Invocation of MES

Dear dead friends
We are gathered here
At Blackley Cemetery
Eat meat, drink beer
Drop acid, snort speed
And let us invoke
The Hip Priest
Swig whisky, smoke weed
He still can be seen
He still can be heard
His voice still echoes
Each lyric, each word
He still sneers
At the world

Those self-elected

Hinterland intellectuals

That dare to question him  

Witch finder
M-E-S
MEssssssssssmessss
Messianic
Messenger

Mister  
Mess
Mark
Edward
Smith

MES
Of Broughton born
Slum thing
A changeling
Reverberations
In the red brick
Reservations
Of his tribe
Psy-kick dancefloor scribe
Conspiracy vibe

Witch trial vibrations
The Irwell swells
With the dead dogs
And the anaconda cut
Stops the floods
As Ordsall clogs
Tap out the runes
In Angel Meadow
The Connemara tunes
Whistle down the docks

This demented English dream

Housing scheme

What about us?

Prole Art Terrorists

Council rent arrears

Big biz opportunists

Selling punk junk

No X-mas for John

Who makes the NME?

All the O’s?

All the No’s

All the Pose

Lucifer over Levenshulme

Drip down devil drops

On the City hobgoblins

Kippax cool cats

On the down slide

From Hulme to Moss Side

And the feral dogs feast

In Walkden and Weaste

Alehouse augur

Measure me out my life in fags

Sulphate semazen  

Sing -uh

And- uh

Snarl- uh

All the uhs

You are finally

Ah – pre-see-ate-ed

GHOST TIDES

 

1 FLOATATION

Time starts in the sea.

Life starts in the sea.

We came from the sea

And we will return to it one day.

Breathe now.

Swallow deep.

I find myself floating on the river, as if weightless, not swimming or even wet, just being carried down-river, aware of the dark, grey undercurrents that eddy around me, yet not being swallowed up by them or distracted from a straight course, looking at both the city of Liverpool to my left and Wallasey and Birkenhead to the right, in their dark, silent death throes.   

The moon shapes the shoreline and shines down on the insurance building, a building that has come to symbolise an entire city.  At the very top of the building are sculpted two birds; the so-called ‘Liver Bird’ remains mysterious, semi-mythical. Is it a cormorant or some extinct creature, an emblem for a city that is itself forever the subject of its own romance? 

History and mythology flow through the city like the Mersey, washing away some things, uncovering others. History is always in flux, never fixed and the endless ebb and flow of the tide laps against the sandstone walls of collective memory and creates its own patterns and pathways. These pockmarked rocks reveal and conceal the fossils of our evolution, desert creatures, pre-human deities, tiny relics of the universe.

When did we begin to swim?

When did we begin to breathe?

I’m not of the water or the air, not of the land or the sea, not awake and not asleep, just floating on the tide, floating and watching, listening and feeling.  What is this place?

Liverpool and Irish Sea Tide Table 2021

All times shown are GMT, 0000 is midnight. Add one hour during British summer time.

0100 hrs Sunday 28 March to 0200 hrs Sunday 31 October

CAUTION

The tidal information here presented is subject to certain perturbing effects due to weather conditions and should be used with caution during times of storm. In particular strong onshore winds and low barometric pressure may cause levels to exceed the predicted values.

FOR COASTAL AND SEA RESCUE CALL 999 AND ASK FOR THE COASTGUARD

Average High Water Time Differences

When applied to high water at Liverpool (Gladstone) will give the approximate time of HIGH WATER at the places listed. Note that low water time differences can be quite and not shown on this table.

Portpatrick     +0.25               Hale Head      +0.30               Porthmadog   -2.45

Breathe Now

Swallow Deep

When did we begin to walk?

When did we begin to think?

When did we begin to speak?

When did we begin to see?

It is a region, this seven-mile sequence of granite-lipped lagoons, which is invested … with some conspicuous properties of romance; and yet its romance is never of just that quality one might perhaps expect … Neither of the land nor of the sea, but possessing both the stability of the one and the constant flux of the other—too immense, too filled with the vastness of the other, to carry any sense of human handicraft—this strange territory of the Docks seems, indeed, to form a kind of fifth element, a place charged with daemonic issues and daemonic silences, where men move like puzzled slaves, fretting under orders they cannot understand, fumbling with great forces that have long passed out of their control …

Walter Dixon Scott, Liverpool, 1907

Liuerpool

Leuerepul

Lyuerpole

Lyhetherpole

Litherpoole

Livpul

Liverpool

I wash up in one of the docks. I begin to float. I rise up, high above the city and I see the past and I see the present and I feel the future. How did this happen? Why did this happen?

2  TRADE WINDS

DOCKS

Under the first Dock Act, 1708, the mayor, aldermen, bailiffs, and Common Council became the trustees of the proposed dock, and were empowered to construct the dock and to levy dues. They were not incorporated, but used the corporation seal; managing the first and successive docks through committees, which were as completely under their control as any other council committees.

By an Act of 1811, however, they were separately incorporated and given a seal of their own; the finances of the docks were separately administered from those of the corporation, by a statutory committee of twenty-one members appointed by the trustees (i.e. the Town Council), but the Town Council still claimed and exercised the right of voting sums from the dock funds, and of overriding the actions of the committee.

The control of the docks by a close corporation, which was in no way representative of the ratepayers or of those who used the docks, led to much discontent and discussion, and in the end produced a new Act, that of 1825, whereby, though the trust remained unaltered, the committee was changed by the inclusion of eight members elected by dock ratepayers.

The council still retained a majority, thirteen of the committee being councillors, while the chairman was also selected from among the members of the committee by the council. The Act also provided that the proceedings of the dock committee could only be overridden by a majority of two-thirds of the council, and only at the meeting of the council immediately following that of the committee.

By an Act of 1851, the number of the committee was raised to twenty-four, half of whom were to be dock ratepayers, while the chairman was to be elected by the committee itself. But the power of revision still remained with the Town Council. Outside of both council and committee there had been from the first an independent body of auditors, numbering nine under the Act of 1708 and appointed in equal groups by the corporation, the justices of the county of Lancaster, and the justices of the county of Chester.

An Act of 1734 raised the number to twelve, four nominated by the council, eight by the dock ratepayers. By an Act of 1841 the mayor, the chairman of the dock committee, and the senior borough magistrate, were appointed revisers of rates.

Even with these safeguards, however, and even though the council was now a representative elected body, dissatisfaction was felt with this system of administration, which identified the interests of the dock estate with those of the municipality. This expressed itself in controversies on the rating of the dock estate, and in the agitation for the Act of 1851, which was originally an attempt to alter the constitution of the dock committee so as to leave the council only the mere shadow of control, but which was amended to the effect already described.

It also lowered the voting franchise for dock ratepayers. But the strongest opposition came from the merchants of Manchester and the railway companies, which resented the traditional charges for town dues; this went so far that a society was founded in Manchester called ‘The Society to secure the right appropriation of the Liverpool Town Dues.’

In 1857 they promoted a Bill, based upon the recommendations of the Commissioners of the Board of Trade, who had in 1853 reported in favour of the appointment of independent bodies of conservators for the regulation of public harbours, and of the transference to them of all dues levied by municipal corporations.

The Town Council fought the Bill with all its power, especially objecting to the confiscation of its traditional town dues; but eventually withdrew its opposition in consideration of a payment of £1,500,000 for the loss of the town dues, and of certain other modifications. By the Act thus passed the Mersey Docks and Harbour Board was constituted, and took over the control both of the Liverpool and of the Birkenhead Docks, and the right of collecting not only dock dues but also the ancient traditional town dues.

The board has continued to collect the town dues, despite the fact that opposition to these dues was one of the principal causes of its establishment. The board consists of twenty-eight members, four of whom are nominated by the Mersey Conservancy Commissioners (the First Lord of the Admiralty, the President of the Board of Trade, and the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster); while the other twenty-four are elected by all persons paying rates on ships or goods to the amount of not less than £10 per annum.

Members of the board must be resident within 10 miles of the boundary of the borough or port of Liverpool, and must have paid rates on ships or goods to the amount of not less than £25 per annum. The office of Chairman of the Dock Board is commonly regarded as the most honourable at the disposal of Liverpool citizens.

The history of the actual dock estate may be conveniently divided into three periods, (fn. 9) corresponding to the periods in the history of its governing body:—

I. Between 1709 and 1825, when the docks were under the direct control of the corporation, the following wet docks were opened:—

1. Old Dock, opened 31 August 1715; closed 31 August 1826.

2. Salthouse Dock, opened 1753; altered 1842; enlarged 1855.

3. George’s Dock, opened 1771; enlarged 1825; closed 1900.

4. King’s Dock, opened 1788; closed 1906, the name being preserved for two new branches of the Wapping Dock.

5. Queen’s Dock, opened 1796; enlarged 1816; deepened and half-tide dock added 1856, and closed 1905; enlarged 1901; branches added 1901, 1905; altered 1906.

6. Union Dock, opened 1816; thrown into Coburg Dock 1858.

7. Prince’s Dock, opened 1821; half-tide dock added 1868.

The total area of wet docks in 1825 amounted to 46 acres 3,179 sq. yds.; the lineal quayage to a little over 2 miles. The dock dues paid in the same year amounted to £130,911. It may be noted that the first London Dock was not opened until 1802.

II. Between 1825 and 1857, when the docks were under the control of the Dock Committee, the Old Dock was closed (1826), and the following new docks were opened:—

1. Canning Dock, opened 1829; previously a basin known as the Dry Dock, opened 1753; enlarged 1842.

2. Clarence Docks, &c., opened 1830; enlarged 1853.

3. Brunswick Docks, opened 1832; enlarged 1848, 1858, 1889; branch dock added 1878; altered 1900.

4. Waterloo Dock, opened 1834; reconstructed as E. and W. Waterloo Docks, 1868.

5. Victoria Dock, opened 1836; altered 1848.

6. Trafalgar Dock, opened 1836.

7. Coburg Dock, opened 1840; altered from Brunswick Basin; enlarged 1858; altered 1900.

8. Toxteth Dock, opened 1842; closed to make way for new works, 1884.

9. Canning Half-tide Dock, opened 1844.

10. Harrington Dock (bought), opened 1844; closed to make way for new works 1879.

11. Albert Dock, opened 1845.

12. Salisbury Dock, opened 1848.

13. Collingwood Dock, opened 1848.

14. Stanley Dock, opened 1848; partly filled in 1897.

15. Nelson Dock, opened 1848.

16. Bramley Moore Dock, opened 1848.

17. Wellington Docks, opened 1850; half-tide dock closed 1901.

18. Sandon Dock, opened 1851; half-tide dock added 1901; altered 1906.

19. Manchester Dock (bought), opened 1851.

20. Huskisson Dock, opened 1852; branch docks added 1861, 1872, 1902; altered 1896, 1897; enlarged 1900.

21. Wapping Dock and Basin, opened 1855; two King’s Dock branches added 1906.

The water area in 1857 amounted to 192 acres 129 sq. yds., or an increase of over 82 acres in twenty-five years; the lineal quayage was about 15 miles; and the river-wall, when the Dock Board came into existence, already extended for just over 5 miles. At the same time the Dock Committee and the Corporation had acquired the Birkenhead Docks, which do not fall within the purview of this work.

It is clear that the old Dock Committee did not lack energy. For the ten years preceding the establishment of the Dock Board the dock dues averaged nearly £250,000. It was on the security of these that the capital for the construction of the docks was raised; and no profits were used for purposes other than the service of the port.

III. During the fifty years of the Mersey Docks and Harbour Board more time and money have been spent on the enlargement and reconstruction of the existing system than on the creation of new docks. The new docks of this period are:—

1. Canada Dock, opened 1858; enlarged 1896; altered 1903; branches opened 1896, 1903, 1906.

2. Brocklebank Dock, opened 1862; known until 1879 as Canada Half-tide Dock; enlarged 1871.

3. Herculaneum Dock, opened 1866; enlarged and branch dock added 1881.

4. Langton Docks, opened 1879.

5. Alexandra Dock (and three branches), opened 1880.

6. Harrington Dock, opened 1883. 

7. Hornby Dock (and branch), opened 1884.

8. Toxteth Dock, opened 1888. 

9. Union Dock, opened 1889. 

During the last thirty years, however, the board has been mainly occupied in reconstructing large sections of the dock system, so as to accord with that remarkable change in the size of vessels resorting to the port which has brought it about that while the tonnage of the port has since 1880 increased 66 per cent. the number of vessels has in the same period actually declined from 10,000 to little over 6,000.  

The new type of gigantic steamships demanded a wholesale reconstruction of the docks to which they resorted. The docks have accordingly been grouped in systems, each adapted to the needs of different kinds of trade, and each equipped with its appropriate warehouses, sheds, cranes, graving-docks, &c. T

he southern system, including the Herculaneum, Toxteth, and Harrington docks, was vastly enlarged between 1881 and 1888; the Canada-Huskisson system, at the north end, was radically reconstructed between 1890 and 1906, with the result that the largest American liners now use it in place of the Alexandra-Hornby system, which at the time of its construction represented the last word in dock engineering; the Brunswick-Wapping system, in the south-central region, which includes some of the oldest of the docks, was completely rearranged, enlarged, and deepened so as to admit the biggest vessels, between 1900 and 1906.

The accommodation, however, being still inadequate, a large new system of docks is now (1908) under construction at the extreme north end of the line.

In 1900 the George’s Dock, one of the oldest of the series, which lay between the city and the pierhead, was closed by arrangement between the Dock Board and the Corporation. Part of its site was utilized for the magnificent domed building in which the offices of the Dock Board are now housed; two of the main shoreward thoroughfares were continued across the site of the dock direct to the pier-head; and the main entrance to the city has thus been materially improved and dignified.

The total water area of the docks (excluding those on the Cheshire side of the river) now (1908) amounts to 418 acres 320 yds., and the lineal quayage to 26 miles 1,083 yds. The continuous dock-wall fronts the river for a distance of 7¼ miles.

In addition to the docks controlled by the Dock Board, the London and North-Western Railway has three docks at Garston, now within the limits of the city, which have a water area of 14 acres 2,494 yds.

As the period of the Dock Board’s administration has been the period of the rapid development in the size of ships, which is in no port more marked than in Liverpool, a large part of the Board’s work has consisted in maintaining a clear channel in the river. The task of dredging the bar which impedes the entrance to the river was seriously begun about 1890. Carried on by dredgers of unusual magnitude and power, it has cost not far short of half a million of money during the last fifteen years, but the result has been to provide a clear deep-water passage, lacking which Liverpool might have found it impossible to maintain her control over ocean trade under the new conditions.

No account can here be given of the other works of the Board, of its vast warehouses, of its appliances for the disembarkation of cargo, or of the immense floating stage, 2,478 ft. long, whereby the landing of passengers at all times is rendered possible despite the very great rise and fall of the tides in the Mersey.

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CARGOES

 

A walk around maritime Liverpool

Tea from China, bananas from Jamaica, timber from Sweden, rice from India, cotton from America, hemp from Egypt, sugar from Barbados…

These are just some of the goods that arrived at Liverpool’s docks. In the nineteenth century, 40 per cent of the world’s trade passed through Liverpool.

This walk explores Liverpool’s proud maritime industry. Find out more about the products shipped from around the world. Discover warehouses where goods were stored, streets where ropes were made and a pub where sailors drank.

Explore some of the city’s major landmarks, as well as some lesser-known sights, and see why Liverpool is truly a global gateway. 

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Georgian Liverpool and the Slave Trade

Contrary to popular belief, Liverpool did not invent the slave trade (which has been around for 1000s of years). Furthermore, more of the city’s wealth came from state-sponsored  Piracy (Priveterring) (sic) as opposed to slavery. Very few slave trade journies (sic) actually resulted in a profit.

Research also shows that only 10-30% of ships leaving Liverpool during the period were actually destined for Africa or the Caribbean.

The Truth About the Liverpool Slave trade

Liverpool played a huge part in the slave trade, but it did not play as big a part in Liverpool’s own history. The idea that Liverpool was ‘founded on slavery’ is a a modern-day myth.

The slave trade in Africa had been long practised by Muslim slave traders for hundreds of years. They took far more people from Africa over a much longer period than any Europeans did. Frighteningly, there are more people in slavery today than were shipped over from Africa in the whole of the 1700s.

At the end of the 1700s, some Liverpool men called to abolish the African slave trade. I took the actions of Liverpool politician William Roscoe to stand up and call for an end to British ships involvement with it. Roscoe’s motives, however, have been questioned. His desire to end slavery may have been motivated by the huge financial compensation the slave traders received rather than any moral stance against slavery itself.

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Liverpool street names the slavery connection

 

Bold Street is named after Jonas Bold, who originally leased the land from Liverpool Corporation in around 1785-6.  He also owned the plot at the top of the street, which is now the site of St Luke’s Church. At the bottom of Bold Street is the Lyceum Club, built by the architect Thomas Harrison and opened in 1802. It was built to house the Liverpool Library, which is thought to be the oldest public subscription library in the country. Many of the founder members of the Lyceum traded in enslaved Africans. Prior to Bold acquiring the land it had been home to the rope-works of the slave traders Joseph and Jonathan Brooks, hence the area using the Rope – walks title today.

 

Parr Street is named after Thomas Parrr (1769-1847) who in 1799 built the fine house that still stands on the corner of Parr Street and Colquitt Street. He was a slave trader and banker in Liverpool; he owned the massive ship called  “Parr” which had berths for 700 slaves. The vessel is reported to have exploded off the west coast of Africa in 1798, which may indicate that it was carrying gunpowder to exchange for African slaves

Tarleton Street – The Tarleton family produced three generations of slave traders. The most famous member of the family was Banastre Tarleton (1754-1833) who fought for the British during the American War of Independence. He had a strong opposition to the ending of the slave trade and voiced his opposition in the House of Commons. His grandfather was the first Tarleton to trade in enslaved Africans, his father was also involved, as well as his three brothers, John, Clayton and Thomas. General Banastre Tarleton used his fame as a colonial war hero to ensure he became MP for Liverpool in the 1790 parliamentary elections. Once elected he utilised his position as MP to protect his family’s business interests, fighting relentlesly to ensure that the slave trade was preserved by the British Government. As an MP for Liverpool his stance on the African trade was the norm. With the exception of William Roscoe, all of the town’s MPs during the late 18th and early 19th century, were opposed to the abolition of the slave trade. A portrait of Banastre Tarleton after Sir Joshua Reynolds now hangs in the National Gallery in London.

Roscoe Street is named after William Roscoe,e (1753-1831) who was without doubt  one of Liverpool’s greatest sons. Roscoe was an attorney, author, banker, poet, botanist, politician, art collector and abolitionist. He was one of the founder proprietors of the Athenaeum Club in 1797, a club which exists to this day, he was also instrumental in the establishment of The Liverpool Botanic Gardens in 1802, which opened to the public 38 years before Kew Gardens in London. In 1822 his influence led to the opening of the Royal Institution in Colquitt Street and his collection of early Florentine paintings, of world importance, can be seen in the Walker Art Gallery After winning election to parliament in 1806 he was an MP for Liverpool, and voted in support of Wilberforce’s motion to end British involvement in the slave trade. His efforts to end the slave trade were not appreciated in Liverpool and on his return from Parliament he was accosted by a mob on Castle Street. In fact later on that same night one of his party, Edward Spencer, was murdered during a brawl which, it is thought, was sparked by the incident earlier in the day. This event was to lead to him leaving public office. Although nominated in 1807, Roscoe was not re-elected.

 
 

Sir Thomas Street – Sir Thomas Johnson is known as “The founder of modern Liverpool”. He served as mayor in 1695 and Was also one of Liverpool’s earliest recorded slave traders, financing the second documented slave ship to leave the port. Along with Robert Norris of Speke Hall, In 1700, Johnson financed the voyage of ‘The Blessing’ to the Gold Coast (West Africa) and then on to Barbados, where the enslaved Africans were to be exchanged for cotton, ginger and sugar. Johnson was also involved in the “Virginia Trade”, which saw Liverpool merchants deal in slave-produced tobacco. In 1708, as MP for Liverpool, he pushed for the building of Liverpool’s, and arguably the world’s, first commercial wet dock, which subsequently opened in 1715. As a result of the construction of this dock there was a dramatic  increase in Liverpool’s overseas trade and many slave ships were to dock here during the eighteenth century. Johnson was to invest heavily in the South Sea Company, whose main interest was the transportation of slaves to the Spanish colonies in the Americas. By 1720 the company was losing money and was failing. Johnson found himself in financial difficulties and lived out his final years on a small pension.

 
 

Blackburn Place in Liverpool 8,  is named after John Blackburne, (1693-1786) Originally from Orford near Warrington, John Blackburne was a slave trader who is named on the list of merchants trading with Africa in 1752. His father John Blackburne senior served as mayor of Liverpool in 1760 and was an active member of the town’s elite. Blackburne made a fortune in Liverpool and used some of his wealth to refurbish Orford Hall. In addition to slave trading he was a salt merchant who owned the salt works adjacent to Liverpool’s second wet dock, which opened in 1753. Originally it was named the South Dock, but due to the proximity of Blackburne’s salt works it quickly became known as the Salthouse Dock. Blackburne was also an investor in canal building; many Liverpool slave traders invested their money in other interests to  take advantage of industries springing  up around southern Lancashire. These included salt manufacture, banking, shipbuilding, rope-making and coal mining.

Cropper Street was named after James Cropper (1773–1840), a merchant and philanthropist, he moved from Winstanley to Liverpool at the age of 17 and was apprenticed to the Rathbone Brothers, the first Liverpool merchants importing cotton from America. He later established his own company Cropper, Benson & Co, and his business proved to be a highly prosperous one, and the wealth generated from it enabled Cropper to engage in a number of religious and philanthropic activities. The main focus of his attention was the campaign for the abolition of slavery; he wrote pamphlets and sent them to William Wilberforce at an early stage in the anti-slavery campaign. His activities however were very unpopular in Liverpool and many of the West India merchants who owned plantations in the Caribbean were critical of him. In 1823–4 he was subject to a series of attacks in the columns of the Liverpool newspapers by Sir John Gladstone.

“Now, if there was ever a question upon which I would desire to submit all that I have ever said to a candid enquirer, it is that of negro slavery.”

Gladstone, speaking in 1837

William Gladstone’s views on slavery and the slave trade have received little attention from historians, although he spent much of his early years in parliament dealing with issues related to that subject. His stance on slavery echoed that of his father, who was one of the largest slave owners in the British West Indies, and on whom he was dependent for financial support. Gladstone opposed the slave trade but he wanted to improve the condition of the slaves before they were liberated.

In 1833, he accepted emancipation because it was accompanied by a period of apprenticeship for the ex-slaves and by financial compensation for the planters. In the 1840s, his defence of the economic interests of the British planters was again evident in his opposition to the foreign slave trade and slave-grown sugar. By the 1850s, however, he believed that the best way to end the slave trade was by persuasion, rather than by force, and that conviction influenced his attitude to the American Civil War and to British colonial policy.

As leader of the Liberal party, Gladstone, unlike many of his supporters, showed no enthusiasm for an anti-slavery crusade in Africa. His passionate commitment to liberty for oppressed peoples was seldom evident in his attitude to slavery.

The Gladstone family were latecomers to the business of slave ownership. John Gladstone was a Liverpool merchant, who first acted as an agent and manager for absentee plantation owners and then became chairman of the Liverpool West India Association. Like many others, he was tempted by the prospect of rich rewards from sugar production, particularly in Demerara, which became a British colony after its capture from the Dutch during the Napoleonic Wars.

In 1812 – five years after the abolition of the slave trade – he bought his first plantation in Demerara followed by further large acquisitions in both Demerara and Jamaica. By 1833, John Gladstone had become one of the largest slave owners in the British West Indies. In that year, he valued his West Indian estates at £336,000, which constituted over half of his total assets. His plantations were financially lucrative but they also attracted criticism from abolitionists in Britain.

In 1823, John Gladstone’s ‘Success’ plantation was the centre of a slave insurrection, which was harshly repressed, and the death in prison of a white missionary, accused of inciting the slaves, prompted protests in Britain. John Gladstone defended his record in a debate in a Liverpool newspaper with a Quaker merchant, James Cropper. He did not personally visit his plantations, but pressed his agents in Demerara to improve conditions for his slaves.

Like his current political hero, George Canning, John Gladstone wanted to treat slaves more humanely and to improve their religious and moral education. In an 1830 pamphlet, he defended slavery but advocated gradual amelioration, with a view to emancipation when it was safe and not unjust to the planters. His stance was fully supported by his eldest son, Thomas, who became a Tory MP in 1832, and by his second son, Robertson, who was in business with his father and an active member of the Liverpool West India Association.

The influence of John Gladstone’s commercial interests on the early political career of his fourth son, William, has been under-estimated by historians. Colin Matthew, for example, claimed that Gladstone’s view of Conservatism left him ‘curiously dissociated from his own mercantile origins’.

Yet for the first thirty and more years of his life, William was largely dependent on his father for both his income and political expenses. His father gave him a large annual allowance and also paid half of his election expenses at Newark. In addition, Gladstone received assets worth at least £120,000 from his father before or after his death in 1851. Much of that wealth, particularly in the early 1830s, derived from his father’s plantations.

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The Case and Southworth records (see 380 MD 33-36) cover the years from 1754 to 1767. They are the surviving commercial manuscripts of a Liverpool merchant firm with a branch house in Kingston, Jamaica. Thomas Case was listed in the Liverpool trade directory for 1766 as a merchant in Water Street. He owned a number of ships, became a member of the African Company of Liverpool, and held shares in eighteen slaving vessels. Two of these ships, the Fortune and the Bee, were vessels where he was the sole owner; the others were co-owned with his brother Clayton and other Liverpool merchants such as William Boats and William Davenport.

Thomas Case entered into an insurance brokerage business with William Gregson in 1774. This was dissolved in 1778, however, when bankruptcy proceedings were issued against Case after he fell into financial difficulties. Nicholas Southworth, who managed the Kingston end of the Case & Southworth partnership, had captained three slaving vessels from Liverpool to Africa and the Caribbean in 1746, 1748 and 1752. Southworth was the part owner of several slave vessels in the 1750s and 1760s but he never co-owned vessels with Case. The partnership of Case & Southworth appears to have flourished until the records end in 1767.

The records of Case & Southworth are bound volumes with detailed information on the import of hardware, textiles and provisions from British and Irish merchants via Liverpool to Kingston; the sale of lots of slaves in Kingston; and imports of sugar, rum, pimento and wood at Liverpool. Both ends of the business, at Liverpool and Kingston, acted on commission, but sales were much more valuable at the Jamaican end (largely owing to the slave sales) than on Merseyside. The Liverpool house under Case sold on behalf of far fewer people than the Kingston branch under Southworth. This resulted from the much larger population of the Lancashire port and its hinterland compared with the much smaller white population in Jamaica.

The Account Book (see 380 MD 33) and the Journal (see 380 MD 34) include a mass of daily transactions. At first sight these list a bewildering array of sales but they can be collated and analysed to indicate some interesting patterns in consumer behaviour. Some of the detailed accounts of slave sales, giving the purchasers, date of purchase, size of lot sold and prices gained, are duplicated in the two Sales account books (see 380 MD 35-36) but some are not. The Case and Southworth account books are some of the most detailed sales’ records of Africans in the British slave trade available in any British archive.

Thomas Leyland (c.1752-1827) was a merchant, banker, millionaire and three times Mayor of Liverpool. In 1766 he won a lottery prize of £20,000, which he used to build up his business affairs. He was involved in various trading partnerships. He built up much of his mercantile fortune from participation in the slave trade, and was particularly active in that traffic as well in various other trades in the last two decades of the eighteenth century.

Leyland had an interest in sixty-nine slaving voyages from Liverpool. The ships in which he was concerned delivered an estimated 22,365 Africans to the Americas. He was associated with some other important Liverpool merchants but he also linked up with smaller fry. Thus, for example, he was part owner with David Tuohy in the slave ship Kitty in 1789. In 1802 Leyland entered into a banking partnership with Clarke and Roscoe, a firm of Liverpool bankers.

After this was dissolved in 1806, he set up his own bank in Liverpool with his nephew Richard Bullin in 1807. Through amalgamations, his banking business later became part of the Midland (now HSBC) Bank. Thomas Leyland left a fortune of £600,000 in 1827, making him one of the wealthiest decedents in Britain at the time. In addition to the records made available here, further documents relating to Leyland’s slave trading and banking career survive in the HSBC archives and among the Dumbell Papers at Liverpool University Library. A good many of Leyland’s ships’ books relating to the slave trade were unfortunately destroyed by bomb damage during the Second World War.

Thomas Leyland’s letterbook, 1786-88, (see 387 MD 47) kept by Captain James Brown when he commanded the Liverpool trading ship Gossypium on a total of eleven voyages between Liverpool and New Orleans between 1844 and 1846 (six from Liverpool to New Orleans and five return voyages to Liverpool); a letter book (see 387 MD 48) containing copies of letters written by Brown himself between 1843 and his death on 23 October 1851, and by his executors; and a collection of accounts connected with the voyages of the Gossypium (see 387 MD 59) is a large bound tome comprising 2,262 business letters in a legible hand on 780 numbered pages.

Material on Leyland’s involvement in the Liverpool slave trade can be found among the letters. There are also many examples of dealings in commodities with far-flung business connections in England, Ireland, Scotland France, Spain, Holland, Portugal and the United States. Leyland dealt in various commodities, including wine, salt, barley, tallow, earthenware, cotton, sugar, oranges, bark, coal and rice. More detailed information on Leyland’s involvement in the slave trade is found in the five ships’ account books, covering the period 1793-1811 (see 387 MD 40-44).

These volumes follow a set format. They include a letter of instruction to the ship captain; invoices of merchandise shipped; a list of the crew; tradesmen’s notes and disbursements for the cargo and for the outfit; accounts of slave sales and charges on sales; and disbursements made at the point of sale, presented as debit and credit accounts.

John Newton is the best-known captain in the history of the British slave trade. He was the captain of three slaving voyages between 1748 and 1754, and sailed on a further voyage as a mate. He documented his experiences on these voyages in detailed logs. Later in life he became an evangelical minister in the Church of England, renounced his involvement in the slave business, and became a prominent abolitionist who testified against the slave trade before committees of the House of Commons in 1789 and 1790.

Newton was a prolific writer on the slave trade and on spiritual matters, and was also the author of the hymn ‘Amazing Grace.’ His copy letters reproduced in this publication (see 920 MD 409) were written to the Anglican clergyman David Jennings. The letters cover the 1750s, when Newton was still active in the slave trade. They include details on his experiences on board Africa-bound vessels that can be fruitfully dovetailed with his diaries, logs and other writings from the period. The letters to Jennings are particularly interesting in tracing Newton’s growing spiritual awareness as his voyages in the slave trade progressed. They provide a broader view of the implications of involvement in slave trading than one gathers from the purely business orientation of many other sources reproduced here.

The Robert Bostock letterbooks, covering the period 1779-92, include much business correspondence on the slave trade (see 387 MD 54-55). Bostock was both a ship captain and a merchant. He was captain and first owner on three Liverpool slaving voyages, in 1769, 1770 and 1786. He was the first owner of fourteen other Liverpool slaving voyages between 1787 and 1793, and took shares in twelve other slaving voyages from the Mersey.

In Africa Bostock traded with the Gambia, Sierra Leone, the Windward Coast and the Bight of Biafra. He delivered slaves to Antigua, St. Kitts, Barbados, Grenada and Jamaica. His letters include instructions to ship captains about the conduct and destinations of their African voyages; advice on the purchase of slaves and commodities in Africa; requests to London merchant houses for financial guarantees for payment of slave sales; the average prices for which captains should sell slaves in different Caribbean islands; and communications with factors and agents about economic conditions in the Caribbean.

Bostock’s letterbooks are especially useful for their abundant evidence of contemporary prices paid for slaves in the West Indies. One detailed sales’ list of slaves at Antigua for September 1784 is included in his first letterbook (see 387 MD 54, fols. 16-18).

Several smaller items among these microfilms include interesting additional details on the Liverpool slave trade. The sailing instructions of 16 October 1700 for the captain and supercargo (i.e. travelling agent) of the ship Blessing is the first business letter that survives on Liverpool’s transatlantic slaving (see 920 NOR 2/179). Deposited in the Norris Papers, it offers advice on the loading of provisions at Kinsale, Ireland, and the purchase of slaves on either the Gold Coast or at Whydah, in the Bight of Benin.

The slaves were to be sold in the West Indies. The instructions state the preferred options of the ships’ owners about which Caribbean island market would produce the best sales. John Tomlinson’s Account Current with John Knight (see 380 MD 127) covers shares in slave vessels between 1757 and 1777. Tomlinson was the first owner of thirty Liverpool slaving voyages that disembarked some 5,900 slaves to markets in North America and the Caribbean. Though little contemporary material has survived about Knight, he was a major Liverpool slave trader with an interest in 111 voyages over thirty years (1744-74) that delivered over 26,000 Africans to America. All save one of Tomlinson’s slave trading voyages were made in partnership with Knight.

The logs kept on board H.M.S. Agamemnon, the Count du Nord and the Madampookata, with related papers (see 387 MD 62/1) include daily entries about the progress of these slaving vessels. These records were apparently kept by Thomas Dixon, and are all in one volume. The descriptive entries are particularly interesting when the ships were based on the West African coast. Details of the course of the ships, their latitude and longitude, and remarks on provisioning, stores, watering, painting and cleaning are also provided.

The log of H.M.S. Agamemnon covers the period 1 October 1782-10 June 1783. The remarks for the Count du Nord extend from 29 September 1783 to 10 June 1784. The descriptions on board the Madampookata cover the period 29 March 1785 to 22 January 1786. The log of the brig Ranger concerns a slave voyage from Liverpool to Lisbon, Anamaboe and Jamaica in 1789-90 (see 387 MD 56). The account of the sale of slaves from the brig Mars deals with a slave auction at Savannah, Georgia in January and February 1804 on behalf of the Liverpool merchants McIver, McVicar and McCorquodale (see MD 97).

The pages filmed from volume 10 of the Holt & Gregson Papers (see 942 HOL 10) comprise important contemporary statistics on the Liverpool slave trade and material relating to the abolitionist movement. For the most part, these are separately compiled contemporary documents that were gathered together in this volume.

The most significant documents on the Liverpool slave trade found here are: an account of the ships, cargoes and capital employed in the African slave trade from Liverpool on 3 March 1790 (fols. 367-9, 445); a calculation of the loss that might be sustained by and at Liverpool should an abolition take place (fols. 371-3, 443); the number of men who have been discharged by the different masters and tradesmen of Liverpool previously employed in the African slave trade and now out of work (fols. 375-7, 447);

Mr. Tarleton’s calculation of the trade of Liverpool to Africa and the West Indies and of the ships employed therein, 1787 (fol. 419); letters relating to abolitionism (fols. 429-431, 433, 437-439); a list of the vessels which sailed from Liverpool to Africa in the period January 1786-January 1787 (fol. 473, 477); and a list of the vessels sailing from Liverpool for Africa from 1 January 1787

The Irish began pouring into Liverpool in increased numbers in the 1830’s. Competition among steamer lines and subsequent cheaper fairs (sic) encouraged more Irish to travel to England at this time. Over 1,500,000 Irish came to Liverpool between 1847 and 1853. Some moved on, but those that stayed congregated in the already established Irish enclaves “in the south end area of Park Road, Park Lane and St James Street and in the north end area of Vauxhall, Scotland, Everton and Exchange.” (Swift, Gilley; Boyce, 1999, p. 278). These Irish communities were located near the docks

The Irish Community in Liverpool developed around St Anthony’s Church. It was originally built in 1804 by French refugees, was torn down in 1833, a new church taking its place. (Swift, Gilley; Boyce, p. 278). There is a great website “St. Anthony’s Church Database Project” that has searchable records online! This site even has pauper burials. It is well worth checking out if your Irish Ancestors spent time in Liverpool. Another good site to check out that has records from this church as well as others in Liverpool is Hibernia.

The number of Catholic Churches in Liverpool increased dramatically during the 19th century. St. Mary’s and St. Peter’s were the primary Churches serving the Liverpool Catholics in the early 1800’s. The number of Catholic Parishes increased to 18 by 1870 and 24 by 1914. More than half of these parishes were in the following areas of Liverpool: Scotland, Vauxhall and Everton. (Belchem, 2006, p. 338).

The Irish arriving in Liverpool were vulnerable; they ran the gauntlet through a host of unsavory (sic) characters out to take their money upon their arrival at the port. Those that stayed in the Merseyside dock area and failed to move on in search of opportunity in industrial areas of Lancashire and Yorkshire or abroard (sic) were at greatest risk.

The sheer volume of Irish immigrants that arrived in Liverpool during the peak famine years exceeded the available housing, employment and taxed the sanitary system. The Poor Law Removal Act was implemented to counteract the large influx of Irish poor into England. “Between 1846 and 1853 there were 62,779 Irish removals from Liverpool alone…” (Swift, 2002, p. 74).

Liverpool taxpayers felt that these Irish poor were going to over-burden the Poor Law system. Many of the Irish were relegated to the lower paid, heavy labor jobs that promised little advancement such as the docks, soap and sugar processing plants, heavy chemical industry, porters in the warehouses and in construction. Liverpool wasn’t known as an industrial center like Manchester, the jobs were centered around the activities of the port for the most part. Irish women found employment even more difficult in Liverpool filling the lower echelon of jobs such as untwisting the fibers from old robe (oakum) which was then resold to caulk boats/plug leaks; selling the residual material obtained from crushing sandstone (used to clean steps) and the hawking of broken down boxes (chips). (Belchem, 2007, p. 27,32,37).

As the century progressed the Irish began to work there (sic) way out of the deleterious environment of the chemical processing and refinery workforce and began to dominate the work on the docks. There were inherent dangers to this work environment as well.

The Irish communities development around the Liverpool docks and the types of jobs they had at their disposal becomes clear with a closer look at how the port developed, the types of products imported and the warehousing system developed to handle it all. As the road and canal system developed, connecting Liverpool with other parts of England, transportation of products was facilitated. Pottery, coal and other products made and mined in Staffordshire, Woolen Cloth produced in West Riding, Yorkshire, Coal and Textiles among other items from Lancashire and manufactured goods from all over England were expeditiously transported to the docks of Liverpool for export.

London had the competitive edge over Liverpool in the 18th and early 19th centuries. They progressed to steam shipping before Liverpool and had the inside track on profitable Government contracts (like troop transport) giving them connections Liverpool didn’t have. London was a dominant force in Far East trade as well, but Liverpool got a much- needed boost in traffic to its port with the U.S. shipping fleets absence during the Civil War (and their failure to rebound after its conclusion).

Liverpool’s development focused on the use of big wooden ships as well as iron sailing ships. Iron ships had the benefit of being able to proceed forward without delays afforded by windless conditions like a steam ship. According to Graeme Milne’s book “Trade and Traders in Mid-Victorian Liverpool” these ships gave Liverpool a leg up on transporting “long, distance bulk goods.” (Milne, 2000, p. 41). The main drawback appeared to be their need for frequent repainting with lead based paint that put them out of commission.

The textile industry growth in Lancashire and Yorkshire also aided port expansion. Liverpool grew from 9 docks in 1821 with 46 acres of enclosed water to 72 acres enclosed by the 1850’s. (Milne, 2000, p. 67).

Efficiency of the port became a priority. Even a week’s delay at port during the off-season could mean encountering hazardous conditions and possible subsequent increases in insurance costs. Steam ships advertised their schedules and had to adhere to them as well. One of the biggest challenges was that many ships needed to anchor in three different areas: one to unload, one for maintenance and repairs and one to reload. (Graeme, 2000 p. 74, 86). Most of the cargo on ships was loaded/unloaded by “lumpers.” There were 1700 Irish employed as lumpers in the Liverpool port in 1834. (Macraid, 1999, p. 52).

Liverpool handled a vast array of imports and exports including furs and cotton that were brought in on steamships and petrochemicals that arrived by sail. They catered to the timber trade (providing land storage unlike other ports that offloaded into the water and floated the timber into storage bays). The tobacco trade had their own complex of warehouses. This industry provided considerable work for another Irish held occupation- “Carters.” The tobacco was “carted” back and forth between private warehouses and the port to be weighed.

Liverpool had a vast warehouse complex. Goods were allowed to be stored duty free until they were exported. There were 1900 Irish employed as porters in warehousing goods in the Liverpool docks in 1834. (Macraid, 1999, p. 52). Other imports of significance from the east included silk, cotton and tea, spices, seeds, cotton, wool, jute, sugar, rice and dyestuffs from India. Bat guano imports even made the less profitable ports on the Mersey lucrative. Liverpool also went aggressively after the “Contract Mail System Trade” Obtaining this contract gave them an inside track on making further contracts for other government funds. Finally they focused on developing the emigrant trade. After the cargo was loaded, passengers provided full ships that meant increased efficiency and profits. (Milne, 2000, p. 82, 91, 179, 189).

The Irish were heavily involved in dock construction on the Mersey, eventually becoming employed as stevedores employed on the vessel, as quay porters, sailors and ship’s firemen. (Brady, 1983, p. 30). By the early 1870’s, 2500 Irish held positions as Stevedores, Master Porters and Warehousemen and by the early 1890’s 458 Irish were Dock Laborers, 27 were watchmen, porters and messengers, 12 were carmen or carters and 129 Irish were Sailors, Ship-Fireman or Stokers. (Belchem, 2007, p. 39). Many of the jobs held by the Irish on the Liverpool docks were labor intensive with a significant risk of injury.

Deaths in Liverpool due to famine fever (typhus, dysentery, cholera) were high with repeated epidemics in 1847, 1848 and 1854. “Life expectancy in the docklands area of Liverpool became the lowest in the country.” (Swift, Gilley; Boyce, p. 280). The epidemic was so severe that floating hospitals were created on the Mersey and fever sheds were built. Overcrowded conditions in the cellars and lodging houses in the areas along the docks were a breeding ground for disease. A report provided by Dr. Duncan on the “Sanitary State of Liverpool in 1842” identified Lace, North and Oriel Streets as being the source of the largest number of fever cases. (Swift, 2002, p. 94).

The Irish and their “lifestyle” were held accountable for the outbreaks of dysentery and typhus that occurred. Typhus or “Irish Fever” as it was referred to inferred the Irish connection to the disease’s presence. Liverpool implemented sanitary acts to try to combat the unsanitary living conditions. Despite numerous interventions to improve the sanitary conditions in Liverpool such as installation of sewers, drains, increased privies in dwellings, street-cleaning crews, and numbers thinned in the most over-crowded areas, the problem still persisted in the late 1800’s in districts such as Scotland, Vauxhall, St Pauls and Exchange. (Swift, 2002, p. 76,77). Liverpool implemented a Sanitary Amendment Act in 1869 and other Housing Acts over the years whose primary objective was clearance of impoverished, unsanitary areas (especially by the docks). Railway companies also contributed to this demoliation as they developed their properties. (Belchem, 2006, p. 213). John Belchem gives detailed descriptions of the unsanitary living conditions that prevailed in the courts and cellars that were primarily inhabited by the Irish, in his book “Liverpool 800 Culture, Character and History.” Kevin O’Connor in his book “The Irish in Britain” provided some longevity statistics for Liverpool in 1840 which I found eye-opening: “In Liverpool in 1840, the average age of death was: gentry and professional persons 35 years; tradesman and their families 22; labourers (sic), mechanics and servants 15 years.” (O’Connor, 1972, p. 11).

Many Irish immigrants from Connacht and the more central and western counties of Ireland traveled to Dublin and on to Liverpool where a large percentage moved on to America and other destinations. Many stayed in Liverpool, (their numbers replenished by new immigrants from Ireland when they chose to move on into other areas of England as Industries developed elsewhere).

The main focus of my research is the following surnames: Brennan, Corcoran, Coffee and Gahagan (and all variations) who were born in County Mayo or County Roscommon Ireland. With that in mind, I intend to try to trace these surnames through the Liverpool Census Records, with particular emphasis on the St. Thomas, Dale Street, Howard Street, St Martin, St George and Mt. Pleasant Sub Registration Districts based on the findings I detail below.

I have noted Brennans born in County Mayo in the St Thomas and Dale Street Sub Registration Districts in the 1851 Liverpool Census, Surname Brannon born in Roscommon in the 1851 St Martin Sub Registration District and Corcorans born in Roscommon in the Howard Street Sub Registration District. In the 1861 Liverpool Census I found the surname Coffee and Gaughan born in Mayo in the 1861 St. Thomas Sub Registration District and Surname Brannan and Corcoran in The Howard Street Sub Registration District. In the 1871 Liverpool Census I found Corcorans born in Mayo in the St Thomas Sub Registration District, the Dale Street Sub Registration District and the Mount Pleasant Sub Registration District. Coffees who were born in County Mayo were present in the St. Thomas Sub Registration District. There were Corcorans born in Roscommon in the St Martin Sub Registration District and Geoghegans born in Roscommon in the Howard Street Sub Registration District. In the 1881 Liverpool Census I found Corcorans and Brennans born Mayo in the Dale Street Sub Registration District and a Brennan family that may have originated in County in the Islington Sub Registration District. There were Brennans and Corcorans that were born in Roscommon in St George Sub Registration District and Corcorans born in Roscommon in the St. Martin Sub Registration District.

Although my primary focus is the aformentioned surnames, I will be documenting general observations about the Irish families and their origins under each specific district with the compilations for each of my surnames.

This is a work in progress! I would love to hear from any genealogists who believe their Brennan, Corcoran, Coffee or Gahagan ancestors from Mayo or Roscommon may have been documented in the Liverpool census records so that we might possibly tie these families together and establish a migration trail from the same civil parishes and townlands.

I read some really great books that described what life was like for the Irish in Liverpool and how the port developed by authors like John Belchem, Donald M MacRaild, Roger Swift and Sheridan Gilley, Graeme Milne, L.W. Brady and J. R. Harris. I have used these and other resources to compile the information presented above. If you had Irish immigrant ancestors who travelled through Liverpool or spent time working along the Mersey I think you would find the following author’s books well worth a read for a insight in what life was like for them in the 19th century.

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A History of the County of Lancaster: Volume 4. Originally published by Victoria County History, London, 1911.                                             

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Walk around maritime Liverpool (discoveringbritain.org)

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The Liverpool Slave Trade. Georgian Docks and Privateering (historyofliverpool.com)

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Read the Signs – Street Names in Liverpool Connected to the Trade in Enslaved Africans | Historic England

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https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/historical-journal/article/gladstone-and-slavery/AB74EF5C7EC598FE9A82555B46AEBC54

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https://microform.digital/boa/collections/5/slave-trade-records-from-liverpool-1754-1792/detailed-description

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https://www.statista.com/statistics/1010169/black-and-slave-population-us-1790-1880/

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http://sites.rootsweb.com/~irlmayo2/irish_liverpool.html

Vulpes Vulpes

Vulpes – foxes           genus Vulpes mammal genus – a genus of mammals Canidae, family Canidae – dogs; wolves; jackals; foxes


Vulpes vulpes, red fox – the common Old World fox; having reddish-brown fur; commonly considered a single circumpolar species  

the fox through history – Aesop’s The Fox and The Crow (5th Century BC)

A season’d Scrivener, bred in Office low, Full often mocks, and dupes the gaping crow  

Imbued with human vices (or virtues) You are; Clever,Calculating,Sly,Duplicitous, the trickster, the hustler, the con man,the malign flatterer,the rake,fake gentleman.  

They vilify you in fables and nursery rhymes, fairy tales and films You kill for the sake of killing (unlike those that hunt you)You prey on man’s own animals, kept for slaughter/You are therefore vermin.      

Bible Studies website – The proverbial cunning of the fox is alluded to in Ezekiel 13:4 and in Luke 13:32 where Our Lord calls Herod “that fox”  

“Reynard” – Chaucer’s wicked fox in “The Nun’s Priest Tale” in The Canterbury Tales” of 1390

The first complaint made Isegrim the Wolf on Reynart. ISEGRIM the Wolf, with his lineage and friends, came and stood before the King, and said, “High and Mighty Prince, my Lord the King, I beseech you that through your great might, right, and mercy, that ye will have pity on the great trespass and the unreasonable misdeeds that Reynart the Fox hath done to me and to my wife: that is to wit, he is comen in to my house against the will of my wife, and there he hath bepissed my children whereas they lay, in such wise as they thereof ben waxen blind”.        

Br’er Fox and Br’er Bear (also spelled Brer Fox and Brer Bear, / ˈ b r ɛər /) are fictional characters from the Uncle Remus folktales adapted and compiled by Joel Chandler Harris. In the animated sequences of the 1946 Walt Disney -produced film Song of the South like in the tales, Brer Fox is the stories’ antagonist, while Brer Bear is his dim-witted henchman.      

The Fox and the Cat are a pair of fictional characters who appear in Carlo Collodi’s book The Adventures of Pinocchio. Both are depicted as con-men, who lead Pinocchio astray and unsuccessfully attempt to murder him. The pair pretend to sport disabilities; the Fox lameness and the Cat blindness. The Fox is depicted as the more intelligent of the two, with the Cat usually limiting itself to repeating the Fox’s words.
The Gingerbread Man – In some variations, the fox feigns deafness, drawing the Gingerbread Man closer and closer. Then the fox snatches and devours him. In other versions, the Gingerbread Man halts in his flight at a riverbank, and after accepting the fox’s offer to ferry him across, is convinced by the fox to move ever-forward toward the fox’s mouth.  

Aaah poor fox. Much maligned animal. They ritualise your murder. Smear your blood on the faces of the initiates. Death Cult Sadists. They wear the blood-red coats of the hunter. They breed their hounds for the chase. They are lawless as they are above the law.  

History of Recreational Hunting (the GentlemansGazette.com)

Traditionally, the benefit of owning property meant the right to hunt and rather than living on someone else’s land, the noblest of men would seek out their own estates. Hunting has, for the most part, been a recreational sport since Assyrian kings hunted lions from their chariots.

As Royals, they believed any land within their kingdom was their entitled property, and so hunting was also a way for the nobility to demonstrate dominance over their people. As the game moved away from inhabited lands, forests became known as hunting reserves, and Royals would mount their steeds and with a hound beside them, tread into the reserve.

As the 12th century came about, gamekeepers were charged with monitoring the big game population in the forests and smaller game in the warrens. Despite hunting being a sport enjoyed by all demographics, England decided to regulate it due to the dwindling numbers of wildlife and those without a status of nobility were no longer hunting, but poaching and, therefore, subject to severe punishment by the courts.

It became a stylized pastime of the aristocracy and an arena for fellowship as well as military training. Hunting was no longer a right, but a privilege and measurement of one’s class.

Today, hunting is enjoyed by men and women from all backgrounds. While there are certainly some connotations of social structure within groups of hunters, it is a pastime treasured by many and one that is growing in popularity around the world.

The bloodsports of the Royal Family (Daily Telegraph)  

The Royal Family has a long tradition of enjoying bloodsports, although it has, on occasion, proved a risky passion.  

In 1100, King William II was killed by an arrow while hunting deer in the New Forest and more than 900 years later in 2001, the Prince of Wales fractured his shoulder after he fell off his horse while hunting.  

Henry VIII was a passionate hunter and in 1543, built a special hunting lodge known as the Great Standing in Essex. Surrounded by 6,000 acres of parkland, it was constructed on a grandstand or platform that allowed guests to both view the hunt from a high vantage point and participate in the shoot their crossbows from the upper floors.  

King James I was an avid fan of greyhound coursing and built a hunting lodge in Newmarket. In 1619, he ordered the release of 100 hares and 100 partridges every year at Newmarket races to maintain the quality of hunting in the area.  

King Edward VII provoked controversy in 1868 when he chased a deer from Harrow through Wormwood Scrubs to the Goods Yard at Paddington Station, where it was killed before the astonished eyes of railway guards and porters.

His son, George V was a passionate game bird enthusiast and transformed the once elitist sport into a more mainstream sport. In 1913, a party led by George V killed 3,937 birds in one day. He also shot 21 tigers on a hunting trip to India.  

The Queen’s father, George VI, was also a shooting enthusiast. On January 24, 1952 – his last shoot – his party shot 90 pheasants, 17 rabbits, two pigeons and three mallards. His wife, the Queen Mother, had a fondness for fly fishing and would travel to Birkhall on the Balmoral estate in Scotland, for a fishing break every summer, where she fished on the River Dee until well into her eighties dressed in her customary waders, Macintosh, hat and pearls.  

The current generation of the royals are just as passionate about bloodsports as their ancestors.   Prince Charles and Princes William and Harry are keen shotsmen and stalkers and members of the royal family are said to have been deeply “disappointed” when the hunting ban was introduced.    

What was seen is unseen; what was sensed becomes senseless.

League Against Cruel Sports website

IS FOX HUNTING ‘PEST CONTROL’?

Fox hunting is not a credible form of pest control. Hunters claim that they are helping farmers by killing foxes, but this is a senseless argument that most people no longer believe. The League does not believe that there is any requirement for lethal fox control, but even if there was, then hunting is neither a humane nor effective way of doing it.

Any suggestion that fox hunting is about ‘pest control’ can be dismissed very quickly by the fact that hunts have been caught capturing and raising foxes purely so they can then be hunted. In May 2015, a League investigation revealed 16 terrified fox cubs held captive in a barn linked to a fox hunt in Yorkshire. We rescued them, took them to a vet, and sadly one died, but we released the others to safety. We are proud to have protected those foxes.

Map of Cheshire Hunting lands circa 1830

Cheshire Hunt Country and History

The country which is about 25 miles square, covers most of Cheshire. It is flat, dairy country with a high proportion of grass and hedges. Good scenting country; going is excellent. Best centres: Tarporley and Nantwich. The Cheshire Hunt has tremendous support from farmers and landowners within its hunted country. Hounds go out about 80 times per season. There is a long tradition of hunting in Cheshire. Participants come from all walks of life. At present we have a large number of farmers who are members and subscribers as well as businessmen and tradesmen from local towns and some further afield. Throughout the season the Hunt is invited for lawn meets at farms, private houses and public houses. These are well organised and held in fields and private yards were (sic)everyone is made very welcome.

Socially, the Hunt holds hunt balls, summer dances, hot pot suppers, lunch parties and in some years a pantomime. Outside activities include an annual point-to-point, pony club events, hunter trials, a puppy show and around six or seven church/charity/hunt fund raising fun rides. For countryside conservation there is a hedge laying competition followed by a late lunch in a local pub and some cover laying work done. The Cheshire itself directly employs three people and generates employment for other people. Hunt followers employ many part time horse helpers and grooms, and local blacksmiths, veterinary surgeons, feed merchants and saddlery shops are all busy during the hunting season and must also generate extra employment. Hunting is a wonderful way of uniting the countryside and teaching everyone to help each other.

Vulpes 1

does she not need food?

does she not need to feed and suckle her young?

there is no sentiment in sex

there is no nobility in nurture

the genes gestate themselves

action!

the teeth and walk of the hunter

action!

the tail and shape of the hunted

there is a hand in this hatred

there is symbolism in this chase

if boundaries and bondage

to soil and rivers

farms and forest

fields and vales

restrict us to the flat earth

then shape our paths

towards oblivion

why sate our terror in blood?

what does the fox say?

who gave you dominion over the earth?

this land is not YOUR land

this land is No Man’s Land

this land is MY land

my shadow was seen

upon these fields

long before yours

and my language is

more ancient than yours

You are guests in our lands

We will still have our empire

Long after yours has fell way

Ape man bonded to the soil

Cold and hairless

Destined to die in the cold

Calvert, Henry; The Cheshire Hunt with Wilbraham Egerton of Tatton (1781-1856), and His Son William Tatton Egerton (1806-1883), 1st Baron Egerton of Tatton; National Trust, Tatton Park; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-cheshire-hunt-with-wilbraham-egerton-of-tatton-17811856-and-his-son-william-tatton-egerton-18061883-1st-baron-egerton-of-tatton-131340

The Cheshire Hunt 1839, by Henry Calvert at Tatton Hall

Dominating the Entrance Hall, this vast painting depicts a meeting of the Cheshire Hunt in the countryside between Tarporley Church and Beeston Castle.

Three generations of Egertons are depicted: Wilbraham Egerton 1781-1856, his son William Tatton Egerton, later 1st Baron, 1806-1883, and his grandson Wilbraham Egerton, later 2nd Baron and Earl Egerton 1832-1909. 

Calvert reputedly took sketches of the huntsmen at their local hostelry and meeting place, the Swan Inn at Tarporley, in preparation for the finished work. One such preparatory sketch, a painting of William Tatton Egerton, can be seen in the Egerton Exhibition Room

Game on!

We enclose the land and remove and subtract

Overlordship and ascent

The hedges and fields

The woodlands and lakes

Conform to our own design

For we are Gods and kings

We are lords and dukes

We are the bloodline of the chosen

Horsemen

Knights

Nobles

Chevaliers

Cavaliers

Cavalrymen

Grosvenor 

Egerton

Cholmondeley

The Cheshire Hunt

The information in the following table is drawn from the survey of land ownership carried out in all counties in England in 1873 and published in 1875 by Her Majesties Stationery Office. There is a copy at the Cheshire County Record Office.

At this time the census shows that the population of Cheshire was 561,201. There were 502 parishes, with 110,449 inhabited houses.

The survey of land ownership was initiated by Lord Derby to try to rebut the claim that land ownership was in the hands of a very small number of people. The result was a resounding defeat for Lord Derby’s view.

Cheshire was among the counties where the old gentry families maintained their position very strongly to the end of the 19th century and into the 20th century. In this table, I have not included all those with more than 1000 acres but I have included entries for the gentry families discussed elsewhere on this site. Some of the landowners had land in other counties.

In Cheshire, those with more than 10,000 acres were John Tollemache (25,380), the Duke of Westminster (15,001) the Marquess of Cholmondeley (16,842), Sir H. D. Broughton (13,832), and Lord Crewe (10,148).

Come now, see how they prospered! These ancient and noble great landowners of Cheshire. 

The Grosvenor Family

Virtus Non Stemma (Virtue Not Lineage)

Not lineage? Here’s the lineage

The Grosvenors traditionally trace their descent from Gilbert Grosvenor (le gros veneur or master of the hunt), nephew of Hugh Lupus, Earl of Chester, who held from his uncle, William the Conqueror, all the lands of Cheshire (excepting those of the Bishop of Chester).

Eaton has been the home of the Grosvenor family since the early 1440s, when Ralph Grosvenor of Hulme in Cheshire married Joan, the heiress of Eaton. From the fifteenth century onwards, the Grosvenor family steadily increased its landholdings, finances and status in the community. Particularly profitable from the 1580s onwards were the rents and royalties from mines of coal, stone and lead in North Wales.

The family finances were somewhat drained in the 1640s when the Second Baronet had to pay a fine of several thousands of pounds for supporting the King in the English Civil War. However, by 1677 the coffers had been replenished, and the failure of another suitor to provide the promised funds for the hand of Mary Davies enabled the Third Baronet to step in.

This marriage brought into the Grosvenor family an area of boggy marshlands which, again by harnessing the wealth generated by the minerals in North Wales, were later developed to become the prosperous Mayfair and Belgrave areas of London.

In the mid-twentieth century an entrepreneurial decision was taken to diversify by developing the Annacis Island industrial estate in British Columbia. This was the beginning of what was to become an international enterprise with offices, in North America, Europe, and Asia Pacific (and, for a number of years, Hawaii and Australia).

Family members were elevated through the ranks of nobility to Hugh Lupus, First Duke of Westminster in 1874 – the last of the non-royal dukedoms to be created. Thus quirks of fate, good marriages and fortuitous circumstances have influenced the Grosvenor family and the line of succession as the title passes through the male line in a sometimes complicated manner.

Quirks of fate?

Good marriages?

Fortuitous circumstances?

Land theft!

Aristocratic incest!

Economic rape!

From 1066 to 2019 – a family inheritance almost 2,000 in the making – and now we have….

Meet Little Hugh!

 New Duke of Westminster inherits £9bn fortune aged 25

He is godfather to a future king, and now owns a large chunk of the most exclusive parts of London. At just 25, Hugh Richard Louis Grosvenor, who has become the 7th Duke of Westminster after the sudden death of his 64-year-old father on Tuesday, will inherit a family fortune estimated by American business magazine Forbes at about £9bn, and the ancestral seat Eaton Hall in Cheshire.

Though the third of four siblings, the duke, previously known by the honorary title Earl Grosvenor, is the only son of the late Duke of Westminster and his wife, Natalia.

Little is publicly known of the former student of countryside management at Newcastle University. His family guarded his privacy as he was growing up as heir apparent to the vast fortune, which now makes him the third wealthiest landowner in the UK, and, according to Forbes, the 68th wealthiest person in the world.

He has kept largely out of the limelight, though found himself the subject of media attention when he became the youngest and wealthiest of Prince George’s godparents.

His 21st birthday party at Eaton Hall, which reportedly cost £5m, also made the newspapers. He hosted about 800 guests, including Prince Harry, at the “black tie and neon” bash, where comedian Michael McIntyre and hip-hop duo Rizzle Kicks topped the bill.

Guests who wanted to give a gift were asked to contribute to the young earl’s large wine collection. He told the Chester Chronicle at the time: “The party was simply amazing – a birthday and a party I will never forget. It is the beginning of a new era in my life and I look forward to the challenges that lie ahead.”

Though the 7th Duke of Westminster has two older sisters, he inherits the title and estate, which includes 190 acres in Belgravia and thousands of acres in Scotland and Spain, through the rule of primogeniture, which puts male children ahead of female siblings irrespective of age. The primogeniture law for the British monarchy was abolished in 2013 before the birth of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s first child, Prince George.

When you’re a boy
You can wear a uniform
Boys keep swinging
Boys always work it out

Uncage the colours
Unfurl the flag
Luck just kissed you hello
When you’re a boy

Inherit The Wind

Had the Grosvenor estate bequeathed to the new Duke of Westminster been liable for 40% inheritance tax, the amount owed to the Treasury would have been not far off the government’s entire death duty take for the last financial year.

Hugh Grosvenor, however, avoids a significant cut to his £9bn inheritance because the estate is held in a trust.

Britain’s generous trust law ensures that the country’s largest fortunes are largely kept intact. This is borne out by statistics which show that duties are a modest source of revenue for the Treasury. HMRC collected total tax of £534bn in 2015-16, of which inheritance tax receipts represented £4.7bn.

“The benefits of trusts are that they don’t form part of somebody’s estate,” says Ian Dyall, a manager at the financial adviser Towry. “In a discretionary trust, you have a whole pick list of potential beneficiaries which the trustees can choose to appoint benefits to. Because of that, you can’t point a finger to any potential beneficiary and say that’s your money. Money can stay in the trust and cascade down from generation to generation and nobody pays inheritance tax on it.”

Instead of one-off taxation, trusts are subject to charges every 10 years from the anniversary of their creation. Known as the inheritance tax periodic charge, it can amount to 6% of the funds held. There are, however, plenty of loopholes. Agricultural and business property relief applies, and the Grosvenor assets will have been managed to take full advantage of that.

The estate has been divided into three portfolios

Grosvenor

The privately owned property business has £11.8bn in assets under management. At its heart is the 300-year-old Grosvenor estate in London, which began in 1677 as 500 acres of land including Mayfair and Belgravia. Its holdings range from hi-tech office space in Silicon Valley and a science park in Edinburgh to the freehold on the current US embassy in Grosvenor Square. The jewel is Eaton Square, built close to Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament during the housing boom that followed the Napoleonic wars.

Run as a separate legal entity with its own chief executive, Grosvenor Group paid £58m in tax on profits of £527m in 2015, and has 520 employees on its payroll. Its holdings are largely expected to qualify for relief from the inheritance tax periodic charge.

“Property is at the frontline over what qualifies and what doesn’t,” said Dyall. “If you run a hotel, that’s a business. If you have a rental property and all you do is collect the rent, that’s not a trading company. That’s an investment.”

Wheatsheaf

Set up in 2012, Wheatsheaf employs 450 people and invests in food, energy and water security. It runs Grosvenor Farms, one of the largest farms in the UK with more than 6,000 acres in Cheshire and a herd of 1,400 dairy cows. Other businesses include the UK’s largest bull stud, Cogent Breeding, and a hydroelectric plant on the Reay Forest estate in Scotland.

With its emphasis on food production, job creation and trading rather than land holding, Wheatsheaf assets are also likely to be exempt from the inheritance tax periodic charge.

Family Investment Office

The Family Investment Office manages rural estates in Sutherland, Lancashire, Spain and the family seat at Eaton Hall near Chester. It also takes care of stock market and other financial investments, the charitable Westminster Foundation, and a fine art collection that includes works by Velásquez, Stubbs, Rembrandt and Lucian Freud. The office employs 470 people across its rural estates. It is likely some of its assets, particularly cash investments, will not qualify for periodic tax relief.

Grosvenor 2018 Review

Our approach to taxation aims to be consistent with our reputation for quality, integrity and social responsibility. We respect not only the letter of the law but also its underlying intention.

Except inheritance tax it seems.  They have form in this area.

From MoneyWeek

Has the family always been good at tax planning?

Apparently not. According to The British Tax System, a 1980s textbook co-authored by Mervyn King, “the largest sum ever paid in death duties, by a considerable margin, was the £11m [more than £200m in today’s terms] paid on an estate estimated at between £40m and £60m on the death of the third Duke of Westminster” in 1963. It seems the Grosvenor family learned rapidly from the blow, however.

When the fourth duke (a cousin of the third) died in 1967, his estate pulled off something of a blinder. First of all, the declared estate was now just £4m. And second, they convinced the taxman that it should be exempt from estate duties.

How did they do that?

The taxman gave up his slice on the grounds that Colonel Gerald Hugh Grosvenor had died of wounds incurred on active service during World War II – despite the fact that he had survived a further 22 years and the cause of death was cancer. Meanwhile, the next duke, the fifth, also had notably savvy estate planning in place. When Robert George Grosvenor (the father of the duke who has just died) passed away in 1979, press coverage reported that the family fortune was now some £650m, yet the duke’s declared personal estate, according to the Mervyn King book, was expected to be less than £5m.

Virtue Not Lineage?

See how they prospered…….

The Egerton Family

 The Egertons are an ancient Cheshire family, seated at Oulton Park near Tarporley since the Middle Ages. An ancestor of the 1st Baronet, William le Belward, took the surname of Egerton from the lordship of Egerton, which he inherited.

In 1617, Roland Egerton was created a baronet (see Grey Egerton baronets). He later represented Wootton Bassett in Parliament and married Bridget, sister and co-heir of Thomas Grey, 15th Baron Grey de Wilton.

In 1784, the 7th Baronet was created Baron Grey de Wilton and in 1801 he was further created Viscount Grey de Wilton and Earl of Wilton. These titles were created with special remainder to the second and the younger sons successively of his daughter Lady Eleanor Egerton, who married Robert Grosvenor, 1st Marquess of Westminster.

On Lord Wilton’s death in 1814 the barony became extinct, while he was succeeded in the viscountcy and earldom according to the special remainder by his grandson Thomas Grosvenor (1799–1882), who assumed the surname of Egerton.

The Grey Egerton baronetcy passed to a distant relative, the 8th Baronet. The ninth Baronet was in 1825 granted by Royal Warrant the right to assume for themselves only the additional surname of Grey and the arms and supporters of Grey de Wilton. The viscountcy and earldom of Wilton continued to descend in this branch of the family until the death of the 7th Earl in 1999.

When he died without children, his titles passed to Francis Grosvenor, 6th Baron Ebury (b. 1934), a descendant of Robert Grosvenor (1801–1893), 1st Baron Ebury, the third son of Robert Grosvenor, 1st Marquess of Westminster and his wife Eleanora Egerton, daughter of the 1st Earl of Wilton.

From another branch of the family, Thomas Egerton (1540–1617) held the office of Lord Chancellor from 1603 to 1617; he was created Baron Ellesmere in 1603 and Viscount Brackley in 1616.

The 2nd Viscount (1579–1649) was created Earl of Bridgewater in 1617 and the 4th Earl (1681–1745) was made Duke of Bridgewater in 1720. On the death of the 3rd Duke (1736–1803), the dukedom became extinct. The 3rd Duke of Bridgewater was buried in the Egerton family vault in Little Gaddesden Church, close to Ashridge.

ARE YOU KEEPING UP WITH THIS??

Calvert, Henry; A Huntsman (2nd Lord de Tabley, 1811-1887); Tabley House Collection; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/a-huntsman-2nd-lord-de-tabley-18111887-103817

The earldom of Bridgewater passed on to the late Duke’s cousin John Egerton (1753–1823), who became the 7th Earl. The earldom of Bridgewater eventually became extinct on the death of his younger brother, the 8th Earl, in 1829.

On the death of the 3rd Duke of Bridgewater in 1803, his substantial estates were inherited by Lord Francis Leveson-Gower, second son of 1st Duke of Sutherland. He was the great-grandson of Lady Louisa Egerton, daughter of the 1st Duke of Bridgewater.

Lord Francis Leveson-Gower assumed by Royal licence the surname of Egerton in lieu of his patronymic and was created Viscount Brackley and Earl of Ellesmere in 1846. The 5th Earl of Ellesmere(1915–2000) succeeded as 6th Duke of Sutherland in 1963.

After a lengthy lawsuit, the 8th Earl of Bridgewater‘s estates were inherited by John Egerton-Cust, 2nd Earl Brownlow, great-great-grandson of Lady Amelia Egerton, sister of the seventh and eighth Earls of Bridgewater.

However, he died childless at an early age and was succeeded by his younger brother, the 3rd Earl Brownlow, who retained his original family surname of Brownlow-Cust.

The Barons and Earls Egerton were members of another branch of the family, descended from William Tatton (who assumed the surname of Egerton in lieu of his patronymic), husband of Hester, granddaughter of the Hon. Thomas Egerton, youngest son of the 2nd Earl of Bridgewater.

DID YOU GET THAT? VIRTUE NOT LINEAGE MY ARSE!

Lord Francis Egerton succeeded to the Dukedom at the age of twelve on the death of his brother, the 2nd Duke. As a child he was sickly and of such unpromising intellectual capacity that at one time the idea of cutting the entail was seriously entertained.

He accumulated great wealth through his canal and coal interests, and his annual income was said to have exceeded £80,000. The family owned three estates at the time: Belton House, a small Sussex estate, the Old house and, 6,000 acres (24 km²) at his house of Ashridge. On leaving the Brackley and Worsley estates that he owned, the duke earned an annual income in taxes and duties of £75,000 pa (estimated in 1997 as £2,360,000). With the proceeds he built a magnificent Georgian mansion in London’s St James’s called Bridgwater House (it was later renamed Stafford House, and later still Lancaster House).

With the Bridgewater fortune now exceeding £2,000,000, and the Duke being the richest nobleman in England, he set about rebuilding Ashridge.

See how they prospered…

The Cholmondeley Family

Today’s generation of the Cholmondeley family bears a name that was brought to England by the migration wave that was started by the Norman Conquest of 1066. The Cholmondeley family lived in the township of Cholmondley in the parish of Malpas in Cheshire. The name is traditionally pronounced Chumley.

Early Origins of the Cholmondeley family

The surname Cholmondeley was first found in Cheshire at Cholmondeley, a civil parish and village where they were “descended from the Barons of Malpas, and directly from Robert de Cholmondelegh, second son of William Belward, lord of a moiety of the Barony of Malpas, and younger brother of David the ancestor of the Egertons; which Robert was seated at Cholmondeley in the reign of King John.” The Noble and Gentle Men of England; Th

The regal Cholmondeley Castle is now a country house located there with majestic formal gardens. The house has been a seat of the Cholmondeley family since the 12th century.

The parish of Delamere in Cheshire was home to a distinguished branch of the family. “On its inclosure it gave the title of Baron Delamere, of Vale Royal, to Thomas Cholmondeley, Esq., the proprietor of the ancient possessions of the Cistercian monks of Vale Royal, whose sumptuous abbey, completed in 1330 by Edward III., at a cost of £32,000, was dedicated to the Lord Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, St. Nicholas, and St. Nichasius, and in the 26th of Henry VIII.”

Motto: Cassis tutissima virtus
Motto Translation: Virtue is the safest helmet.


Meet Dave! Dashing David George Philip Cholmondeley, Lord Cholmondeley, 7th Marquess of Cholmondeley, KCVO, DL, Viscount Malpas, Earl of Rocksavage, Lord Great Chamberlain of the United Kingdom.  

Early life and education

Lord Cholmondeley is a descendant of Sir Robert Walpole (1676–1745), the first Prime Minister of Great Britain. He is the son of Hugh Cholmondeley, 6th Marquess of Cholmondeley, and his wife, the former Lavinia Margaret Leslie. He is also a descendant of both the Rothschild family and the Sassoon family through his paternal grandmother, Sybil Sassoon. He has three elder sisters: the Ladies Rose, Margot (married Tony Huston), and Caroline (married Baron Rodolphe d’Erlanger).

Like numerous members of his family, Cholmondeley was educated at Eton College. He later took classes at the Sorbonne.

Career

Film industry

Lord Cholmondeley is a filmmaker. As David Rocksavage, he also appeared in a small part in Eric Rohmer‘s 1987 film, 4 aventures de Reinette et Mirabelle. His professional name is derived from his title of Earl of Rocksavage.

Political career

Cholmondeley became Marquess of Cholmondeley on 13 March 1990, upon the death of his father. Cholmondeley does not sit in the House of Lords for debates as he is currently on “leave of absence”, although he does attend the House of Lords in his role of Lord Great Chamberlain of England.

Lands and estates

Houghton Hall, Norfolk

The family seats are Houghton Hall in Norfolk, and Cholmondeley Castle, which is surrounded by a 7,500-acre (30 km2) estate near Malpas, Cheshire.

According to the Sunday Times Rich List in 2008, Cholmondeley has an estimated net worth of approximately £60m, attributed primarily to his inherited landholdings. Houghton Hall, ancestral home of the Marquesses of Cholmondeley since the establishment of the title in 1815, has now opened some of its rooms to the public.

Position at court

In 1974, Cholmondeley (then known as the Earl of Rocksavage) was a Page of Honour to the Queen at the age of 14. He relinquished this role upon reaching the age limit of retirement in 1976.

One moiety of the ancient office of Lord Great Chamberlain is a Cholmondeley inheritance. This hereditary honour came into the Cholmondeley family through the marriage of the first Marquess of Cholmondeley to Lady Georgiana Charlotte Bertie, daughter of Peregrine Bertie, 3rd Duke of Ancaster and Kesteven. The second, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh holders of the marquessate have all held this office.

Cholmondeley began acting as the hereditary Lord Great Chamberlain to Her Majesty in 1990. In the Queen’s Birthday Honours List for 2007, Lord Cholmondeley was made a Knight Commander of the Royal Victorian Order (KCVO) for his 17 years of service as Lord Great Chamberlain.

Marriage and children

Lord Cholmondeley married (Sarah) Rose Hanbury, a 25-year-old fashion model, on 24 June 2009, their engagement having been announced the previous day. She is a daughter of Tim Hanbury, a website designer, and his fashion designer wife, Emma. The landed gentry Hanbury family lived at Holfield Grange, Coggeshall, Essex.

Her maternal grandmother is Lady Elizabeth Lambart, daughter of Field Marshal The 10th Earl of Cavan, who was one of the bridesmaids at the 1947 wedding of Princess Elizabeth; her paternal grandmother, Sara, was daughter of racing driver Sir Henry (‘Tim’) Birkin, 3rd Baronet.

Four and a half months after their wedding, on 12 October 2009, the Marchioness gave birth to twin sons, Alexander Hugh George and Oliver Timothy George. The elder son, Alexander, as heir apparent to the Marquessate, bears the courtesy title of Earl of Rocksavage; his brother is known as Lord Oliver Cholmondeley.

In March 2016, the Marquess and Marchioness had their third child, a daughter, Lady Iris Marina Aline Cholmondeley.

The Marchioness is a patron of the EACH charity, along with The Duchess of Cambridge.

See how these thieves keep their stolen lands and wealth derived from it well guarded and hidden from view, marrying into each other, sharing kids and titles and legacies and bestriding their empire in ritualised raids across fields and borders. Can anyone stop them?



We recognise no deed of ownership, nor seal, nor warrant – we recognise no laws, nor jurisdictions for these are but the scribblings of men, abstract and weightless in the universe.

The law is made by men like you and for men like you

On 15 September 2004, MPs supported the second reading of the Hunting Bill in a free vote by 356 to 166. Parliament was suspended for a short time after five protesters got into the Commons chamber while MPs debated whether to vote for a ban.

How they voted (Yes/No) Conservative: 6/137Labour: 318/3Lib Dem: 32/16Plaid Cymru: 0/4Ulster Unionist: 0/4Independent: 0/2
  

The Hunting Act 2004

The Hunting Act 2004 is the law which bans chasing wild mammals with dogs in England and Wales – this basically means that fox hunting, deer hunting, hare hunting, hare coursing and mink hunting are all illegal, as they all are cruel sports based on dogs chasing wild mammals.

The introduction of the Hunting Act followed an extensive and often exhausting campaign spanning 80 years, with the League Against Cruel Sports and our supporters at the forefront since 1924. In Scotland, hunting with dogs was banned earlier by a different law, the Protection of Wild Mammals (Scotland) Act 2002.

Securing the Hunting Act was a key moment in the history of animal protection legislation in the UK and public polling consistently shows it is a popular law. Yet, since its introduction, the Hunting Act has been the target of considerable attack from the pro-hunt lobby which has waged an on-going campaign to try and undermine the Act with the aim of getting it scrapped or weakened, and defied the Act by developing and promoting methods to circumvent it in the form of false alibies or illicit exploitations of its exemptions.

This sabotage of the law continues today.

ONE LAW FOR THEM!

Police arrest law breakers – no, not the hunters, the sabs!

Despite overwhelming public opposition and a longstanding ban, fox hunting shows no signs of abating in the UK. The 2018 hunt season alone saw 550 reports of illegal hunting, though these figures only represent known incidents.

In 2014 it was found that 250,000 fox hunters attended Boxing Day hunts across the UK. In 2019, so far, at least 21 foxes have been killed by the hunt and 151 incidents of illegal hunting have been reported since the season began on November 1.

The Hunting Act, which prohibited hunting foxes and wild mammals with dogs, was approved by the UK’s parliament in 2003 with 362 MPs in favour and 156 against. The following year it became law. In 2017, the British people were surveyed on whether they continue to support the ban on fox hunting and the result was resounding – the highest margin ever recorded on the matter – 85% thought fox hunting should remain prohibited.

So if the ban is entering its 17th year, why is fox hunting still happening?

A Good Question!

The establishment sticks together – they call those that stand in their way ‘militants, extremists, hooligans, communists”

The Police say…

“It’s too difficult to enforce!”

And yet they can enforce the law to stop strikes and picket lines and demonstrations and protests – fracking for example.

“The law isn’t clear enough!”

But it’s clear enough to convict trespassers on ‘private’ property and to stop dog fighting and badger baiting and secure convictions for ‘poaching’

When a democratically elected politician dares to challenge these high bred lawbreakers then they face this;

CheshireLive website :

Attempts to make sure hunts are planned and conducted lawfully have been labelled a ‘ridiculous waste of money’ by pro-hunting campaigners. The Countryside Alliance has accused David Keane, Cheshire’s police and crime commissioner (PCC), of having an ‘obsession with hunting’ and called on him to spend his force’s resources on tackling ‘real crime’ instead.

It comes after Mr Keane commissioned an independent review into fox hunting last year, which put forward 11 recommendations to improve the way hunts are policed in Cheshire . Mr Keane put those recommendations to Cheshire’s new Chief Constable Darren Martland at a special meeting last Monday – and proposed that the force works with huntsmen, landowners and residents in future to draw up event plans which would help ensure hunts are conducted legally.

In a statement issued following the meeting, the Countryside Alliance said: “The Cheshire hunts operate entirely legally and have always cooperated with the police. They are not, however, going to be dragged into the ignorant and wasteful campaign which the PCC is pursuing. The PCC commissioned an expensive independent review of the policing of hunting, it made sensible recommendations, but those did not suit his political agenda so now he has made up some others.” Cheshire Police received 200 reports of incidents in the 2018-19 hunt season – including 51 alleged criminal offences, compared to 19 in 2017

The High Sheriff and her son

January 12, 2019 by NWHSA 

CHESHIRE HOUNDS HUNT CHASE AND KILL FOX IN GROUNDS OF HOME OF HIGH SHERIFF OF CHESHIRE

On 1st January, a team of monitors witnessed the Cheshire Hunt chasing two foxes into the grounds of Tirley Garth in Willington, home of the High Sheriff of Cheshire Alexis Redmond MBE and her husband Phil, famous as creator of long-running TV shows Brookside, Hollyoaks and Grange Hill. We found evidence that at least one fox was killed in the grounds.

The incident was reported to police, who attended briefly. We have since attempted to speak to Mrs Redmond to discuss the matter, without success.

North West Hunt Saboteurs Association

The Canary

Cheshire Police investigated five incidents of foxes allegedly killed by a hunt during the last season. However, the police have said they’re dropping all the cases. And local activists said this has given hunts the “green light” to continue killing foxes.

“Complete mockery”

A national dialogue on hunting in early 2019 centred on Cheshire. It occurred after activists published images of foxes allegedly killed by a local hunt. Between 15 November 2018 and 5 February 2019, activists claimed the Cheshire Hunt killed five foxes. During one such incident on 5 January, Cheshire Hunt Saboteurs said it even caught a member of the hunt “kicking” a fox’s body into a river.

Activists took all five incidents to Cheshire Police. However, the force has dropped all five cases due to insufficient evidence of illegal hunting. Local paper CheshireLive reported that the “complexity” of the cases led to Cheshire Police seeking advice from the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS).

Police said:

The investigation team has now concluded that there is insufficient evidence that any of the incidents amounted to deliberate and intentional hunting, as required by the Hunting Act 2004. Consequently, no further action will be taken. All parties involved have been informed of the outcome.”

What we’re up against…

HERE COME THE JUDGE

Immigration judge pleads not guilty to sab assault

Today Mark Davies plead not guilty to two charges of assault on sabs at Chesterfield Magistrates Court. The charges come after an incident which occurred at the 2019 New Year’s Day meet of the Barlow Hunt, which was attended by Sheffield and West Yorkshire Hunt Sabs.

Davies, ex master of the Barlow and secretary of the Pennine Foxhounds, is an immigration judge. In December 2018 he was professionally disciplined for prejudicial remarks against Iranians. Previously, he made the news after his appearance in a naked calendar, to raise money for the Pennine Hunt, alongside wife and current Barlow joint master Joan Williams, who is the ex-South Yorkshire Police Superintendant.

It Gets Worse…

terrorists

Boris Johnson has suggested extremism rules developed to tackle domestic terrorism could be applied to anti-foxhunting activists. Mr Johnson told a pro-hunting group that activists who disrupt their events could face rules developed by the Government in response to recommendations by the Commission for Countering Extremism. The Commission is considering the rise of far right, Islamic and other kinds of extremism.

So here we are – the prime minister of the country, alongside his fellow aristocratic and Hunt supporting Tory MPs are considering anti-terrorism legislation applying to hunting saboteurs. They are happy to see a parallel between those that detonate bombs in crowds of teenagers watching pop concerts and animal rights activists trying to prevent a harmless creature being ripped to shreds by a pack of dogs.

Vulpes

Oh Vulpes what have you ever done to deserve the wrath of man?

The day is never as bright as your eyes

The patterns of shifting lands can never contain your restless spirit

They will never stop chasing you until they are dead themselves

The Vulpine bloodline will flow into the dark future

Dedicated to the Cheshire and other Hunt Saboteurs, the League Against Cruel Sports, Cheshire Against Blood Sports and all the others that refuse to allow this cruel and barbaric practice to continue despite the ban. 

No Sudden Movements!

NO SUDDEN MOVMENTS

Almanac continuum

I’ve got no time for contemplation

What’s to think about?

The shape of the cosmos and what’s for tea?

The never ending roundabout

On the M53

Do you realise

That one day every member

Of The Flaming Lips will die

In an accident involving unsecured timber

And a crate of Shepherd’s pie

Come boy! Round up the sheep

And let’s put the truth to bed

There’s Saxon armour under the turnips

There’s a cadaver in the shed

She was once my sister in law

Her hair was Pre-Raphaelite

I stored her in the kitchen draw  

And gave the wife a fright

How many times must we watch Dion Dublin

Look at rotting sun beams

The nets need a good cleaning

Day time shows need better themes

Maybe scored by minimalist Japanese lads

Who do all those rubbish perfume ads

And wear six hundred quid jeans

The Beano and the Guinness Book Of Records

A map of East Anglia and the Norfolk Broads

Getting off the train at Ely

An orchard at the wedding

A ketwig pulls a wheelie

And ends up in the bedding

Sleep tight young love

Pass me down your North Face glove

There’s a ten pound wrap inside

And a grinder filled with cheddar

Frankie Beverley’s back in stride

And China’s getting redder

I’m so left wing I’m a Nazi

I’m so funny I’m a Tory

My arl fellar’s on his lazzys

My wife’s in Tobermory

Tartan kilts and tweed kecks

Infidel tongues and Jacobite wrecks

We’re sailing on to glory

You can’t con a con man

And you can’t kid a kidder

You can kid a con man

And you can con a kidder

Are there any other bidders

For this charming Edwardian dildo

Made from finest Congo ivory

Once used by Jill Dando

There goes Barry George

An innocent man

There goes Brymbo forge

And the ships for Pakistan

I’m from the Bucklow Hundred

Our mob has fifty feet

Two hundred eyes

And an ancient ancestral seat

At the foot of Castle Rise

Oh Mr White with your weasel face

A pound of spam and a vanity case

With a ballerina inside that pirouettes

Just like a Degas sketch

And Edgar son, you old wretch

Nip to the turfy with my bets

You can’t pay tax with pebbles these days

You can’t cash cheques at Asda

You can’t worship fires in Persia now

Or pray to Ahura Mazda

One day all cars will be made like this

One day all MPs won’t take the piss

And footballers won’t take the knee

And fans won’t twist their history

Or pray to Gods when they miss

You should’ve clocked Jean Brodie

When she was in her prime

And now she’s doing pantomime

With Mussolini’s roadie

Never watch Salo with yer nan

It’ll put her off her supper

And never trust a man with a tan

Trying to offload copper

Agamemnon knew the score

Three nil to Panathinaikos

And Rumpole thought he knew the law

Until he listened to Was Not Was

Don and Dave and Don and Phil

Dick and Dom and Jack and Jill

Daddy long legs legs on the windowsill

Nicotine on the ceiling

R. Lee Ermey knew the drill

Boston had more than a feeling

The Lincolnshire coast is cold

And flat and old

And the spuds still need picking

By swarthy gents in bubble tents

Who pay top price for chicken

Electro magnetic energy

Is stronger than gravity

If you drive your car

Into infinity

You’ll end up back where you started

And you’ll recognise yourself

And clear the top shelf

With all those darts trophies

Yer dad left you in his will

And if you melt them all down

You can pay your lecky bill

Quarks are very small

So small they’re invisible

And even the ancient Sybil

Couldn’t see them at all

If you stood them all end on end

It’d drive round the bend

Send your completed coupon

To a PO box somewhere in Derby

When Herbie went to Monte Carlo

He bumped into Chris Farlowe

And cracked funny he was out of time

But Chris didn’t find it funny at all

And neither did former brickie Timothy Spall

He played Turner as a grunting pig

And when all the True Levellers began to dig

The earth became a common treasury

But it didn’t last long

It never does

King Kong climbed up the Empire State

Ken Dodd never paid his rates

On the jam butty mines or paid his fines

For parking in disabled spaces at Knotty Ash Asda

Open 24 Hours

24 Hours from Asda

A day away from her barms

I bought  four knock off burglar alarms

Off a fellar with Prada flippys

Who also bred designer puppies

Half Jack Russell half Great Dane

Jane Russell was great in The Outlaw

But The Paleface was a bit racist

Son Of Paleface more racist still

But not as bad as Triumph Of The Will

Hitler has only got one ball

But it’s a casey and can kill a hundred Tommys

Throwing effigies of Adolf on council bommies

Penny for the Guy mister, can I mind yer car

Penny for your thoughts sister, can I burn yer bra?

There’s a man who works down the chip shop

Who swears he’s Kirsty McColl

Dirty old man

Dirty old man

They didn’t have nonces in the 70s

And they didn’t have fences at the footy

You could stand outside

And tell the score from the sounds

Ah but that’s just cheap nostalgia

Hello Mrs Jones, how’s your Bert’s neuralgia?

Bacharach and David sing

Shakatak and King

That’s what my heart yearns for now

Love and Homepride

We sail on the noon tide

It’s talent day at Pontins

And Bernie Clifton’s ostrich

Is hot stepping to the Jackson 5

Oh if Stonewall were still alive

He’d take it out and shoot it

Straight through his stupid throat

Bernie not the bird like

If you’ve ever read Fever Pitch

It’ll put you off soccer ball for life

Where’s my knife?

There’s an amnesty on

And time I handed the murder weapon in

They won’t check for prints

Oh where do I begin?

At the beginning when all was void

And the universe was created

When the death star was destroyed

In space no cunt can hear you scream

And all you can taste is shit icecream

Some people never learn

And these people are always happy

So keep the title snappy

It’ll sell well at the offy

And keep the facepaint Gothy

Pete Murphy used to live next to me

Not the div from Bauhaus obviously

No this Pete Murphy played the banjo with his feet

His dental care was incomplete

And he had a nose where his ear should be

Some called him a freak but he was OK by me

His mum was a dinner lady

With a ferocious Dublin accent

She said she’d courted Hillary

Before he made his brave ascent

Of Mountjoy prison’s walls

In a daring IRA escape

He had the starry plough

Stitched to the back of his Tricolor cape

Oh Hopkins played Bligh very well

But Mel Gibson as Christian? Fucking hell

Pitcairn tourists can still visit the plot

But there are no breadfruits any more

And the King of Tahiti is still feeling sore

Cos Georgey the German copped for the lot

And never dismiss a dog full of snot

Cos it can still smell sarcasm from a mile away

Come listen to my story of a man named Ged

A gangster from Huyton who kept his habit fed

And kept his nose clean on the threes

And passed around the sacrament

On knobbly two dog knees

Freeze!

It’s Cagney and Lacey

With Sailor and Racey

Frank Worthington collars

A fistful of dollars

And a bladder full of bitter

Bass Charrington Bowls team

Left their woods in East Cheam

There’s a bevel on the edge to make it swerve

And the Greenall Whitley lot deserve

Everything they get

For scabbing on the dockers

They stink like heavy rockers

After watching a Sabbath tribute band

With a Chinese Ozzy Osbourne

And Tommy Iommi’s a kid from Runcorn

With a stick on muzzy

Is it?

A muzzy or just bum fluff

Fuck me this steak is tough

It twatted three of the waiters

And ended up in Slater’s

Chatting up two Albino sisters

From just outside Wallasey

First time double daters

Charged with witchcraft and heresy

Something wicked this way comes

Buddy Rich is twatting his drums

Sweating like a pig on heat

And I count Waterloo as a defeat

For republicanism against the elite

If it wasn’t for those pesky Prussians

We’d have better sauce with our meat

One hundred and eighty!

Nice one, top one, get on one matey

No thanks lad it’s time to plant me leeks

And study finches with oddly shaped beaks

And crows laugh at humans

Because they haven’t got wings

Crow black black crow black town

Bob Zimmerman was framed

For the murder of Woody Guthrie

Found innocent by a jury

Of nine good men and three baddies

Who hated electric and mocked the traddys

This machine kills fishes

It’s a fifty foot fibre glass carp pole

Tunnel system that undermines the foundations

Of the new estate for new time buyers and old school liars

Own your own home it’s a solid investment

But look at all those rotting roof tops

Negative equity Tory dupes

Don’t tell Sid his shares are worthless

A land of milk and honey nut loops

Let’s troop the colours and God save the queen

Have a whip round for her water bill

And call the doleys obscene

Rag time bag slime

Bilk has done his accas

And Bez can’t sing or play the flute

But he’s boss on the maracas

Kopites are gobshites

The Road End’s full of slashers

Winner winner

Chlorinated dinner

Corn fed ritually bled

Everyone’s a sinner baby

Snowflakes can’t take a joke

The gammons object to ridicule

So answer a fool according to his folly

Lest he be wise in his own conceit

Good golly miss Molly

Bloom’s soliloquy  

Goes out to everybody

Except Nora Barnacle

She stuck to James for life

Oh faithful wife

Oh hideous snob

Cop the gob on him

Half an hour at the gym

Juiced up on gear and gossiping

About ths grass and that grass

Pampas is a grass 

And grows well in the Argentine

Where the gauchos sip red wine

With Walter Becker and Desmond Decker

A message to you Rudy

A boat trip on the Little Roo Dee

With John Barnes his wife and kids

Trying too hard not to be recognised

He invented the bouncing bomb  

Three uncles died at the Somme

It’s a long way to Tipperary

But it’s further to Osaka

And there’s no fairground at Talacre

But the café’s run by Herbert Lom

Tom Tom the piper’s son

Stole a tart and away he run

What are word’s worth?

When at once I came across

A host of golden retrievers

And devout believers

In the forthcoming end of days

And tragic Norwegian plays

Are always short on laughs

Don’t say math it’s maths

So measure me the circumference of sin

And the radius of the Hell within

All men that count themselves as such

Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid

Jumped off the cliff

Did they die or did they swim

To tell their tale at some dusty saloon

And the kid with the mouse balloon

Is taking the mick

Clwyd ices often licked, never beaten

Towyn scallys with Kinder egg skag

What a world we live in

Put the city boys on the train to the Gulag

With Adrian Chiles and Micky Quinn

I’m a self-styled stylist to the stars

I’m a ten bob Bukowski grafting rhymes

In sleazy back street bars

Inside my Primark bag I’ve got

An A to Z of the city of Turku

A morse code translation of the bible

Ten bottles of Esso Blue

Beefheart’s squid rings

Alan Lomax’s hillbilly recipe cards

I life size replica of Harlech castle

An old cassette of The Best of Alan Beswick’s Red Rose radio show

A signed copy of Fly Fishing by JR Hartley

An Inuit phrasebook open at ‘it’s a bit parky’

A tin of dolphin chunks stating they’re tuna friendly

And a hand written letter from Nigel Blackwell, lead singer of Half Man Half Biscuit saying

‘leave this sort of thing to the big boys, son!”   

You can’t reason with a Mormon

You can’t talk turkey to a goose

And if you get caught kiting

You won’t escape the noose

Of all the crimes from Ay to Zee

Don’t fuck with hard currency

As Mr Biggs found out the hard way

There’s no gang more ruthless than HMRC

Death and taxis

Davy Liver sang the Delta Blues

And Dixie Dean relaxes

In comfy calf skin shoes

Purchased from a Sunday paper offer

Next to ads for Medi Cruises

See Sicily and Sardinia

And wake up full of bruises

There’s a cut throat crew on board

High on rum and ketamine

So if your bunk gets ransacked

Look out for stolen vaseline

Toy Town lockdown

Big Ears won’t get the jab

Noddy’s seaside joyride

Ends up on a slab

Corinthians 3

Ephesians 4

St Paul was shit at marking

But he always knew the score

His tackling was cynical

His finishing was clinical

His celebrations were top drawer

He looked through a glass darkly

Then threw it on the door

Chas Smash knew the dance

Sixty skinheads on the floor

Seig Heiling to The Specials

Here comes the Hooded Claw

Death plays chess with Muttley

Geoff Hinsleff plays himself

Oh he’s no Ralphy Richardson

And never reads The Guardian

To his credit

As Kevin Webster’s arl fellar

He was more than competent

Although he had a different accent

They’re all northerners up there

Network tepee

Weird Device

Internet speed freak

Ethernet slice

Farewell to Clancy Eccles

They buried him on Winter Hill

And The Higher Edgar Broughton Band

Can hear his wild screams still

Cards on the table now

Who killed Jesse James?

Because everyone blames Robert Ford

You live and die by the sword

They’re all back stabbing bastards

Every single one of them

From Rotherhithe to Rutherglen

Seasick Steve’s in his speedos

Raising money for donkeys in distress

Carrots don’t grow themselves

Eddie Izzard’s in his finest dress

Transphobic tram drivers

Need diversity training

Council parkland skivers

Brew up each time it’s raining

Well I’m living like a hermit

And I’m walking like a crab

I’m parking with a permit

And yet my life is drab

If only I could prophesise

And see my own demise

I’d finally be happy

And hang out with the guys

Cheers guys

Here’s yer weather guys

Surprise surprise

Cloudy with rain again and again

If we only lived in Cali

With three provo escapees

Sean Rice, Mick Hayes and Bob O’Malley

I’d like to drive the west coast

From Frisco up to Seattle

On a souped up chicken chaser

And shout obscenities to cattle

The Foo Fighters are the new Chilli Peppers

Music for people who don’t like music

On the island of Spinalonga they banished all the lepers

Maybe all the longhaired whoppers with tatts could go there

Moan that they’ve had it tough and so depressed

Their latent sexuality so long suppressed

They slice their arms with fish knives

Carve 4 Real into their melons

Walk around Lidl in St Helens

Buying plastic Buddhas

For their frankly pitiful torture gardens   

No Torquemada’s they

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition

And no one expects a referee’s decision

Without referring first to VAR

Technology soon becomes obsolete

A million rusting satellites

Pointing skywards at Murdoch’s ghost

And people forget that it was Micky Most

Who produced those great Hot Chocolate tunes

Put Your Love In Me is one example

Way ahead of the game

I’ll put it in a sample

And make it sound real lame

Harry’s Game

Don’t Bring Harry

Hurry Up Harry

We’re going down the pub

It’s a link to our shared history

The Rover’s Return and sentimentality

For a golden era that never was

The lies we tell ourselves

Fundamental British Values

Tolerance and fair play

There is a green hill far away

Without a city wall

And when the scousers come to play

We’ll do our jungle call

Tap out that morse code with coins on metal railings

A G

A G R

A G R O

A G G R O

Then flee in terror when they take up our challenge

Harry The Dog

Bobby The Wolf

Mad Pat

And Winkle

F Troop and The Treatment

Grisly Glasgow tenements

The Tartan Army on the crossbars

A day of shame, a day of joy

Don’t be coy now I won’t carp

If you tell me I’m not your stereotype

Piss poor pen pals from St Petersburg

Who don’t like it being called Stalingrad

Or was that Volvograd and Leningrad

Glad to see the Evil Empire is now a gangsters paradise

Nice to beat you to beat you nice

Here, fancy a slice of the new World Order Pie

Here’s a football club, a newspaper and a meeting with the queen

Just sign on the dotted line here and here and here

We can wash your stolen trillions clean

Welcome to the first world

Democracy and hypocrisy

White man speaks with forked tongue

And the Black Foot still clung

To the Gods of the rivers

Give me my land back Indian givers

Buffalo could never get this low

Follow the money

Follow the herds

Swallow the honey

Pick up the turds

Spread that stuff across the fields

See what things from cowshit yields

The Incas knew cosmology but didn’t know of wheels

And the Aztecs never heard of King of Spain’s appeals

Oh this land is our land

But no hand can claim

For soil and the mountains

Blood red fountains

The Pope’s OK for cheese

The herald with crossed keys

The mystery of alchemy

Is no cure for disease

A plague on both your houses

No 33 and number 66

Take their first born for their sin

As for numbers 34 and 67

Pass over them for good people dwell within  

Whenever the Arkansas Chuckabuck won the wacky races

All the rednecks celebrated in Little Rock like it’s 1899

When Pavolv’s dog met Schrodinger’s cat

They had a scrap in two different places

And when Rod went solo from the Faces

All the mice lapped it up

And the northern tribe of the Sami

Drank reindeer milk infused with magic mushies

And the mystery of the Santa’s flying sledge was solved

And the earth and the heavens all revolve

On an invisible axis that rotates in every atom too

A-choo a-choo

Bless you father for you have sinned against mankind

Little boys all those little boys you mutilated

Oh what price is forgiveness and the world was blind

To those weak and evil men you initiated

Into the falsehood of the priesthood

Beyond good and evil and beyond Nietzsche and Freud

Every game’s a potential banana skin slip on the ice

You only live twice

And 007 was a secret code used by John Donne and his snitches

To uncover papist plots and to drown witches

Bubble bubble toil and trouble

All my little chickens dead?

Let them eat cake

Off with his head!

The Queen Of Hearts is a Jack of all trades

The wallpaper’s always the fucking same

When the police perform dawn raids

On ten bob gangsters in two up two downs

Dressed in Under Armour dressing gowns

Just give me no comment and maybe get a six

Smuggle in some gear for the little fella’s fix

Calvinist screws share the Lord’s good news

But the jihadi lads don’t wanna hear it

So they will be re-programmed in our democratic ways

It’s not like the Ludovico Technique

No the world’s never that bleak

The Islamists just need to act like good little muslims

Sing God Save The Queen and accept that the meek

Shall inherit fuck all

Call The Abortionist!

We can’t afford another mouth to feed

And therefore we here are all agreed

The Foundling Hospital shall be turned into luxury flats

It’s not a form of colonisation only progress

And a blatant lie’s as good as a book full of stats

As Huckleberry Finn knew

And when Huckleberry Hound was a postman

He was scared of the dog even though he’s a dog himself

They really should think these things through

Before putting pen to paper

See ya later Wally Gator

In a while Crocodile Shoes

Who knew Geordies could sing the blues

When Dorothy pulled back the curtain

On the Wizard of Oz

She just saw an old man pulling levers

Just like all the devout believers

In the magic realm of capitalist myths

Smoke and mirrors

Pin stripe suits and Keith Richard riffs

They can’t get no sat-is-faction

What a fatal attraction the bunny boiler was

And all because the lady didn’t like Milk Tray

I say I say I say

What do you call a stand up comedian with no legs?

There’s no punchline coming so don’t wait too long

We all look for a place to belong

And no one can sing the same song

That you’ve sung

If I only had an iron lung

I could deep sea dive with the whales

Separate the babies from the males

In case they accidentally kill em

Not out of spite they’re just clumsy beasts

Call me Ishmael or call me Al

Paul Simon’s a very small man with a massive ego

If you go to Tesco you buy him made of Lego

And Art Garfunkel’s a monkey’s uncle

You can tell by the hair on his back

If you really must smoke rock of crack

Please do so responsibly

When the fun stops, stop!

We formed a secret conclave

Re-enacted the siege of Peking

By the Mongol hordes

With playdough swords

And Genghis Khan had a plan

To conquer as far as Widnes

Let’s end this bit here

A Confluence : Mersey Estuary

From Goyt

And Tame

The water came

Growing stronger

With every tributary 

Marking pre-history

From the Peaks

To the Irish Sea

Ebb and flow tide

Fixing our memory

And separating the boundary

Of tribes and tongues

Migrant sons and daughters

Hard sinew, strong lungs

To this harsh territory

Factories and farms

Mines and mills

Dockyards, shipyards

Fool’s Gold distils

The River Mersey

Cuts through the soil

Cotton and steel

Tobacco and oil

Coal and sugar

Tate and Peel

Soil and water

Hull and keel

Slaves and serfs

Ropes and berths

Chain us to the past

Empire and colony

The flag on the mast

Sails up the estuary

This Is no place

For livestock

Though cows and sheep still graze

On the flat marshes

The birds flock

Through a chemical haze

And turbines rotate

Rocksavage spews

Clouds onto slate

The incinerator burns

Energy from waste

The poison returns

And leaves a nasty taste

And share prices equate

To respiratory diseases

And phlegmy wheezes

Holy temples

Power To The People

Eight Towers command

The lay of the land

Electric Gods

Lightning rods

Steam and soot

Cyanide underfoot

Mustard gas and phosgene

Mercury and chlorine

Weaver, Bridgewater

Top locks, Runcorn docks

Weston Point

Salt Union for industry

British Waterways

MSC

Bottom yard for the tugs 

Tow the line Salford bound

Navvies ghosts, nocturnal drugs

Fight to save that sacred sound

Of flute and fiddle

The songs of their clan

Sutton colliery

McKechnies

No job for a man

Into that tidal drain it ran

No fish, no snigs

No clippers, no brigs

A bridge for trains

With heraldic shields 

A bridge for cars

With rubberised wheels

A bridge for people

They hear no appeals

For land stolen

Lancastrian vowels

And time never heals

The indignant howls

Of separation

From homeland streets

Red brick plantations

Where three waters meet

Space age estates

Low cost rates

Key workers from across the water

Cast concrete and poor mortar

The Guinness boat floats

On its own barley foam

At Old Quay Bridge

Where feral boys roam

Wheelbarrows ready

To transport home

This vile effluent

Wigg Island

Spike Island

Stone Roses

Boiled bones

Granox gelatine

Leather from the tannery

Raw hides and seek

Smooth and sleek

Boots for the cavalry

All Wellington’s men

And the boys at Ypres

Never seen again 

Puritan voices

Methodist groans

Protestant ethics

Bankrupt loans  

Christ In The Storm

The ships lost at sea

Coal and gunpowder

For the Confederacy

Cotton shares and slavery

These noble men

These heroes of industry

Don’t tell us of their piety

The river has seen their type before

The tide will always run its course

From the sea back to its source

A Gateway To Prosperity

A puffed up regal ceremony

Work will never set you free

And there never was nobility

In backbreaking labour

Pains in the joints

The High Priest anoints

His flock of supplicants

That kneel before the altar

Fly their flags and pay their rents

The miner, the docker, the hooded salter

Each Sunday they sing their hymns

The sinner repents

For the sins of others

Fallen brothers, hidden lovers

The bees still pollinate the gorse

In quarried valleys

Silica blocks

Hewn from the bedrock

Down to the docks

For cathedral spires

Stone age fires

Shape the future

In lakes and locks

And gravity pulls

The moon tide towards

The rush of the ocean

Its own reward

We swam in the cut on summer days

It still rots the gut

That oily texture

Down on Ferry Hut

The chemical stench

Of that poisonous trench 

And surfing on the waves

At Gantry Wall

When two tugs pass

And the old men call

“Get out of there

It’s dangerous”

But it’s them and us

Young men have no fear

And tugmen cry into their beer

At the Royal on double time

The Rime of the ancient mariner

Time gentlemen please

Cough up that bile

Cure that disease

You will die before your time

And join that cancerous slime

You scraped from the silo

And with your bookie’s biro

You’ll cast your vote

X marks the spot

The pools and the tote

The nags and the dogs

Quick grab your coat

Swill it down your throat

The gaffer’s in his clogs

Salt fixes the soup

Animal, mineral, vegetable

And time is a loop

We’ve been here before

When the land was sea

And the weather was hot

And on that alien shore

We were born in stone

The earth is liquid at the core

And empires turn to dust 

No one needs these waters now

That triangular trade is bust

The river turns to silt

And old warehouses stand empty

As new flats and homes are built

With a picturesque view

The world is never new

The Mersey keeps up a rhythm

It will always find a way

Back to its beginning

And top soil turns to clay

This basin is older than time

The estuary has eyes

The river man is stoic and wise

He was a strong man in his prime

His wife is watching the horizon

His children have moved away

He sees a dull reflection

Where they used to shout and play

They came to keep on living

They came to earn a crust

And now the water’s empty

And bridges turn to rust 

Here at the estuary

The Welsh hills frame the sky

With primeval symmetry

The carvings in the cemetery

The soil is thin and dry

And schooners leave the port

With cargoes to be sold and bought

They disappear into the mist

Never to be seen again

Added to the wreckage list

From Goyt

And Tame

The water came

Growing stronger

With every tributary 

Marking pre-history

From the Peaks

To the Irish Sea

Ebb and flow tide

Fixing our memory

Stockport

Warrington

Widnes

Runcorn

Where it broadens

To the estuary

Shiny Happy People

Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do

Doddy with Diddy Pharrell

Happy – Pharrell Williams

Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possess
I thank the Lord that I’ve been blessed
With more than my share of happiness

Happiness – Ken Dodd

Pharrell Williams and Ken Dodd would’ve made a great duo. Infact Pharrell often wears a Diddyman hat and is rather diminutive so would have fitted in perfectly grafting down the jam butty mines of Dodd’s absurd imagination.

Happiness though? Who’s happy these days and what is happiness anyway? People have always strived for that elusive state of mind known as ‘happiness’ – the ancient Greeks, as usual, had a word for it’ ‘ataraxia’ or a state of extreme serenity or calmness which maybe isn’t the same thing, now I think about it. Drugs help. The Greeks knew this too. Herodotus describes the notoriously savage Scythians as being bad weed heads who would chong in their huts and come out in a state of laughing delirium. It was thought that the Greeks themselves used hallucinogens during their mystery rituals. The ancient Egyptians and Babylonians were thought to be bang at the gear too, using opiates, beer, cannabis, mushies, glue and anything else to get them off their tits.

But, that blissful moment, as we know, never lasts and once reality kicks in you can ‘self medicate’ all you like but life is never smooth. Money helps. Money can’t buy you happiness they reckon, but it sure can buy you numerous ways to distract yourself. Contemplation is never a good idea. That’s why all philosophers go west and cut their dicks off. Give me shallow sensuality over austere self-analysis any day. A nice, hot bath, a glass of single malt, a quick wank, all together maybe.

No cunt’s happy. Not really. They may crack on to be, but they’re not. Most people are on medication of some sort and those that aren’t turn to illegal means of blotting out the horrors of the real world. John Lennon once said that his mum told him that happiness was the key to life and when he was at school, he was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. ‘Happy’ he replied and was told he didn’t understand the assignment, so he told the teachers they didn’t understand life. He also wrote ‘happiness is a warm gun.’  No one likes a smart arse.

Talking of smart-arses, Kant said ‘happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination.’ Then he cut his dick off. Or was Nietzsche? One of them cranks anyway. You don’t have be a German intellectual to understand that the pursuit of happiness is just that; a pursuit, a journey, a direction not a place as Sydney J. Harris put it, whoever the fuck he was.

Trite quotes about happiness are big business these days. Ten bob motivational posters, fridge magnets, tea towels for the mindfulness generation who watch too much telly and read too few books. Puke inducing mottos such as ‘imagine with all your mind, believe with all your heart, succeed with all your might’ or ‘believe you can and you’re already half way there’ and ‘stay positive, work hard and make it happen. ‘

Lies! This type of corporate bullshit feeds into the capitalist myth that all you require for ‘success’ is personal ambition and dedication. As Roy Castle used to sing ‘dedication’s all you need.’ Then he died of lung cancer. Poor Roy, Dedication wasn’t all he needed, He also needed to jib the bifters too.    

I once had a boss who was into all these management books, He had one called ‘How To Be An Even Better Boss’ completely unaware of the fact that he was a truly shite boss. David Brent was maybe based on this cat. 

We live in a culture that likes to celebrate ‘winners’ and castigate ‘losers’ but ofcourse all this is entirely subjective. The kind of people who send their kids to private school because ‘they want the best for them’ as if anyone sending their kids to state schools somehow doesn’t want the best for their kids. The type of people who vilify the poor as feckless and irresponsible parents yet at the first opportunity send their kids away to prep school and boarding school, and employ nannies to do all the shitty graft. But, this is ‘character building’ for the wealthy and mostly dim witted offspring of the aristocracy and merchant class.

Don’t worry, be happy! That’s how the Bobby McFerrin song went. Public Enemy put him right in Don’t Believe The Hype ; “Don’t worry be happy was a number one jam, damn if I say it, you can slap me right here.” Fuck black poverty, injustice, police brutality, shit housing, education and unemployment. Don’t worry, be happy!  

OK, so happiness is fleeting but it’s no coincidence that the poorest people in every society are the ones most prone to mental illness and suicide. A report by The Samaritans noted “Men in the lowest social class, living in the most deprived areas, are up to 10 times more at risk of suicide then those in the highest social class living in the most affluent areas. Unemployed people are two to three times more likely to die by suicide than those with a job.”

As with most things in life, we can point the finger of blame squarely at The Tories. Tory prime minister Disraeli once described his party as ‘an organised hypocrisy.’ Back in 2006, another Tory prime minister, David Cameron told reporters “there is more to life than making money….improving people’s happiness is a key challenge for politicians.” Thanks to Thatcher’s de-regulation Cameron’s family made millions from selling off their stockbroking business and became central to the Panama Papers that disclosed how the wealthy avoided paying their taxes but hey – money don’t buy you happiness folks! How unhappy these multi-millionaire maggots are lounging around Caribbean beaches on stolen money.

Shiny, Happy People.  

From Goyt & Tame

From Goyt

And Tame

It came

Marking pre-history

From the Pennines

To the Irish Sea

Ebb and flow tide

Fixing our memory

And separating the boundary

Of tribes and tongues

Migrant sons and daughters

Hard sinew, strong lungs

To this harsh territory

Factories and farms

Mines and mills

Dockyards, shipyards

Fool’s Gold distils

The River Mersey

Cuts through the soil

Cotton and steel

Tobacco and oil

Coal and sugar

Tate and Peel

Soil and water

Hull and keel

Slaves and serfs

Ropes and berths

Chain us to the past

Empire and colony

The flag on the mast

Sails up the estuary

This Is no place

For livestock

Though cows still graze

On the flat marshes

The birds flock

Through a chemical haze

And turbines rotate

Rocksavage spews

Clouds onto slate

The incinerator burns

Energy from waste

The poison returns

And leaves a nasty taste

And share prices equate

To respiratory diseases

And phlegmy wheezes

Holy temples

Power To The People

Eight Towers command

The lay of the land

Electric Gods

Lightening rods

Steam and soot

Cyanide underfoot

Mustard gas and phosgene

Mercury and chlorine

Weaver, Bridgewater

Top locks, Runcorn docks

Weston Point

Salt Union for industry

British Waterways

MSC

Bottom yard for the tugs  

Tow the line Salford bound

Navvies ghosts high on drugs

Fight to save that sacred sound

Of flute and fiddle

The songs of their clan

Sutton colliery

McKechnies

No job for a man

Into that tidal drain it ran

No fish, no snigs

No clippers, no brigs

A bridge for trains

With heraldic shields 

A bridge for cars

With rubberised wheels

A bridge for people

They hear no appeals

For land stolen

Lancastrian vowels

And time never heals

The indignant howls

Of separation

From homeland streets

Red brick plantation

Where three waters meet

Space age estates

Low cost rates

Key workers from across the water

Cast concrete and poor mortar

The Guinness boat floats

On its own barley foam

At Old Quay Bridge

Where feral boys roam

Wheelbarrows ready

To transport home

Wigg Island

Spike Island

Stone Roses

Boiled bones

Leather from the tannery

Puritan voices

Methodist groans

Christ In The Storm

Bankrupt loans

The Gateway To Prosperity

A puffed up regal ceremony

We swam in the cut on summer days

It still rots the gut

That oily texture

Down on Ferry Hut

The chemical stench

Of that poisonous trench  

And surfing on the waves

At Gantry Wall

When two tugs pass

And the old men call

“Get out of there

It’s dangerous”

Bu it’s them and us

Young men have no fear

And tugmen cry into their beer

At the Royal on double time

The Rime of the ancient mariner

Time gentlemen please

Cough up that bile

Cure that disease

You will die before your time

And join that orange slime

You scraped from the silo

And with your bookie’s biro

You’ll cast your vote

X marks the spot

The pools and the tote

The nags and the dogs

Quick grab your coat

Swill it down your throat

The gaffer’s in his clogs

Salt fixes the soup

Animal, mineral, vegetable

And time is a loop

We’ve been here before

When the land was sea

And the weather was hot

And on that alien shore

We were born in stone

The earth is liquid at the core

And we tread upon the crust

No one needs these waters now

The river turns to silt

And old warehouses stand empty

As new flats and homes are built

With a picturesque view

The world is never new

And the river keeps up a rhythm

It will always find a way

Back to its beginning

And top soil turns to clay

This basin is older than time

The estuary has eyes

The river man is wise

He was a strong man in his prime

His wife is watching the horizon

His children have moved away

He sees a dull reflection

Where they used to shout and play

They came to keep on living

They came to earn a crust

And now the water’s empty

And bridges turn to rust  

Salt Union

Salt Union is a collaboration between writer, Phil Thornton and musician, Neil Bailey, who both live in Runcorn, Cheshire, where salt has been used in industrial processes for centuries.  Sediment is an experimental work fusing fragments of Phil’s spoken word prose and poetry with Neil’s soundscapes and textures. Samples, manipulated found sounds, voices and instruments also feature within the piece.

The spoken word element explores how personal memory interacts with the natural, man-made and physical and metaphysical spheres based around the industrial history of their hometown. The soundscape uses natural and electronic sounds to accompany the narrative. 

This is a demo of  the ‘Sediment’ theme which forms the first collaboration.

Sediment IX

An atom inside each universe  

Each universe an atom

We live on the crust

The earth beneath our feet

Is spinning and the universe

Is spinning on its own axis

Electrons and quarks

Invisible sparks

Oh there is a light that never goes out

And I can see it from my bedroom window

At Stanlow Oil Refinery in Ellesmere Port

That flaming chimney

This ancient alchemy

Refining the sun and the salt

Holy electricity

Blessed mercury

The endless process can never stop

Rocksavage clouds transform

Base metal into gold

Phosgene, chlorine

Mustard Gas for the trenches

My own blood died there

John Nolan

James Nolan

Just kids

Brothers from a foreign tongue

Their little names

Carved with precision into that lying cross

Oh the sins of mankind

Can never be forgiven

By the Gods of the deserts

And the Gods of the mountains

And the Gods of the rivers

And the Gods of the sun

And the Gods of the forests

And the Gods of the Seas

And the Gods of the Skies

The lies they tell, those heathen lies

For King and Country

For Queen and democracy

And all those dead sons are dead for ever

It’s all coincidence

Egg and seed

We bleed on the fields

To nourish the soil

And pay for that devil’s oil

That lubricates the wheels

Of industry

And the shareholders

Demand a dividend

So that no man can be called evil

In abstract symbols

Upon a spreadsheet

Lights flashing on a screen

Unseen

Unseen

Unclean

Unclean

We waded into the cut

From the beach

At ferry Hut

The texture of oil

The stench of death

As we swam to Gantry Wall

And surfed on the backwash

Of two tugs in procession

The black Mersey mud

Transformed boys into demons

Walk across the flats

To West Bank

Lancashire treacle

Spike Island

Wigg island

Islands in the sun

Randles Works

Hush Hush making Hun Stuff

Arsenic inheritance

Bury it under that wasteland

Where families picnic

Infront of the Eight Towers

Old fuels from ancient floors

We will see it no more

Holding sway over this

Disgusting decay

Play now, my children!

Dance upon that rotten tip

The second summer of love

Strip this history bare

But wear rubber raving gloves

You might infect your fingers

And that acid egg stink lingers

From the ghosts of chemical saviours

Men of Industry

Pious and proud

Their names still celebrated

Blue Plaques for slavers

Cotton brokers

Futures markets

The Day Old Dixie Died

These bearded priests are sanctified

Aldermen and masons

Who knew nothing of the craft

Keystones and the kula dravya

The adoration of the Magi

We bring gifts

Of coal, salt and leather

Mimosa and sumac

To tan the raw skins

Of a million sacrificial beasts

And the machine shits out

Its excrements into that drain

High water, heavy rain

It runs into the back yards

Of the worker ants that feed it

Moloch demands the blood

Of sons and daughters

As a sacrament

Repent!

Repent!

Transgress and destroy

Those temples and altars

Constructed to control

The cogs of this insatiable machine

And when it boils down

To its purest essence

None of it matters

Return now to the thing that made you

And the things that you made

Will join you in grey matter

And we will sing those songs again

When weightless things are weighed

Hy-Brasil

High Tide and low expectations

He walked out from his cottage

It was November and raining softly

The wind was fuck cold against his face

In the distance he saw the wreck of

The Basking whaler

And the ruins of the rendering plant 

Whispering through the drizzle

Now he was an old man

Older at least than his father

When he succumbed to the soil  

Older than the ocean

That beat against his heart

The stench still lingered on the beach

The sweet smell of death

Of sharks and farmers

Why did they stay?

Stay on this cracked island?

A place of ghosts

He waded out to his waist

A man watched him from the shore

The sea was calm and, on the horizon

An island came into view

He’d seen it once before

When he was just a child

The old ones told tales of this place

Superstitious fools

Chained to the church and folklore

His father was never one of them

He could still speak the tongue

Of his father’s fathers

And worked the land

Cut the peat and placed

It on that ancient hearth

He had now inherited

Oh! what a prize

Only son

Only living heir

He had to return home

From Camden Town 

From the lie of London

And his half life

Of cruising the clubs

As the freezing waves

Washed over his thin frame

He remembered his own faith

Ah, there was a boy once

Up in Belmullet

The day they spent on Glosh beach

And walking to Doohoma Head

Hidden from sin

But that was a universe ago

A few years back

Filled with weed and self-pity

He’d searched his name on Facebook

Saw him sat happily with his wife

And three smiling kids

We all have to live our own miseries  

Good luck to him

Crawl up Croagh Patrick

On yer bleeding knees

The man shouted out to him

A language he didn’t understand

And yet resonated deep

Somewhere inside his blood

He began to swim

The island seemed so near

Shimmering like a sunlit atoll

They called it ‘Hy-Brasil’

And just as he reached it

It disappeared 

He returned to the shore

The man had disappeared too

The rain had stopped

And the sun briefly came out

A rainbow appeared above the hills

He shuddered as he finally

Got back to his home

He put on his dressing gown

And placed another square

Of peat on the fire

Poured himself a glass of malt

Lit a joint

He heard a voice in the flames

“Seo e ar mbaile mo mhac”