If you google “expensive fish restaurant Barnes” up comes Rick Stein. By its own admission, Rick Stein, Barnes, has limited tables with views of the river but maybe you are lucky enough to secure one. Continue reading River Views
Usually readers here are, more or less, on the same wave length as me. At lunch yesterday a friend said that she doesn’t read if my daily dose is about money and another said that she gets incredibly annoyed if it’s about politics. That’s absolutely OK but what about this? Continue reading Chacun à Son Goût
The FTWeekend is my bible. The daily version has too much “noise” and I find it easier to identify trends with only a weekly fix. Here is what caught my attention yesterday morning. Continue reading FTWeekend News
If you wonder who reads my almost daily posts this may interest you. Continue reading Reader’s Digest
Here’s a book you haven’t read. It will be published early next month. Continue reading Whacky Wodehouse
Rosherville Gardens was a seventeen acre site on the Thames not far from Gravesend in Kent. It opened in 1837 to provide a day out for Londoners. At first it consisted of pleasure gardens adorned with statues, follies and more than 8,000 specimen trees. Visitors came by paddle-steamer and new attractions were added including bands, jugglers, sword swallowers, an archery lawn, gipsy fortune tellers, a maze and a large Italianate hotel, the Rosherville Hotel. At first it was patronised by middle class workers but with the advent of railways it served a more diverse clientele. In 1857 20,000 visitors came in one week. The Prince of Wales and his friends, apparently, spent days at the gardens incognito.
In Jeeves Takes Charge, Bertie’s Uncle Willoughby pens his Recollections of a Long Life to the horror of Florence Craye. She tells Bertie that there is “a story about Sir Stanley Gervase-Gervase at Rosherville Gardens, which is ghastly in its perfection of detail. It seems that Sir Stanley – but I can’t tell you!”
What can Wodehouse have been thinking of? As Norman Murphy was fond of reminding us, Wodehouse never invented something if he didn’t have to. The London Gazette dated 1st February 1884 may provide the answer.
The Bankruptcy Act, 1869.
In the County Court of Kent, holden at Rochester. In the Matter of a Special Resolution for Liquidation by Arrangement of the affairs of Edward Joseph, Baron Bellew, of Barmeath, county Louth, in the peerage of Ireland, Baron of that part of the United Kingdom, and of Rosherville Hotel, Gravesend, in the county of Kent, trading as Edward Joseph Bellew, Hotel Proprietor.
The creditors of the above-named Edward Joseph, Baron Bellew, who have not already proved their debts, are required, on or before the 8th day of February, 1884, to send their names and addresses and the particulars of their debts or claims, to me, the undersigned, Thomas Lyte Willis, of No. 17 Fenchurch-street, in the city of London, Wine Merchant, the trustee under the liquidation, or in default thereof they will be excluded from the benefit of the Dividend proposed to be declared
Dated this 1st day of February, 1884.
T. L. WILLIS, Trustee.
My great, great grandfather, Edward Joseph, was born in Ireland in 1830. His father was a Member of Parliament and owned extensive lands in Co Louth. His mother, Anna Fermina Mendoza was an Anglo-Spanish heiress. In 1853 Edward married Augusta Bryan, another heiress, whose family owned land in Co Kilkenny and was said to be the richest Commoners in Ireland. He was High Sheriff of Co Louth, a Major in the Louth Militia and for one season was Master of the Louth Foxhounds. He succeeded his father as the 2nd Lord Bellew in 1866.
How can he possibly have ended up owning a hotel in Gravesend and going bankrupt owing money to a wine merchant? It is a sad tale. He left his wife and went to England with his mistress. ( History repeated itself in the 20th century.) The family was successful in disinheriting him and cutting off his access to Bellew and Bryan funds. After his bankruptcy he went to live on the Continent and died in Bad Mannheim in Germany in 1895, aged 65.
Until now my family has been as reticent as Florence Craye about this fall from grace of this especially black sheep in the Bellew flock.
(This post was first published in Wooster Sauce, the organ of the PG Wodehouse Society.)
Tax Freedom Day is the first day of the year in which a nation as a whole has theoretically earned enough income to pay its taxes. (Wiki)
In the US in 2015 it was 24th April. Not so good in the UK: 3rd June in 2016. The Adam Smith Institute does the sums in the UK but another organisation also tries to call the government to account: The TaxPayers’ Alliance. Continue reading Tax Matters
This morning, if it’s morning for you – I notice that blog readers do it in the morning. I do because I read blogs too and I read them in the morning. A lot of bloggers have a “blog roll” on their website with the blogs they read. I don’t, mostly because I don’t have the IT expertise to embed that sort of stuff. Continue reading George Sims
I have never felt moved to reinvent myself but I greatly admire those who have – prime example, Plácido Domingo. Continue reading Matinee Idle
Jeff Goldblum and Kevin Spacey in David Mamet’s Speed-the-Plow at The Old Vic were stupendous. Mamet’s plays and films are sensational. So it was a no-brainier to go to Glengarry Glen Ross in the West End. Continue reading Breaking the Rules