Thursday, 28 September 2017

Radical Clerkenwell



Join Alan Dein - broadcaster, writer and life-long Londoner - for a walk through the cobbled streets of Clerkenwell: the city’s centre for radicalism and non-conformism. With ancient architecture nestling alongside advertising agencies and coffee shops, Alan invites you to scratch the surface of Clerkenwell’s modern wealth. You will discover a history of overcrowded slums, cattle traders and artisans. Here, poverty brushed with power to create an appetite for both compassion and non-conformity - both of which still echo today. Our journey visits the execution site of rebels such as William “Braveheart” Wallace, the house where Lenin plotted the overthrow of Tsarist Russia, and the overcrowded Rookery slums that made the citizens of Clerkenwell ripe for political activism. But we’ll also go beyond the historical landmarks to see the many remnants of Clerkenwell’s history that still thrive today - the infamous Smithfield meat market, London’s first hospital and the charities and churches which grew along side rebellion to make Clerkenwell the beating heart of left-leaning reform.

https://www.detour.com/london/clerkenwell

Friday, 25 August 2017

How to get a Telephone Box into a Letter Box?



By the way of a finale to my run of telephone box-themed posts, it seems appropriate to offer up a philatelic concoction - or should I put it another way: how to squeeze a phone box into a post box...

To begin with a UK stamp issued in 2009. The K2 was one of a set of ten 'Design Classics' which also included such beloved beauties as the Spitfire & Concorde, the Mini & the Mini Skirt, the London Underground Map & the Routemaster Bus.





The 'Design Classics set was officially launched in 2009 by Mary Quant , designer of the Mini Skirt...

Over twenty years before the 'Design Classic' Royal Mail stamp, two Telephone Box stamps were issued from what was then called the 'Kenyan Posts and Telecommunications Corporation'. In 1986, to mark the Kenyan contribution to the Vancouver '86 Expo, and then a year later to celebrate 10 years of progress in rural communications.

Kenyan Pavilion at Vancouver '86 was actually zebra-striped 

The 5 bob triangle, and another phone box in use

Now compare the positive imagery of these two stamps with an article in Kenya's Daily Nation from 2010: 


Kenyan telephone booths take their last call this year. Telkom Ornage has decided to recall the last of the booths from the streets in the next couple of months. By the end of this year, the last of the 1,000 booths will be no more. With their exit, the war between the majestic red, yellow and (recently) cream booths, and the mobile phone finally draws to an end, won by the wireless. But the booths bow out with dignity, leaving behind fond memories"


From rural Kenya to former Yugoslavia, and three telephone box-related stamps...

In 1988 came a superb offering from Yugoslavia as part of their 'Postal Service' definitive set
In 1990 a celebration of the Yugoslavian phonecard
The 100th anniversary of the first ever public phone call in 2001

First Day Cover dated 20th November 2001. The name 'Yugoslavia' finally drops off from the stamps of the region around 2003


Sunday, 30 July 2017

And here are some more Telephone Boxes pictured on old Postcards...




In some of these examples it looks like the photographer must have deliberately composed the image to include the Telephone Boxes within the frame. 

In others, the box was simply an integral component of the landscape - or perhaps a box could have just coincidentally sneaked in to the final shot...


Clacton-on-Sea, Essex
Hythe in Kent
South Lanarkshire, Scotland
in Hampshire
East Sussex
Isle of Wight
North Yorkshire
North Yorkshire again: Whitby
Plymouth
Woodbridge, Suffolk

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Where's the Telephone Box?

                                                               
The traditional Telephone Box continues to disappear from our landscape. Some are conserved but have been shed of their function as a place to make phone calls, instead ending up housing defibrillator machines and coffee stands, or hosting mini libraries and art galleries.

Looking at old picture postcards sold in newsagents and tourist shops up and down the country in the years before and after the Second World War, it's a pleasure to play the game of spotting the ubiquitous Telephone Box. They are mostly the well known models formally dubbed K2s or K6s - and they're neatly sited in high streets, village greens, and beside municipal buildings.

To think of all those conversations that took place in these phone boxes, and in all kinds of weather. I wonder what was the longest distance call of them all, where a lovers chat led to a wedding, children and grandchildren, or where a simple coin-operated call may have changed the direction of someone's life forever.

So many stories contained in these wonderful little buildings that were once everywhere...

Corsock is a village in Dumfries and Galloway, south-west Scotland





The River Wye in Builth Wells



in Cambridgeshire
in Somerset

Amlwch, Anglesey is the most northern town in Wales


Monday, 29 May 2017

TORIES OUT - Grange Road, Bermondsey, London SE1


Another old photo of mine. This time taken in Grange Road, Bermondsey, London SE1 in the late 1980s. This was a study of T.W. HASTINGS Boot & Shoe Repairs, which had evidently been closed down for quite sometime. The picture was part of a series of derelict shop fronts that I was collecting at the time - and this example really had a splendid worn out wooden facade. And there is so much wood. The padlocked door, the shuttered window, the large hand-painted pale blue sign. Even the number 205 is encased in a gorgeous trapezoid-like red box, which matches the colour of the name of the shop.

Oh - and I've just spotted a rude hand written word scribbled on the door, next door
After all that dead wood had been skipped, the building eventually got converted into smart-looking apartments. The former life of No.205 was obliterated. No-one would ever know that T.W. HASTINGS had ever existed. However, the attractive blue bricked dividing column does still remain to this day.

So with just over a week to go until the General Election, this photograph is now appropriately topical...


Sunday, 9 April 2017

MAJESTIC Port Talbot, South Wales


"It's like another world" I often say to myself when I return to a place that has changed beyond all recognition. Back in the early 1990's I was spending a lot of time traveling to South Wales to record oral history interviews with people who were involved in the steel industry. Inevitably this meant many trips to Port Talbot, a town that had been associated with steel making since the beginning of the twentieth century.

During my time off  between the interviewing sessions, I'd wander around taking photographs, and I often made a beeline for old cinema buildings, which have always fascinated me. This photograph captures the deserted hulk of what was once the marvelous MAJESTIC cinema, which had first opened in 1938.

During what was actually a very short life for this cinema, it had several name changes including the Odeon and the Plaza, and then THE MAJESTIC spent the last decade of its life as a bingo hall until it closed down forever in 1980.

I took the photo during the very last years of a long period that the MAJESTIC had stood empty - before the wrecking ball paid a visit in 1995.

Not so Fine & Fair for the Majestic
The entrance to the MAJESTIC was the all-black tiled area situated to the right of Fyne & Fayre Footwear. Bill posters cover the front, and a few shopping carts and a coin-in-the-slot toy machine have been spread outside by the shop's enterprising proprietor. But in the end the whole parade was to be flattened as well.

Today a massive Tesco complete with car park covers a landscape which looked so vibrant in a lovely 1958 photo that I've come across online - and which asks so many questions about how such a bustling scene ended up looking so maudlin when I took my photograph 25 years ago?

John Wayne starring in John Huston's 'The Barbarian and the Geisha' at ODEON, Port Talbot

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

What has happened to ELLIS?



An odd one this. I took the photograph about twenty five plus years ago, but I cannot recall where...

It was a time when I was actively compiling a collection of the discarded - mostly former shops and signage - during the course of my travels around the nation as an oral historian working for the British Library.

Here we have a two story house, possibly dating back to the inter-war years, with a shopfront attached. Not sure what Ellis sold, but highly likely it was some kind of a local provisions store. Judging by the broken first floor windows and the very much closed wooden shutters, the property had been empty for some time at the point when I was standing at the front gate with my camera...


I wonder how long the Ellis family had been associated with the house and shop?

What has happened to the site since I took the photograph?

Any ideas?

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

A Party in a Squat in Balls Pond Road, London N1 c.1990


Another recent rediscovery - a couple of photos that I took on the day of a party in a squatted building on the Balls Pond Road. A friend was playing in a jazz ensemble in one of the rooms, and I remember that throughout the place there were plenty of sculptural installations pieced together from found objects. Most of these gatherings seem to blur around this period as there were so many places like this in London - often short-lived but perfect sites to host these kinds of word-of-mouth happenings.

The next step would then be either being knocked down for redevelopment (as in this case), or smartened up to be transformed into luxury flats or offices.

But out of the blue comes a visual reminder of London's recent history in the days before the ubiquitous smartphone grab destined for immediate social media consumption. 

WHAT'S BEHIND is inscribed on the corrugated metal fencing - but what's the story of the requisitioned four door family saloon in front?


Monday, 6 February 2017

Mark Twain in East Germany: Ladies, Language, Liberty, Literature, Liquor, Love




Back in December 2013, I wrote a post about 'Seven Sea Books' of East Berlin. Last Saturday I picked up a copy of a paperback called 'Your Personal Mark Twain' for £1. It looked unread, I'd never seen it before, and significantly it has slotted neatly into my very slowly increasing collection of books published by 'Seven Seas'...

Seven Seas were based in Glinkastrasse 13-15 East Berlin, and had been founded in 1958 by the American Gertrude Gelbin, the wife of the German author Stefan Heym (whose real name was in fact Helmut Flieg).

Heym had fled Nazi Germany in 1933. He lived in the US from 1935, and during WW2 was attached to the American psychological warfare unit. His task was to compose destabilizing communications to the German soldiers. Then in 1952, he and his wife Gertrude decided to quit 'the West' in protest of the American involvement in the Korean War. 

Seven Seas Books published Heym's own writing, as well as the work of 'Blacklisted' Hollywood screenwriters like Abraham Polonsky and Ring Lardner Jnr, and what they called 'The Classics' - Charles Dickens, William Morris, Walt Whitman and Mark Twain. The editions were all printed in English, and mostly geared for the export market - India, Ghana and Australia were popular destinations. In the former German Democratic Republic they'd have cost you 2.85 Deutsche Marks a piece...

Gertrude Gelbin declared that the Seven Seas publications were by 'progressive authors, neglected or censored in their own countries, and favouring work that demonstrated anti-fascist, anti-racist, and anti-war themes, but which also possessed considerable literary merit'.

Although there doesn't appear to be a great deal written about the history of Seven Seas, several online posts include incomplete listings of their output over some twenty or so years. Around 140 books in all...



Published in 1961, book cover designed by Lothar Reher

Sunday, 8 January 2017

Bird in Bush Road, London SE15

A Bird in the Hand is worth two in the Bush

Before the mid 1980s, I rarely ventured into South East London. All that was to change when Ricko, a good pal from my Polytechnic days, and his girlfriend at the time, moved into a huge Victorian squatted house just off the Old Kent Road. I spent many days there over the years, and we'd regularly walk the neighbourhood - often photographing the remnants of an earlier time that had been left to crumble away. It was an era when no-one anticipated terms like regeneration and gentrification would ever apply to places like Camberwell, Peckham or New Cross.

I recall that I took this photograph in the sweetly named 'Bird in Bush Road' - showing a section of a decaying cobblers shop and the part reflection of the housing opposite. A quick online search does not explain the origin of the street's unusual name, but we're told that the street was formerly known as Carlton Street, and re-named 'Bird in Bush Road' in 1912.

I'm pleased that I did get this one snap rather than none at all, but I do now wish I'd taken two (or more) photos of this place, and the landscape around the site of the former shop.

The things that we already have are worth more than the things we only hope to get?