britain and and its execution, by the skills and working methods Mike had gained from his earlier career in television.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkJpkRhz30MXA2rXFKzrRvHGy3SwOYi14SIz4YfX7JO8GfLcW_ztmy_fff0eyEgKb5QuyPgbQ69smZ91E0dxNB1sPM5dsOUNkiDDqDS4zOvtiE0aLmYnxJe46P200NPZeqYoMDS-nzKqFV4uI9hV4HocvYfY0YIJgi2eqmrE7U8C4HR3fkdv_itE4/s1240/2905.webp" style="font-style: italic; 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margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="285" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdHoJXGKZ1ZltULkPJ7x8nf3QVvbjcDEIt1-82l5wVTCPzydohiJ3p60CbtMNRLkLnZ4mxyQBjGoIOuk8Slcc21AvOindtK0rwbgDe85uKs6EZ0YI9HDKgALLvNXaxN2mI2iKxiMiZCXvd6HRGcDhAWT_Gd39oRAj83asipFw-5bIBWG-2MJEl1KI/w213-h132/download%20(2).jpg" width="213" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Mike was born in Bristol in the summer of 1932 and grew up in a middle class, semi-detached house in a cul de sac, the son and only child of Norah and Graham who worked for the Will's Tobacco Company as a commercial traveler. As a result of the itinerant nature of Graham's work, the family moved to Yeolvil and then to Salisbury and it in that cathedral city that Mike spent his formative years. Norah was a devout catholic and as there was no catholic school in Salisbury, at the age of seven Mike began to attend <b>Prior Park College</b> as a boarder, twelve miles away in Bath.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODhMzhmKEPXHhkVz234IHF25jpYGGbwK-4U8xkDzToLI7fA2C6dK4isogxRkWA9fmPh3SGLbfpU_V8zjhM6K-1nnyJXNlzAQtrX6FmUgP012-hwLhQEe_5eA70c3m6H0StzdKVabm-G02fpA96dwpnNnzCY6XmfzjXB4Vpw0OsgzN5UpiGbFeeFQ3/s325/shopping.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="228" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODhMzhmKEPXHhkVz234IHF25jpYGGbwK-4U8xkDzToLI7fA2C6dK4isogxRkWA9fmPh3SGLbfpU_V8zjhM6K-1nnyJXNlzAQtrX6FmUgP012-hwLhQEe_5eA70c3m6H0StzdKVabm-G02fpA96dwpnNnzCY6XmfzjXB4Vpw0OsgzN5UpiGbFeeFQ3/w120-h171/shopping.png" width="120" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">It was here that Mike first became smitten by the movies and recalled : </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"I</b></span></i></span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><b>n the winter and autumn months, there was one film every fortnight, which was an absolutely magical </b></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">experience. The first one was </span>'Top Hat' <span style="color: #990000;">with Fred Astaire". "</span></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">You got enamored. It seemed so magical"</b><i style="color: #990000;">. </i><span>He was five years old and still in school in Salisbury </span>w</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGOwWDjficquLkfndXANwg4VPgGfn2I-Ic4H15S_08y9v6tyD64eOtFcpBd3afY3-DkVgKBokvFdk4UWfDLIyi_Jqf_33rh26h44_ONiK00odgIdDmvyLyQfWBAgcKeRAa93p9cjD-lUT_zRNznUzf9eI1wRijudcuEOGyHowJE0SiLDbzNLdsRwC/s293/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="172" data-original-width="293" height="85" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGOwWDjficquLkfndXANwg4VPgGfn2I-Ic4H15S_08y9v6tyD64eOtFcpBd3afY3-DkVgKBokvFdk4UWfDLIyi_Jqf_33rh26h44_ONiK00odgIdDmvyLyQfWBAgcKeRAa93p9cjD-lUT_zRNznUzf9eI1wRijudcuEOGyHowJE0SiLDbzNLdsRwC/w145-h85/download%20(1).jpg" width="145" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;">hen the movie directors Powell and Pressburger came to film scenes for<b> 'The Return of the Scarlet Pimpernel'</b> at Prior Park School.<b> </b>In later life Mike saw fit to add this to his own 'fascination with the movies' mythology when he said :<b> <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I didn't know who they were. Even so I cut some classes and got into terrible trouble, so I could watch what was going on". </span></i></b>They obviously chose the school for location because of its Georgian grandeur. As time went on, when at home in Salisbury, he said he secretly sneaked out to watch films at the ABC Regal or Gaumont two or three times a week. In addition, he got involved in school amateur dramatics.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When interviewed in 1998 Mike said of that the school was run by the Irish Christian Brothers : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"Who are pretty renowned religious thugs. </b></span></i></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So it was a curious education really. I escaped from there at the age of fifteen having got to the age of matriculation with a distinction in 'Mathematics' and a credit in 'French'. I had wanted to get into the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts to do the stage management course, but my parents couldn't conceive of me doing anything like that. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">I mean, I was obsessed</span></span></i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><i> by the cinema already. Because I's got this distinction in Mathematics they had decided that I'd be articled to a chartered accountants. That's what I did at fifteen". </i></span></b></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1o1VGfLeQLbgrttH_aaixPvCuu_Cb7K06HoBy_DzyqqW33YmKpaWEUYTJGHKbBSmbDTXARHTOTOeMu6jP-D3gsl_3l0xDTRnbHedsa4EXGwl6K3t0gQZfA-cXsqOeDlnH711XDEKToNFgxJtRoQ-DyLK0FM4TQA6dRUT8SYo9FNk8BI1vCCt3oEG/s261/download%20(7).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="193" data-original-width="261" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1o1VGfLeQLbgrttH_aaixPvCuu_Cb7K06HoBy_DzyqqW33YmKpaWEUYTJGHKbBSmbDTXARHTOTOeMu6jP-D3gsl_3l0xDTRnbHedsa4EXGwl6K3t0gQZfA-cXsqOeDlnH711XDEKToNFgxJtRoQ-DyLK0FM4TQA6dRUT8SYo9FNk8BI1vCCt3oEG/w130-h96/download%20(7).jpg" width="130" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTg6cH0m0LGpRPrzmaT_hL2MLF5DVnPdo41ceeIEE7r4n24wNgIQBkkzAfGfjY0xyWRyhZ98edm5i4RUl-tgOtTiKfojWwSLMgim76-zxo_zRUvqROX2P1zwXjFR12dhFMwcpkY76y4V3PxdaEg3d3CBxrIT3OQh19INqcWx83K8jbYfWmhI61HyA/s293/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="172" data-original-width="293" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTg6cH0m0LGpRPrzmaT_hL2MLF5DVnPdo41ceeIEE7r4n24wNgIQBkkzAfGfjY0xyWRyhZ98edm5i4RUl-tgOtTiKfojWwSLMgim76-zxo_zRUvqROX2P1zwXjFR12dhFMwcpkY76y4V3PxdaEg3d3CBxrIT3OQh19INqcWx83K8jbYfWmhI61HyA/w154-h90/download%20(5).jpg" width="154" /></a>His firm was was the Dickensian sounding 'Fawcett, Brown and Pinniger' and with them until the age of twenty, he had followed a five year correspondence course in accountancy which he said he had <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"not liked at all" </span></i></b>and he qualified at a second take at his exams at the age of twenty-two in 1954. He now had to undertake his two years National Service in the Royal Navy and said : <b><span style="color: #990000;">"</span><i><span style="color: #990000;">I </span></i></b><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b> applied to the Navy and got in and to my parents horror turned down a commission as an officer"</b>.</span></i> He did this because that : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"I was likely to be stuck in a barracks. So I went on the lower deck which was the most important thing I ever did, probably in my life, because it was a complete revelation to me. A complete education"</b>.</span></i></span><span>He served on two mine sweepers, <b>HMS Coquette </b>and<b> Wave </b>and was recognised as an 'Able Seaman' when he left two years later. </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The whole experience had a profound effect on Mike who said : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"As a rating, an Ordinary Seamen, I was free to explore every corner of every impoverished fishing port around these Islands. Clad in my bellbottoms, blue collar and white cap, I witnessed scenes of such Hogarthian depravation that I experienced a sort of epiphany. From being a young Tory and recently-qualified Chartered Accountant, I became a passionate Socialist".</b></span></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MrqycMwqp4tjIaF-wzuz5CMcZ_dPWkAw-EfEW2xzWfeo2w_vMWInL_UrQrrySEgu6Fz8B9yWNu0JZ7ejTzjZgj7kNEZWtZuMm04HiJutg5HJK8dZPBx8LSyPnF6OqxZFYR7E2axZ_h20zo18_lUcPitj7gi4XeKBPfN9GDvEYgZXTg-10ZHrkIo-/s341/Screenshot%20(121).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="341" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MrqycMwqp4tjIaF-wzuz5CMcZ_dPWkAw-EfEW2xzWfeo2w_vMWInL_UrQrrySEgu6Fz8B9yWNu0JZ7ejTzjZgj7kNEZWtZuMm04HiJutg5HJK8dZPBx8LSyPnF6OqxZFYR7E2axZ_h20zo18_lUcPitj7gi4XeKBPfN9GDvEYgZXTg-10ZHrkIo-/w196-h111/Screenshot%20(121).png" width="196" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>It was 1956 and he now went to London and for a time lived off the expenses he got for applying for jobs as a chartered accountant and then got a foot in the door of the new and coming medium of television broadcasting and got a job as a<b> teleprompter </b>using the new American device which came with the advent of commercial and live tv. Mike said : </span><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"The advantage was that you worked with every single company - Granada, BBC, ATV. ABC. So you were going round all over the place. It was an immense experience working in a vast studio. Fears fell away. In addition to which you were able to observe so much what was going on. It was an amazing curve for me".</b></span></i></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEK2l8kvFc3Rimed-o243xdfFHg-0MolFg51PiCH0gFIpwkkjdF-inJFzpTDvhM4wmBfcMt7dgMDTGB1tNxSQz1O-LC8H8S42Yc-_Doh4SgEJLuS3yczUxDi_5T_sjuKKZpEEUUk7naXPiIyex34UgbVbYmgeEduf3AS297ruou3ghb99sOrX6-S5K/s250/download%20(8).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="250" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEK2l8kvFc3Rimed-o243xdfFHg-0MolFg51PiCH0gFIpwkkjdF-inJFzpTDvhM4wmBfcMt7dgMDTGB1tNxSQz1O-LC8H8S42Yc-_Doh4SgEJLuS3yczUxDi_5T_sjuKKZpEEUUk7naXPiIyex34UgbVbYmgeEduf3AS297ruou3ghb99sOrX6-S5K/w175-h129/download%20(8).jpg" width="175" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">In his spare time he now wrote scripts for for TV advertising magazines and made enough money to allow him, after two years, to leave work as a teleprompter. He now became the editor of ATV's 'Sunday Break' which had been designed for a young audience and which he now changed by taking out the music and </span><span style="font-size: medium;">steering it towards the more serious subjects such as gambling and alcoholism. This was followed by him landing the job as a writer for <b>'World in Action',</b> the weighty investigative current affairs programme made by Granada Television for ITV and his scripting, at the age of thirty-one, in 1963, 'The British Way of Death'.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAng2WRy80Q9ShzwKZr0PXI7wU3d-FVYv2xUAbye4Ye7jJZUf9fXyqJAlwzx-rFVQumEFiRUFFK1TAWLHfU7ngpK0pMmZAgqrYsCSV3phHCED1fMkI8M4jZ4ryxF22zZy6VggpQJHH6zRQJlxIPSfv5IwUddjMH0njjnbsHCg5De7mH7t-WI7PzP3Y/s272/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="185" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAng2WRy80Q9ShzwKZr0PXI7wU3d-FVYv2xUAbye4Ye7jJZUf9fXyqJAlwzx-rFVQumEFiRUFFK1TAWLHfU7ngpK0pMmZAgqrYsCSV3phHCED1fMkI8M4jZ4ryxF22zZy6VggpQJHH6zRQJlxIPSfv5IwUddjMH0njjnbsHCg5De7mH7t-WI7PzP3Y/w83-h121/download%20(9).jpg" width="83" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Mike made the jump to film director when, in 1969 he directed an episode for 'ITV Playhouse', 'Suspect' in which a proud woman coldly concentrates on keeping up appearances when her 50-year old husband and a young schoolgirl go missing at the same time. The following year came 'Rumour' in which a </span><span>hard-bitten newspaper reporter is drawn back into the world of sleaze he had hoped to have left behind.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUGqKSvp0Yi1M7V73118fpgBvV_C33rNRRsd3U-GJs8n5jFLwQ0mFu0W0yS24ZJ9G7S1LeD2HmFcT8O_IX0dLgLlwkXMCLe60La5Bx_s4_N8rVQVLZxdw4ZlK2rSYhtpEY8PHLw1eGr1dk8hR-ME59Hwqu1-NHTczEG60Og1XKxBoHzWO9my8ZMTi/s157/images.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="157" data-original-width="118" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUGqKSvp0Yi1M7V73118fpgBvV_C33rNRRsd3U-GJs8n5jFLwQ0mFu0W0yS24ZJ9G7S1LeD2HmFcT8O_IX0dLgLlwkXMCLe60La5Bx_s4_N8rVQVLZxdw4ZlK2rSYhtpEY8PHLw1eGr1dk8hR-ME59Hwqu1-NHTczEG60Og1XKxBoHzWO9my8ZMTi/w98-h130/images.jpg" width="98" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Mike recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"In those days there were only three television channels so the<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TFLbWW-eD68Af6xbZ9FHfpc4oUgdwv-7_8JOxXuSNuFlioNjoSQDS1PfqXLj9SARYrT6rU1-85C5BZCeBmiDBZfOhpg26Tke_WV9aDjiH3yTetm6n8XZW6Nudz8aH8xiyr9NHUF9pl0-pOPlPYeeS_jMY2pcJM81rRYTHWuhOCgn2yyrNEMjMfJX/s594/ted_pewis_jacks_return_home_with_letters_3-600x800.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="413" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TFLbWW-eD68Af6xbZ9FHfpc4oUgdwv-7_8JOxXuSNuFlioNjoSQDS1PfqXLj9SARYrT6rU1-85C5BZCeBmiDBZfOhpg26Tke_WV9aDjiH3yTetm6n8XZW6Nudz8aH8xiyr9NHUF9pl0-pOPlPYeeS_jMY2pcJM81rRYTHWuhOCgn2yyrNEMjMfJX/w106-h152/ted_pewis_jacks_return_home_with_letters_3-600x800.jpg" width="106" /></a></span></i></b></span><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> audiences were huge. Consequently your profile could, if all went well, be pretty high. Feature producers watched out for any emerging talents. Presumably because they were cheaper than established directors but also because there was a certain kudos to finding new contenders".</span></i></b> He was spotted by <b>Michael Klinger</b> who had earlier spotted Roman Polanski who made his first English films,</span><span> '</span><span>Cul-de-sac' and 'Repulsion' </span><span>with him. Mike said : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"When Klinger sent me 'Jack’s Return Home', a novel by Ted Lewis, and asked if I wanted to adapt and direct it as a feature film, I couldn’t resist". </b></span></i></span><p></p></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><b>"It rang all sorts of bells with me because Jack Carter, h</b></span><i style="color: #990000;"><b>e's going up North to investigate the dubious death of his brother. The were scenes in pubs and clubs and lots of strange places that I recognised from my days in the Navy. So I knew instinctively the kind of milieu that he was moving in because I was on the lower decks and when you went ashore, all these ports, like Hull and Grimsby, are the kinds of places you ended up in and there was no where that would accept you. So I knew what the man was writing about"</b>. </i><span>Harking back to younger days at sea, when he described himself as a 'passionate socialist', he said :<b> <i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b></span><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>While not sharing the psychopathology of Jack Carter, I certainly shared his anger". </b></span></i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span>Mike brought the speed with he worked in television to the production and writing the script, casting it, finding the locations and shooting it took only 32 weeks. He said : </span><span><b style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">"Michael Caine's name was never mentioned initially. Once he'd seen the first draft, he quickly came round frankly I was surprised because Carter was such a shit. I mean he's such an unpleasant men that I couldn't conceive a star taking the role"</b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">. </span></span><span>Mike spent four days with Michael Caine and his chauffer driven Cadillac, looking at possible film locations and focused on </span><span>Newcastle and North Shields and began to fit the novel to Newcastle where he said : <i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"As soon as I saw those huge rust-coloured bridges stretching across the Tyne I knew this was Jack’s manor". </b></span></i></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxZ3FNlkebiJHIWxd_AACgqp-PidyaFmrj-wNAuKcaYDYJ8XEwFrTNzEujHKxv1Anw1jZ6tr9whJ2YfkHh65cuT8ngOEUHEH3_wT4Enqkcd3Dzlv2JVWWuHNj9J1DdYx7CN9TgYV_so4ez9VRuSiuqunFq1R8A_MeGdH-H3qCbXQ1bcqY5NU327Qi/s253/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="253" height="97" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxZ3FNlkebiJHIWxd_AACgqp-PidyaFmrj-wNAuKcaYDYJ8XEwFrTNzEujHKxv1Anw1jZ6tr9whJ2YfkHh65cuT8ngOEUHEH3_wT4Enqkcd3Dzlv2JVWWuHNj9J1DdYx7CN9TgYV_so4ez9VRuSiuqunFq1R8A_MeGdH-H3qCbXQ1bcqY5NU327Qi/w122-h97/download%20(6).jpg" width="122" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> Mike said that given t</span><span>he deprived nature of the locations they stopped at made him, sitting in luxury in the back of the Cadillac, a little uncomfortable. </span><span>Without rancour he said that from a total budget of £750,000 : </span><span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>"Michael was paid £100,000 and a big percentage. I got £8,000 for writing and directing and no percentage".</b></span></i></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwr-zXa0uezvf8b30-XQQDbpJrErRmN43yz0ebtsBdnbdRaBODZyHiEWCR_0EgZUrRZZ51ZDqGD0X_qPyZFaWLVnsqmYTm88J9Oflp2eHAAhN9BVrYHC_0OmpcReHEaOpKEpFf7GqLAQ1JsyztfMP1V0SC1Dz5RcYPzEHc5C84tRFsu3VDbX8fMgZ/s750/Get-Carter-1971-Behind-The-Scenes-Michael-Caine-Ian-Hendry-Benwell-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="750" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwr-zXa0uezvf8b30-XQQDbpJrErRmN43yz0ebtsBdnbdRaBODZyHiEWCR_0EgZUrRZZ51ZDqGD0X_qPyZFaWLVnsqmYTm88J9Oflp2eHAAhN9BVrYHC_0OmpcReHEaOpKEpFf7GqLAQ1JsyztfMP1V0SC1Dz5RcYPzEHc5C84tRFsu3VDbX8fMgZ/s320/Get-Carter-1971-Behind-The-Scenes-Michael-Caine-Ian-Hendry-Benwell-20.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span>The evidence of social and economic deprivation in the north-east had a profound effect on Mike and he said he : <i style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">I found the British very complacent about the state of its community. They were unwilling to face how deep the cancer of the country's class system ran. The corruption that stemmed from such desperate inequality infected society from top-to-bottom; parliamentarians, lawyers, police, media. All had, or wanted to have, their noses, in the money trough. In fact shortly after I'd finished the shoot in Newcastle its mayor and other dignitaries were convicted for taking whopping bribes". </span></i></b></span></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhio_XfpmfoRgNAmnlvYREo3M-VJ6e7hGmxJI-69RBjo8kxvOsM_zJZJ6NqV5I81YK70xjF3e-B0fiqR3_EMl4-QbTlqFwIiVTO2KT1N3sUAwkOWKxIBHKNB3XQZNLgZ4s965RW06PRrLcJEyhoGC7jDez9QDW5nJB4b-XTCnOK1m9-Xcr82J1phYEL/s253/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="253" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhio_XfpmfoRgNAmnlvYREo3M-VJ6e7hGmxJI-69RBjo8kxvOsM_zJZJ6NqV5I81YK70xjF3e-B0fiqR3_EMl4-QbTlqFwIiVTO2KT1N3sUAwkOWKxIBHKNB3XQZNLgZ4s965RW06PRrLcJEyhoGC7jDez9QDW5nJB4b-XTCnOK1m9-Xcr82J1phYEL/w141-h111/download%20(4).jpg" width="141" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>When it came to the inspired casting of <b>John Osborne,</b> playwright, screenwriter and actor most famous for his 1956 stage play, 'Look Back in Anger' as the gangster Cyril Kinnear Mike said :</span><span> <span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"My agent at the time was also Osborne’s and, out of the blue, he suggested him. We met and liked each other. John’s talent for invective intimated that there was another side to him than the affable playwright. You’re right. Chris Wangler, my brilliant sound recordist, asked for John to project more. I resisted his pleas and simply moved the camera closer. John’s decision to speak quietly was clever. So mundane; so sinister". </span><span style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">When it came to playing the card scene he said :</span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "It was the toughest scene I had to shoot. Boxing myself in by setting it in a bay window made it even harder for all concerned. I covered it to the best of my abilities, and being forced to move closer and closer on Kinnear, helped me in the end". </span><a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=get+carter+the+cards+game&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjP1q7XiaT8AhU1QkEAHWNNAvIQ_AUoAnoECAEQBA&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:283f98c9,vid:wJX72Y_vx6E">(link)</a></span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7u4BfvJZh_Pt8pBJIdRIp3C39hNnGRfOU4GeXSIwJ8ygCo9qqz4V6wGIlEVjJ5CRH7cFdjiF9kVe17Wup55IrKaeISC8jABwCbqD4jX0v-rz4dHvI_SO3Ebb-egL2OKTxy3nhNZyic4ET0h2fW-2gp3VFUV0fD4FGl5oijcCgjeqFQ4fKQK6A1c5S/s1195/Screenshot%20(122).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="1195" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7u4BfvJZh_Pt8pBJIdRIp3C39hNnGRfOU4GeXSIwJ8ygCo9qqz4V6wGIlEVjJ5CRH7cFdjiF9kVe17Wup55IrKaeISC8jABwCbqD4jX0v-rz4dHvI_SO3Ebb-egL2OKTxy3nhNZyic4ET0h2fW-2gp3VFUV0fD4FGl5oijcCgjeqFQ4fKQK6A1c5S/w460-h172/Screenshot%20(122).png" width="460" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Quotations :</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">To Eric :<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKs6dTNlcq0&t=0m10s"> "D'you know ? I'd almost forgotten what your eyes look like. They're still the same. Piss holes in the snow".</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>To Cliff Brumby :</span><span> </span><a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=get+carter&tbm=vid&ei=M0-wY93iMuG78gLdjab4CQ&start=10&sa=N&ved=2ahUKEwidyKKkkKT8AhXhnVwKHd2GCZ8Q8tMDegQIDxAE&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:b752026a,vid:Tb2-ZKm0oE4">"You're a big man, but you're out of shape. With me ? It's a full time job. Now behave yourself".</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">To Albert : <a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=get+carter&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiQgNqulKT8AhXcSkEAHe1DAaoQ_AUoAnoECAEQBA&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:c1da5e5a,vid:c1XrvepOkTE">"I know you didn't kill him. I know".</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Mike was philosophical about the fate of his greatest film and said :<i><span style="color: #990000;"> <b>"Soon after its release in 1972, the film was banished to the dark shadows of cult status. It was, after all, not considered a very nice film here in the UK. But then most of my films have been more appreciated beyond these shores, particularly in the US and France. That changed when, in 2009, the BFI decided to release it again; albeit in a limited way. This time around I think British audiences found the endemic corruption intimated in its every frame more acceptable. By then their rose-tinted glasses were off. We no longer saw our country as a beacon of propriety, and law and order. </b></span></i></span><span><span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Our parliamentarians, police, press, the whole damned edifice, had been found to be wanting. They all had their noses in the money trough. The cancer of greed had reached every organ of British society. Maybe, just maybe, Get Carter had been an accidental augury? " </span><a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=get+carter&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi79PSJj6T8AhUbHcAKHXn_BgQQ_AUoAnoECAEQBA&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:889403a4,vid:8kMhcf8eyiA">(link)</a></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Mike once said : </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><i style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">"Mordant humour has always attracted me. Being indoctrinated a Roman Catholic at an early age has left me with the “grim reaper” as my constant companion. The only way I can cope is to laugh at him".<a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=get+carter+final+shot&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiZ6sfaiqT8AhXfTEEAHWDxAAwQ_AUoAnoECAEQBA&cshid=1672497529437693&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:58991feb,vid:t-iHjUKkoWM"> </a></i><a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=get+carter+final+shot&source=lnms&tbm=vid&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiZ6sfaiqT8AhXfTEEAHWDxAAwQ_AUoAnoECAEQBA&cshid=1672497529437693&biw=1233&bih=601&dpr=1.5#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:58991feb,vid:t-iHjUKkoWM">(link)</a></span></p>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-46677441722928996272022-12-29T07:43:00.008-08:002022-12-30T11:46:05.102-08:00Britain in 2022 said "Goodbye" to twenty-three remarkable old men and women, who in life, enriched it by their presence<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>January 2022</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Gary Burgess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjLvNHhhR9XutvvHuR3Zh5fHVO6CVHdRCW0egfVQHfnnGYcelaB7YZGu9-JXHaCZCAz6QIySrxRdURnl2B-z9CLtTsPIXjF7UmKqEHoNT8_Ji5eDdrdt_ir9W-8H9QTbPxcCDhWYV_BTqobJUuYdwQ8UXTRsbB-SphWWZDpphwP2IBaIES8PYkgOK/s101/download%20(5)%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="89" data-original-width="101" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjLvNHhhR9XutvvHuR3Zh5fHVO6CVHdRCW0egfVQHfnnGYcelaB7YZGu9-JXHaCZCAz6QIySrxRdURnl2B-z9CLtTsPIXjF7UmKqEHoNT8_Ji5eDdrdt_ir9W-8H9QTbPxcCDhWYV_BTqobJUuYdwQ8UXTRsbB-SphWWZDpphwP2IBaIES8PYkgOK/w181-h159/download%20(5)%20(2).jpg" width="181" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><b style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/01/britain-says-goodbye-to-much-loved.html">Britain says "Goodbye" to the much-loved, brave and remarkable Radio and Television Journalist with a zest for life called Gary Burgess</a> </b><span style="font-size: x-small;">link</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Bill Bryden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8vnb6xNMSPCKyrx9PntXGjDrwWAwjEbcSUv3tP1mHf7tt968GP48bA3cyYNLF01sQNYX9CPriOYP0cMV37Y31ULyqXlwpDpAX4wGaSTC41U8cWDliybudBYavUp6e7h03zCKlyFy7oYzkn64ok-FEmcl6XWu5kF5BAVilG2UP57dlYfkKVY9FbIo/s137/b25lY21zOmUyODAyMzU3LWJmYjAtNDgzYi1iNmI1LTEyMWZmYmM5NTliNDo1NGIwYTI1NS0wNDI2LTRhYTgtOTA2OC0xZmY5ZmE2OTI2YzI=.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="119" data-original-width="137" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8vnb6xNMSPCKyrx9PntXGjDrwWAwjEbcSUv3tP1mHf7tt968GP48bA3cyYNLF01sQNYX9CPriOYP0cMV37Y31ULyqXlwpDpAX4wGaSTC41U8cWDliybudBYavUp6e7h03zCKlyFy7oYzkn64ok-FEmcl6XWu5kF5BAVilG2UP57dlYfkKVY9FbIo/w182-h158/b25lY21zOmUyODAyMzU3LWJmYjAtNDgzYi1iNmI1LTEyMWZmYmM5NTliNDo1NGIwYTI1NS0wNDI2LTRhYTgtOTA2OC0xZmY5ZmE2OTI2YzI=.jpg" width="182" /></a></div></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><b><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/01/britain-has-lost-but-scotland-made-that.html" style="font-size: large;">Britain has lost, but Scotland made that Giant among 20th Century theatre directors, Bill Bryden</a><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">link</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Wyn Calvin</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4jHKmzfyfoNQgvo95Ku8LA7oHPcOBksJa54bZHyWKRDYgAH-niNk_Jx2bnplbCa1cSxUdsCbCrujThrnDsEWEaZtZAbz958RfuJ5tfe6MTbL27Z-W5SxOkY4XM5_dxr_VI89UQImXZDlS6k-cSw5KlBG1St8rck4XkomlkJXoARbaY3UdjrOUrKjS/s138/2_rbp_mai310120wyn1398JPG.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="138" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4jHKmzfyfoNQgvo95Ku8LA7oHPcOBksJa54bZHyWKRDYgAH-niNk_Jx2bnplbCa1cSxUdsCbCrujThrnDsEWEaZtZAbz958RfuJ5tfe6MTbL27Z-W5SxOkY4XM5_dxr_VI89UQImXZDlS6k-cSw5KlBG1St8rck4XkomlkJXoARbaY3UdjrOUrKjS/w203-h135/2_rbp_mai310120wyn1398JPG.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/01/britain-is-country-which-has-lost-but.html">Britain is a country which has lost, but Wales was the Nation that made Wyn Calvin, its 'Prince of Laughter'</a> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Francis Jackson </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2lM7WVEpQve_uVt9covTto9d6roj-gizEJkAfw9NUIBa4vPXVAm-5u6XF0Tup_c62A1Mu3dkoTxydAzTJEAeBjZuBRk-itKo1LT1gak_x_2hHUDALHeoUq-UgeoM5-kyajMi8Vo452zIs8pMDpVU1qoD78Fkxs39n11v5scDbm5cDlaLLDuVW3uv2/s202/york-composer-organist-francis-jackson.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="202" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2lM7WVEpQve_uVt9covTto9d6roj-gizEJkAfw9NUIBa4vPXVAm-5u6XF0Tup_c62A1Mu3dkoTxydAzTJEAeBjZuBRk-itKo1LT1gak_x_2hHUDALHeoUq-UgeoM5-kyajMi8Vo452zIs8pMDpVU1qoD78Fkxs39n11v5scDbm5cDlaLLDuVW3uv2/w220-h146/york-composer-organist-francis-jackson.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/02/britain-is-no-longer-country-for-and.html">Britain is no longer a country for and says "Farewell" to Francis Jackson, Giant of 20th Century Organ Recitalists</a> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">February</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">March </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Shirley Hughes</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkwK26Wm6MPyJtxNNIajjb8ssehbOEpnXyXjGbF4hr2NRImA_DIVbnHee4RdlWFiZeQMD-OUvgtOI-459acsOKPLn0CPQFBdsyXqBcTwan6Rf16zbtN8BM0KkMHr8B2U3UjSdMtlyU_IGKMjYaFC0ds3xOslTvE4fML3OyDgk9TUu447H7QgNF3Ja/s117/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="78" data-original-width="117" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkwK26Wm6MPyJtxNNIajjb8ssehbOEpnXyXjGbF4hr2NRImA_DIVbnHee4RdlWFiZeQMD-OUvgtOI-459acsOKPLn0CPQFBdsyXqBcTwan6Rf16zbtN8BM0KkMHr8B2U3UjSdMtlyU_IGKMjYaFC0ds3xOslTvE4fML3OyDgk9TUu447H7QgNF3Ja/w258-h172/images.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/03/britain-says-farewell-to-shirley-hughes.html">Britain says "Farewell" to Shirley Hughes, much loved Illustrator and Author, who captivated successive generations of children with her books</a> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">April</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Garry Leach</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Gt2TTYhXmcsgFsUFiwHdXwE0jNmqE4GZXbUHzRfGJuNuERXG8F76dmRsiyCtIR9ChBc0aTLWptcr52xtCimZJ8jCvq4MIC6pgWM080dX7W0EYTev-SVLV70b40xohrrdECt0K3NvvKDW9TEqZuJnukyd1Gkr1Jal651XuwvYvfyyRVzcnLIn8epm/s281/download%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="157" data-original-width="281" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Gt2TTYhXmcsgFsUFiwHdXwE0jNmqE4GZXbUHzRfGJuNuERXG8F76dmRsiyCtIR9ChBc0aTLWptcr52xtCimZJ8jCvq4MIC6pgWM080dX7W0EYTev-SVLV70b40xohrrdECt0K3NvvKDW9TEqZuJnukyd1Gkr1Jal651XuwvYvfyyRVzcnLIn8epm/s1600/download%20(2).jpg" width="281" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/04/britain-says-farewell-to-its-prince-of.html">Britain says "Farewell" to its Prince of Comic Strip Illustrators, Garry Leach</a> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mick May</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNdn28JhxUl2rvL_5Y12Ww312HK1TNSPxCUqTrg4I1XtiYAS77cg9bwbIMlIq_KaofYaLKMQb9WShp-IS_6fVWrrOziUTHQRkyzIpirq95RlNTijRL9OHfveaH5JFUDLfJ8qlRmU8_d7Qe4d_uiG9uljA3DU0Hh8t1Fzyqxyxn1WOU5cwLySHHsXb/s114/mick-may-730x749.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="114" data-original-width="111" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNdn28JhxUl2rvL_5Y12Ww312HK1TNSPxCUqTrg4I1XtiYAS77cg9bwbIMlIq_KaofYaLKMQb9WShp-IS_6fVWrrOziUTHQRkyzIpirq95RlNTijRL9OHfveaH5JFUDLfJ8qlRmU8_d7Qe4d_uiG9uljA3DU0Hh8t1Fzyqxyxn1WOU5cwLySHHsXb/w189-h194/mick-may-730x749.jpg" width="189" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/04/britain-says-good-bye-to-one-honorable.html"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Britain says "Good Bye" to one 'honorable' old Etonian called Mick May, who left City banking to rehabilitate ex-co</b></span><b style="font-size: large;">ns with work and then faced an early death with nobility </b></a> <span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Yvonne Blenkinsop</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREGighz3VnD_x8hABlkhpdyc2bQWsQJYTUdlyDpyevZ0Lh0Of3rIAgB14MszNjYVqk56mcIjmOKpjx_6jTd9a1tn_NFSRIXVwKJB1CiwKq7RJI2kl2TUWaO8CWjuGJbkJcXGazvBwFW5OZN9jdz01ymi2MxygaI3ExI6gNvQDLVGXGi-_QKopeN0A/s115/download%20(5)%20(3).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="115" data-original-width="103" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREGighz3VnD_x8hABlkhpdyc2bQWsQJYTUdlyDpyevZ0Lh0Of3rIAgB14MszNjYVqk56mcIjmOKpjx_6jTd9a1tn_NFSRIXVwKJB1CiwKq7RJI2kl2TUWaO8CWjuGJbkJcXGazvBwFW5OZN9jdz01ymi2MxygaI3ExI6gNvQDLVGXGi-_QKopeN0A/w170-h189/download%20(5)%20(3).jpg" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">May</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/04/britain-says-farewell-and-thankyou-to.html"><b>Britain says "Farewell" and "Thankyou" to the last of Hull's 'Headscarf Heroes', Yvonne Blenkinsop</b></a> </span><span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Robert Gilmour</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmymx_Ev9iOef-HZm53QrujHQM4AtTHyR9CAQw82VpOFPO6Pgd61dRC0TAPHZrO1egI3em00WYKKs4T4e4884t-K54wKFTpMdvLDYzpIMUOhNIR-z7jF4Gh7dpQkKpCvDxGZnTHQWdWn-tbBs3Boijohvw4yRvZuceHOylbsbrWZMKPLBSfkSkptch/s132/1024%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="132" data-original-width="104" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmymx_Ev9iOef-HZm53QrujHQM4AtTHyR9CAQw82VpOFPO6Pgd61dRC0TAPHZrO1egI3em00WYKKs4T4e4884t-K54wKFTpMdvLDYzpIMUOhNIR-z7jF4Gh7dpQkKpCvDxGZnTHQWdWn-tbBs3Boijohvw4yRvZuceHOylbsbrWZMKPLBSfkSkptch/w152-h193/1024%20(1).jpg" width="152" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/05/britain-is-country-which-once-made-and.html">Britain is a country which once made and has now lost and says "Farewell" to its much loved Ornithologist and Prince among Bird Artists, Robert Gillmor</a> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/05/britain-is-country-which-once-made-and.html"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>June</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tony Mitton</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjEnYS4q2XIniyraqFWsZ15XUIQA2PyCroBg-Vp6vhi6guxNX79TPl-8p1gpRe84uXDli1XS8Szm7bJSioh64sTcPjlcKwIcS56qQp-IEwNiPqwA3NRu-00_W5FhPB91h36QiZp3Dyk_TbgrETAZ2kp5G-4kS9sgitqsNKSagPwgKW2HQDstzZW4x/s126/download%20(13)%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="113" data-original-width="126" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjEnYS4q2XIniyraqFWsZ15XUIQA2PyCroBg-Vp6vhi6guxNX79TPl-8p1gpRe84uXDli1XS8Szm7bJSioh64sTcPjlcKwIcS56qQp-IEwNiPqwA3NRu-00_W5FhPB91h36QiZp3Dyk_TbgrETAZ2kp5G-4kS9sgitqsNKSagPwgKW2HQDstzZW4x/w187-h168/download%20(13)%20(1).jpg" width="187" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/06/britain-says-farewell-to-its-master.html" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Britain says "Farewell" to its Master Craftsman of Poetry for Children, Tony Mitton</a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> link</span></div><div><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/06/britain-says-farewell-to-its-master.html"><br /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">August</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Roy Hackett</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6E_cZyp5JhN8XDtKpn7wbgLJbF2_mori5M8ofe7Ab-6hjie4bDBAM6cuAZnkKinZwDILhRbKYN2eT5ChdV991z94mDzcCYkUMvHwm4eI9qfxH34K4g3WXqUHyR2YefyLo3OCTO1N-N75C2Xl5lIqDeOhGKzQFH3da29o__9kRUOTe8kYf7brKY9DL/s160/download%20(12).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="154" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6E_cZyp5JhN8XDtKpn7wbgLJbF2_mori5M8ofe7Ab-6hjie4bDBAM6cuAZnkKinZwDILhRbKYN2eT5ChdV991z94mDzcCYkUMvHwm4eI9qfxH34K4g3WXqUHyR2YefyLo3OCTO1N-N75C2Xl5lIqDeOhGKzQFH3da29o__9kRUOTe8kYf7brKY9DL/w182-h189/download%20(12).jpg" width="182" /></a></div></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/08/britain-is-no-longer-country-for-and.html">Britain is no longer a country for and says "Goodbye" to its fearless Civil Rights Activist, Roy Hackett</a> </span></b> <span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Raymond Briggs</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu00GKlH-nXVrGwgLtRMgdd05oL7ALzW9NU0dUdcd4JNNHqV9yKaWQ1Ijc-muVkby1oAILC8DNifskObt-CMaiCgxRGuV7wNCHAPKsowLNIIAD4_TlevMTvmhMUD6QVlSye6yfhBVkzJP0PRgJNbdM5byU81vGcWP0tmCMMe7aUVWWCOoE6ETqgQI/s200/images%20(7).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="133" data-original-width="200" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu00GKlH-nXVrGwgLtRMgdd05oL7ALzW9NU0dUdcd4JNNHqV9yKaWQ1Ijc-muVkby1oAILC8DNifskObt-CMaiCgxRGuV7wNCHAPKsowLNIIAD4_TlevMTvmhMUD6QVlSye6yfhBVkzJP0PRgJNbdM5byU81vGcWP0tmCMMe7aUVWWCOoE6ETqgQI/s1600/images%20(7).jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/08/britain-says-goodbye-to-wonderfully.html"><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says "Goodbye" to the wonderfully Irascible Creator of its Most Beloved Children's Books, Raymond Briggs</span></a> </b> <span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Mike Burrows</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgur0MAtRX5l_27SOb1EXlg6e1H8hojrCnSweWUJ-hPc9XJijvilIU--EPjUGyjXmlgIqC5PBh0IR25ZizQhM5E6PZwIPetW2fHEpZy04rHy9AoCqEuojS2aqXbbDj31gpjwz6j3EmbFYTykdUyhixNB2fUVE7WtFX_hdH8YPiT3DC5Em9Al1kI8Ubi/s181/mike-burrows-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="181" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgur0MAtRX5l_27SOb1EXlg6e1H8hojrCnSweWUJ-hPc9XJijvilIU--EPjUGyjXmlgIqC5PBh0IR25ZizQhM5E6PZwIPetW2fHEpZy04rHy9AoCqEuojS2aqXbbDj31gpjwz6j3EmbFYTykdUyhixNB2fUVE7WtFX_hdH8YPiT3DC5Em9Al1kI8Ubi/w214-h142/mike-burrows-2.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/08/britain-says-farewell-to-mike-burrows.html"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain says : "Farewell" to Mike Burrows, the unrecognized and unfeted genius, whose bicycle designs changed the world</span></b></a> <span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">September</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Bill Turnbull</span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJYB8Hl5BOYfXak59iZiUGbCxNCaSjdkWm2xmg9e2DV2_P3S5iyVHmO0VgIaIxDfa9t3zqypa4MYUxYuzZC78RoVjjOyNoHODC0X_OT6vYkg5oo4nRHcr0uYBHNy017mCT3g-vn2DcC4-3WqCGDjkGbZVYE-T0gfyFXImOQhbMLU0CNHGWIKkSaOH/s135/kkkkk.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/10/britain-made-and-usa-has-lost-audrey.html"><span style="font-size: medium;">Britain made and the USA has lost Audrey Evans, Creator of 'Staging' for kids with cancer and Ronald McDonald Homes for their moms and dads</span></a> </b> <span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Robbie Coltrane </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1VfFCIclxHiM3c2-qynbG6g6pIqvc0wb52IN21nNtJTofnSa9PvkXe21RwlgLWj6_Ierfy15fri0Wj3l38JrRCuPZ4mz5qB7y1BYD9kGZB638R0qTCQySg22pW1f6zEo_Jj-YZgTJkxclZ_cqZ-oMHenUKRaBA7yrW3wx30kBBeP7y43aiJBFDIZv/s172/download%20(1)%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="172" data-original-width="131" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1VfFCIclxHiM3c2-qynbG6g6pIqvc0wb52IN21nNtJTofnSa9PvkXe21RwlgLWj6_Ierfy15fri0Wj3l38JrRCuPZ4mz5qB7y1BYD9kGZB638R0qTCQySg22pW1f6zEo_Jj-YZgTJkxclZ_cqZ-oMHenUKRaBA7yrW3wx30kBBeP7y43aiJBFDIZv/w177-h233/download%20(1)%20(1).jpg" width="177" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/10/northern-ireland-says-goodbye-to.html">Britain has lost and Northern Ireland says "Goodbye" to its fearless May Blood, who fought in a male-dominated world to gain rights and improve the lives of its women</a> </span></b> <span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">November</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Marcus Sedgwick</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92cW5ijY6cEmH-zXcAl7yvuK7dZ0eq_2vuRKkEJu3NGRcuo71vg_OEb5Cb69HwG9mScgx5SF5N5ElWjGArMCMCvRKVawh_TS3J1_VtHm6Z82GbCZy-wAx2AZMHcwQDrxULWsGAk7emN-3IlC2lUZ-9_nQl2LzpX_JCE7EKdtAi06Zp1smkJHWQBUy/s134/Screenshot%20(118).png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;">Tom Phillips</div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTczKRQW2f_DDij81I4ib8n4iVWnRxvOaFQ3qe1DPtBBfyXUf8TOkjCVgRBsIMNw3d7u69pQIdHzc52Mn1SJOt7J6O3nM4wviB9CmD3QDX7ll7b64WgfKEfJCqh2-0ylkrJ9YTimDRAGCIHPtKEKjtWSV8Sw7uprsvK4afavtG8h5z4SmgdkQorK7s/s173/tumblr_76bb952601f2e62e5065b01fcf46bad8_88ea09cd_500.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="171" data-original-width="173" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTczKRQW2f_DDij81I4ib8n4iVWnRxvOaFQ3qe1DPtBBfyXUf8TOkjCVgRBsIMNw3d7u69pQIdHzc52Mn1SJOt7J6O3nM4wviB9CmD3QDX7ll7b64WgfKEfJCqh2-0ylkrJ9YTimDRAGCIHPtKEKjtWSV8Sw7uprsvK4afavtG8h5z4SmgdkQorK7s/s1600/tumblr_76bb952601f2e62e5065b01fcf46bad8_88ea09cd_500.png" width="173" /></a></div></div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://britainisnocountryforoldmen.blogspot.com/2022/12/did-britain-which-has-lost-and-says.html">Did Britain, which has lost and says "Farewell" to its Polymath and Artist, Tom Phillips, give him the recognition he deserved when he was alive ? </a> </span></b> <span style="font-size: small;">link</span></div></span></div><p></p>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-6603425247627368162022-12-19T07:40:00.003-08:002022-12-19T08:19:53.452-08:00Britain is a country with a village called Slindon in West Sussex, where old men can visit a cinema showing the old celluloid films of their youth <span style="font-size: medium;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Tb6sPCZxTl2e_V-VdADtG9UkpwA-WtprklikOrBPUawILOIlEry0lKc6bEAZfu9MpO3GPoaVHfXb_5C-QZUZAEn9NMj50U4oIc6njDu0e_MA8-8WO6PKzGrvAX_VvClgsHkfp1lAywYrlxA55PcRFv-pzK-iN53Ess5WSLq1wRwWvG9mANqRE1LW/s259/download%20(8).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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He wanted to recreate a retro cinema making use of the local village hall <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">in Slindon's, 'Coronation Hall', he installed a full 35mm projection facility thanks to a generous donation of equipment from a cinema in Tonbridge that had gone fully digital. Joe said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"</span></i></b><span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>I had a big interest in film, and there weren’t any cinemas in the area running 35mm film".</i></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzD_NyTr6N5rtvLVVIrFQDYxd_wJ9DJrHTa4aXHEVMFHt54V1NsBThNuxB39NgMEtOFSaumuH8szc8bBjM3aa3TwlgC6FJQ10iR_ONeuQOlhmnPvzvVD1QosZpWmitA6uimKjDLhSnQI2YOAwSeyqJybmWbrNW9GqkYmLZiVqt43Ft-fNLffKkDj9/s259/download%20(5).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzD_NyTr6N5rtvLVVIrFQDYxd_wJ9DJrHTa4aXHEVMFHt54V1NsBThNuxB39NgMEtOFSaumuH8szc8bBjM3aa3TwlgC6FJQ10iR_ONeuQOlhmnPvzvVD1QosZpWmitA6uimKjDLhSnQI2YOAwSeyqJybmWbrNW9GqkYmLZiVqt43Ft-fNLffKkDj9/w76-h101/download%20(5).jpg" width="76" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Today, his 'Slindon Cinema' is one of the last cinemas in the world to run only analogue film. Joe said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“It was really quite surprising that there was such a great response from the local community. I think people had become so tired of the multiplex way of doing things – that kind of shuffle in, shuffle out clinical experience of many modern cinemas". </span></i></b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8do2uY5qRdrs-UZvzgMMWlx3SX0X53qyk4Gob32Q7o2i2QsDcXpxxaQjzlAM8d8nptsktt7U9BfRoc-8JPyGw5cmnevy47O8bkbLn9FZOiEZ2XJ9EZ3vy1QtIEn0mYxEqBftioJZ05v1ayG5qR-Ug3eRAtO8lsUEFOAQvMrJ7ZLs9LnlBygZsMXR/s2280/4032.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="2280" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8do2uY5qRdrs-UZvzgMMWlx3SX0X53qyk4Gob32Q7o2i2QsDcXpxxaQjzlAM8d8nptsktt7U9BfRoc-8JPyGw5cmnevy47O8bkbLn9FZOiEZ2XJ9EZ3vy1QtIEn0mYxEqBftioJZ05v1ayG5qR-Ug3eRAtO8lsUEFOAQvMrJ7ZLs9LnlBygZsMXR/w372-h223/4032.webp" width="372" /></a></i></b></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Apparently, although many audience members were of an older age, keen to reminisce about those cinemas of their youth, Joe found that there are also a significant number of young people who want to experience something different and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“A lot of my friends and people who know me from the area come to the cinema. We also have students from local universities who come to see the projection box, which is a very rare thing to be able to do. People see the reels and everything and it blows their mind. The rich colours, tones and ‘organic’ feel is something audiences today are still struck by when they see a print projected. For many cinematographers and directors like Christopher Nolan and Quentin Tarantino their passion for keeping physical film running both through their cameras and the projectors is testament to its incomparable quality”.</span></i></b></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrUBM34Jhk2VP3ikhzLCyf6hbvcevPQXMrZbut5GdHC0wPf0uBoqiwIN_Hm3MoN3FUnGEaqWhKdV0qQSB65KXFQcO59AXcvewr6XLRsFhSit2ovKlA5SBOK9w5PzVWDgosOA9ofFBJcJNfGgcq4GGtNnFQEYrCQAzjIIsaFl6hKoCeqBudbQDojSk/s240/download%20(6).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="144" data-original-width="240" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrUBM34Jhk2VP3ikhzLCyf6hbvcevPQXMrZbut5GdHC0wPf0uBoqiwIN_Hm3MoN3FUnGEaqWhKdV0qQSB65KXFQcO59AXcvewr6XLRsFhSit2ovKlA5SBOK9w5PzVWDgosOA9ofFBJcJNfGgcq4GGtNnFQEYrCQAzjIIsaFl6hKoCeqBudbQDojSk/s1600/download%20(6).jpg" width="240" /></a>Joe, who works with two projectionists with nearly 50 years of experience between them, said he and colleagues have tried their best to make the cinema a retro experience in every way. This includes using a haze machine that injects atmosphere into the hall, beaming a light from the projection box, and playing old<b> 'Pearl & Dean'</b> trailers before movies.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uZYCb-kZWI&t=10s">(link)</a> There is even someone in a dicky bow suit at the front of house to welcome the audience.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnv1d5jgYB1HsojR6fS9RNIQbyTtSgaiNc8vmJPZKcDPqP4U9w0PLc49Bxq4r4LnEOhfk60P1VX__u4GR0Pshxk2qT7oJysc_d5_H0znzpzefboGN4iXr1wmsl2iWono_Lpk1pXu2QFadMozYuU8ImR6cIKtAgC8Y-99K6bOKF_tA_-35lgQZ9ACNF/s255/download%20(4).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="197" data-original-width="255" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnv1d5jgYB1HsojR6fS9RNIQbyTtSgaiNc8vmJPZKcDPqP4U9w0PLc49Bxq4r4LnEOhfk60P1VX__u4GR0Pshxk2qT7oJysc_d5_H0znzpzefboGN4iXr1wmsl2iWono_Lpk1pXu2QFadMozYuU8ImR6cIKtAgC8Y-99K6bOKF_tA_-35lgQZ9ACNF/w228-h176/download%20(4).jpg" width="228" /></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1EeKhA1t7ou0PYouk7T-r-1EsV6IxbAjKCx_9rcSFVk5COhw3-_Ti7pYoxYUvIxUcrvCxVhglWihJl_mTufARxfA-7qFxUgWS4FISgF7LIXiBQ_-GKg_OlS6LNW-JmTu8XE8KkVgZcRQ1RLkg06uiF2mRozUVV9S0CRq46J-qpTNpxh8L5sfKrhk/s267/download.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="189" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1EeKhA1t7ou0PYouk7T-r-1EsV6IxbAjKCx_9rcSFVk5COhw3-_Ti7pYoxYUvIxUcrvCxVhglWihJl_mTufARxfA-7qFxUgWS4FISgF7LIXiBQ_-GKg_OlS6LNW-JmTu8XE8KkVgZcRQ1RLkg06uiF2mRozUVV9S0CRq46J-qpTNpxh8L5sfKrhk/w121-h171/download.png" width="121" /></a>Films the cinema has screened include 'The Godfather' and 'Battle of Britain', but Cornick is limited by which 35mm prints he can source, so is mostly confined to borrowing from private collectors and studios. This weekend, the cinema will be screening Christmas classic<b> 'It’s a Wonderful Life'</b>, which he hopes will bring joy to the local community at a difficult time. He said : <span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">“It’s got so much poignance, it isn’t your average Christmas film. It’s about family and realising what we have, not what we don’t have”.</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxNXtjGY_Us&t=7m04s">(link)</a></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-o5rzyAaSyNQwMfIHNtutdZXLVJ-4dRkqCFQG-emS5L8CcR2oi3VHiHM_RRg3uedy_iK_eRfeSm4iB7aRrV2wt0An4dHhGuqFirRxLlAXdX65P4Vnx2lH22bBz9MOLrAou7eX3FHSCVrz_VHiItu53PZiGURQti-wQdvzOqBNJUjTL5Rs4l9jFuR_/s329/2e65cb020417bdf56fc4b7c86b41c379.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="329" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-o5rzyAaSyNQwMfIHNtutdZXLVJ-4dRkqCFQG-emS5L8CcR2oi3VHiHM_RRg3uedy_iK_eRfeSm4iB7aRrV2wt0An4dHhGuqFirRxLlAXdX65P4Vnx2lH22bBz9MOLrAou7eX3FHSCVrz_VHiItu53PZiGURQti-wQdvzOqBNJUjTL5Rs4l9jFuR_/w187-h172/2e65cb020417bdf56fc4b7c86b41c379.jpg" width="187" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmia_0hfx7VauB10eiciXQPs_ZAaLVeBp6UBubWAxHPIJhjamoGXtEl3Rn75j8Oj44p9mJ-DiYfJ8wIpga-zLTY2OX176Cf07SuoiC6uWosaI7LbfKg0771ZiBdfWVCiKKA-g6QvJv4QVTsLswWfKL6Unpmfiu0lKbxaPqd4g15yimBd5kDNPpE3D/s312/download%20(10).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; font-size: medium; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="312" height="60" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmia_0hfx7VauB10eiciXQPs_ZAaLVeBp6UBubWAxHPIJhjamoGXtEl3Rn75j8Oj44p9mJ-DiYfJ8wIpga-zLTY2OX176Cf07SuoiC6uWosaI7LbfKg0771ZiBdfWVCiKKA-g6QvJv4QVTsLswWfKL6Unpmfiu0lKbxaPqd4g15yimBd5kDNPpE3D/w115-h60/download%20(10).jpg" width="115" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><div>Joe went on <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">: “We have the old trays that go around the neck, </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">carrying ice-cream and</span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> snacks. There’s an interval halfway, which everyone loves because it gives them a chance to talk about the film. We have such a diverse audience that there’s people talking about the first time they saw a film decades ago, alongside people who are watching it for the first time. </span></i></b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">People come to us for a break from sitting in their homes, on their sofa watching TV or Netflix. They come to experience cinema how it should be”.</span><span> <a href="https://www.itv.com/news/meridian/2019-05-12/film-loving-teenager-brings-new-life-to-village-cinema">(link)</a></span></div></span><p></p>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605625879464789847.post-55132418533388028172022-12-07T08:16:00.068-08:002024-02-08T23:52:42.013-08:00Did Britain, which has lost and says "Farewell" to its Polymath and Artist, Tom Phillips, give him the recognition he deserved when he was alive ? <div class="separator"></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator"> Page views : 504</div><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJMRxFaghiX1n_BfmggndIF12t8SDc-gBnMtnyadwCaIi5XuVTXjZcHVla_ifr9Z9WgAblF3tO7ytdHDHbRwKsHUSo9aQ92qvb_Gpc5hkd0AxwtjV-bBHTOkU0b2u1e5ZsXHT-XYLtxh-txOLQ-S1PTVnY_gx5jd5q_o0p_YBvsJUgvb00FyErdg8/s182/tumblr_76bb952601f2e62e5065b01fcf46bad8_88ea09cd_500.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="182" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJMRxFaghiX1n_BfmggndIF12t8SDc-gBnMtnyadwCaIi5XuVTXjZcHVla_ifr9Z9WgAblF3tO7ytdHDHbRwKsHUSo9aQ92qvb_Gpc5hkd0AxwtjV-bBHTOkU0b2u1e5ZsXHT-XYLtxh-txOLQ-S1PTVnY_gx5jd5q_o0p_YBvsJUgvb00FyErdg8/w173-h171/tumblr_76bb952601f2e62e5065b01fcf46bad8_88ea09cd_500.png" width="173" /></a></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Tom, whose sixty-year career was principally in visual art and music and has died at the age of eighty-five, was born Trevor Thomas Phillips, two years before the outbreak of the Second World War in Wandsworth, South London. However, d<span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>espite his astonishingly productive career</span><span>, Tom's name remained unexpectedly little known and he found his exclusion from dictionaries of 20th-century art hurtful. <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I’m not even in this one,”</span></i></b> he would sigh, thumbing plaintively, adding :<span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> “I’m quite a well-known artist, you know”. </span></span></span></div></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweY5pcCPfD2VDm-mGc9ZwQg9heLzbt3fiM5-DPX6DySTu-cIH8eGJ2i7rjeEYRNbA-U2IatPJ7WGCbWhfmqqvVGcB_ihnba3JR2Wuu0Qa_xP9PR800Qxd09_oUFVh5SYb5N4yk_9rl8EGDMHG73r5wHatWGObcjK4OsWlIc3DvHr4krwmGkyqDWSg/s268/eno_cave.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="227" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweY5pcCPfD2VDm-mGc9ZwQg9heLzbt3fiM5-DPX6DySTu-cIH8eGJ2i7rjeEYRNbA-U2IatPJ7WGCbWhfmqqvVGcB_ihnba3JR2Wuu0Qa_xP9PR800Qxd09_oUFVh5SYb5N4yk_9rl8EGDMHG73r5wHatWGObcjK4OsWlIc3DvHr4krwmGkyqDWSg/w95-h113/eno_cave.jpg" width="95" /></a></div>His friend, t</span><span>he musician </span></span><span>Brian Eno said : <b><i>'</i></b></span><span><b style="font-style: italic;">It's a sign of the awfulness of the English art world that he isn't better known. Tom has committed the worst of all crimes in England. He's risen above his station. You can sell chemical weapons to doubtful regimes and still get a knighthood, but don't be too clever, don't go rising above your station'. Tom himself had said :</b><i><b><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></b></i></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b><span style="color: #990000;">“I'm a south London boy”</span></b></i><b style="font-style: italic;"> and his mother was proud of the fact that she was, as she said :</b><i><b> <span style="color: #741b47;">"A true cockney, born withing the sound of Bow Bells in 1901". </span></b></i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In its tribute to Tom, Apollo Art Magazine said :<i style="font-weight: bold;"> '</i></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Britain has lost one of its most brilliant and idiosyncratic artists. A talent like no other, he managed both to gain all the recognition the British art establishment could offer – a CBE (2002) to add to his status as a Royal Academician (1989), and a stint as Slade Professor of Art at Oxford (2005–06) – and to remain, somehow, underappreciated. An outsider, who despite the cult following of his best known work, perhaps never quite made the public impression he deserved'.</i><a href="https://www.apollo-magazine.com/tom-phillips-obituary-humument-peckham/">(link)</a></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>* * * * * * * * </i></b></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6R9fcRAJ-ngzg8jTHp7fLOhJlhsvjLJq_5ggS9C54kQqKHNlv4fQ2fUdpN43Q-3fV3J0ZN3LeidlIcfl3d3S1A0TCT2yujxXNp7z5sQD7Hj8E5dXrd_rsXGRLRe2RplP5-XgyP73Wh3YL-yba_N5BUdhsHF35fnqpeGEeGvo3Vt1WpofyUtnqGtK1/s378/page_1.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="341" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6R9fcRAJ-ngzg8jTHp7fLOhJlhsvjLJq_5ggS9C54kQqKHNlv4fQ2fUdpN43Q-3fV3J0ZN3LeidlIcfl3d3S1A0TCT2yujxXNp7z5sQD7Hj8E5dXrd_rsXGRLRe2RplP5-XgyP73Wh3YL-yba_N5BUdhsHF35fnqpeGEeGvo3Vt1WpofyUtnqGtK1/w101-h112/page_1.jpg" width="101" /></a><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKtRyVv8NCRjfq42qgGmFqF0_0KvS-jbm00xBPuXVA8ikSeGyZaI4QvxtImgwDK_QFRKKjSKzKuoUiVPIr8_N8X-LF1k56NMobRXyakgxGqDZN9RJXwiK39cLMl_P_PXn3kvbjNq6a95CjXzZzOKLB0CXz3e0O_nVDVlQAl7YJ3NL02B0wssiF_c_/s154/mother%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="154" data-original-width="144" height="62" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKtRyVv8NCRjfq42qgGmFqF0_0KvS-jbm00xBPuXVA8ikSeGyZaI4QvxtImgwDK_QFRKKjSKzKuoUiVPIr8_N8X-LF1k56NMobRXyakgxGqDZN9RJXwiK39cLMl_P_PXn3kvbjNq6a95CjXzZzOKLB0CXz3e0O_nVDVlQAl7YJ3NL02B0wssiF_c_/w58-h62/mother%20(1).jpg" width="58" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqTHlQdXo42sjLQaQJRNGXhOr4mFJdaAVsE0JiZFm5DR6j-naCdQCwmMvJWEvaMI9uCxTYpYLbxuJOj70mcpzgn5CV27qsveo6GqQZVFGuWfkc6TfZg75pzR5nnhWkn89_qv00Q3i-9QEzfEGknkzsd5S8X7m7pYeO8AB0czjm2R7NYH0NTFbJF2_/s134/father.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="118" height="68" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqTHlQdXo42sjLQaQJRNGXhOr4mFJdaAVsE0JiZFm5DR6j-naCdQCwmMvJWEvaMI9uCxTYpYLbxuJOj70mcpzgn5CV27qsveo6GqQZVFGuWfkc6TfZg75pzR5nnhWkn89_qv00Q3i-9QEzfEGknkzsd5S8X7m7pYeO8AB0czjm2R7NYH0NTFbJF2_/w60-h68/father.jpg" width="60" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span>Tom was born in the early summer of 1937, the second son of <b>Margaret and David, </b>a Welshman, who, at that time, speculated on cotton futures and was fifty-six years old when Tom was born and t</span><span>wenty</span><span> years older than his mother. Tom was five years old when his father left, Tom, his elder brother David and mother in Clapham</span><span> in the middle of the Second World War, to work in job in Wales after the cotton market collapsed with the German invasion of France in 1940. At the age of five Tom started to attend <b>Bonneville Road Junior School </b>and later said that it was here that he : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Learned the word 'artist' and discovered that it was someone who did not have to put his paints away”. </span></i></b></div></span></span><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tDxzDmhe6Oz9zokeLo8LYo54Fk3k9rXQ8mgpp1dX3xntz5hE_SC_pDE1CsQNDCGrqr8sKlOBLxNeYM9fX9HGTQv-eG9t-oKo0r_4pVJXsMDvHGrz33EdsjdvAE3FZcJAMDH2V3X1Wan7VU-lE_1lVthdmmHRAbTXIkxCha7befm8vvi_m2iZVTqs/s252/IMG_6263.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="226" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tDxzDmhe6Oz9zokeLo8LYo54Fk3k9rXQ8mgpp1dX3xntz5hE_SC_pDE1CsQNDCGrqr8sKlOBLxNeYM9fX9HGTQv-eG9t-oKo0r_4pVJXsMDvHGrz33EdsjdvAE3FZcJAMDH2V3X1Wan7VU-lE_1lVthdmmHRAbTXIkxCha7befm8vvi_m2iZVTqs/w178-h196/IMG_6263.PNG" width="178" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The year before he went to Henry Thornton School his mother had paid £500 </span><span><span>for </span><span>a Victorian terraced house, number<b> 57 Talfourd Road in Peckham,</b> where Tom's wife, Fiona Maddocks had interviewed him </span></span><span>for RA Magazine when he was seventy-eight</span><span> </span><span>and in which Tom had his studio and would occupy for the whole of his working life. He said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“My mother bought it to save us from financial peril after my father’s gas mantle factory went out of business after the War. She let rooms to students from </span><span>Camberwell School of Art,</span><span style="color: #990000;"> down the road. The last one, ironically, was her own son, in 1961”.</span></i></b><span> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In this, Tom was making reference to the fact that he stayed in the boarding house when he was a student at Camberwell at the age of twenty-four in 1961. After that, he gradually took over each room until he occupied all four floors and in 2015 said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Now it is all studio. If that was good enough for Picasso, it’s good enough for me”. </span></i></b><span>As the years passed he said he enjoyed seeing the crown of his favourite tree, a giant ginkgo in the front garden, draw level with the house.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqE0hGAIQtsmgTwgpzOlqxJ747cGOmoHbd_Mh6d6xY-MdVTwMM7qnWAJUlJkz2_2UF6LD6xTckS46BwPnl89kFmVAEtD2mRVl0l3Qxkq4plZEtrT92Uf6AW5TrQIppXwu9AONhKtzbGe6ld539BBmHJt7zrA9EGuhUMro4QFMj1rskcChd43daArpG/s1200/ps2vwdx9rudhadc5tdqk.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="1200" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqE0hGAIQtsmgTwgpzOlqxJ747cGOmoHbd_Mh6d6xY-MdVTwMM7qnWAJUlJkz2_2UF6LD6xTckS46BwPnl89kFmVAEtD2mRVl0l3Qxkq4plZEtrT92Uf6AW5TrQIppXwu9AONhKtzbGe6ld539BBmHJt7zrA9EGuhUMro4QFMj1rskcChd43daArpG/s320/ps2vwdx9rudhadc5tdqk.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Fiona said the kitchen in the house provided storage for Tom’s collection of 100,000 postcards, arranged floor to ceiling in 150 plastic files and the walls were covered in prints and sculpture : Indian, Oceanic, his own. The ‘breakfast table’ was obscured by toppling heaps of reading material – the New York Review of Books, New Scientist, a Lee Child thriller – plus sketchbooks, pots stuffed with pens, scalpels and brushes, old coffee cups, the remains of two boiled eggs and many crumbs. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpnS_os5rN1Y4OzbCV_uat6z1xMbd1HvsVT22Y-45MnmeOMA9mhQDUL049UH3lKwmUFn5bNRogpmLEOG33N7-ydq9ppNVAVqsmEZDWEVTO2YaJQnJNudK6ItMMt6sNKxn2OiyWHiyPxHd3lapd6BoIf_mymufL-RJNY8unTTQP04HvJYbvaU1XpxH/s194/hum_edn1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="138" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpnS_os5rN1Y4OzbCV_uat6z1xMbd1HvsVT22Y-45MnmeOMA9mhQDUL049UH3lKwmUFn5bNRogpmLEOG33N7-ydq9ppNVAVqsmEZDWEVTO2YaJQnJNudK6ItMMt6sNKxn2OiyWHiyPxHd3lapd6BoIf_mymufL-RJNY8unTTQP04HvJYbvaU1XpxH/s1600/hum_edn1.jpg" width="138" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">It was here that Tom followed his rigid routine and rose at 7am every day, eat the same breakfast of toast, marmalade and coffee, had lunch at the same café and worked in his studio from 9.30 to 1pm, 3.00 to 5.30pm and 8.30pm to about 12.30 am. And i</span><span style="font-size: medium;">t was here, when Tom was twenty-nine in 1966, that he started work on <b>'A Humument: A Treated Victorian Novel', </b>the altered book which was to be a fertile touchstone in his prolific, prominently autobiographical output. After five revised editions, his undertaking was almost complete and he told Fiona : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“God willing, it reaches its half-century, and a conclusion, in 2016”.</span></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="389" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVO0IpQeYyTqD_owf16N0Ffi1we_4gSEUof5X3-i7e--v9vKNar-2oWTeR8ZLO7rdHKjv7ZHYyNRxciC-6iirQDiW5zXGnMXumemi1uT2ymm6tRZOv3SDrvHjyNNLVKw8wZeh_zRg_pm51ZK4shHmPsafRONZ-SaWtK9nqCSgWSNGhilrdwWrVVHwL/w120-h96/2022-12-01.png" width="120" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>T</span><span>he ground floor of the house contained his office and small library with books spilling into every nook and cranny elsewhere and the bathroom, once named the ‘Samuel Beckett memorial bathroom’ in honour of its spartan plumbing, featured in Peter Greenaway’s 1985 film, </span><b>'Inside Rooms: 26 Bathrooms'.</b><span> <a href="https://vimeo.com/66720845?login=true#_=_#t=21m26s">(link)</a></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMx4ntDnX8MNMLBbtoMCc8Z_YIZOs4vnZvov7pr4Shz5AVFTWdlQL2GJeK5RoY0ZulZZXNiLSMRx9CYNVLS4MJfJjcFjbhvSR7EliXuen9Ugw1DmIzA0Hy73lMFauxId4kDySH3xpcjSztVnmY4OQO0sktVFNR4cO9rTp-JOcCOl-YYaL2cqq0ZiK/s225/download%20(9).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="225" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMx4ntDnX8MNMLBbtoMCc8Z_YIZOs4vnZvov7pr4Shz5AVFTWdlQL2GJeK5RoY0ZulZZXNiLSMRx9CYNVLS4MJfJjcFjbhvSR7EliXuen9Ugw1DmIzA0Hy73lMFauxId4kDySH3xpcjSztVnmY4OQO0sktVFNR4cO9rTp-JOcCOl-YYaL2cqq0ZiK/w100-h99/download%20(9).jpg" width="100" /></a></div>Tom said it was in his east-facing studio where the : <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhls0t_oCE8pk81eHVTsNiE20_tgm7kzjWjqmKgvACLq0XDZmyEao5ED9dh9xT2qOe4-KDJ-etof3NqbuHjVvAxZ-VIdOxOJDKb1fhyrySG55BQCs1iANIF-UAj_86__dpcbIh2kKubdIJ8LSJOBKXTnBY1t5HHalKM_x9hEJGYc3tz8WGirSMl35HN/s225/download%20(10).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhls0t_oCE8pk81eHVTsNiE20_tgm7kzjWjqmKgvACLq0XDZmyEao5ED9dh9xT2qOe4-KDJ-etof3NqbuHjVvAxZ-VIdOxOJDKb1fhyrySG55BQCs1iANIF-UAj_86__dpcbIh2kKubdIJ8LSJOBKXTnBY1t5HHalKM_x9hEJGYc3tz8WGirSMl35HN/w113-h113/download%20(10).jpg" width="113" /></a></span><span><br /></span><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"Light and warm in the mornings. I tend to do sculpture, collage or special projects here”</span></i></b><span>. These included his designing coins for the Royal Mint, including commemorations of <b>Benjamin Britten </b>and the <b>'2012 Olympics'. </b>The latter had a</span><span> circle of fluttering bunting and Tom said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"As a war-time child everything was celebrated with bunting"</span></i></b>, which also suggests flickering flames, surrounding the words XXX Olympiad. Around the outside ran his own little poem, in what he described as<span> : </span><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Dancing letters": 'Unite our dreams, to make a team of teams'.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPiUadp2ozlvZda1A4FAHonSoJJR0XDd3ZwxcX3kkzZXI9KhZDRrSzCyUBC8cdsNDQtddOunG8jeLTdTC3UBfU3TIeoKM80iGml0cmDA56jPm36ZZgkIaCFB6oZX0rDlY-o4un9_8puDtNwSMhqC0oBacv8hiZ9ILTXQjMJGiQv4hWNz5zvjeIz-I/s225/download%20(12).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPiUadp2ozlvZda1A4FAHonSoJJR0XDd3ZwxcX3kkzZXI9KhZDRrSzCyUBC8cdsNDQtddOunG8jeLTdTC3UBfU3TIeoKM80iGml0cmDA56jPm36ZZgkIaCFB6oZX0rDlY-o4un9_8puDtNwSMhqC0oBacv8hiZ9ILTXQjMJGiQv4hWNz5zvjeIz-I/w106-h106/download%20(12).jpg" width="106" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS61qlzHfzX0KZkJClaWZQ1WqSDRm0Iolyh6GJbugeVWbf8fjahYT1r4EsQr7lc3at_5eaBmb_IISh-oxM90NP99Q6gkTuqhozXd5wAdRalQQOxClxojYmq124hZGfqMnCsKyo65MTi_K0yWbLSTkhr7BoCMRRXU20GJwFLq5XsBIaH6NunCt0Dehl/s1600/st-georges-chapel-westminster-cathedral-mosaic.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS61qlzHfzX0KZkJClaWZQ1WqSDRm0Iolyh6GJbugeVWbf8fjahYT1r4EsQr7lc3at_5eaBmb_IISh-oxM90NP99Q6gkTuqhozXd5wAdRalQQOxClxojYmq124hZGfqMnCsKyo65MTi_K0yWbLSTkhr7BoCMRRXU20GJwFLq5XsBIaH6NunCt0Dehl/w299-h225/st-georges-chapel-westminster-cathedral-mosaic.jpg" width="299" /></a>It was here that he also designed, for the Royal Mint its commemoration of the 400th <span>anniversary of the death of</span><b> William Shakespeare</b><span> in 2016, the prestigious five-ounce gold coin as a tribute to a giant of British culture. </span><span>He also worked on </span>the <span>design</span> for the<b> mosaic ceiling </b><span>for the Chapel of St George and the English Martyrs in Westminster Cathedral, with the black, vaulted ceiling bejewelled with 40 mosaic ‘flames’, each bearing a martyr’s name.</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78-vGMAVwZ8BOi7qYUKwvC64fbScXYTE_Dz4bb2OtdvAo8P9E7f6Sht055jezk7Wio5m6zLfXqxBWu_z0fbk9esML04lDxijqG4ZBJPWTkQkvY-N9zMrTt8LsbBtnI2mtptv1Ka14zO7glMooghB9SsWjacpkDa3r6wgBvOteXB-IqJVdprBFkLqS/s353/Screenshot%20(119).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="353" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78-vGMAVwZ8BOi7qYUKwvC64fbScXYTE_Dz4bb2OtdvAo8P9E7f6Sht055jezk7Wio5m6zLfXqxBWu_z0fbk9esML04lDxijqG4ZBJPWTkQkvY-N9zMrTt8LsbBtnI2mtptv1Ka14zO7glMooghB9SsWjacpkDa3r6wgBvOteXB-IqJVdprBFkLqS/w127-h101/Screenshot%20(119).png" width="127" /></a></div>Needless to say, Tom had purpose-built studio nearby, designed by<b> Eric Parry RA</b> and said : </span><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“Like many artists in the 1980s, I was seduced by pictures of New York lofts, and I went in with Antony Gormley, then a near neighbour”</span></i></b><span> </span><span>and said :</span><span> </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"It’s a perfect place for storing pictures and playing ping pong”.</span></i></b></span></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * * * * * * * * </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi92923PR6l1mQOXOZfLnm9GLfI2vCM1cFCdzQNr_EppQSEXTOjeqvLXGWtawaP6rJVnBpiMPkd510bGM3NSILC98pw7hQmYq-JbaX0S62uybJpisBX94fjbDUyLmoCedRT75AvnoHo1gWoCy6ojdj2t7n9jHUeT-iM4Qb7W5tlvHbvYc4zFY_1dz/s293/download.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="172" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi92923PR6l1mQOXOZfLnm9GLfI2vCM1cFCdzQNr_EppQSEXTOjeqvLXGWtawaP6rJVnBpiMPkd510bGM3NSILC98pw7hQmYq-JbaX0S62uybJpisBX94fjbDUyLmoCedRT75AvnoHo1gWoCy6ojdj2t7n9jHUeT-iM4Qb7W5tlvHbvYc4zFY_1dz/w182-h310/download.jpg" width="182" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span>It was in 1947 that </span></span><span style="text-align: left;">Tom later recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">'I </span></i></b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">first met William Blake when I was ten years old. At primary school the class was set to learn by heart one of the poems in our colourful book of poetry for children. My hand shot up to claim </span>“Tyger”<span style="color: #990000;"> for the incantatory magic of its words and the cunning of the picture, in which a tree climbed back up through the verses as one’s eyes reached the end. Our kindly teacher responded to my enthusiasm by telling me that this was the only page in the book where the same man who had written the words by hand had also painted the picture; one creation made of two activities. The school was in Clapham, an area known to Blake as part of the southern outskirts of London that he loved, such as “pleasant Camberwell” and Peckham where I live now, and where, also at the age of ten, Blake met his first emissaries from the visionary world, a sparkling cluster of angels gathered in a tree'. </span></i></b></span></span></div><div><p style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="97" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBodFFtka_77Y9o7fh3ty67eexkizkOu7He_pklRYxxxc7NTyTwKYZjbQ88nAHM9wpL5NfVvxVRfcIcz1BtaaG97UJnKPGKX83IOw7ozmD9r9Os4DXkOEVFnurY938jPx1kEAeuE5Zv9zwDhYMRoy_3KFEKcppf8AcSqYiMuVfmRzRoAnKomnHrqSV/w130-h97/166651240_10222005450820242_8838452089644754357_n.jpg" width="130" /></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Having passed the 11+ examination, in 1948 he gained a place </span><span>at <b>Henry Thornton School for Boys</b> in Clapham and it was here that he learned to play bassoon and violin and developed </span>a keen interest in trainspotting and cycling' and once his voice had broken, sang solo baritone in school concerts. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq1V33D1_EVh6j6feCQZUXECfq0XZvEWmfXdmRcWEi6JIG2AyP0iDjPhCWNXIlMqkOuVx4KdEvHauParVF0r_MvM8SbDGj0O55Lr_9vbnHVjYBRXkjPZjYRX81yzu6zTu-xLu1VX0WV1AUT8F-YtzGsZ1wTLJ8SM3BAty3bvo4ap3AGRox_yqZ0vK/s971/Detective_Comics_31.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="971" data-original-width="700" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq1V33D1_EVh6j6feCQZUXECfq0XZvEWmfXdmRcWEi6JIG2AyP0iDjPhCWNXIlMqkOuVx4KdEvHauParVF0r_MvM8SbDGj0O55Lr_9vbnHVjYBRXkjPZjYRX81yzu6zTu-xLu1VX0WV1AUT8F-YtzGsZ1wTLJ8SM3BAty3bvo4ap3AGRox_yqZ0vK/w135-h188/Detective_Comics_31.webp" width="135" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>On the lighter side, in 2012 Tom recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I was influenced by American comics in 1944, 1945. We used to get food parcels from America in the War; even after the War. My aunt was American. She used to wrap the things in American comics, which I and my brother latched on to very quickly. The first artwork I ever did was a copy of the cover of a Batman comic,</span> DC comics 31 <span style="color: #990000;">it so happens, which I love. I’m paying back my respect to the idea of the comic now. We try our best. Wonderful quote from Henry James that I’m working on at the moment :</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></div><div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span></span></div><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span><div><span><br /></span></div><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4orbmjvseZcys1VMvdJBnlICJMCv0OwklPrK9pPAFFnuPfVwEOb5sF8AzI0Th1e8CueHhoY9pJHcVIoZhnVxBP9QCoZlaPNzogt7CCgqJKXGROz9cVPyiG8b8_tGoO4_gIy9Cuyk2nv80iB8EejYRXG9LR_K0fjCsZ1RTaGAbXpcXnYJL3kz9YwV/s269/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="187" data-original-width="269" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4orbmjvseZcys1VMvdJBnlICJMCv0OwklPrK9pPAFFnuPfVwEOb5sF8AzI0Th1e8CueHhoY9pJHcVIoZhnVxBP9QCoZlaPNzogt7CCgqJKXGROz9cVPyiG8b8_tGoO4_gIy9Cuyk2nv80iB8EejYRXG9LR_K0fjCsZ1RTaGAbXpcXnYJL3kz9YwV/w212-h147/download%20(1).jpg" width="212" /></a><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: medium;">‘We work in the dark. We do what we can. We give what we have. The rest is the madness of art'. </span></span></i></b></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>His mother once said : "</span><span><span><b style="color: #741b47; font-style: italic;">Tom was always a rebel. I can remember his homework books with drawings on every available space. Often he was sent home from school. To me the drawings looked like gargoyles. I hated Sundays since Tom would go on long railway journeys dependent only on a penny platform ticket. He was only eleven and as it got dark I became terribly worried. Also I had to bear the wrath of my husband who blamed me for not bringing him up properly". </b>At the age of fifteen or sixteen Tom was still looking for the art of<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> 'The magic artist' </span></i></b>William Blake and said :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> ' On</span></i></b></span></span></span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> most Saturdays, I took</span><span> the 88 bus from Clapham to the Tate Gallery. </span><span style="color: #990000;">My visits would usually end in a special and dimly lit sanctuary hung with Blake’s watercolours, infinite riches in a little room'.</span></i></b></span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4dejn3tQOeSyhewnoXQSTg4hTunAggtL25k4jFTt-9csrNRfmaHlT8joSTVlj1fl5r4fqsKgdOJIhDVfBFSLefh7sbv-vmQpUnc3EEa8WqGMwHx2XDBA_glGgIS-PnE4lQwlH63uy3c9j_ud5HHXu4IMcWyzjzSCd9D3RY0aljtJlruXZQbCHcgu/s1387/empress-auditorium-1962.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="1314" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4dejn3tQOeSyhewnoXQSTg4hTunAggtL25k4jFTt-9csrNRfmaHlT8joSTVlj1fl5r4fqsKgdOJIhDVfBFSLefh7sbv-vmQpUnc3EEa8WqGMwHx2XDBA_glGgIS-PnE4lQwlH63uy3c9j_ud5HHXu4IMcWyzjzSCd9D3RY0aljtJlruXZQbCHcgu/w135-h140/empress-auditorium-1962.jpg" width="135" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn83Rm68iSMQdJ9ZCCLnazw9LDaXXK3CkZbDo44AGC0elURBa-VOO3ys3UU6_bkxF3SFOz5GM04m5_w8HMVm5-ZMyrd_seWfM6Tm_IKbncwLAZecVwn3flFSQmOImRsJ3QKYM5ARpg8IpGoHXIHBz1xzlErVpxeiE2fvaEsqE1XIh30-MzKeE4_uqv/s371/BRIXTON-Empress-Music-Hall-Theatre-1949-Poster-HELLZAPOPPIN.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="371" data-original-width="255" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn83Rm68iSMQdJ9ZCCLnazw9LDaXXK3CkZbDo44AGC0elURBa-VOO3ys3UU6_bkxF3SFOz5GM04m5_w8HMVm5-ZMyrd_seWfM6Tm_IKbncwLAZecVwn3flFSQmOImRsJ3QKYM5ARpg8IpGoHXIHBz1xzlErVpxeiE2fvaEsqE1XIh30-MzKeE4_uqv/w96-h139/BRIXTON-Empress-Music-Hall-Theatre-1949-Poster-HELLZAPOPPIN.jpg" width="96" /></a></div>At home he was influenced by his older brother’s music tastes </span><span style="font-size: medium;">and</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> visits to </span>the <b>Empress Music Hall </b>in Brixton with his mother and may well have seen <b>'Hellzapopin' </b>in 1949. By contrast, when he was thirteen in 1950, on family holiday to Europe, Tom was able to feast his eyes on the pictural bounty in the visits to the Uffizi, Louvre and Prado.</div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Back in 1954, while in the sixth form at school the young Tom, like other aspiring artists displayed his paintings on the railings of the <b>Thames Embankment</b> <a href="https://www.britishpathe.com/video/VLVA2KAXVFDTDSPHO7WWOJ61N8W83-YOUNG-ARTISTS-EXHIBIT-PAINTINGS-ON-THAMES-EMBANKMENT/query/young+artists+thames+embankment">(link)</a> and the following year he won a London County Council Scholarship to Paris and Aix-en-Provence for three months where he recalled :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "I did a bad drawing of an apple in Cézanne’s Studio"</span></i></b>. His mother said : <i><b><span style="color: #990000;">"H</span></b></i></span></span></span><i><span><b><span style="color: #990000;">e</span><span style="color: #741b47;"> arrived home with a sack of horse bones from the First World War; I have never known why'.</span></b></span></i></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijb3ozY-0-cVj-icrvr5C21NYJiW84PrseCHGg53V4tZDIcOGIjeM5ng5Epw8dZqh9OIHkMbx2zKcbauieZ3b4w-1U8Ekiziid_j0RwFll0GDrbXh4lBd4jLs1pwXHfYxSm4H8huVT8ASaD-Xot0lczVxnur7KdDK3HTAWUZ5HMKtCtUXibK-2_cZv/s578/2022-12-05.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="347" data-original-width="578" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijb3ozY-0-cVj-icrvr5C21NYJiW84PrseCHGg53V4tZDIcOGIjeM5ng5Epw8dZqh9OIHkMbx2zKcbauieZ3b4w-1U8Ekiziid_j0RwFll0GDrbXh4lBd4jLs1pwXHfYxSm4H8huVT8ASaD-Xot0lczVxnur7KdDK3HTAWUZ5HMKtCtUXibK-2_cZv/w258-h155/2022-12-05.png" width="258" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_jJ1B9spilVHFo6VnxHMHBT0VQzM9HeNvnjsKFWQePIcNZEULV6oC0f9P1pdBRu1M9yzr_9P_x7cAR04PILqDsrZ3k5jHdzzj7WAD_CRTI6qBdsvRJuG9yrkdIty-5oe3HHNpDkULlTWgFc2OsJhGYgvFChypuxoiiMsbeL2xuCKorqE-VfR7gNJ/s259/download%20(14).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_jJ1B9spilVHFo6VnxHMHBT0VQzM9HeNvnjsKFWQePIcNZEULV6oC0f9P1pdBRu1M9yzr_9P_x7cAR04PILqDsrZ3k5jHdzzj7WAD_CRTI6qBdsvRJuG9yrkdIty-5oe3HHNpDkULlTWgFc2OsJhGYgvFChypuxoiiMsbeL2xuCKorqE-VfR7gNJ/w175-h131/download%20(14).jpg" width="175" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUR6iyDEfTNS0sG1HaoF28zsLNUVElNTCqPJd5eGC-o9UjSxwlEZMIl4EkwEjiASLCa2J4EUX4_iz2mtJcZlkO8xhcDNAND_mQ40Iyusa9co_jnnB-NdZ1IzOSsqGf50dJK3EC-qbc1ZOtp_3ZNjcZAAiGAYnd004uNSkHCS-NvQfIMcct4ya2te-/s178/tp_1955.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="178" data-original-width="138" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUR6iyDEfTNS0sG1HaoF28zsLNUVElNTCqPJd5eGC-o9UjSxwlEZMIl4EkwEjiASLCa2J4EUX4_iz2mtJcZlkO8xhcDNAND_mQ40Iyusa9co_jnnB-NdZ1IzOSsqGf50dJK3EC-qbc1ZOtp_3ZNjcZAAiGAYnd004uNSkHCS-NvQfIMcct4ya2te-/w100-h129/tp_1955.jpg" width="100" /></a></div><div><span><span>At the age of seventy-five his father died before he was able to see Tom gain his place at St Catherine's College Oxford the following year as an undergraduate studying for a degree in English and Anglo-Saxon Literature. </span></span><span>Tom himself recalled : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I wanted to go there because I wanted to act in plays and things like that. So, I went and studied, as they call it, 'English', for about half an hour a day".</span></i></b><span> However, while there, he said : </span><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"I was drawing all the time and looking at art and reading about art and wanted to go to art school". </span></i></b></div></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRJI2rF_gMyAfJbqUxZJMP6ixLpFXQSLRuONoiQU6jwfgt0lEum3A5iy9rNAZb1ZN728zIE_6CAiYdV1PSO2qrU6ny2keqpSEQZ5ZO9_-m4ur9mkIFrPRg7x9iEEvI4dV4X13hX7hDyvk7neCnif2liFRRx8hmaGFjuYzKLbcWtEg5jU6v_xvb8wf/s612/gettyimages-537139997-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="421" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRJI2rF_gMyAfJbqUxZJMP6ixLpFXQSLRuONoiQU6jwfgt0lEum3A5iy9rNAZb1ZN728zIE_6CAiYdV1PSO2qrU6ny2keqpSEQZ5ZO9_-m4ur9mkIFrPRg7x9iEEvI4dV4X13hX7hDyvk7neCnif2liFRRx8hmaGFjuYzKLbcWtEg5jU6v_xvb8wf/w95-h138/gettyimages-537139997-612x612.jpg" width="95" /></a></div>At the age of nineteen, <span><span>he added the piano to his repertoire and had an a</span>udition for the 'Philharmonia Chorus' founded by Walter Legge and was accepted and sang on the recording of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony with the Philharmonia Orchestra under <b>Otto Klemperer. </b>Three years later he met </span><span>Jill Purdy, a fellow member of Philharmonia Chorus at the </span><span>International Festival of Music, </span><span>while singing 'The Messiah' under Sir Thomas Beecham at Lucerne and would go on to marry her two years later. </span></div></span></span></div><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgu6cParqp-Hk86C6rorgSmXTwuSzozHL_6U1__JfZCNtr7HH00PTBvjjDyBO-ecBicabpX4qcoIAR5urSS3v9bJg22asvqyjR9DyvnDgY_sZ0p5YwW23ginxPayNXLZ9WnIQ1I_fconuYEzNvFcHwCWEgcRxceZLCYavln9fHLEhDwKQ05bWRJ4Cy/s255/download%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="197" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgu6cParqp-Hk86C6rorgSmXTwuSzozHL_6U1__JfZCNtr7HH00PTBvjjDyBO-ecBicabpX4qcoIAR5urSS3v9bJg22asvqyjR9DyvnDgY_sZ0p5YwW23ginxPayNXLZ9WnIQ1I_fconuYEzNvFcHwCWEgcRxceZLCYavln9fHLEhDwKQ05bWRJ4Cy/w96-h125/download%20(1).jpg" width="96" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWMmI6ijKf0jkfZMJe772vEvOiWRc7j25bTuxW4VNkqJ4Kqb9Jp7yObumdUnZuh3Gh4taG4ZjSyzPEGLdh1h1a28Ljw6edQgoKjpDVOmp0_QrCuZsbvsy-NzHB-6WccKL4Xcx6QnXvhV0j_QPiWy14xosmNixGdgoW-tkqhk8w7Z8qLrPr_CbpIYa/s138/city.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="132" data-original-width="138" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWMmI6ijKf0jkfZMJe772vEvOiWRc7j25bTuxW4VNkqJ4Kqb9Jp7yObumdUnZuh3Gh4taG4ZjSyzPEGLdh1h1a28Ljw6edQgoKjpDVOmp0_QrCuZsbvsy-NzHB-6WccKL4Xcx6QnXvhV0j_QPiWy14xosmNixGdgoW-tkqhk8w7Z8qLrPr_CbpIYa/s1600/city.jpg" width="138" /></a>In 1958, his first year at Oxford, Tom forged an important friendship with <b>David Rudkin</b>, the future playwright, whom he described as :<b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> "A vital intellectual stimulus"</span></i></b>. He also attended the 'Edgar Wind lectures on 'Iconography in Renaissance Art' and occasionally attended a drawing class at Ruskin School. He also sold his first professional painting, <b>'The City'</b>, to Pembroke College JCR for £12 and was pleased when was later exhibited at Ashmolean Museum was placed alphabetically placed next to Picasso.</span></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhfvX7_My2kQ_ev2Irtp8csGBbKoxaUprurW59LVY23pslK-Y6VobMFjowzl0Q7ZBgezATnta11lEWXVwf6YcRdo7lpD7sj85eARlogyhdkVaYDX6HICmcN2cnM5zNW8nBcPbDZ0xnWLjOQsUIwqjy4Y1DAYptqIK_bQqXqHdLBp7-xp_mRxpNcT_/s223/download.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="154" data-original-width="223" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhfvX7_My2kQ_ev2Irtp8csGBbKoxaUprurW59LVY23pslK-Y6VobMFjowzl0Q7ZBgezATnta11lEWXVwf6YcRdo7lpD7sj85eARlogyhdkVaYDX6HICmcN2cnM5zNW8nBcPbDZ0xnWLjOQsUIwqjy4Y1DAYptqIK_bQqXqHdLBp7-xp_mRxpNcT_/w145-h100/download.jpg" width="145" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: right;">In 1960, at the age of twenty-three, Tom graduated from Oxford </span><span style="text-align: right;">and returned to </span><span style="text-align: right;">London </span><span style="text-align: right;">to </span><span style="text-align: right;"></span><span style="text-align: right;">take</span><span style="text-align: right;"></span><span style="text-align: right;"> up a teaching post teaching English, Music and Art a</span><b style="text-align: right;">t Aristotle Road Secondary Modern School for Boys </b><span style="text-align: right;">in Brixton. He also signed </span><span style="text-align: right;">up for evening life drawing course at the Camberwell School of Arts and Crafts.</span><span style="text-align: right;"> </span></span></div><div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrzVblwwezFWFTmuIbDc7N4AG2gMJPrsWaVd0ENxIBaUhy3iOTpCz34tVgVvWTKDbINkfqIHLUEI3HkItnJIQtO_vVf1bCuVWOjHvZQI_IRZwzhVe3E8ddoK9GeMbFg8ymWdT5D37uO3t_h6AD1-1wplt-LuBkx3rz8ckdPh-aQnfMwsAmeg0VUXY/s800/default_53c0c953-0157-450b-bca3-d4128125f3db.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrzVblwwezFWFTmuIbDc7N4AG2gMJPrsWaVd0ENxIBaUhy3iOTpCz34tVgVvWTKDbINkfqIHLUEI3HkItnJIQtO_vVf1bCuVWOjHvZQI_IRZwzhVe3E8ddoK9GeMbFg8ymWdT5D37uO3t_h6AD1-1wplt-LuBkx3rz8ckdPh-aQnfMwsAmeg0VUXY/w112-h168/default_53c0c953-0157-450b-bca3-d4128125f3db.webp" width="112" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>He recalled : </span><b><i><span><span><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPKXz8tvVjYDW8P50t4-ibDffONAsITAcetiVmOsDtPPzUqT1I9XFPXEeqNRXfwNdPxRi675MOVaBHsiNxKAbYdVPmGIrzuyneiMMEq7lZ7ZtwnnLv_73j9dBsdNsOlnMxZRZ3S-N_FhdaFa1iB6CcwKNkx98a8Axlpc4owA19FpNCa6oGZZWEx_I/s500/f134756717ff8aeea472d8f1eee219ac.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="427" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPKXz8tvVjYDW8P50t4-ibDffONAsITAcetiVmOsDtPPzUqT1I9XFPXEeqNRXfwNdPxRi675MOVaBHsiNxKAbYdVPmGIrzuyneiMMEq7lZ7ZtwnnLv_73j9dBsdNsOlnMxZRZ3S-N_FhdaFa1iB6CcwKNkx98a8Axlpc4owA19FpNCa6oGZZWEx_I/w126-h147/f134756717ff8aeea472d8f1eee219ac.jpeg" width="126" /></a>“The only artist I knew about who was teaching was </span>Frank Auerbach, <span style="color: #990000;">so I joined his class and that was the deal done as far as my life was concerned. I think you always need someone who passes the baton on, you know, it’s a race that we’re all running one after the</span></span></span></i></b></span><b><i><span><span><span style="color: #990000;"> other. </span></span><span style="color: #990000;">So, I followed lots of his advice and learnt a lot from him as well as other people who were there who were interesting”</span></span></i></b><span>. One of those was the American, </span><b>Charles Houghton Howard,</b><span> whose classes in abstract exercises were an inspiration. It was also the time when Tom joined that</span><span> explosion of the new form of printmaking, silkscreen.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJn4gffwOF9tHtwXMLEm0yLbapDjxII21sbswNsFREwf9TZlEPMB91JbogUI12nTgnESj5NPfJcPqbaBQqiPCKTlwYDT1eCs27w7qy02WGs5C7MBwIKM5swT_5cM8nHcLprJJY5LpXxj484NfSURmMGFF06sPMhGIu7CKCdxEq58UZPYFDmn_Kxjw/s243/download%20(16).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="207" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJn4gffwOF9tHtwXMLEm0yLbapDjxII21sbswNsFREwf9TZlEPMB91JbogUI12nTgnESj5NPfJcPqbaBQqiPCKTlwYDT1eCs27w7qy02WGs5C7MBwIKM5swT_5cM8nHcLprJJY5LpXxj484NfSURmMGFF06sPMhGIu7CKCdxEq58UZPYFDmn_Kxjw/w133-h156/download%20(16).jpg" width="133" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QdQbY_2eYAdzVu0vT3NRGpzh1lj3N9bluUCyKh8guqyCW-Y1zgioredvEUYAk4TsxPhFhw4c-6mU3vsBq0DquHrZVNlf50DSsjTlrlHw29MaHPOtJmpDd9jOyAuWY5yLXRmzPKcd7h9F1U3VknyqQuQ0jCC6esU0R26mkxmbUF8A9SV5XWuMaxEY/s246/download%20(27).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="205" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QdQbY_2eYAdzVu0vT3NRGpzh1lj3N9bluUCyKh8guqyCW-Y1zgioredvEUYAk4TsxPhFhw4c-6mU3vsBq0DquHrZVNlf50DSsjTlrlHw29MaHPOtJmpDd9jOyAuWY5yLXRmzPKcd7h9F1U3VknyqQuQ0jCC6esU0R26mkxmbUF8A9SV5XWuMaxEY/w92-h110/download%20(27).jpg" width="92" /></a><span><span>In 1962, Tom left the </span>Philharmonia Chorus and began his most ambitious painting to date, a polyptych portrait of David Rudkin </span><span>which </span><span>he would finish two years later. He also made his first large pastel drawings, one of which was purchased by Tate in 1965. </span><span>It was typical of Tom’s tastes as a polymath, that his main inspiration came in these years, not from an artist but a musician, the American composer John Cage. In particular, it was Cage’s embracing of the elements of luck and chance in his work, spelled out in his book,<b> 'Silence',</b> that appealed to Tom. </span></div></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNFpuUS_WQoLKdh-4wgFjirp23DjcRfxhiSGGAEoWmxoFq5RsgnLU5K62tQf3DOr52fHv_qwyxw7QcYdbmYW34VVqXavpvXALhgNvdT3kQPk6fx8tGgTVH78TCb_y9wRcZ4JQ-a7cj9mvXL_-VE8TczVujn3dxU3Cbb_9iL_Emn_oQnJO5YY9Cfh3/s463/31eno-ashlock3-tmagSF.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="362" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNFpuUS_WQoLKdh-4wgFjirp23DjcRfxhiSGGAEoWmxoFq5RsgnLU5K62tQf3DOr52fHv_qwyxw7QcYdbmYW34VVqXavpvXALhgNvdT3kQPk6fx8tGgTVH78TCb_y9wRcZ4JQ-a7cj9mvXL_-VE8TczVujn3dxU3Cbb_9iL_Emn_oQnJO5YY9Cfh3/w116-h149/31eno-ashlock3-tmagSF.jpg" width="116" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>In the late 1960s, </span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ASTG1p3taoWaqGTHWtMnmnNBURZyMF9Gk2EH0fMRKsLvuRRYM4ec4DYUPv_3Y5fdtKYtV_hsSi-sPALV-jaxLd-Ljxl5DWJv8XYweQhgoXwB-miFg0R72yPPLzvW49GAZzAinFqqvuXdkeBii1tdKgMr5APv-Oca9M6pCpqOxqRc6czUFR3Pn_tZ/s302/tp60s.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="138" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ASTG1p3taoWaqGTHWtMnmnNBURZyMF9Gk2EH0fMRKsLvuRRYM4ec4DYUPv_3Y5fdtKYtV_hsSi-sPALV-jaxLd-Ljxl5DWJv8XYweQhgoXwB-miFg0R72yPPLzvW49GAZzAinFqqvuXdkeBii1tdKgMr5APv-Oca9M6pCpqOxqRc6czUFR3Pn_tZ/w113-h247/tp60s.jpg" width="113" /></a>Tom was teaching at the Ipswich School of Art where the musician, Brian Eno was his best student and who recalled : <i style="font-weight: bold;">"I was a 16-year-old student and he was one of my tutors". </i>Over the years that followed they became friends up to and beyond Brian co-founding Roxy </span></span><span>Music in 1971. Brian recalled :<i style="font-weight: bold;"> "</i></span><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><b>We used to call him "Black Tom" because he always seemed to dress in black. He had a black beard, black hair and rather haunted black eyes as well. </b></span><span><b style="font-style: italic;">He was very</b></span></span><b style="font-style: italic;"> authoritative, whereas a lot of teachers in the Sixties had an "anything goes" attitude and he had a rigorous approach to being an artist. I remember working on a painting for some time, and he looked at it in his sceptical way and said : </b><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;"><b>"It's rather slight, isn't it?"</b></span><span> </span><i style="font-weight: bold;">That discomfited me, but it didn't annoy me. His coolness was intriguing. Also I think I wanted that kind of rigour. The artists of the past who impressed me were the ones who really focused their work. Mondrian, for example, he was the product of that kind of thinking - making clear decisions about what one wanted to do"<a href="https://www.tomphillips.co.uk/publications/item/5325-how-we-met-by-brian-eno-and-tom-phillips">.</a></i><a href="https://www.tomphillips.co.uk/publications/item/5325-how-we-met-by-brian-eno-and-tom-phillips">(link)</a> </span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrt4u5pdPhz0KD4nqrmSDaVWQusLzZKtjb2-fJcaSwF3Ry2BKOhN8eD083P18MOGFiO2cEp3FzpgwZF0NpdFb1dSXBLsrUkm7PffjYd2jBNFee1DqqNY9jqFLWjIePRcmTihC4QjZ1uryQfTd3aCOYWduWkVomxSUlvv0zSRSOUpOCXerzM30xMb4/s329/download%20(2).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="153" data-original-width="329" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrt4u5pdPhz0KD4nqrmSDaVWQusLzZKtjb2-fJcaSwF3Ry2BKOhN8eD083P18MOGFiO2cEp3FzpgwZF0NpdFb1dSXBLsrUkm7PffjYd2jBNFee1DqqNY9jqFLWjIePRcmTihC4QjZ1uryQfTd3aCOYWduWkVomxSUlvv0zSRSOUpOCXerzM30xMb4/w315-h147/download%20(2).jpg" width="315" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9Qs5kCUXWIgGCqPxkIGK_Dk59OdqRk5C10iFsQUnuM8-KFEq1AFQOQU7HXtChhTh0pNLm7TwmvE5en9e8IQEJ0MFPOpQ0bUDlmejspnnMtiVFfQVRXxc81NtcNO_EeFGcvrxZaNd7DygMcqQaIgO31km52juH95cbGLp_NKb4z-7KYGpwQWmfZzt/s243/download%20(17).jpg" style="clear: left; 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It also had the most striking title – it leapt out at me. There was a witness, the painter, Ron Kitaj. He said : "Well, this one costs thruppence, Tom. Here it is. You’d better get it” '. </span></i></b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The fact that, in the years that followed, his own <span>'A Humument: A Treated Victorian Novel' proceeded at a </span><span>glacial pace sprang from his frequent changes of mind about how the novel should be handled after starting in the 1960s by highlighting isolated phrases in pen and</span></span><span> ink.<a href="https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D9hRLgtqKM88&btnK=Google+Search&source=hp&ei=X4_DYM6AIY3rgAbQrI34Cw&iflsig=AINFCbYAAAAAYMOdb3H4_Th_Cqx2P2bvs4-49OYFWOwS&oq=&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAxQAFgAYOr_AWgAcAB4AIABAIgBAJIBAJgBAKoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=gws-wiz&ved=0ahUKEwiOrM6TgJDxAhWNNcAKHVBWA78Q4dUDCA4#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:c1874698,vid:9hRLgtqKM88">(link)</a></span></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="166" data-original-width="303" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiOZokwFBiVZgykYFDR2pAGbLy9x4i7c9pFPo11xG-IkiO5Y0t3CauR0fcsPxM1BA_3-2n9OE6vphA1G2rzPY8g-RJfBfTH5tS-Vj0apogzoZKnQaajnqXRnEK_xBSp3iKQ7DmZYxO2SlnIbo4iZmkqm0ucrQ9nprmMNizlP7fZMCeYgRlXjgf-Ep/w236-h130/download%20(18).jpg" width="236" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeALcqoeazwpp7-kk2-D9ef7a0Aq3LugAMHGtXql3x8S2u3lNc02Gc3AtQTf6h9NcnIto78vkbE2cGC-lEkhUxq8KJzw0tN6rBciicKrgn5PYIFyBUVC9Sh0oAlXPtraSVJbbxeN4NlTYlGhKcmZIR_ImTAvswYRvnnUBAcPgV_f1z-9-nf1GqB31u/s205/message_detail.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="138" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeALcqoeazwpp7-kk2-D9ef7a0Aq3LugAMHGtXql3x8S2u3lNc02Gc3AtQTf6h9NcnIto78vkbE2cGC-lEkhUxq8KJzw0tN6rBciicKrgn5PYIFyBUVC9Sh0oAlXPtraSVJbbxeN4NlTYlGhKcmZIR_ImTAvswYRvnnUBAcPgV_f1z-9-nf1GqB31u/s1600/message_detail.jpg" width="138" /></a></span>Tom finished the 1960s with a burst of creativity when, in 1969 he finished first of his lettering paintings,</span><b> 'The Message Digests Itself'</b><span> along with </span><b>'Here we Exemplify'</b><span> and on the day of the moon landing he completed 'Irma: The Score', his opera extracted entirely from 'A Humument' with its first performance at the Bordeaux Festival.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpJTJt9O92M5pl8zjFzvQKUrvDakHheMYY31xX86RY50PmOjox5b8mdPCNiRr0k_iaE_B9EE2tXWfhatUk9WTCLz8lBfaRUvgig-N-_XKTNfmBmp2oDXycOulDzG8xbPtRo5kDLSMLR1gfjEy6WyLJcEnCVQnw2EWeev4XAFK1G-M8SNP8mYBbzsj/s225/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="224" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpJTJt9O92M5pl8zjFzvQKUrvDakHheMYY31xX86RY50PmOjox5b8mdPCNiRr0k_iaE_B9EE2tXWfhatUk9WTCLz8lBfaRUvgig-N-_XKTNfmBmp2oDXycOulDzG8xbPtRo5kDLSMLR1gfjEy6WyLJcEnCVQnw2EWeev4XAFK1G-M8SNP8mYBbzsj/w99-h100/download%20(3).jpg" width="99" /></a></div>I</span><span>n 1972 he gave up teaching and left his position at Wolverhampton College of Art and a year later began his </span><span>annual photographic work, <b>'20 Sites n Years',</b> which he continued each year from that point on. <a href="https://www.jakeauerbachfilms.com/product/20-sites-n-years-stream/">(link)</a> It was</span><span> a nine mile circle where Tom took photographs in 20 specific places from the same spot in the same direction with the same framing. The result was an eternal, evolving portrait of Tom's neighbourhood in South London.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWduCAZZLsgiDbthOSJb9jdAvokAK62EOwxdCVV4TbX_52LX3hXPqcIeo3FfSKyc1vBdb2WjeIRYkBhnBfz6SNVR0mQfG39P8-Vshps81jCrzQx9xThpwLpIbGuOtXu5HCrXQojs6QWOmSycXOAuT9Ii9W2r0EwqKIcJ_k9wd62O5fQ0VfEyk_dfE/s250/shopping%20(1).png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="228" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWduCAZZLsgiDbthOSJb9jdAvokAK62EOwxdCVV4TbX_52LX3hXPqcIeo3FfSKyc1vBdb2WjeIRYkBhnBfz6SNVR0mQfG39P8-Vshps81jCrzQx9xThpwLpIbGuOtXu5HCrXQojs6QWOmSycXOAuT9Ii9W2r0EwqKIcJ_k9wd62O5fQ0VfEyk_dfE/w127-h140/shopping%20(1).png" width="127" /></a></div></div><div><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="503" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3ex7lHLpf1lhtm_gxxLt6Hr1GyP7AdxHYm79DjvGVLPFgF_mVuHdafbsN_8qZrho81LAn0gSfe2v_6G2K486S68OHWp-Hrl5aNflOOMXQj8iRRtOxwOUHpkdx0-N9VgdVcMQYeO4MFYS0rdECc1nPYMo32CocXESIRwyRiUodS4_BLLmLtSZdOA8/w240-h246/f87bc9fc34ad7a4f4de4b51c80e191ca.jpg" width="240" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>In the period between 1974 and '78 Tom undertook in succession st</span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>udies based on '</span><span>Conjectured Flags' and also<b> '54 Union Jacks Occurring on Postcards'; </b>t</span></span></span><span><span>he design for the progressive rock band, 'King Crimson' of their '</span></span><span>Starless and Bible Black' album cover which featured stencil lettering and fragment,<b><i> </i></b></span><span><b><i>'this night wounds time' '</i></b></span><span><b style="font-style: italic;">A Humument' </b>and a </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>detail of his 'After Raphael' for</span><span> Brian Eno's album <b>'Another Green World'</b> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1GH9WN92s0">(link)</a></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPXOa92_fmL1LS-lhPlsPEZFKhUi9prcOpiB4OsB5Zix0GfB2bdKHDg0FfKvQBdwIs0a32a2FHLuwNLeEbJQJVukzZYj74J_FzGr1CZlMLtSAcplKm7DzXhp8SixZosdbJGYaBgY6cF-ZE9JUeqVRAyD52s7MjcRH1Pk55Hx__jQSMKou15sjmjQf/s290/wwww.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="222" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPXOa92_fmL1LS-lhPlsPEZFKhUi9prcOpiB4OsB5Zix0GfB2bdKHDg0FfKvQBdwIs0a32a2FHLuwNLeEbJQJVukzZYj74J_FzGr1CZlMLtSAcplKm7DzXhp8SixZosdbJGYaBgY6cF-ZE9JUeqVRAyD52s7MjcRH1Pk55Hx__jQSMKou15sjmjQf/s1600/wwww.heic" width="222" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="188" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzCOXJN1OT4zrUTffGPYPtDo4LQHmrTcwGjWGiHXYY6BRg23Kty3IQW-_UKAjGvfHuauL-4Wlq5egiRLJNcsgVQkyutHTkE5QfKkvGlkl5brMNwqzL8WS9gRvesdeDv8Asa-WSMjTr91DnJO9Ycc7UcXt8hB_rfWbdE9-yLerIM_gIw3SNume68bY/w166-h237/download%20(20).jpg" width="166" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>After ten years work </span></span><span>'A </span><span>Humument' was completed and published in 1976 and </span><span><span>Eno's production recording of Tom's 1969 experimental opera, 'Irma' to a controversial arrangement by Gavin Bryars, </span></span><span><span>the score of which </span></span><span>involved 93 random phrases taken from the original 'A Human Document'. Then, i</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>n the late 1970s, Tom began work on a new translation of <b>Dante’s 'Inferno',</b> illustrated with his own prints and when fire at '</span></span><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Editions Alecto' destroyed his work Tom decided to continue the project independently and with a view to creating what would be one of the finest <i>'livres d’artiste' </i>of the 20th century. It was his own translation and every detail of the book, the binding and even the paper was bespoke and the result, his limited, signed edition, was published by the </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Talfourd Press, over ten years later in 1983.</span></div></span></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNa6Gp-54CpBVmbvc-6V-dtocCNvLZM5huYZ6dgN2l2ikXyPuQyHMCibO8vx6gJtz-ogC1fo-h4wCL0KMZwz_vPbZk-BD2mV68204vUfGlU15X4i0BUlMqTTjokjcoMIqpsdjTSOglfUgeirU1siI38FJFRITtw-cgERH_d5zJEkgypenCPbLO9OvY/s265/beckett_chron.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="138" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNa6Gp-54CpBVmbvc-6V-dtocCNvLZM5huYZ6dgN2l2ikXyPuQyHMCibO8vx6gJtz-ogC1fo-h4wCL0KMZwz_vPbZk-BD2mV68204vUfGlU15X4i0BUlMqTTjokjcoMIqpsdjTSOglfUgeirU1siI38FJFRITtw-cgERH_d5zJEkgypenCPbLO9OvY/w116-h222/beckett_chron.jpg" width="116" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>In 1984 his subject was the Irish playwright Samuel Beckett at the Riverside Studio and he recalled : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I spent a couple of weeks painting his portrait when he was rehearsing a play here".</span></i></b> He showed the great man his translation of Dante and said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"H</span></i></b></span><span><span><i style="color: #990000; font-weight: bold;">e was rather kind about it. He was just a nice, lovely man”. </i>In reality Tom weathered Beckett's criticism of his blank verse translation, three years in the making and said : '</span></span></span><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b>He was watching a rehearsal of 'Waiting for Godot' and I thought I was going to be too in the way, so then I said to him : "You know, from the back you look exactly the same as you do from the front" and he thought it was very funny and it'd be interesting, so I did it that way. And I said : 'What you see in the picture I made of you is your work, which is good, and then the back of your head, which is fine".</b></span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><b><br /></b></span></i></span></div><div><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="153" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkI5GTy74BUxqaJiihXBMZ4YkdhtuHTQn1-ExuwxmhEH-I7qP4JmvotZVFtOcd85GbqFBsBrg9UwNcWzpMS9R8PDdiOjcmoAIa_ugdQ4-jKK6UHXmPX7em426Ddd2z1jjyK6up4WhnPDEiKmKSZCyGEuJTDZ1cWIqFFmPVDsh2l-OfQdEQrHzwuLZe/w123-h119/facedances.jpg" width="123" /></span><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="214" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkq5IIn_9NVNoZB7pSg5FGIFXGlSv4PA_fY37dkRGzN4JDUnyJAipmztJF-L655I9b8pBHtlcG8DqxERyoaOnP6JddUvqHdgbBSWfxv9430qrZo5m3p1e31tVnrJqIXDrZSS0ey23LZnpWUHOgIYfQpIBiKeA0pb_JBWSHZOmytVcSoA3V-owrm6H6/w82-h117/98d073e5e0b8e6a73d1b2bf7c1979d6f.jpg" style="font-size: medium;" width="82" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The following year, which b</span><span>rought Tom peer recognition when he was </span><span>elected as a </span><span>Royal Academician, also saw him produce portraits of </span><span><b>Brian Eno </b>and <b> Eno </b>and</span><span> start his portrait of the novelist,<b> Iris Murdoch.</b> He painted <b>Pete Townsend </b>for Peter Blake's cover </span><span>of the Who 'Face Dances' album.</span></span></div><div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="198" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lg9_-7Q3Y-XlMnpO4LaypMXJRabVZx5iejFzlcxLH2mxiWt73M3VjXQz-VAeyIAWQrMGYt_4Dk5dDl7gKJaC8pX_DPcEpSD2VLyG4SkXyv3Ga6YVBIrfmeaiaLJwNnREVDxyn31TtO3GX0xQWzek408TTvBR5g2WiZB8QCBfhqg8cvzJJwgBLwZ1/w190-h244/download%20(23).jpg" width="190" /></div><p style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcUApTi77gu2KtRAhY1Xl8E0H03VRhZ04HwKF8XD3Kxdac6XiuuWItsuQf5pvOQQmmoeZw6vxJyoaeQkDbOsRl1CAhMaIkcYZdfO06eRHZfk3KVY8kX4v9JEaCvjttWP_TkPHkhRfsFv0c_uNf9NGJyV_1QDFOUkCpMw_N5vUBtMDl_l_Pe1tgZs-5/s199/tv_dante.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="138" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcUApTi77gu2KtRAhY1Xl8E0H03VRhZ04HwKF8XD3Kxdac6XiuuWItsuQf5pvOQQmmoeZw6vxJyoaeQkDbOsRl1CAhMaIkcYZdfO06eRHZfk3KVY8kX4v9JEaCvjttWP_TkPHkhRfsFv0c_uNf9NGJyV_1QDFOUkCpMw_N5vUBtMDl_l_Pe1tgZs-5/w89-h129/tv_dante.jpg" width="89" /></a><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiE34ng3nxlfxLMaDER6Ftq_OujA4OfjqqxFLhizoSt7CQo49nz2dgHRj5cz7IlSJ04-QbJEW7WrcTB8J-5dUoUwVwAPkUdQJLkIP27dzgdRk88k9Ll0OIwI-O0vaOZNwO8FxWEsiocBwl7pnm2086JuU0gCIFz_g2HqK6Yw7mCZVYrZmv2k6ggBys/s171/pythons.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="171" data-original-width="138" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiE34ng3nxlfxLMaDER6Ftq_OujA4OfjqqxFLhizoSt7CQo49nz2dgHRj5cz7IlSJ04-QbJEW7WrcTB8J-5dUoUwVwAPkUdQJLkIP27dzgdRk88k9Ll0OIwI-O0vaOZNwO8FxWEsiocBwl7pnm2086JuU0gCIFz_g2HqK6Yw7mCZVYrZmv2k6ggBys/w100-h124/pythons.jpg" width="100" /></a><span>I</span><span>n 1990, inspired by Tom's work, <b>'</b></span><span><span></span><b>A TV Dante' </b><a href="https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x22oot4">(link) </a>was a mini-series directed by Tom and Peter Greenaway and covered eight of the 34 cantos in Dante's Inferno, part of his 14th </span> century epic poem, 'Divine Comedy'. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-DdP2qrh3o&t=5m21s">(link)</a> Its success won them the 'Prix Italia'. The following year he completed his portrait of the <b>'Monty Pythons'. </b><span>E</span><span>ver to create the unexpected, Tom then designed the menu cover and <b>glass screen</b> for the Ivy Restuarant in West Street in Central London.</span></p></span><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnaS--kcbneXR2XFyMljwqIHN7dMbTd5UCusD7WW6qr8gbhF7naQ-sIpLuVQfnA8BpqxYQGnmHcAGOedbEYJuNz2vf_DXpt41vjfnVEaNb4ZaeGCXyxFtDLpCqYqbwg64P7cpK3vrcCe9iNwV_-hhuSUEon7Ylog0-rj5aBCG4rhZRnK3kdLDyaIp/s525/b4baed7223277abd288c23a6568e5fe6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="525" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnaS--kcbneXR2XFyMljwqIHN7dMbTd5UCusD7WW6qr8gbhF7naQ-sIpLuVQfnA8BpqxYQGnmHcAGOedbEYJuNz2vf_DXpt41vjfnVEaNb4ZaeGCXyxFtDLpCqYqbwg64P7cpK3vrcCe9iNwV_-hhuSUEon7Ylog0-rj5aBCG4rhZRnK3kdLDyaIp/w190-h126/b4baed7223277abd288c23a6568e5fe6.jpg" width="190" /></span></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2492sEoDlIS-fQXbEXOp2lOHPUQUIhB-gVeF4OS88PLNWmmUqlQhzL58coADVvieRnAkO_lLQHZH6tCmU2y61ttCB_joqOKNyWPIxSTPoQuhRRmr3mDas1zNwBYvtEDM_nK0eK7ie88sIkQkM515RIYTR6oTTlpVbBlSOaKLAEFsvJt7TrllX_MQ/s292/shopping.webp" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="228" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2492sEoDlIS-fQXbEXOp2lOHPUQUIhB-gVeF4OS88PLNWmmUqlQhzL58coADVvieRnAkO_lLQHZH6tCmU2y61ttCB_joqOKNyWPIxSTPoQuhRRmr3mDas1zNwBYvtEDM_nK0eK7ie88sIkQkM515RIYTR6oTTlpVbBlSOaKLAEFsvJt7TrllX_MQ/w95-h121/shopping.webp" width="95" /></span></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1997 he d</span><span>esigned the</span><span> production of Shakespeare’s <b>'The Winter’s Tale',</b> directed by David Freeman for its opening season at The Globe Theatre. His <b>' </b></span><span><b>The Postcard Century</b>', a history of the 20th century in postcards was published in 2000 and a complementary Channel 4 series 'Pictures in the Post' was screened.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrjoGy3x-EaMZot158PYWY7flbyqvqi6V56lk5PaGuLv9jadZk9Ay73thnR9E3oG8_6ogz12QT-FffbYHx8E4hkP8ovJ9QrCMn5h9iXXA5A0vPnRH0-MBwXMfH2WbKOXvsh_xgHnBlMbob22xF11BYHh0YskVLh0mGXj7CbGr2C6Wtt1F1XhMWf5T/s210/00095242.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="136" data-original-width="210" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrjoGy3x-EaMZot158PYWY7flbyqvqi6V56lk5PaGuLv9jadZk9Ay73thnR9E3oG8_6ogz12QT-FffbYHx8E4hkP8ovJ9QrCMn5h9iXXA5A0vPnRH0-MBwXMfH2WbKOXvsh_xgHnBlMbob22xF11BYHh0YskVLh0mGXj7CbGr2C6Wtt1F1XhMWf5T/w298-h192/00095242.jpg" width="298" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfd0ikmkBjx1Ga1Gcz4_TDqI5LMZJ3hrdf6VkNDk28-nI_MxnHmT21se24VgF3CNVYElSyT5_ES9XqoCBhipW5Rc7AkqadIxmjx8ItCPv7Nxn6sSeLXfMykov7EfpPBBkU15XmlwKBzhud0YL0RkYNlJQ2ilQgH0HkwrxZYeQ6FerGNUcfmyd9c3ka/s254/download%20(21).jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="254" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfd0ikmkBjx1Ga1Gcz4_TDqI5LMZJ3hrdf6VkNDk28-nI_MxnHmT21se24VgF3CNVYElSyT5_ES9XqoCBhipW5Rc7AkqadIxmjx8ItCPv7Nxn6sSeLXfMykov7EfpPBBkU15XmlwKBzhud0YL0RkYNlJQ2ilQgH0HkwrxZYeQ6FerGNUcfmyd9c3ka/w168-h131/download%20(21).jpg" width="168" /></span></a></p><p></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In '<b>The Seven Ages of Man',</b> shown at the Royal Academy in the same year, Tom had</span><span> saved the clippings from his monthly visit to the barber to make a set of seven tennis balls that charted the progress of his hair colour from black, via various shades of grey, to white. He said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“If you want to make a series of tennis balls covered in your own hair, marking your life from black to white, then you have to be very patient. And I am very patient”. </span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 2016 </span><span>shortly before turning 80, Tom, who had produced a second Humument said : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“I could have imagined doing a third, but that would have taken another 25 years. So I’d be a dribbling 105-year-old, or more likely dead, before I finished it. It was time to stop”.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vH3f-IALV2-ws_lFR7Gug_SSyfsofVii7cumxKVog0uS2_C0L8b1z5Yk29iSK8RBawyPyxGUl0mnwfBGI-0ZM5BPS9vU7cpwaLQxBTdgD0MxxEB1iZQRKBQ_kNeuZR89KBcVBWw4xCut5N0Vhu_xwAN5VhsTZFuuctwpheDnI-bMOlN1toLKls0X/s626/HUMBERT_06.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="626" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vH3f-IALV2-ws_lFR7Gug_SSyfsofVii7cumxKVog0uS2_C0L8b1z5Yk29iSK8RBawyPyxGUl0mnwfBGI-0ZM5BPS9vU7cpwaLQxBTdgD0MxxEB1iZQRKBQ_kNeuZR89KBcVBWw4xCut5N0Vhu_xwAN5VhsTZFuuctwpheDnI-bMOlN1toLKls0X/w209-h146/HUMBERT_06.jpg" width="209" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNdzyX_Bwq8LmzmBgk2nldb-CN5qfcbPvZ4-CmaCphOxetNvYPVGd3GdBB1o2Zl0P--BfDH0HE0Sejtppd9og8qdK8P9ggKlZ519GZfwMxNcBnzPhW7uoLF9jawCkI1KiDrF3EHybQIp8U745DjkxD4tP6814Dv76zHQ8oMmrphoJfvLvKs8sSfyb/s225/download%20(22).jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNdzyX_Bwq8LmzmBgk2nldb-CN5qfcbPvZ4-CmaCphOxetNvYPVGd3GdBB1o2Zl0P--BfDH0HE0Sejtppd9og8qdK8P9ggKlZ519GZfwMxNcBnzPhW7uoLF9jawCkI1KiDrF3EHybQIp8U745DjkxD4tP6814Dv76zHQ8oMmrphoJfvLvKs8sSfyb/w164-h164/download%20(22).jpg" width="164" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span>Tom maintained his rigorous working regime to the end of his life. I</span></span></span><span><span>n September this year he published <b>'Humbert'</b>, after Humbert Wolfe’s, </span></span><span><span>1927, 'Cursory Rhymes' which he called : <b><i><span style="color: #990000;">“A perfect canvas for creative intervention”.</span></i></b> In October came</span></span><span> the illustrations for an edition </span><span>of T.S. Eliot's<b> 'The Wasteland', </b>to mark the poem's </span><span>centenary and on 27th November, t</span><span>he day before his death, he finished a jewel-like collage created from the pages of one of his favourite publications, the 'New Scientist'.</span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Tom had once said : </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">"You know that lovely line of Beckett – </span>‘I can't go on, I'll go on' <span style="color: #990000;">– that's how it feels. I get frustrated if I don't use the ammunition that's given me and the armoury that I have. That at least I used it all up, or tried to, that's all I can claim".</span></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHijG9ZC9hS3fiC8sOYwnCRZPt2LDU-jdD6hDK0JkCvL10SFdd-TTU4soVaz6S1wSw0olwu1UwzEqA6KChlfTubZKaUoZRrDhA7fKTk5VyDrjuv53C6ND8RXboeU1hM2gsereXKRWsmZvBDIbh2YahHOzKwOU3GKMOOkRqsZ18komcrnGwW3XMk9wJ/s388/2022-12-03.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="388" data-original-width="317" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHijG9ZC9hS3fiC8sOYwnCRZPt2LDU-jdD6hDK0JkCvL10SFdd-TTU4soVaz6S1wSw0olwu1UwzEqA6KChlfTubZKaUoZRrDhA7fKTk5VyDrjuv53C6ND8RXboeU1hM2gsereXKRWsmZvBDIbh2YahHOzKwOU3GKMOOkRqsZ18komcrnGwW3XMk9wJ/w313-h384/2022-12-03.png" width="313" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://vimeo.com/220446864"><span style="font-size: medium;">(link)</span></a></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * * * * </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Via twitter :</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gnarlybole said : <b><i>'Thank you for that. I never knew that he taught at Wolverhampton. Sadly, I was three years too late to benefit from his tutelage. He was, undeniably, one of our finest multifaceted artists'.</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Samuel West, actor, said : <b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGr3V2kR1R89tJR-RZdbyxa2d49CyFf-YaMVbWiZWk9lM1RBGiYwcMNMmi5fsnadrfFMM4uAP8HOLOPE0Dajkn1nbStp8dpym5OrvXpxrLsjajkLCy0VrM0HZhMmIaMwzFFUjh3kKBdI6I8zi9W560-YejjWHKyvJ3eUkobxxwv--BtIgKixpJMFmU/s110/download%20(3).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="103" height="66" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGr3V2kR1R89tJR-RZdbyxa2d49CyFf-YaMVbWiZWk9lM1RBGiYwcMNMmi5fsnadrfFMM4uAP8HOLOPE0Dajkn1nbStp8dpym5OrvXpxrLsjajkLCy0VrM0HZhMmIaMwzFFUjh3kKBdI6I8zi9W560-YejjWHKyvJ3eUkobxxwv--BtIgKixpJMFmU/w62-h66/download%20(3).jpg" width="62" /></a>'Thank you for this, John - it's handsome. Will RT it tomorrow, when more of us are up.'</i></b></span></div>...............................JohnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829858569457847265noreply@blogger.com0