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The Holly and the wendy

Sunday, March 22nd, 2015 | tags: , , , ,  |

Downtown AlleywayI’ve lived in my downtown apartment for 6 weeks.  Today was the first time I got out to enjoy just wandering around, exploring

5hrs exploring. All of it full of treats peculiar to my tastes.

Holly, the lady on the till in the hat section of the 8 storey Macy’s store on Nicolette, was so helpful. 45 minutes helpful.  Our chatting. My listening. Didn’t stop anyone else buying anything! I’d already bought the hat, so this wasn’t a sales tactic. I suspect she’s chatty by nature and more than a tad bored. Downtown is VERY quiet on Saturday at 11am.  she explained that weekends, when all the office workers have left, are always quiet.  Ideal for “don’t like crowds’ me!

Holly was a high school teacher, she taught biology. She didn’t like the students who went on to be Engineers because they were unimaginative and focussed on ‘interesting’ engineering rather than societal value and function. She told me there’s a place near Industrial Blvd (and a cemetery, that I’ve been meaning to visit) that’s called “Honeywell Hill” because it’s where the company ‘Honeywell’ started out. Evidently they have excellent July 4th celebrations there, on the hill, not in the cemetery.

I think I’ll visit Holly again on another Saturday and find out about her dreams.


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name calling

Monday, July 15th, 2013 | tags: ,  |

LeavingI’ve been called many things since 1991, graduating as Dr. Wendy:

  • Noun: Researcher, Lecturer, Scientist, Engineer, Architect
  • Modifier: Assistant, Associate, Senior, Higher, Lead

I’ve recently been offered a new noun and modifier. That makes a six-pack for each set. I’m fit!



Apart from the fact that I am leaving my job of the last 4 years, can you guess what makes this leaving card a most appropriate choice?


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Looky Likey #8: Cruella de Ville

Monday, December 17th, 2012 | tags: , , ,  |

A wendy wearing her favourite, only, Askatrán wool hat inspires local Apple fan-boy onlookers with thoughts of Cruella de Ville.

Meanwhile a svelte local Polish girl ran her fingers through my hair as she effervesced:

Never dye your hair! it’s beautiful, grow it really long, it’s so witchy with the silky white and dark. You look so witchy, in a good way

I’ve added “Dalmation fur kilt” to my Christmas present wish list.

Looky Likey #8: Cruella de Ville
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stepping out

Monday, August 13th, 2012 | tags: , ,  |

leaving the ceremonythey’re so young, and

there’re so many guests :-

they’re as good as Indian

It’s the sort of comment that prompts me to produce furniture rattling laughter. And so it did. The Indian lady liked my refined audience skills. Turning to me she started a more detailed comparision between this Church of England wedding and the Indian family weddings she’d attended. Her husband nodded, smiled and giggled.

This happy couple helped distract me from the disturbing lack of hats. Over 200 guests and only 4 hats. If you count a fascinator as a hat then maybe 14 hats.  A generally poor show for headgear. Adrienne’s business must feel the pain of this changing trend.

stepping out
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foxy lady

Sunday, July 22nd, 2012 | tags: , ,  |

Foxy ladyI’ve known these people since primary school, they’ve just never grown up.

Love it!

Would you trust this lady with ensuring you got 5 a day? Exactly. Quite so. You can spot a dangerously subversive smile on a beautiful person…

foxy lady
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smart fox

Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 | tags: ,  |

Hat #20: English FoxyJim: you don’t need introductions because you’ve met before

wendy: yes, at solstice

Sue: at solstice?

wendy: I was wearing the fox’s ears

Sue: I remember the fox’s ears, I just can’t picture you in them, you look so…. ….so….smart

wendy: errrrm, thankyou, I think….

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help getting dressed

Saturday, May 12th, 2012 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Mumsie helped with my wedding outfit decisions. What goes with my fabulous new Royal Stewart tartan kilt:

  • Sox or stockings? Stockings – Mumsie didn’t think it was good form to reveal my bare knees to strangers. I take after Dad in the knee department, he once won a nobbly-knees contest
  • Red or Black stockings? Black stockings – Mumsie felt it would be ok to wear black to a wedding nowadays. The colour is no longer reserved for mourning.  Several wedding guests were dressed completely in black. Tiger, who was actually in mourning wore a black shirt. One guest wore a white lace dress, risking a clash with the Bride’s outfit
  • Red or Black shoes? Red shoesCelebratory flatties for lots of jigging on the post-vows disco dancefloor
  • White or Black shirt? White shirt
  • Leather or velvet jacket? Leather jacket
  • Hat or no hat – No hat!!!!!!  No-one at the wedding wore a hat.  4 women were sporting fascinators at the ceremony, but no hats or tiarras. A trend that’s changed dramatically in my wedding-going career
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family traits

Wednesday, March 7th, 2012 | tags: , , , , , ,  |

KnucklesMy 90 year aunt rubs her distorted, arthritic, hands.  Despite this distortion I find her hands beautiful. Her gently winkled skin doesn’t betray her grand age

Knarled and dapper

Mumsie and her elder sister try to remember the names and professions of their long-past elderly relatives who were mainly females:

Even the married female relatives lived as-if they were unmarried – without their husbands, running thier own businesses:

  • a Milliner – HATS!!!
  • a sweetshop owner

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wandering wardrobe

Monday, February 20th, 2012 | tags: , , ,  |

Empty roadWardrobe full of dreams C S Lewis wrote the Chronicals of Narnia while living in Oxford. On a frosty February morning driving along a deserted Oxfordhsire road reminds me of stepping from the Wardrobe into a frozen Narnia

Old Frenchy
My wardorbe was originally shipped from France to Portsmouth, probably circa 1880. It has a French accent. I found it in a 1993 garage sale (no garage) where the owner was moving to America and selling large furniture that wouldn’t ‘fit’ in an American apartment

Sailed to Seattle
Ironically, in 2000 I  shipped the wardrobe from Portsmouth to the USA. The french wardrobe looked decidely small in the large bedroom with its own built-in, walk-in, wardrobe. In Seattle the wardrobe was honourarily called an ‘Armoire‘ in respect of its origins.

Now nearer Narnia
Most recently it was shipped from Seattle to the Wendy House in Reading town,  near Narnia inspiring countryside of Oxfordshire. Armoire holds my hat collection. Over 50 hats, silk and top hats in hat boxes, baseball caps on hooks, Cloches  carefully laid out and stuffed with wooly ski hats.

Mr. BennMr Benn
The hats in Armoire provide a doorway to so many different places. Each time I put on a different hat, like Mr Benn, I’m taken to the place that is right for that hat. In Today’s -12 temperatures my  ear-muffing psuedo-Russian snow leopard hat will be taking me somewhere….I wonder where…

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Bristolian hat-wearers unite

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010 | tags: , , , , , ,  |

dance teacher: Wasabi makes you jedder
wendy: Jedder?
dance teacher: yes jedder (demonstrates by shaking her shoulders)
wendy: Oh (signifying realisation), Judder! Where do you come from?
dance teacher: Reading, why?
wendy: (decides not to mention her unusual accent)  I’ve never met anyone who actually came from Reading
dance teacher: where are you from?
wendy: Bristol
dance teacher: whereabouts in Bristol do you live?
wendy: I don’t live in Bristol, I live in Reading
dance teacher: Oh, whereabouts in Reading do you live
wendy: Cemetery Junction

mutually understanding silence

dance teacher: a lot of people wear hats like yours in Bristol
wendy: (pause of disbelief)… I got this little beauty from Jacksons
dance teacher: Jacksons?
wendy: Jacksons, at Jacksons corner in downtown Reading, the shop
dance teacher: Oh

During the evening I put more effort into keeping the conversation going by trying to find out more about the dance teacher. An interesting life; writing a novel, travelled to the US for research where she met some influential dancers. She was given the dance business after she met the previous owners at lessons, the work involved arranging themed hen-night evenings and many more interesting stories.

The teacher looked happy enough, the conversation flowed, while I focussed on her. For a brief moment she appeared to show a interest in me when I mentioned my admirations for the fabulous Josephine Baker. But the conversation almost always felt like hard work, mostly disappointing because of

  • incongruence with my experience of the world “people in their 50’s are too scared to leave the house or go anywhere on their own“. I mainly mix with fiesty fifties.
  • what seemed like an extreme lack of self confidence “I can’t dance“. Yet she teaches it.
  • naivity “I didn’t realise that running a dance business would involve a lot of hard work”
  • lack of an active interest in wendy!

She smiled as she talked, conversation liberally punctuated with self-deprecation and giggles. She was  interesting and some might find her self-deprecation charming.

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crowning glory

Saturday, September 4th, 2010 | tags: , ,  |

David captures a fictionalisation of the moment when the French Emperor Napolean crowns Josephine Empress of France. It’s a BIG picture. This version hangs in a room at the end of the Versailles Hall of Mirrors.

I rather liked that a tourist in the foreground is wearing a triangular crown made from newspaper. Very versataille: read or wear as oppose to ready to wear..

Napolean crowns Josephine Emperess

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sufficient conformity

Monday, August 16th, 2010 | tags: , , ,  |

Everywhere there are uniforms. Uniforms for

  • Empowered girliness – high heels, short skirt, proudly displayed cleavage
  • IT safe corporateness – khaki cargo pants, branded baggy t-shirt
  • London tube commuter – black and grey tailored and ironed outfits
  • Healthy person – fleece, neoprene, goretex jackets and bouncy footwear
  • Cyclist – lycra overdose, wrap-around glasses, go-faster helmet
  • …..

Prep School UniformThere’s rarely an instruction manual for these uniforms. Working out what’s best is all too much for me. I’ve jumped ship and tend to opt for wearing comfortable clothes that make a token gesture towards the uniforms. Not excelling in displaying any 0ne unifrom, but partially there with all that needs to be conformed-to for social acceptability.

On a good day I’m slightly quirky. More often I exist somewhere in everyone’s experience of visually bland stylessness. 

Apart from my hats.

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quaking all over the world

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010 | tags: ,  |

tree surgeon (TS): you’ve been causing earthquakes all over the world

ginger freckled goddess (GFG): should I cover my hair, would that help?

TS:I can still see your fore-arms, are you promiscuous?

GFG: I’m not sure

TS: Now look at wendy, she’s modest

wendy: I keep my hat on, even when I’m being promiscuous

TS:   are you married?


TS: do you have a boyfriend?

GFG: yes

TS: You’re promiscuous

wendy: When I’m promiscuous the earth does move,  though not on the scale of  quakes all over the world

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not casual before April

Saturday, March 27th, 2010 | tags: ,  |

Bing-bing, cur-clunk

Louise: Goodmorning, how can I help you?

I glance at the hosts of wedding hats and fascinators arranged by colour and the large striped floorstanding hat boxes.

wendy: I’m looking for something casual                 for an Italian vacation in May

Louise: Oh, we don’t bring out the casual hats before April.          I have SOME in the boxes here,   I COULD get them out for you

wendy: It’s alright, I can come back in April, there’s no hurry,   thank you for offering.   Can I take some photographs of your lovely shop?

Louise Claire's millinery - blue green purple

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snow melt

Monday, January 4th, 2010 | tags: , , , ,  |

The snow is disappearing to the sound of modern English’s optimistic little ditty.   This  song came to my attention on a compilation  audio tape cassette that Bambi used as part of his courting ritual.  

Modern English sang I melt with you

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terminal breakfast

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009 | tags: , , , ,  |

Heathrow Terminal 16am Heathrow Terminal 1 is quiet.    A young couple and myself eating breakfast in the ‘Ristorante pizzeria cafe bar’.   I choose the vegetarian breakfast omelette,   testing the viability of a possible  new years resolution, it  tastes good

My day has already involved an exploding movement-sensitive light as I left the Wendy house.  It rained glass upon me.   Luckily I had my hood-up against the rain and didn’t get sprayed with glass.     In the Reading rail-air bus terminal I met an elderly Australian gent.   He looked at my fake Australian zebra skin hat with no comment while he  bemoaned the rain outside and having to visit Britain (Wales) to see his terminally ill mother.

No queues at checkin or security clearance.   SWEET

The customs officer said ‘Cairo is too far north for that hat’   We laughed

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desert holiday hat

Thursday, November 19th, 2009 | tags: , , ,  |

Hat #14: Fake Zebra skin cowboy hatIn a mock Bavarian village nestling in the Cascade mountains  there is an store that specialises in selling Australian goods.   I purchased a fake Zebra skin cowboy hat that kept the sun from my neck  in  the Nevada desert and New York.   The Australian Zebra skin hat will be joining Eric and I in the  Egyptian desert next week.  

Todays texts:

Friend in Cairo:  How do you fancy camping overnight  in the Desert next Thursday? Tents and drinks provided.



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before metro-sexual

Monday, September 7th, 2009 | tags: , , , ,  |

Before metro-sexual, with the aide of Niel Innes,  people like me imagined urban spacemen.   I grew-up with a crush on Niel Innes.   He wears hats, plays the piano, and has eyebrowse that raise towards the centre of his brow.   Excellent.

Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band sang I’m The Urban Spaceman

The lines ‘hey you, you’re such a pedant, you’ve got as much brains as a dead ant, as much imagination as a caravan site…  …but I still love you’   have a touching brilliance that appealed to me as a child and are still poignantly pertinent

Niel Innes sang how sweet to be an idiot


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crazy sheep

Monday, August 17th, 2009 | tags: , , , ,  |

Term of endearment or insult?   Sometimes it can be difficult to tell.  

The first time my college roomate from Sheffield called me a ‘Mardy cow’,   apart from having to ask her what ‘mardy’ was, I was a tad offended.    No-one had ever called me a  ‘cow’  , to my face, before.   Clearly I’d had a sheltered youth.   My  Sheffield room-mate quickly put my right on this one,   cow is a term of endearment.      Apparantly ‘Mardy Cow’ was an affectionate expression to convey her extreme disappointment that I wasn’t going to be joining her for an evening of heavy metal music appreciation.   Not really my bag.  

I’d rather be a crazy sheep listening to the likes of curiosity killed the cat,   I can’t help admiring the lyrics and  behatted lankey body movements of the rather charming Ben.   But not my room-mates cup of tea.   I called her a mardy cow and she replied by demonstrating how her long hair accentuated the head-banging experience.   Excellent.

Curiosity killed the cat sang Misfit

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Doctor 8

Monday, August 3rd, 2009 | tags: , , ,  |

While studying for my Doctorate I saw the talented Dr. Robert  and marvelled at his ability to complete a Doctorate so young.   In those days I used to confuse optimistic love songs with optimistic political songs.

Still do

Nursing a heavily chaffed-heart under a recent piercing, a 100% cotton vest and an outsized mohair jumper.   Yet  I still managed to believe this song was a rallying call to vote against Margaret Thatcher rather than an optimisitic  love song.   Planet Wendy can be pretty twisty at times.

Most times

The Blow Monkeys sang It doesn’t have to be this way

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The day after tomorrow

Monday, July 20th, 2009 | tags: , , , , ,  |

The soulful behatted pianist who does not sell his songs to product advertising,  and does proactively support peace and respect for fellow human beings.   I was lucky enough to see him perform live in 2004 on the Real Gone tour.   Hero.

Tom Waits sings Tom Traubert’s blues

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a red car in the fountain

Monday, July 13th, 2009 | tags: , , , ,  |

birmingham art museum-ten-to-oneLiving in windy Birmingham I quickly learned that my umbrella management skills were inadequate. The high turn-over of umbrellas was too burdensome for my student income. I started wearing hats, getting wet.

Walking through fountains.

Specifically the fountain infront of Birmingham museum and art gallery.  A summer night in a fountain, a wonderful temporary innoculation againt the pain of a lost heart. A fountain and The Blue Nile’s album  ‘A walk across the rooftops’ took me to the places I needed to be. When they later released ‘Hats’, naturally I was thrilled by their unknowingly knowing  insight.

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Rock chic

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009 | tags: , , , , , ,  |

RocksHoliday warning!   Cornwall here we come!

With my

Rod Stewart haircut,

Oakley sunglasses,

figure hugging fab frocks,

I’ll be wandering over the rocks on the coast.

Rock chic!

There will also be the standard Wendy, none-rock chic, outbreaks of:

  • A bit of paddling
  • collecting pretty coloured, pocket-sized, pebbles
  • eating  fish and chips wrapped in newspaper for supper
  • wearing Sunhats galore (consecutively)
  • reading a book about the Medici
  • blowing rasberries at the seaguls
  • riding the local BUSES on windy cliffside roads

Excitedness levels are already Amber.   OH!

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Monday, May 25th, 2009 | tags: , , , ,  |

A few years ago, I used to see this group of children playing in front of my building, and there was one of them, whose name was Luka, who seemed a little bit distinctive from the other children. I always remembered his name, and I always remembered his face, and I didn’t know much about him, but he just seemed set apart from these other children that I would see playing. And his character is what I based the song Luka on. In the song, the boy Luka is an abused child — in real life I don’t think he was. I think he was just different     Suzanne Vega

Suzanne Vega sang Luka

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below par

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | tags: , , , , , ,  |

Tea Coseys for saleThere is a branding, marketing, styling opportunity in the tea-cosey market which is woefully or wonderfully underdeveloped depending on your perspective.   This collection didn’t prompt me to part with £5.37

My main tea-cosey was hand-made by my talented sister-in-law.    My name is sewn on the inside incase a moment of scattiness leads to my  losing  it (the tea cosey).   It fits on my head as snug as a custom-made hat.   That kind of personal tailoring does take some beating and these shop displayed tea coseys just aren’t up to par.

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carbon monoxide warning device

Sunday, March 8th, 2009 | tags: ,  |

hat #15: Cyberdog gnomeA  senior chap wearing a flourescent yellow woolly cap and fleece is leaving  the DIY store where I am going to  purchase  a  carbon monoxide warning device.    Unlike his clothes,    the senior fellow’s fascial muscles are so relaxed he looks sad.   As he turns onto the Thames towpath he catches my eye, sees my hat,  and his face rushes upwards as he sings out

Wondeful hat!  

my cyberdog (circa 2004) hat and I reply in kind

Yours too!

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cunning disguise

Tuesday, January 13th, 2009 | tags: ,  |

Friend: I didn’t recognise you without a hat

I pulled an emergency  beanie from my flight-jacket pocket and placed it on my head

Wendy: does that help?

Friend: Yes,   much better

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bless my cotton socks

Monday, January 5th, 2009 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Since 1981 my dress sense has been significantly influenced by Julian Cope.   As the Guardian recently reported:

Julian Cope arrives on my doorstep looking exactly like he does in all his photos. He is wearing leather trousers, heavy boots (it is midsummer) a flowing camo jacket and The Hat. He politely takes his boots off when asked, but The Hat stays on throughout the afternoon

Julian was the front man for one of the first  bands that I saw live in concert, Teardrop Explodes, the band included Alan Gill who co-rote rewards and joined Teardrop from Dalek I Love you   who’s Compass Kumpas album is one of my favourite vinyls.    Through the years Julian has supplied much worth attenting to including a couple of treasured books (e.g. The Modern Antiquarian).   Fabulous fellow.

Teardrop Explodes sang Rewards

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saucy, troublesome, impertinent, pestilent, impudent canting, prating Penn

Friday, January 2nd, 2009 | tags: , , , ,  |


Prior to 1670 it was normal practice for Judges to put a jury in prison without food, water, heating  or smokes if they returned a ‘not guilty’ verdict when the judge thought they had reached the wrong decision.  


Below is an excerpt from the court transcripts of the case that lead to a change in this practice, allowing juries to find the defendant innocent without fear of being punished by the judiciary.   Penn is the William Penn that later founded the US State of Pennsylvania:



Rec. Sir, will you plead to your indictment?


Penn. Shall I plead to an Indictment that hath no foundation in law? If it contain that law you say I have broken, why should you decline to produce that law, since it will be impossible for the jury to determine, or agree to bring in their verdict, who have not the law produced, by which they should measure the truth of this indictment, and the guilt, or contrary of my fact?


Rec. You are a saucy fellow, speak to the Indictment.


Penn. I say, it is my place to speak to matter of law; I am arraigned a prisoner; my liberty, which is next to life itself, is now concerned: you are many mouths and ears against me, and if I must not be allowed to make the best of my case, it is hard, I say again, unless you shew me, and the people, the law you ground your indictment upon, I shall take it for granted your proceedings are merely arbitrary.


Obser. At this time several upon the Bench urged hard upon the Prisoner to bear him down.


Rec. The question is, whether you are Guilty of this Indictment?


Penn. The question is not, whether I am Guilty of this Indictment, but whether this Indictment be legal. It is too general and imperfect an answer, to say it is the common-law, unless we knew both where and what it is. For where there is no law, there is no transgression; and that law which is not in being, is so far from being common, that it is no law at all.


Rec. You are an impertinent fellow, will you teach the court what law is? It is ‘Lex non scripta,’ that which many have studied 30 or 40 years to know, and would you have me to tell you in a moment?


Penn. Certainly, if the common law be so hard to be understood, it is far from being very common; but if the lord Coke in his Institutes be of any consideration, he tells us, That Common-Law is common right, and that Common Right is the Great Charter-Privileges: confirmed 9 Hen. 3, 29, 25 Edw. 1, 12 Ed. 3, 8 Coke Instit. 2 p, 56.


Rec. Sir, you are a troublesome fellow, and it is not for the honour of the court to suffer you to go on.


Penn. I have asked but one question, and you have not answered me ; though the rights and privileges of every Englishman be concerned in it.


Rec. If I should suffer you to ask questions till to-morrow morning, you would be never the wiser.


Penn. That is according as the answers are.


Rec. Sir, we must not stand to hear you talk all night.


Penn. I design no affront to the court, but to be heard in my just plea: and I must plainly tell you, that if you will deny me Oyer of that law, which you suggest I have broken, you do at once deny me an acknowledged right, and evidence to the whole world your resolution to sacrifice the privileges of Englishmen to your sinister and arbitrary designs.


Rec. Take him away. My lord, if you take not some course with this pestilent fellow, to stop his mouth, we shall not be able to do any thing to night.


Mayor. Take him away, take him away, turn him into the bale-dock.


Penn. These are but so many vain exclamations; is this justice or true judgment? Must I therefore be taken away because I plead for the fundamental laws of England? However, this I leave upon your consciences, who are of the jury (and my sole judges,) that if these ancient fundamental laws, which relate to liberty and property, (and are not limited to particular persuasions in. matters of religion) must not be indispensably maintained and observed, who can say he hath right to the coat upon his back? Certainly our liberties are openly to be invaded, our wives to be ravished, our children slaved, our families ruined, and our estates led away in triumph, by every sturdy beggar and malicious informer, as their trophies, but our (pretended) forfeits for conscience sake. The Lord of Heaven and Earth will be judge between us in this matter.


Rec. Be silent there.


Penn. I am not to be silent in a case wherein I am so much concerned, and not only myself, but many ten thousand families besides.


Obser. They having rudely haled him into the Bale-dock, William Mead they left in court, who spake as followeth.


Mead. You men of the jury, here I do now stand, to answer to an Indictment against me, which is a bundle of stuff, full of lies and falshoods; for therein I am accused that I met ‘vi & armis illicite & tumultuose:’ time was when I had freedom to use a carnal weapon, and then I thought I feared no man; but now I fear the living God, and dare not make use thereof nor hurt any man; nor do I know I demeaned myself as a tumultuous person: I say, I am a peaceable man, therefore it is a very proper question what William Penn demanded in this case, an oyer of the law, on which our Indictment is grounded.


Rec. I have made answer to that already.


Mead, turning his face to the jury, saith,You men of the jury, who are my judges, if the Recorder will not tell you what makes a riot, a rout, or an unlawful assembly, Coke, he that once they called the lord Coke, tells us what makes a riot, a rout and an unlawful assembly. A riot is when three or more, are met together to beat a man, or to enter forcibly into another man’s land, to cut down his grass, his wood or break down his pales.


Obser. Here the Recorder interrupted him, and said ‘I thank you, sir, that you will tell me what the law is,’ scornfully pulling off his hat.


Mead. Thou mayest put on thy hat, I have never a fee for thee now.


Brown. He talks at random, one while an independant, another while some other religion, and now a quaker, and next a papist.


Mead. ‘Turpe est doctori cum culpa redarguit ipsum.’


May. You deserve to have your tongue cut out.


Rec. If you discourse on this manner, I shall take occasion against you.


Mead. Thou didst promise me, I should have fair liberty to be heard? why may I not have the privilege of an Englishman? I am an Englishman, and you might be ashamed of this dealing.


Rec. I look upon you to be an enemy to the laws of England, which ought to be observed and kept, nor are you worthy of such privileges as others have.


Mead. The Lord is judge between me and thee in this matter.


Obser. Upon which they took him away into the Bale-dock, and the Recorder proceeded to give the Jury their charge, as followeth:


Recorder. You have heard what the Indictment is, It is for preaching to the people, and drawing a tumultuous company after them, and Mr. Penn was speaking; if they should not be disturbed, you see they will go on; there are three or four witnesses that have proved this, that he did preach there; that Mr. Mead did allow of it: after this you have heard by substantial witnesses what is said against them : now we are upon the matter of fact, which you are to keep to, and observe, as what hath been fully sworn at your peril.


Obser. The prisoners were put out of the court into the Bale-dock, and the charge given to the jury in their absence, at which W. Penn with a very raised voice, it being a considerable distance from the bench, spake.


Penn. I appeal to the jury who are my Judges, and this great assembly, whether the proceedings of the court are not most arbitrary, and void of all law, in offering to give the jury their charge in the absence of the prisoners ; I say it is directly opposite to, and destructive of the undoubted right of every English prisoner, as Coke, in the 2 Instit. 29. on the chap. of Magna Charta.


Obser. The Recorder being thus unexpectedly lashed for his extra judicial procedure, said with an enraged smile.


Rec. Why, ye are present, you do hear, do you not?


Penn. No thanks to the court, that commanded me into the Bale-dock; and you of the jury, take notice, that I have not been heard, neither can you legally depart the Court before I have been fully heard, having at last ten or twelve material points to offer, in order to invalidate their Indictment.


Rec. Pull that fellow down, pull him down.


Mead. Are these according to the rights and privileges of Englishmen, that we should not be heard, but turned into the Bale-dock, for making our defence, and the jury to have their charge given them in our absence? I say these are barbarous and unjust proceedings.


Rec. Take them away into the Hole: To hear them talk all night as they would, that I think doth not become the honour of the court and I think you (i. e. the jury) yourselves would be tired out, and not have patience to hear them.


Obser. The Jury were commanded up to agree upon their verdict, the prisoners remaining in the stinking hole. After an hour and a half’s time eight came down agreed, but four remained above; the court sent an officer for them, and they accordingly came down. The Bench used many unworthy threats to the four that dissented; and the Recorder, addressing himself to Bushel, said, ‘Sir, you are the cause of this disturbance, and manifestly shew yourself an abettor of faction; I shall set a mark upon you, Sir.’


J. Robinson. Mr. Bushel, I have known you near this 14 years; you have thrust yourself upon this jury, because you think there is some service for you: I tell you, you deserve to be indicted more than any man that hath been brought to the bar this day.


Bushel. No, sir John, there were threescore before me, and I would willingly have got off, but could not.


Bloodw. I said, when I saw Mr. Bushel, what I see is come to pass, for I knew he would never yield. Mr. Bushel, we know what you are.


May. Sirrah, you are an impudent fellow, I will put a mark upon you.


Obser. They used much menacing language, and behaved themselves very imperiously to the jury, as persons not more void of justice than sober education: After this barbarous usage, they sent them to consider of bringing in their verdict, and after some considerable time they returned to the Court. Silence was called for, and the jury called by their names,


Cler. Are you agreed upon your verdict?


Jury. Yes.


Cler. Who shall speak for you ?


Jury. Our Foreman.


Clerk. Look upon the prisoners at the bar; how say you? Is William Penn Guilty of the matter whereof he stands indicted in manner and form, or Not Guilty?


Foreman. Guilty of speaking in Grace-church street.


Court. Is that all ?


Foreman. That is all I have in commission.


Rec. You had as good say nothing.


May. Was it not an unlawful assembly? You mean he was speaking to a tumult of. people there?


Foreman. My Lord, This is all I had in commission.


Obser. Here some of the jury seemed to buckle to the questions of the Court: upon which, Bushel, Hammond, and some others, opposed themselves, and said, they allowed of no such word as an unlawful assembly in their Verdict; at which the Recorder, Mayor, Robinson and Bloodworth took great occasion to vilify them with most opprobrious language; and this verdict not serving their turns, the Recorder expressed himself thus:


Rec. The law of England will not allow you to part till you have given  in your Verdict.

Jury. We have given in our Verdict, and we can give in no other.


Rec. Gentlemen, you have not given in your Verdict, and you had its good say nothing; therefore go and consider it once more, that we may make an end of this troublesome business.


Jury. We desire we may have pen, ink, and paper.


Obser. The Court adjourned for half an hour; which being expired, the Court returns, and the Jury not long after.

The Prisoners were brought to the bar, and the Jury’s names called over.


Clerk. Are you agreed of your Verdict?


Jury. Yes.


Clerk. Who shall speak for you?


Jury. Our Foreman.


Clerk. What say you? Look upon the prisoners: Is William Penn Guilty in manner and form, as he stands indicted, or Not Guilty?


Foreman. Here is our Verdict; holding forth a piece of paper to the clerk of the peace, which follows.

‘We the jurors, hereafter named, do find William Penn to be Guilty of speaking or preaching to an assembly, met together in Gracechurch-street, the 14th of August last, 1670, And that William Mead is Not Guilty of the said Indictment.’


Foreman Thomas Veer, Edward Bushel, John Hammond, Henry Henley, Charles Milson, Gregory Walklet, John Baily, William Lever, Henry Michel, John Bnghtman, James Damask, Wil. Plumsted.


Obser. This both Mayor and Recorder resented at so high a rate, that they exceeded the bounds of all reason and civility.


Mayor. What, will you be led by such a silly fellow as Bushel? an impudent canting fellow? I warrant you, you shall come no more upon juries in haste: You are a foreman indeed, addressing himself to the foreman, I thought you, had understood your place better.


Recorder. Gentlemen, you shall not be dismissed till we have a verdict that the court will accept; and you shall be locked up, without meat, drink, fire, and tobacco; you shall not think thus to abuse the court; we will have a verdict, by the help of God, or you shall starve for it.


Penn. My jury, who are my judges, ought not to be thus menaced; their verdict should be free, and not compelled; the bench ought to wait upon them, but not forestal them. I do desire that justice may be done me, and that the arbitrary resolves of the bench may not be made the measure of my jury’s verdict.

Recorder. Stop that prating fellow’s mouth, or put him out of the court.

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Before I had any influence over the parental record collection, and I’m not sure that I do now,  mumzie would play music by  artistes that included at least one keyboard.   Mumzie has an impressive vinyl collection covering Rachmaninoff   through early Niel Sedaka to Barbara Dickson.   Her collection judiciously excludes Barry Manilow and the flamboyant charms of Liberace.  

In 1975 Mumsie was thrilled by a Niel Sedaka cover featuring multiple keyboards,   and a man called ‘captain’ wearing a hat.     Though still pre-teen, I was beginning to develop serious scepticism about my parent’s music tastes…

The Captain and Tenille sang ‘love will keep us together’ in  1975.  

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