Welcome to my wee photoblog on Glasgow, where we feature the joys and unjoys of walking and cycling through a fascinating, beautiful and often badly run city. For the blog's origin and an alphabetical list of posts see the 'Introduction' post -
Today is 17 November, Day 28 of the Tommy and Gail Sheridan Trial. For our two previous visits to the High Court, see
http://glasgowalbum.blogspot.com/2010/10/swingergate-day-2-tommy-and-gail.html
http://glasgowalbum.blogspot.com/2010/10/swingergate-part-2-hows-he-no-gettin.html
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| Heading down our usual Bridgegate route to the High Court: no Anwar crosses our path today. |
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| Clock is lit up - winter is here for sure. |
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The trial is getting more bizarre by the day; recent highlights include Bob Bird, the Scottish editor of the News of the World describing how he stripped to his underwear to watch a secretly recorded video of Tommy Sheridan. From the Scotsman -
'A "cloak and dagger" meeting was arranged and Mr Bird met a man who turned out to be Tommy Sheridan's best man George McNeilage at an address in Pollok, Glasgow, where he was asked to remove his clothes. The court previously heard that Mr McNeilage was worried that Mr Bird would be "wired". Mr Bird told the High Court in Glasgow: "He said 'I'm Tommy's best man', at which point my blood ran cold as I thought Tommy Sheridan was going to burst into the room with a video camera." Mr McNeilage then showed him a videotape and asked for £250,000 for it, the court heard. Mr Bird said he considered the tape of interest.'
See And today will see revelations about how the NOW's psychic agony aunt (now former resident psychic, she didn't see that coming) got in touch with Sherry to warn him the paper was after him - http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/2010/11/18/tommy-sheridan-perjury-trial-psychic-agony-aunt-tipped-former-msp-off-about-newspaper-s-24-7-surveillance-court-hears-86908-22722625/
Said Mr Bird: 'As a psychic agony aunt, she did make a lot of predictions that did not come to be true'. Wonderful. |
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| The revolving door of Scottish justice |
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Wee gusts of wind were blowing leaves about in pretty spirals, some of them higher than me - I was reminded of the Robert Heinlein short story 'Our Fair City' in which a hack writer uses a sentient mini-whirlwind to overturn a city council run by corrupt, gangster-connected politicians. So no possible parallels with Glasgow, then.
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| The alley between the new and (on right) old High Courts; Glasgow Green in the distance, where those guilty of capital offences were hanged |
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| Pretty cold this morning, and salt has been spread about the entrance; a wee pile has been left on one of the stone balls |
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| Here they come |
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| Some sort of exchange happens between the figure passing on the right and Sherry. . . |
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| . . . a friendly one obviously. The figure seems to be hovering just above the ground. Perhaps it's Clarence the Angel from It's a Wonderful Life, though Sherry's favourite Jimmy Stewart movie is probably Mr Smith Goes to Washington |
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| Goodness what a terrible picture; apologies all round |
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| The media go off for coffee; the large pinch of salt remains |
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| Heading back along the Bridgegate; cheap clothes the Paddy's Market end, modern galleries at the further Merchant City end, where they probably describe this environment as 'edgy' |
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| A message in stone; an old Debenham's ad |
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| Legs 'n' Co - described itself as a 'Gentleman's Club'. . . |
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. . . and has moved to (or become) Forbidden, which defines itself in less gentlemanly terms as a lapdancing club. From their website: 'Glasgow's stunning new lapdancing club has arrived.. . . Offering two floors of Forbidden pleasure. We are located just behind the St.Enoch centre in Glasgow city centre. Our stunning girls from all over the world are ready and waiting to perform for your pleasure. So for a fun night out with mates or with clients, there's something for everyone at Forbidden in Glasgow. Be sure to come and see us soon!' Well, we can be fairly sure Anwar won't be along with his client any day soon. A bid to allow Scottish councils power to ban lapdancing clubs was rejected by the Scottish parliament in July 2010. The bill had been proposed by Sandra White, the SNP MSP who was previously notable for complaining that there was too much cricket on Scottish television - see I think she was right about the case for extending council control: but the case is not helped by the perception that the bill was not so much about protecting women, as an expression of that old Scottish puritanical fear that, as Mencken put it, someone somewhere may be enjoying themselves (such as cricket lovers or sleazy men). |
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| For the 'hotel' along here see previous post |
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Back home. This is my copy of Edward Aveling's The Student's Darwin (1881), an introduction to Darwin's Theory of Evolution. This copy originally belonged to a now-forgotten critic called Neville Lynn, who has somewhat eccentrically inscribed his ownership on the title page. While writing the book, Aveling had written to Darwin requesting permission to dedicate the work to him, an honour Darwin declined. In 1895, Aveling - who was then living with Eleanor, Marx's daughter - filed the Darwin letter among Marx's correspondence. It was later erroneously assumed for many years that Darwin had written to Marx, and that Marx had offered to dedicate Das Kapital to him. (See Wheen's 1999 biography of Marx or just google.)
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| In December 1893, Aveling wrote to Lynn asking him for help in publishing some of his plays (written under the name of 'Alec Nelson'. Lynn has pasted the letter into the book (the envelope is also here). |
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| Sex and socialists and the News of the World go a long way back. Aveling died in 1898, and Lynn then pasted onto the end board of the book a couple of obituaries, one short and quite dismissive from The Referee, and a rather kinder one from the News of the World, which, with fine Victorian delicacy, describes Eleanor as 'Miss Eleanor Marx, a daughter of Karl Marx, the author and politician, a lady with whom Dr. Aveling associated himself for years'. As the NOW records, Eleanor had committed suicide just a few months previously. Just about everyone admired (even adored) Eleanor, who was one of those rare individuals who (as Kingsley Amis puts it) redeem the rest of us. Aveling was not much admired, far less adored, and had secretly married another woman while living with Eleanor, who killed herself in March 1898 after discovering the betrayal; the News of the World was pretty much alone in being nice about Aveling. |
