A new job

I feel I can’t quite keep the blog up to date with everything that is happening at the moment. I have finished my time at the Science Museum and started my new position at the Imperial War Museum. I got some lovely leaving gifts from my colleagues, a summer hat, a bow tie and handkerchief. I also got some lovely south east asian Malay gifts from my former colleague Ling (see more below). My first day at IWM was Friday last week, it was great and full on from word go. Will keep you posted on my progress.

I will be going to Manchester tomorrow for the first time. If there will be a visit to the curry mile I don’t know but will work on getting a first impression of the city. I have also signed up to become a member of the National Trust so I can visit more fantastic locations across England. Last weekend we went to the Red House in Bexley (south east London) where William Morris used to live in his 20s along with his wife and friends. Mr. Morris is a famous british pattern designer, poet, political activist, book publisher etc. Some of the stories around the inhabitants where hard to believe. The house was built the wrong way around and there was a wombat who died from eating to many cigarrs, a llama roaming the dining room freely and a parrot with a cowboy hat. Setting the eccentric details aside, they where all very interesting people. Even though most of their work doesn’t quite appeal to me it is of historical interest. Morris was a very early socialist and he and his friends wanted to bring simplicity and real craftsmanship back as a reaction to the profit driven cheaply mass produced products that was dominating at the time (second half of the 19th century). He ended up as one of the most fashionable Wallpaper, textile and furniture designers of his time. His style (arts and crafts) spread outside the boarders of the UK to Europe, north america and Canada. I got quite fascinated by the stories so during the week I popped in the V&A to see the Arts & Crafts exhibition and some of Morris original work. On Saturday I also went to his childhood home in Walthamstow (north east London) which now acts as a William Morris museum.

Yesterday we went to Ightam Mote on the british countryside. A house originating from medieval times in a beautiful location with the only Grade 1 listed dog house in the UK. All the houses I have visited this year have all had such fantastic stories attached to them. These stories have created a great context that I can relate to and to see how it all fits into our history. The whole concept of visiting houses and places has ignited an interest for history that I never used to have. Even to a degree that I have started looking into Swedish history which I only have a very patchy memory of from school. Going to Igtham Mote was a different beast though. The place was beautiful, the weather was fantastic, they had friendly cats in the garden but it was flooded with casual visitors and context was missing. It reminded me of the history lessons in school and it made me realise why I had never been interested in history in the past. “Mr. so and so bought the house in 1530, in 1580 this section was added, in 1628 the ceilings where lowered. In 1683 a new second chapel was built in the house. 1962 the house was bought by an american. This and this room was converted for the children”

Is this a typical house of its time or is it an unusual house? Who where the people living there? Why did they decide to build another chapel? Why did Henry VIII never come and visit even though he intended to? Was the ceiling lowered because that was a fashion at the time? Furniture had been added since it was taken over by the national trust, so even though it was of its time, it was hard to know what belonged there and not. You could tell the place must have plenty of amazing stories that are far more interesting than statistics, names and dates. Next time I go, I would love to go on a less busy day where I have done my research on the house beforehand. I have also spent some time sorting out my garden as well as discovering an amazing book by an italian author who wrote an entire encyclopaedia about an imaginary world in an imaginary language. It was introduced to me by Yoshi. I would love to have a copy but it costs a fortune (if you can find one).






These gifts along with wonderful notes are from my former work mate Ling

2013-05-19 13.52.47 The Red House in Bexley where William Morris lived in his 20s

Master of the Bin, spotted on our way to the William Morris museum in Walthamstow.







From Igtham Mote

My garden

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I went to the actual park in Finsbury Park for the first time today. Parts of it was very pretty. I have discovered several nice parts of Finsbury Park recently.

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I wonder what advertising agency this multi billion company is using? What day is the event, and what is the address? This book is rather thick and rare. Published in 1981 by an Italian gentleman. It’s the encyclopaedia of an imaginary world in an imaginary language.The picture of the above is Yoshi’s copy. The images below is examples of what you would find inside, I have nicked of the Internet.


One Response to “A new job”

  1. Jumme says:

    Kul att se bilderna från allt vi pratat om! Och kattsvansar förstås.

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