Monthly Archives: June 2006

History

Never get caught without a comb

Among the possession buried with St Cuthbert was a bone comb. This was because there was a belief that “by combing his hair a man tidied the brains which lay beneath it”.

Alcuin writes to the archbishop of Mainz about 790:

“I send you as many thanks as the number of teeth I have counted in your gift — a wonderful creature with two heads and sixty teeth, not as big as an elephant but of beautiful ivory. I have not been frightened by the horror of the creature, but rather delighted by its appearance, though I was afraid that it might rather bite me with its gnashing teeth. Yet I smiled upon it with gentle flattery to appeare the hairs of my head.”

(P.H. Blair, Northumbria in the Days of the Bede, Victor Gollancz, London, 1976, from p. 136-7)

From the same text I learnt that: “When Benedict Biscop was building his foundation at Wearmouth and Jarrow, he wanted their churches to be in the Roman not the Scottish style, in mortared stone not in wood, but in order to make them so he had to send to Gaul for men who knew how to make mortar – caementarii, as Bede calls them.” (p. 122)

Politics

A telling statistic on “terror”

Out of 895 “terrorist” arrests under the 2000 Act, only 23 have resulted in convictions. As you read the accounts of these swoops, not just the extreme of the recent Forest Gate one, but more “ordinary arrests in which children and spouses, as well as the accused were frightened and humiliated, you have to ask if these actions might not one day be the triggering factor for a terrorist act. There must have been some truly “angry young men” created by this treatment.

You do have to feel sympathy for the security services, who fear if they don’t act they might miss stopping an attack. But this should be balanced by an equal concern for causing one.

What is needed is calm, intelligent judgement. Is that to be found in the government, or the security services?

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Cycling Hadrian’s Wall, Day 5

Carlisle to Haltwhistle, 26 miles. The tour company says there are “a few hills”. I’d call that two killer hills, c. 200m straight up.

abbeycows
First, the sign of the day – I worried for my bicycle, but luckily the cows weren’t in residence, only a small mob of sheep, who were keeping well away from an Irish wolfhound accompanying one visitor.

But that’s getting ahead of myself. The day started with Carlisle Castle, a child’s storybook idea of a fortress, with its visible structure dating back to Norman times. (Although it goes back even further, for this is Roman Luguvalium, recently widely excavated for the construction of the new museum. And it was the promise of an exhibition from that excavation that made me decide to spend the morning at the castle. It didn’t disappoint.

fishsauceIn the “stop press” section was a report on this unimpressive-looking sherd that in fact tells quite a tale. For miraculously surviving on these clay labels are the ink labels:

Fish relish
from Tangiers
old
excellent
quality

Missing are the labels indicating when it was made and the quantity it contained. It was found outside the commanding officer’s house from around 100AD, where it was probably thrown when empty. It would have been far too expensive for anyone else in the fort.
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Lady of Quality

Escape from the lion’s jaws

My 19th-century blogger, Miss Frances Williams Wynn, is enjoying a bit of vicarious adventure today, transcribing the account of a German baron’s escape from the jaws of a lion. It sounds, from the editor’s note, that he dined out on it for years afterwards.

Politics

Blair spin, or how to destroy public trust

Hate to say this, but Iain Duncan Smith talks a lot of sense this morning in his piece in the Telegraph on the Forest Gate fiasco. Which saw a military-style operation swoop on an ordinary family house at 4am (complete with air-exclusion zone), shoot one of its inhabitants, tear it apart, all to find precisely nothing, and to see the two men arrested, including the one shot, released without charge.

One of the reasons why I have been glad to get out of daily newspaper journalism is the increasing realisation that so much of what is printed in incidents like this is total guff. There was clear police briefing going on suggesting all sorts of possibilities – suicide-gas vests (complete with diagrams), that one of the brothers shot – somehow, with a police weapon – the other, that the tip-off was first-class…

All now obviously total rot, and almost certainly known to be total rot at the time. So you have to ask what such outright lies are expected to achieve. It seems to me there are two likely possibilities:

1. “The public has a short attention-span” theory. If people lose interest after a couple of days, they won’t notice that the tall stories have all been disproved.
2. The panicky attempt to justify things today and let tomorrow take care of itself.

I really don’t believe (perhaps despite the evidence of the circulation of the Daily Mail that 1 is the case; and no 2 implies a government in depressing chaos.

And the spin continues on a new front. Judges are independent? Right. And that really annoys the government, so the Attorney-General is trying to publicly “name and shame” them.

Lord Goldsmith has for the first time listed 339 cases over the past three years in which he has challenged judges for letting off criminals — including killers, rapists and child abusers — with light sentences.

He took all of the cases to the Court of Appeal to seek tougher sentences, with more than three-quarters being judged to be “unduly lenient”. In an interview this weekend, Goldsmith said he was particularly concerned about judges being lenient on sex offences against children which needed “to be dealt with very harshly indeed”.

Judges hear a vast amount of detailed evidence before they decide sentences. It is right that there should be some oversight of their decisions, but not that the government should so bluntly try to stop them exercising their judgement.

If you wanted to judge the judges, you would have to find out also how many of their cases went to the court of appeal for undue harshness, then to develop some measure for how unusual the cases they heard were. There’s a reason why we talk about “the wisdom of Solomon”.

Instead, what we are getting is the panicking of the spin doctors. And the government wonders why it is held in such low regard?

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Cycling Hadrian’s Wall, Day 4

Silloth to Carlisle – 36 miles, luckily very flat, miles

Health not great after yesterday’s strike of the rhinovirus, but set out with the avowed intention of going very slowly, which I accomplished. And of walking up the slopes. Ditto.

newtonarloshThe first historical highlight of the day was the neat and attractive St John’s Church Newton Arlosh (“New Town on the Marsh”), an old pele-tower (pronounced peel, I learnt from the friendly vicar) church built as a fortress and watchtower in the 14th century, with enormously thick walls (31 inches at the door, so the guide says). The internal staircase is narrow and steep, so even if the door was forced, the upper floors could still be defended.

ramIt was a monastery church, and fell into ruin after the Reformation, but it seems an amateur sculptor from the local gentry, Miss Sara Losh, who ran a school of carving at nearby Wreay, was responsible for its restoration. The rams are probably hers.

bantamsAround the Solway peninsula, you disappear into another, very quiet world. Road hazards, as left, were mostly of varying animal origins, like this very bossy bantam cockrel rounding up his harem. (The cows had also definitely left their marks.) Overshadowing it all is an enormous radio array dating back to WWII. Presumably these are still military, although there’s little sign of security. The gun emplacements around the peninsula have been converted into cowsheds and haybarns (a nice variation on the old ploughshares…)
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