Philobiblon

Another afternoon of Green canvassing, enlivened in part by the “help” of the Green Party-supporting cat. At least he accompanied me along a whole row of terraces, and often mieouwed in sympathy as I was talking into entry-phones. You might say he was just hoping someone would open the door, but I think he was a Green really.

And I found a whole street that would almost unanimously consider voting Green – there really is a groundswell out there.

The war is over; now celebrate. We’ve all seen images of what the end of a war – a real, nation-threatening war – looks like: complete strangers kissing fervently in the street, dancing in the fountains, a general state of euphoria.

Yet a war leaves scars, and covers over problems that will now re-emerge. That’s as true in the victorious Sparta as John Ford’s The Broken Heart opens, as it was in Britain in 1944, and so the staging of the play in 1940s dress in a new production at the White Bear Theatre comes to make perfect sense.

With all of its surging hormones and thwarted passions this is a play suited to a mostly young cast, yet it is still a brave project for Secret Centre Theatre to take on with a group of actors just out of drama school.

Yet this is a successful production, even a triumphant production. These grand, tragic characters (it is easy to see why the early 19th-century Romantics loved this play) are played not as archetypes, but as real humans wrestling with their problems – if often spectacularly unsuccessfully. A few of the minor characters in the cast of 17 struggle with the Caroline language, but generally it is delivered with verve and pace, carrying the audience along with it. READ MORE

* I must have read this figure before, but it struck me anew this morning – only 13 per cent of men and 15 per cent of women are eating at least five portions of fruit and veg each day. (It is not that I can claim any high ground on this – in my early working years, when in my own small defence I often worked 12 hour-plus days – I wouldn’t have averaged more than two or three.)

An article in the Observer suggests this is linked to mental dysfunction:

Increasing rates of anxiety, depression and irritability could be due to a poor diet that lacks the essential chemicals to keep the brain healthy, according to a leading mental health charity.

* Books: are we on the cusp of the e-revolution? But for now here’s what sounds like a truly inspirational book by a woman abused horribly as a child, in south London, who has made her own successful way in the world. (Ugly by Constance Briscoe)

* You know all that fuss about “elderly mothers” – well, women who have children in their forties are four times more likely to survive to 100 than women who gave birth earlier. And pregnancy makes you smarter – perhaps all of those men sacking their workers when they get pregnant should think again.

* John Simpson speaks out against the blunt instrument of the government’s anti-terrorism legislation:

There have been unreflective, knee-jerk laws in this area in the past: the ban on broadcasting the sound of Gerry Adams’s voice, for instance. It will be much harder to defend society better against terrorism if we prevent journalists from finding out the precise nature of the threat against us. Does the Government really mean to do this amount of damage to the meticulous, independent journalistic investigation of terrorism? Surely not.

I’m looking at the purchase in the mid-16th century (for “vs iijd”, which I read as five shillings and three pence, i.e. quite a lot) of “two aulter frontes of Dornyke and res.”

Any idea about Dornkye and res. (The full stop is part of the res. making it – is this right for the period? look like an abbreviation.)

All help gratefully received!

“Where uppon Sundayes and all festival dayes the boyes and mardes and children … presently after dinner come into the Church, there they play in such manner as children use to doe till darke night, and hence cometh principally that inordinate noyse which many tymes suffereth not the preacher to be heard in the Quyre.”

… but they didn’t, happily, have Asbos in 1631.
(from London Churches Before the Great Fire, Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, London, 1917, p. 22)