Wednesday, 30 May 2018

Wednesday Thought: Joan of Arc

Hello gentle readers, very few 19 year olds go on to become major historical figures. Joan of Arc is one of them. On this date in 1631 the Maid of Orleans was burned at the stake by the English.



Here are some of her words.



Children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth.


You say that you are my judge; I do not know if you are; but take good heed not to judge me ill, because you would put yourself in great peril.

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.



#wednesdaythought #joanofarc #smiths #omd

Saturday, 26 May 2018

Today in History: May 26th

Good Evening Gentle Readers, its time to sink your fangs into the neck of history and drink deeply on the sweet blood of time.



1896: Nicholas II becomes the last Tsar of Russia

1897: The novel Dracula by Bram Stoker is published.

1907: Hollywood legend John Wayne is born.

1948: Singer Stevie Nicks is born.


#26may #todayinhistory #dracula #nicholasII #johnwayne #stevienicks

Thursday, 24 May 2018

Today in History: May 24th

Greetings Gentle Readers, lets journey down the by-ways of time and find ourselves at the crossroads of history.


1607: 100 English settlers found the town of Jamestown in North America.




1819: Future Queen of the UK Victoria is born.


1883: After 14 years of construction the Brooklyn Bridge opens.


1941: Singer Songwriter and Nobel Prize winner Bob Dylan is born.



1956: The first Eurovision Song Contest takes place.

#may24 #todayinhistory #jamestown #victoria #brooklynbridge #bobdylan #eurovision

Bob Dylan: The top 10 songs

Hey Gentle Readers. Those amongst you who are regulars are probably aware that I am a little bit of a fan of Robert Zimmerman AKA Bob Dylan.

Bob Dylan: Through the years


I came to him quite late, I was in my late 20s, but that doesnt matter. Once anyone discovers a musician its quite easy to get caught up.

Today, the 24th May 2018 is his 77th birthday and the Nobel Prize winner is still touring and releasing new material.


Here, for you, in no particulat order, are my favourite ten Bob Dylan tracks.

1. Subterranean Homesick Blues


2. Hurricane


3. Maggies Farm


4.A hard rains gonna fall

5. Mr Tambourine Man


6. Blowing in the Wind


7. The times they are a changing.


8. Every grain of Sand


9. Make you feel my love.


10. Like a Rolling Stone



Happy Birthday Bob

#bobdylan

Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Today in History: May 16th

Well its fabulous to see you back gentle reader and I have to say you all look fantastic. Its time once again to don the sparkly suit of time and flash that dazzling white smile of history.



1770: Marie Antoinette, then just 14 marries the future Louis XVI then only 15.

1919: Pianist and 'Ladies man' Liberace is born.



1929: The Oscars are awarded for the first time.

1953: Actor Pierce Brosnan is born.




1966: China issues the May 16th declaration starting The Cultural Revolution.


#marieantoinette #liberace #oscars # piercebrosnan #culturalrevolution

Bugs!

Hello Gentle Readers.


Its hot in China. The last few days have seen the temperature rise to the mid 30s.

This has meant that there have been lots of insects coming out.

I took these photos yesterday. The dark coloured bug is a cicada. I have know idea what the green one with the strange red head is. Its pretty though.

#china #bugs #cicada

Friday, 11 May 2018

Today in History: 11th May

Hello there gentle readers. Lets watch the melting clocks of time as the stilt wearing elephants of history go marching past our window.




868: The Diamond Sutra, the world's oldest dated printed book is printed in China.



1720: Famous liar Baron Munchausen is born.



1811: Chang and Eng Bunker, the original Siamese Twins are born.





1904: Surrealist painter Salvador Dali is born.



1927: The Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences (The Oscars) is founded.



1981: Bob Marley, Jamaican reggae star and politician dies.



1985: 56 people die when a fire destroys part of the Bradford City football stadium.



#todayinhistory #11may #diamondsutra #baronmunchausen #changandeng #salvadordali #oscars #bobmarley #bradfordcity

Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Top 10 Most Shocking Game of Thrones moments.

Valar Morgulis Gentle Readers.



After more than 3 years I have finally succumbed. I love Game of Thrones; the books and the tv show; but I have never blogged about it before.

For my first post on GoT I want to share with you my own personal top 10 of shocking moments.

They are in chronological order.

1. Jaime pushes Bran from the window.

Even more shocking because it happens in the first episode. Bran had seen the twins Jaime and Cersei having incestual sex.



2. Eddard Stark is executed.

Sean Bean WAS the star of the first season. His death proved that ANYONE could die.


3. The Red Woman gives birth.

Melissandre and Davos have found a nice damp cave and she suddenly strips naked and gives birth to a smoke demon which then kills Renly Baratheon.


4.  The Red Wedding

Truly shocking in both the books and the tv show. In a little over 5 minutes, GoT was completely vhanged.


5. The Purple Wedding

Joffrey was a slimy, evil little toad but even his death was a shock.


6. The Mountain and the Viper

Gregor Clegane and Oberyn Martell battle hand to hand. Just as we believe the evil Mountain has been defeated. He crushes Oberyns head with his bare hands.


7. The Walk of Shame

Cersei after her trial is forced by the High Sparrow to walk naked through the streets of Kings Landing.


8. Sansa kills Ramsay

After he raped and beat her you can not really blame her for doing it but feeding him to his own dogs seems a bit North Korean to say the least.


9.  Cersei kills...well almost everybody

Using wildfire to destroy the Sept of Baelor and kill almost all her enemies in one go. It also causes her son King Tommen to commit suicide and Cersei becomes queen.


10. Undead Viserion destroys the Wall

The newly zombified dragon breaths blue fire and the wall comes tumbling down


#gameofthrones

Today in History: May 9th

Hello Gentle Readers its time to March the march of history as we celebrate the great victory of time.


1860: The creator of Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie is born.


1941: The British Navy captures the Nazi submarine U-110 and with it the Enigma machine.



1949: American musician Billy Joel is born.



1974: The process of impeachment begins against Richard Nixon over the Watergate affair.


2015: The largest ever parade in Red Square takes place to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the end of World War II.



#todayinhistory #may9 #jmbarrie #u-110 #billyjoel #watergate #redsquare

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Lazarus Rising Chapter 12 (part 2)

Hello Gentle Readers, here is the conclusion of chapter 12.

8am

Alex' unit had been woken at six. He himself had not slept a wink that night and the men had lined up to receive their orders. The barn they had been billeted at was to become a field hospital and Alex and a few of his comrades had been ordered to protect it in case the French broke through the lines.
"Fuck!" he thought to himself. Once again, a chance for glory had been taken away. Guarding the medics and the wounded wasn't soldiering. He was a soldier and playing nursemaid to the unlucky bastards who did get to fight and were injured  fighting for their country was not what he had signed up for.
The battle had begun, not that he could see it; but he could hear it and smell it on the wind. The sound of cannon, both British and French drowned out the sound of muskets and rifles and the wind was blowing the acrid smell of gunpowder back towards his position.
The wounded had started to appear. First slowly but after an hour of the huge French barrage of artillery a steady stream of wounded men began to arrive, Some were walking wounded with minor injuries. One young man had been shot in the arm with a musket ball and it hung useless at his side.
"Poor bastard" Alex said to one of the other guards, "He's gonna lose that arm"
Others were coming in on makeshift stretchers. Blood was dripping onto the ground, mixing with the rain and mud creating a crazy cocktail underfoot. The bearers slipped in the foul smelling morass of mud qnd gore but they kept going, delivering the mangled and mutilated to the caring arms of the surgeons and volunteer carers, priests mostly, who had arrived that morning.
It was excruciating for both Alex and his comrades, watching their fellow soldiers arriving, knowing that for most of them this could be the last journey any of them would ever make.

The noise of the barrage subsided and a new noise could be heard. The cavalry had started their charge and interspersed with the occasional cannon blast was the sound of musket and rifle shot and the distinctive rumble of horses hooves and metal hitting metal as swords were used in close combat.
Alex wanted to rush up to the ridge to see what was happening in the valley below but resisted the temptation. The last time he had done something rash like that was at Vimiero and he was still paying the price of that decision six years later. So he stood, watching the wounded and dying arrive, helping if he could but still alert to any French breakthrough.

One of the surgeons suddenly appeared at his shoulder.
"Private, please we need your help"
"Yes Sir" Alex said and ran with the doctor back into the barn.
What he saw was like a vision from hell. The bodies of the poor souls who had not survived their injuries had been piled ignominiously at one end of the barn where a priest was praying. The screams of the ones still living rang around the barn. Men were crying to God or asking for their mothers or just screaming at the doctors who were doing the best to keep them alive.
"Here Private, quickly" the surgeon said.
'Hold this man down, I need to take his arm."
The man was large and strong and Alex had to use all his weight to keep him still while the surgeon prepared.
"No," the man gasped, "Dont let him take it."
"Too late my friend" Alex said. "Do you want to live?"
The surgeons blade was pushed down with such a force that Alex was sprayed with the mans blood.
The man screamed and immediately passed out.The surgeon threw the arm onto a pile of discarded limbs and sighed.
"Four legs and seven arms. This is carnage."
"This is battle" Alex replied, he looked down at the armless soldier, "Keep him alive."



As he was about to return to his sentry duty outside he spotted a face, a face he had not seen for a while. He was a few years older than he was the last time he saw his old friend.
"Jimmy, Jimmy Smith" he yelled. "Come on Jimmy, its Alex, wale up man."
"Its no use Private" said the surgeon, "There is no hope for this man."
Alex turned to face him.
"This man is a hero of the 95th rifles, please do what you can."
"His injuries are more severe, he will die, there is nothing I can do. I have more men who stand a better chance, they need my help more than this man."
"But he's my friend" Alex cried.
"I'm sorry. You are dismissed."

Taking one last look at Jimmy, Alex bowed his head, said a silent prayer and left. At the door he looked back to see an orderly dumping Jimmy's body onto the growing pile. A tear fell from his eye and he stepped from the barn. As his vision readjusted to the brightness outside he saw more wounded being brought in on a cart. They were dressed in the distinctive green jackets of the 95th.
5 men had been thrown roughly into the cart and a tired looking pony was dragging it slowly towards the barn.
He rushed over and started looking at the faces of the men.  When he looked at the third face, he took a step back in shock. He stepped forward again and stared more closely.
"Well aint life a bitch" he said out loud. And then he started to laugh. He laughed so hard that he choked on his own breath and it was then that the tears came.

But with the tears came a plan.

Today in History: May 6th

Hello again gentle reader. Lets lay back on the comfy couch of history as we are psycho-analysed by the shrink of time.


1856: Sigmund Freud is born.



1889: The Eiffel Tower is officially opened to the public.



1937: The Zeppelin "Hindenberg" catches fire and is destroyed in less than a minute.



1954: Roger Bannister becomes the first person to run a mile in under 4 minutes.

1961: Actor George Clooney is born.



1994: The Channel Tunnel is officially opened by Queen Elizabeth II and President Mitterand.


#channeltunnel #georgeclooney #rogerbannister #hindenberg #eiffeltower #sigmundfreud #may6th #todayinhistory

Friday, 4 May 2018

Today in History: May 4th

Greetings Gentle Readers. Its Star Wars day so lets Feel the Force of time while we cuddle the Wookie of history.

Robert and Papa meet Chewie and R2D2 at Disney HK




1959: The first Grammy Awards take place.



1970: The Kent State shootings. 4 unarmed students are killed by Ohio National Guardsmen at Kent state university during an anti Vietnam war protest.



1979: Margaret Thatcher becomes the first Female prime minister of the UK.



1990: Latvia declares independence from the Soviet Union.



2011: The first Star Wars Day is celebrated



#todayinhistory #maythe4thbewithyou #starwars #latvia #maggiethatcher #kentstateuniversity #grammys


Tuesday, 1 May 2018

Lazarus Rising: Chapter 12 Part 1

Hello Gentle readers; those of you that have been following the blog from the beginning will be aware that I was writing and publishing my novel "Lazarus Rising" here on the blog.

It has been unfortunate that due to lots of other commitments I have not published any new material for over 2 years. But here finally I will present chapter 12.

Be warned this chapter includes some graphic passages concerning injuries received by soldiers.


Lazarus Rising
Chapter 12

Waterloo 18th June 1815
Midnight

     Alex Tremaine blinked against the  rain that was coming down so hard that it soaked through his uniform to his very bones. He cursed out loud at the Regimental Sergeant-Major who had chosen him for guard duty. Who was there to guard from? The French were still 6 miles away and the villagers had all fled. His troop was safe and warm in the well-built stone barn and he, yet again, was posted to stand guard.

     He though back six years to that fateful day, the day his honour had been taken away. The day he had gambled and lost everything. The sunny and hot climate of Portugal and the harsh dry mountains of Vimiero seemed a world away from this rain soaked, cold mire of a farm just outside the insignificant Dutch Empire village of Waterloo. But, as his snot-nosed Lieutenant had informed the troop, Lord Wellington believed that this place, would be where Napoleon's army and the combined forces of the British, Dutch and German armies would battle and, according to the Sergeant, a brute of a man called Haddigan, today was the day that honour would be earned and history would be written,

    And here he was, wet, cold, hungry and angry; so very angry. His anger permeated every pore of his skin. It filled his heart and created his dreams. His dreams of vengeance. Vengeance against the man that he blamed for his downfall and subsequent disgrace, Vengeance against the man who had been his friend. Vengeance against the man he had admired and loved, even though he had not returned that love, he was happy just to be near him.
    
     He gripped the musket in his hands tighter and imagined it was the neck of his former friend. His hatred and lust for revenge kept him warm inside. He rubbed his eyes again to keep them dry against the torrent. In a sick, twisted way he hoped the French would attack now. Every Frenchman he killed would have the same face.

   The face that had said nothing after the battle of Vimiero; the face that refused to speak in his defense at the court martial. The face that had watched him being flogged and showed no emotion.
His back still bore the scars of the beating he had received 6 years ago. Although healed, they still itched and when he fucked those pretty blond boys they would ask hesitantly where he had received the horrible scars. His answer was always the same.

Alex's Flogging


"Because a friend let me down."

     After six years and countless battles in Portugal, Spain and France. He was here. Here in Waterloo. Alex knew that soon he would see his "friend" again. Captain, yes Captain Robert Foxworth and his "Fighting Foxes" were here somewhere. He had heard that they had been part of the action at Quatre Bras a few days ago and had now rejoined the main body of the army to fight Napoleon once again.

   The 95th rifles, he thought to himself, the war in Spain and Portugal had made them legends among the men. Their valiant acts had inspired the main army to victory after victory which had led eventually to the defeat of the French and their emperor. Everyone believed that the war was over but Boney's escape from Elba had revitalised the French and now everyone was here. Foxworth was here too, somewhere, out in the dark beyond the range of the lantern that hung above his sentry post. He was probably in a warm bed with a Belgian whore grasping his treacherous, back stabbing, heartless cock.

      He was relieved from his guard duty by a young boy called Perkins who was new to the unit. Alex remembered the boys arrival well. He had caught him crying for his mother back home and had admonished the boy for cowardice, He had threatened to tell the Sergeant about it unless the boy did him a favour. Perkins had kept him warm that night and several nights since.

"About fuckin' time too" Alex grunted.
"Sorry Alex" the boy whispered.
"You fuckin will be if I have anything to do with it." Alex declared, "Its not the French you have to worry about, its going to be me standing behind you with my bayonet in your arse."
With that Alex headed inside leaving the boy shivering. But it wasn't the cold or even the rain that made him tremble.

4am

     Alex had tried to get some sleep but couldn't. His restless mind kept thinking about Foxworth and the events of the past 9 years. The fateful day when they had signed up together and took the King's shilling. They had become firm friends and had always looked out for each other. All through basic training and when they had joined the 95th they were inseparable, They drank together, sang together and even on occasions, whored together. Alex obviously played an act, it was hard to be different, especially in the army. He would go with Foxworth and flirt with the girls and go through the motions but the only time he ever got hard was when he and Robert shared the same girl.

     Robert and he would talk constantly about their pasts and Robert had even told him about his mother, father, Abigail and all that had befallen him. Robert had even told Alex about Eton and the incident with Abigail's father. After a few years, Alex knew more about Robert than Robert probably knew. Alex remembered everything.

     He had fallen in love with his friend; not platonic love that one would have for a close comrade, but a physical and emotional love. He desired Robert completely and wanted to tell him how he felt but he had been too scared to reveal his true intentions in case his feelings were not reciprocated. He remembered that night, the night he had eventually told Robert how he felt. The night before Vimiero when neither knew if they would be alive the next day.

     Robert had said they were brothers.

 "Brothers" Alex muttered into the dark.  His /"Brother" abandoned him to his fate, left him to suffer his ignominy alone. Disgraced, despairing and down hearted he had made it his goal to regain his honour and former rank but six years  had passed and although he had seen some action in those intervening years there had been little chance to redeem himself.

    Robert, on the other hand, had been at the center of everything. He fought in almost every major battle of the war in Spain and had become a favourite of the senior officers. His promotion after Vimiero had led to even greater honours for both him and the regiment. He had been allowed to  pick his own men from the cream of the regiment and they had gone behind enemy lines to harass and damage the enemy.

    At Talavera, he had led the line when the infantry officer had been killed and even though he had been wounded by a piece of flying shrapnel, he had refused to leave the field until the French had been routed. That piece of valour had got him made Captain and he now commanded a unit of 60 men including 4 junior officers. He had the love and admiration of his men, the senior officers and the whole damned stinking army, except him.

    He remembered the day he received his flogging. Lieutenant Foxworth had stood with the other officers and watched as he received his punishment. Rhe officers watched, unblinking, unflinching as each of the 30 lashes were brought down onto the exposed flesh of his back. He had told himself that he wouldn't cry out, but the pain had been so intense he could not steal himself against it. After 10 his back had started to bleed, after 20 he was so delirious that he started to hallucinate. He looked straight at Robert and pleaded with him to stop it from continuing but his friend simply stared back at him unemotionally. That was the moment, as the 21st  blow hit that his love turned to hatred

#lazarusrising