Unexpected. Track 18.
Wednesday, 9 September 2020
My uncle Ken worked at the Hoover factory during the last two years of the second world war. It had been given over to making armaments ('flamethrowers, that sort of thing', says Ken). It is a much admired building, rightly so, and has now been converted onto flats. I have discovered that Elvis Costello wrote a song about it.
Tuesday, 8 September 2020
Friday, 4 September 2020
I've almost certainly posted this before. Absolutely wonderful poem.
ON THE BEACH AT FONTANA
Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
From whining wind and colder
Grey sea I wrap him warm
And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder
And boyish arm.
Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above
And in my heart how deep unending
Ache of love!
Tuesday, 1 September 2020
The Granville Theatre, Walham Green (Fulham Broadway to you youngsters). Adjoined was my great grandmother's caretaker's flat, through the walls of which Grand Guignol screams kept my mother awake and fearful through the night in the early 1930s. The theatre was established by a consortium that included Dan Leno. It was designed by Frank Matcham (who also designed the Coliseum). My g-grandmother, Elizabeth Mary Nunns, was the undertaker not for the theatre but for the solicitors and the coal merchants on the floors below hers. The theatre and offices were demolished in 1971.