It is definitely that time of year again. Everywhere you look there are flashing lights and people falling out of pubs. At least The Centre MK are still doing things in style. Their Christmas display is as magnificent as ever and it is also the only one I've seen this year, to include a Nativity scene. It was rather magical to walk around whilst sipping on an eggnog latte.
Only two weeks to go until Christmas is here and that only means one thing, lots of people going out and getting plenty of festive 'cheer'. It is after all the season to be jolly and I see no reason why we can't all enjoy it, responsibly. Just remember to wrap up warm and please, DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE.
The Ramblings of a Nobody
There are things in this life that makes us smile, bring a tear to our eyes or just down right p*#s us off. The world around us is an interesting place. Come in and share a piece of mine. I might even share a short story now and again.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Thursday, 22 November 2012
Ray's Jazz Cafe.
There is this little place that I've been trying to find for a while now and today I finally found it! Ray's Jazz Cafe on Charing Cross Road (London). It was rather quite busy for a little place that is well tucked away. The place was packed and there wasn't even any live music today. I wonder how busy it gets when there is an act performing? Despite the trouble I had finding it, I'm glad that I did. Now that I know where it is I will definitely be going again. I can see this becoming one of my many little haunts.
I regret to inform you that Rays's Jazz Cafe is no more. It has now closed to make way for luxury apartments. My apologies to all those who will never get to experience a piece of London's rapidly disappearing culture.
I regret to inform you that Rays's Jazz Cafe is no more. It has now closed to make way for luxury apartments. My apologies to all those who will never get to experience a piece of London's rapidly disappearing culture.
Monday, 19 November 2012
Spirits of the Underground.
The London Underground first opened with the Metropolitan Line way back
in 1863. Almost 150 years later it has
expanded to a vast maze of tunnels and escalators, covering over 250 miles of
track. As we find ourselves travelling
deeper under ground, you can’t help but feel that you are entering the
unknown. What secrets lie hidden within
these concrete walls? After a century
and a half of murder and tragedy, a few unexplained bumps in the night should
not be unexpected. Everyone knows that
rush hour can get a little crowded, with approximately 4 million people
travelling on the tube everyday but even after closing time, the underground is
busier than you might think. Once the
commuters have returned home, that is when the lingering spirits of the past
come out to play. With footsteps echoing
down empty corridors and strange screams coming through the dark, travelling
alone at night can be a very unsettling experience.
One of the most
chilling occurrences on the underground, had its origins more than one hundred
years before the tube was even opened. A
terrifying scream that echoes down the tunnels of Farringdon, is all that
remains of a young girl who was the victim of terrible abuse, ending in murder.
Anne Naylor was a
thirteen year old trainee hat maker, who was murdered by her employer, Sarah
Metyard, in 1758. She had suffered for
many years at the hands of Metyard and her daughter, until finally one day, her
employer went too far and she lost her life. Metyard had tried to dispose of
Anne’s body in the sewers of Chick Lane.
Parts of the body were discovered, leading to her conviction.
The ghost of Anne
Naylor, was thought to haunt the sewers of Chick Lane for many years. For reasons that no one knows, she has now managed to somehow find her way
to Farringdon Station , where she has become known as ‘The Screaming Spectre.’ Many people have claimed to hear her cries
echoing down the station. Could this be
the devastating cry of a young girl desperate to be heard? Or is it just the sound of ancient rails
begging to be replaced?
During World War Two,
the underground was used as a safe place for many people, as a communal shelter
during the air raids. Entire families
would gather together and hide from the Luftwaffe. They would tell stories and sing songs to
keep their morale high, whilst their homes were being destroyed above their
heads. For one group of 173 people,
mainly women and children, that safe place became a nightmare.
The station entrance at
Bethnal Green , was the location of one of the more serious losses of civilians
during the war. 173 people were crushed
in the stairway entrance, whilst trying to escape an air raid in a blind
panic. One of the more poignant parts of
this tragedy, is that it wasn’t even an air raid they had been running
from. The sirens had been a false alarm,
after a new anti-aircraft gun recently set up in Victoria Park had caused a
panic with its large booming sounds that were mistaken for a bomb. There had been no reason for any of those people
to die that day.
Ever since the tragedy,
there have been many reports of people feeling uncomfortable whilst in the
station. This has often been explained
by the use of machines with low-frequency sounds, which can cause some people
to feel uncomfortable. That does not
however, explain the sounds of women and children screaming. A sound that many people have reported
hearing in the booking hall. This could
be explained during the busy daytime, when there may well be groups of
over-excited children about. How would
you explain it after hours, when the station is supposed to be empty? Surely a large, noisy group would be easy to
spot, wouldn’t they?
Many famous people have been seen on the
Piccadilly Line. I have even spotted a
few familiar faces myself. If you find
yourself in Covent Garden Station late at night during the winter months, then
you might be lucky enough to spot the actor William Terriss. With his tall hat and white gloves, he should
be fairly easy to recognise.
William Terriss was
stabbed to death on The Strand, close to the Adelphi Theatre in December
1897. It is thought that he was a
regular visitor to a bakery, which once stood where the station now
stands. Terriss’s ghost has often been
spotted in the tunnels of Covent Garden, with the first recorded sighting happening
in the 1950’s. The station staff had got
used to his presence and never had any problem with it, until he one day appeared in their staff
room, resulting in many of them applying for a transfer elsewhere. It would seem that this harmless manifestation
had gotten a little too close for comfort.
One of the most
unsettling experiences reported by London underground staff, is that of the
disappearing tube traveller. The most
occurrences seem to be at Elephant and Castle Underground Station, situated on
the end of the Bakerloo Line. Both staff
and commuters have seen a woman boarding a train but have never seen her
leave. She gets on the train but does
not appear to get off again. When staff
go to remove her from the empty train she has disappeared. This mysterious entity has also been blamed,
for the echoing footsteps that have often been heard in the empty station after
hours. Is this the spirit of a restless
traveller who never made it home? Or is
it that some people move so quickly, that they seem to just disappear into the
shadows.
Ever since the
underground opened and even whilst it was being built, it has been plagued by
tragedy. From tunnel collapses, to
collisions and suicide. This vast maze
of endless tunnels has seen its fair share of death. Even in more recent times it has seen tragedy
on a large scale, with the fire in the Kings Cross Tunnel in 1987. Then of course there was the suicide bombings
in 2005. Millions of people travel on
the underground on a daily basis and for some of them, it is a journey that
they will quite literally be making for all eternity. The tube is probably filled with as many
unseen commuters as it is physical ones.
Spirits of the dead, who will wander through the tunnels or ride across
the city day after day, never reaching their planned destination.
If you find yourself on
an empty underground station, don’t just assume that you are alone. If you can hear voices or footsteps when
there is no one else around, just because you cannot see them, it doesn’t mean
that they are not there. When you can
hear a train that doesn’t arrive, spare a thought for the poor souls that never
made it to the platform.
Thursday, 8 November 2012
It's About Time.
Who else hates those kids that barge their way to the front of the bus queue? Today I had the best driver ever. She made them get off and wait until everyone else had got on first. I would have applauded her but I was too cold and tired and not really in the mood. It's about time someone tried teaching school kids some manners. They run riot and make life miserable for everyone else. It's just a shame that it is being done by a bus driver and not in the classroom where it should be happening.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Winona's Grown Up!
I can't believe that Winona Ryder is now 41! It doesn't seem like five minutes ago that she was one of the hottest teen stars around. I have been watching her films for most of my life and it is hard to believe that I am nearly grown up too. Let's just hope that the future brings us some more iconic characters to add to the ones that she's already given us. Watch this little video that I made celebrating this amazing lady. I have blogged it before but I think that it deserves another look.
Lick it up baby, lick it up!
Lick it up baby, lick it up!
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
NocturnalWanderers.com
Here is another short story for you to read. It is an idea that I had a while back and is the basis for a book that I am currently working on. The finished book will be slightly different from this little story but it does have the same theme. I had the idea of combining rich sociopaths, lonely outcasts and the dangers of the internet, with a little bit of macabre history thrown in to make it a little more interesting. I hope you enjoy reading it and understand the lesson that I was trying to convey.
NocturnalWanderers.com.
13 High Street South. That was definitely the address that she had
given her. The message clearly said; ‘Meet
me at 13 High Street South, 6:30pm, and don’t be late.’ This was the place, but she was not here, nor
was anything else. No. 13, was just the
site of what used to be a bungalow. It
had been burnt out years ago, and all of the windows and doors were still
boarded up. Laura looked at her watch,
it was still only 6:15. Maybe she hadn’t
arrived yet.
When she first signed up to NocturnalWanderers.com, Laura
had only wanted to make new friends.
What she had found, was a group of people, pretending to be members of
the undead. At first she was unsure of
the site, but curiosity kept her going back to it. She soon found herself being drawn in to the
fantasy. She had even made friends with
a girl named Mia Dulaarc. They had been
talking online for almost a month, and then one day, she asked her if she would
like to join her crypt. Even though she
knew it was wrong, she was not able to stop herself from coming here. There was a part of her, that desperately
wanted to find a place where she could belong.
Now that she was actually here, it no longer seemed like such a good
idea.
Mia had seen the girl arrive, and watched from the
shadows as she waited patiently outside.
Many girls had decided not to stick around after seeing the burnt out
house. Every so often, one of them did,
just like this one was. They were so
desperately lonely, and wanted so much to be a part of something, anything,
that they were willing to take the risk.
These were the girls that she wanted for her little family. The hopeless loners with nowhere else to go.
As soon as the clock struck 6:30 she made her move. The girl did not move, as she stepped out of
the shadows behind her.
“You must be Laura.” She said.
“Welcome home.”
At first Laura was unsure of
the woman that was suddenly standing there in front of her. She was dressed all in black and her face was
pale, but at least it was a friendly one.
The side door of the house was now open, and she could feel the heat
that was coming from within. It was a
cold evening, and so she decided to go inside.
The inside of the house was not at all how she expected
it to look. Someone must have
redecorated at some point. It certainly
didn’t look as though there had been a fire in there. The walls had all been painted red, apart from
one, that had been painted with a strange mural that gave her the creeps. It was a large, wall sized painting that
depicted women with stakes through their hearts, being burnt on top of large
bonfires, before being decapitated by soldiers with long, silver swords.
There appeared to be just this one big room. On the wall opposite the one with the strange
painting, there was a fire. It was
giving out a warm, welcoming heat, and she felt herself being drawn towards
it. The rest of the room was empty, apart
from the large sofas, arranged in a u-shape around the fire. The room was lit by one giant chandelier,
which she noticed used candles instead of light bulbs. There did not appear to be any signs of
electricity anywhere. Someone had gone
to a lot of trouble, to make this place look as authentic as they possibly
could.
As she sat warming herself by the fire, Laura suddenly
realised that she was alone. The woman
who had greeted her, was gone. Her heart
was racing, as she looked for the exit door, and then found it locked. She was trapped. Panic set in as she remembered her phone,
that was sitting on the kitchen table.
She was starting to wish that she’d told someone where she was
going. No one knew that she was here.
Not knowing what else to do, she sat by the fire and
waited. An eternity seemed to pass,
before she heard a sound coming from behind her. Laura turned to see a doorway suddenly
appear, in the middle of the mural. The
mysterious lady appeared from within, followed by six girls of about her
age. They looked pale, and walked slowly
with their heads bowed down. None of
them looked at her, as they made their way to the front of the room. They sat in a circle in front of the
fire. The Lady gestures to Laura that
she should join them. The fire was warm
on her back, but she felt cold. A couple
of the girls looked familiar to her, but she couldn’t work out where she knew
them from. There was only silence, as
they sat and waited.
The Lady placed a large, silver cup in the centre of the
circle, and each of the girls held out one of her hands. Then she took out a silver dagger, and cut
them across their palms until the blood flowed out. The girls then held their hands over the cup,
and it started to fill with their blood.
Laura watched in horror, until The Lady turned to her, and asked her to
hold out her hand. The other girls were
now looking at her, and the blank expressions in their eyes, seemed to tell her
that she had no choice.
Reluctantly, Laura held out her hand. At first, she felt no pain, but as the blood
started to flow, it stung like crazy.
She could feel the tears burning the back of her eyes, as she let her
blood drip into the cup. Her head started
to spin as she felt herself grow weak.
The blood just kept on dripping from her hand, until finally, it started
to congeal, and she was allowed to take her hand away.
The Lady picked up the silver cup, and studied its
contents with a strange, glazed look in her eyes. The girls sat silent and motionless, as she
carefully poured the blood into what appeared to be a jam jar. Then she went off through a door that Laura
had not noticed before, and returned a few seconds later empty-handed.
“A fine harvest this evening ladies. The new member of our family, has made quite
the addition to our bounty. Arise now,
and return to your lair.”
The girls stood up, and Laura
followed them as they went back through the door from which they came. She followed them down a narrow stairway, and
into what appeared to be a cellar. There
were several large mattresses lying in the corner, and the large table in the
middle, was covered in bowls of fruit and bread. Each of the girls picked at the food, before
lying down to rest.
Laura looked around the room, and knew that she had made
a big mistake. She was trapped here, and
before long, she would become like the rest of them. Her blood would be drained little by little,
night after night, until she no longer had the strength to carry on.
Mia Dulaarc studied the jars of blood that filled the tiny
fridge. She opened two of them, and
poured the contents into the steaming hot water, that filled her red-stained
tub. As she lay back in the water, she
looked up at the picture of Elizabeth Bathory that was hanging on the wall, and
she smiled to herself, as she made plans for reeling in her next victim.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Prehistoric London
Q: What do you get if you cross Jurassic Park
with Pompeii?
A: Crystal Palace Park, London.
Well, they’re
not really fossilized Dinosaurs, but simply the strange creations of the
sculptor Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins. Built
in 1853, they are one of the strangest parts of the Victorian era that still
survives in London today. The park
itself is a nice place to visit, with plenty of open space, picnic areas and a
children’s play area. There is a cafĂ© in
the park which is a nice, cheap and cheerful little place for a cup of coffee
or a bite to eat.
The walk around the Dinosaur Pond is
well sign-posted with the names and descriptions of the Dinosaurs on show. There is even an audio app of Darwin’s views
on evolution that can be downloaded as an extra guide around the walk. Just be warned that the path can get rather
muddy if the weather has been wet, so you might want to bear that in mind when
choosing which shoes to wear.
It is a shame that you don’t find
Crystal Palace Park in a lot of London tour guides, as it is one of the more
interesting parks in the city and well worth a visit. It is especially a good place to visit with
children, particularly little boys who like their Dinosaurs. They don’t even have to know that they are
only made of concrete. It’s always fun
to see just how far you can pull their little legs!
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