Monthly Archives: December 2021

I’ve just finished reading Paupers and Pig Killers, Jack Ayres’ edition of William Holland’s diary. William Holland was a parson in Somerset around the turn of the nineteenth century and kept a diary for the first few years of the … Continue reading →

In Melbourne, at the corner of Dandenong Road and Hotham Street, lies St Kilda Cemetery. I’ve driven past it hundreds of times, and never stopped to look, but today I did. J was doing something else, so I hopped on … Continue reading →

The short answer is, of course they did, but if you were to go on the evidence of paintings alone you might be forgiven for thinking that Victorian women did not have pubic hair. This clearly was not the case. … Continue reading →

I was on a beach a few days ago, birdwatching, when I noticed a small corroded metal disk stuck in a crack. “Wow, a coin!” I thought, and did what anyone else would and picked it up. Well the face … Continue reading →