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Bletchley Park Archive

According to the BBC Bletchley Park has decided to publish the entire paper archives of top secret wartime document decoded at the famous World War II era code breaking station. Hewlett-Packard have donated scanners to the museum to allow volunteers to scan the thousands of paper sheets stored in their archives and place them on the web.

I was quite surprised to learn that Bletchly Park was now a museum as I had assumed it returned to civilian ownership after the war. I’ll have to add it to my list of places I’d like to visit one day.

Ghosts of the Abyss

Today marks the 98th anniversary of the sinking of the RMS Titanic. I was about to write a long post detailing the sinking, but I suffered a flash of déjà vu and realised that I had already written a long post about it this time last year. As I’ve no wish to rehash the story in any way I’ll simply suggest that you all get your hands on a copy of Robert Ballard’s Titanic. Dr. Ballard’s book is packed with amazing photography as well as an excellent analysis of the wreck, her history and her ultimate fate.While you’re at it you could do worse than get a copy of his books on the wrecks of RMS Lusitania and the German battleship Bismark.

I also suggest that you take a look at Ghosts of the Abyss a film made by James Cameron, who has a real passion for the subject, that charts an expedition to the wreck, that he part funded, with the intention of recording it for posterity before time and sea scavengers erase her remains from history.

Tartan Day

Today is the anniversary of an important event in Scotland’s history. It’s 690 years since the Declaration of Arbroath was submitted to Pope John the XXII as a universal declaration of Scotland’s national sovereignty and independence from the feudal overlordship of the King of England. The stirring nationalist rhetoric and the sentiment it invokes have even been claimed as an inspiration for the American Declaration of Independence.

You’ve also no doubt noticed, if you’re in Scotland at least, that this solemn occasion has passed without a single solitary event to mark it. Meanwhile however in Canada and the United States hundreds of thousands of members of the Scottish Diaspora are holding parades, parties and official functions to celebrate their Scottish ancestry and cultural heritage. Visit Scotland, the tourist organ of the Scottish Government, has shamelessly tried to hijack these distinctly American events by using them for free advertising, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth. The image many Americans, and even Canadians, have of Scotland are often far removed from reality.

Not that they have much choice in the matter. Those without direct Scottish relatives can only go by the way Scotland is often portrayed in the media. The image of a kilted, red haired and often drunken Scotsman is a universal stereotype known, and dare I say loved, across the world but it’s not really Scotland is it? It’s not the Scotland that I see in the street when I’m going about, it’s not the Scotland I read about in the news and it’s not the Scotland that I’ve read about in history. These people have so much enthusiasm, and so much pride in their Scottish ancestry.

It makes me embarrassed to be a Scot when I see them on the news holding parades with pipe bands in honour of their heritage. I start to wonder, as I watch, why is it that they can look on a culture such as ours, which many of them are ten or twenty generations removed from, with more pride than your average Scot? Where are the parades down Princes Street,the banners in George Square or the twenty-one gun salute from Edinburgh Castle’s battlements?

There’s nothing, not a single event to mark the Declaration’s place in our history.  I find myself confounded by the people of  Scotland. People who would rather turn out every year to parade in the memory of a Dutchman who, leading an army made up predominantly of Irish Protestants, Dutchmen, Huguenots and Englishmen, managed to kick a catholic Frenchman with his army of Irish Catholics and Frenchmen out of Ireland.

So fuck tartan day, and fuck your shortbread eating, whisky drinking, haggis herding, kilt wearing, tight-fisted, red haired, drunken, foul mouthed, aggressive, see-you-jimmy-hat wearing, sheep shagging and all those other stereotypical good for nothing ideas you’ve all got stuck in your head. I say unto thee. Get on a plane, come over here and show the miserable residents of this miserable little country, and especially the talking shop in Edinburgh, what it means to be proud of your history, your folk and your country.

Papering The Cracks

I see that the Polish police have already managed to recover the “Arbeit Macht Frei” sign stolen from Auschwitz last week. According to reports in the news the infamous sign has been cut into three pieces, most probably to make it easier to smuggle out of Poland, and five people have been arrested. Much as I predicted, before I went off on a rant about the ills of society, the sign was not taken by neo-Nazis or holocaust deniers. Instead it looks most likely that the sign was stolen to order, but who on earth would want the sign in the first place? I can hardly see some nouveau-rich fool standing proudly with the sign hanging over his mantelpiece on Christmas morning can you?

Tom Weir

Lately I’ve had an idea about a TV show, but this time it’s not one of my usual ideas where I bang on about screen writing, character and plot development. It’s actually an idea that I had a while ago when I was working late night in a call centre, but it’s been rattling around on my mental backburner since then.

The root of the idea came while I was watching reruns o f Weir’s Way late at night on STV. It really captures the landscape of Scotland and the Scottish people in the early seventies when it was filmed. It also is highly educational, and it’s readily apparent the affection, and knowledge that Tom has for his subjects. I think I learned as much about the history of Scotland from watching Weir’s Way as I did doing my degree.

I think it would be a good idea to follow in Tom’s footsteps, and see the places that he saw and tell stories like he told. A simple and straightforward show where one man and a bobble hat tell the story of Scotland and its people.

I know that Neil Oliver has already done a very successful series that covers similar ground, but for all of his enthusiasm I think he lacks some of the pathos that Tom injected into every show. Not that I could do any better, I’d probably do worse in fact, but it’s an idea.

More than anything else though I think that we need more television series devoted to the history and people of Scotland. Maybe, just maybe, recent generations might rediscover some pride in their nation that goes beyond the twee Braveheart bullshit that we trot out for the American tourists.

East Indyanaman

El Kat, who is well versed in my love of management type computer games, history and anything with pirates in it, bought me a copy of the game East India Company. At first glance it looks to be similar to Empire: Total War both in general appearance and the historic period that serves as the backdrop to the game. These similarities are only skin deep however. Empire: Total War is an empire building game where the creation of a powerful, functional world empire serves mainly to feed the war machine for the real-time strategy battles that make up the meat of the game.

East India Company on the other hand is more of a mercantile simulator. The player is cast in the role of the Governor Director of an East India Company belonging to one of the major powers of eighteenth century Europe.  The year is 1600 which coincides with the foundation of the English East India Company in the real world.

The East India Companies were a powerful force in the early modern historical period, and none more so that the English one. It was basically a law unto itself in India and China. It raised armies, minted coins and conducted itself more or less like a separate and very powerful nation on the Indian subcontinent. The goal of the game is for the player’s company to reach such dizzying heights between the years 1600 and 1750. The player is free to use whatever means they deem appropriate to deal with the competition from the other seven European companies. They can declare war and take their ships, ports and goods by force, form alliances or even force their enemies into bankruptcy through shady business practices and monopolies on goods. Ports can be conquered to block their use to enemies, and shipping lanes can be blockaded to harass the enemy and provide a steam of illicit income from stolen goods.

Things have been going slow so far, but it’s only 1610 so far, and I’m up to my eyes in debt because I didn’t read the manual before I charged right in. Still it looks like a involving and interesting game.

F**k You Baldrick

Once again I find myself sitting here with an incredulous look on my face and shaking my head in disdainful wonder at the so called “Great British Public”.

The BBC news has an article today that details a list of fifty unsung British heroes that the National Lottery has assembled as part of its 15th anniversary celebrations. You can see the full list here, but I’ll try to limit myself to a short rant on the contents of the top ten:

1: Michael Faraday, physicist

2: JM Barrie, author

3: Edward Jenner, smallpox vaccine pioneer

4: John Peel, broadcaster

5: Alan Turing, mathematician

6: Baldrick, Blackadder character

7: Midge Ure, singer

8: Percy Shaw, cat’s eyes inventor

9: Tim Berners-Lee, worldwide web inventor

10: Fred Scott, BBC cameraman

Admittedly some of the people in the top ten are underappreciated for their contributions to science, arts and society in general. Others though I would say are very well known, and some, well some shouldn’t even be on a list of people who are supposedly “heroes”.

Apologies to people of a nervous disposition, but I have to get something out of my system before I continue.

BALDRICK is a fictional character you FUCKING CRETINS!

Sorry about that.

The rest of the list is a strange mixture. As I’ve said I agree that many of the people mentioned on the list are deeply underappreciated by the public. The news was recently filled with the demand that the British Government apologise for basically hounding Alan Turing to suicide after the Second World War. His contribution to the fledgling art of computing and cryptanalysis during the war cannot be overstated and I believe he rightly belongs near the top of the list.

Midge Ure however is a world famous musician and responsible for a good chunk of the organisation of Band Aid, and the Band Aid Trust charity. I don’t see why was he chosen over the heads of other worthies such as Sting, Fish or even, dare I say it, Bob Geldof who was the more visible partner in Band Aid. I suppose at least Midge managed to do more than spend his life riding along on a one hit wonder band and thumping tables at charity gigs.

Another odd entry is Fred Scott the BBC cameraman at number ten. He’s the award winning cameraman who was filming when John Simpson and his Iraqi translator Kamaran Abdurrazaq Muhamed were caught in a friendly fire incident during the Iraq war. Kamaran was unfortunately killed when a US warplane bombed the convoy of Kurdish vehicles they were travelling in. Simpson was left deaf in one ear as a result. It was an important moment in the media coverage of warfare. I wouldn’t go as far as to rank Fred as high as 10 on this list, but I wouldn’t do him the dishonour of ranking him lower than FUCKING BALDRICK.

The more I read this list the more I begin to wonder if the people who voted for it were even aware of whom many of these people were. To me it reads like a list of people that young, trendy eighteen to twenty-four year olds have vaguely heard about from various sources and they picked them out of the hat. The inclusion of people like Stephen Merchant who co-wrote The Office seems like it was thrown in by some insane fan and the inclusion of the FICTIONAL CHARACTER of Jeeves the butler from the Jeeves and Wooster short stories strains credibility. Why not replace Jeeves with P.G Wodehouse himself? He’s not exactly well known now as he was when he started publishing stories.

I’m going to lie down in a dark room before I decide to go all Dr. Evil and try to put end to this farce we call society once and for all.

Remembrance Musings

I’ve written in the past that every year seeing all the poppies going around in early November always makes me thing of my Gran and her tireless annual collection on behalf of the Earl Haig Fund (Now the Poppy Scotland Fund). It also makes me think of the Big Country song Remembrance Day which seems to capture the mood of the day better than anything else I’ve heard.

In your fine green ware
I will walk with you tonight
In your raven hair
I will find a Summer night

Upon far flung soil
I will run you through my head
In my daily toil
All the promises are said

I know the weary can rise again
I know it all from the words you send

I will go, I will go
I will leave the firelight
I will go, I will go
For it’s now the time is right

I will sing a young man’s song
That you would sing
On Remembrance Day
I will be the sacrifice
And bells will ring
On Remembrance Day

I must leave this land
And the hunger that is here
But the place I stand
Is the one I love so dear

Like a flower in some forest
That the world will never see
I will stand so proud
For I know what we can be

I know the weary can rise again
I know it all from the words you send

I will go, I will go
I will leave the firelight
I will go, I will go
For it’s now the time is right

I will sing a young man’s song
That you would sing
On Remembrance Day
I will be the sacrifice
And bells will ring
On Remembrance Day

This day I will remember you
This way, I will always return

And I will sing a young man’s song….

A Palatial Exploration

El Kat and I decided to escape the dust, grime and endless streams of Loyal Orange Lodge flute bands for the tranquil surroundings of the royal burgh of Linlithgow. Now those of you who know a bit about West Lothian probably think that’s a counter productive step as they seem to be just about as crazy on the whole Catholic/Protestant marching as any bit of Glasgow. It’s a matter of scale though. Linlithgow only has a couple of orange lodges and one march. Glasgow has 138 lodges and about 8,000 marchers who invade the centre of town every weekend leading up to the 12th of July.

I digress however, so I shall return to talking about Linlithgow.

Most of you probably recognise it as a town that lies on the Glasgow to Edinburgh line but it has a far richer and more important history than you might realise, and central to the history of the burgh is Linlithgow Palace. The Palace is a hugely impressive royal residence built over the course of two centuries by the Kings James I, James III, James IV and James V of the Stewart Dynasty. It’s perhaps most famously associated with Mary Queen of Scots who was born there in 1542

The palace as it stands today was built on the site of an older timber fortress destroyed, along with much of the town, by a fire in 1452 on the orders of James I. It was continued expanded and improved by his grandson James III and his heirs into a vast four sided palace designed to show the wealth and power of the Stewart Kings.

The palace remained in use for several centuries, but was eventually heavily damaged in September 1745 by fire a fire started by government troops bivouacked there during the Jacobite rebellion.

The Palace is now owned and cared for by Historic Scotland who provide guided tours and maintain the fabric of the structure. That said the stone work is in fabulously good condition for having been almost burned to the ground at least twice. They really don’t build them like this anymore.

Anyhow here are a few pictures:

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The Great Hall

The Great Hall

It might not look like it, but the gaps under the hood of the fireplace in the hall are tall enough that even my six foot odd frame can stand underneath without stooping. That’s one huge fire!

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The Courtyard Fountain

The Courtyard Fountain

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Maybe this time I’ll get a flicker account and put the rest up on there… In the meantime I highly recommend that you all pay a visit to this impressive piece of Scottish History.

Calendar Connundrums Ya Bass!

On my desk at THE WORK I’ve got one of those tear off calendars that’s much beloved by Hollywood movies who want to show the passage of time. It’s one of those low cost things that contracts give out at New Year to remind you to think about them when organising work. The thing itself is a self standing triangular thing made of cardboard coated with PVC and emblazoned with the contractor’s logo and contact details. It’s fairly generic as corporate souvenirs go, but it saves me buying my own calendar. Each day is printed on a separate sheet of paper and you tear off the days as they go by. The only thing that piques my interest for this particular bit of otherwise generic tat is the fact that every day has an “on this day in history” factual snippet, and a Chinese fortune cookie-esque platitude. I’d post a picture up, but I don’t have one to hand at the moment and I don’t want to give them any free advertising.

You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all of this. Well this morning, like any other morning, I arrived at work and booted up my soviet era laptop, and while I waited for it to wake up I reached over and tore off yesterday’s sheet to see what words of wisdom the calendar might regale me with this time. I was shocked and amazed to find out that:

1497 – Englishman John Cabot discovers and claims Newfoundland for King Henry VII.

Now before I explain my shock and amazement I’d like to point out a few important factual inaccuracies in the calendar’s factoid.  Firstly John Cabot was an Italian, not an Englishman. He was like so many Italian merchants and explorers of the late middle ages, sought foreign sponsorship for voyages of discovery. In this case his trip was sponsored by Henry VII of England to discover and chart a northern passage to the East Indies. He failed spectacularly of course, but he did manage to stumble across Newfoundland and possibly Canada which were subsequently claimed and colonised by England so it didn’t turn out as bad as it could have for poor old Cabot.

Secondly, and more importantly, we don’t know where the hell he actually discovered, and it’s unlikely that Cabot did either. In fact he was such an outstanding navigator and admiral that after his discovery he returned to England, fitted out another expedition with five ships and sailed off never to be seen again.

So anyway, I was shocked and amazed, and you’re probably wondering why. Well it’s a well known fact that I like my dad, granddad etc, am a Nationalist. You may have picked up the odd hint here and there across my posts. It’s through my deep interest in Scotland, and most importantly its history, that I’m well aware of the historical importance of the 24th of June in our nation’s history.

To those of you reaching for the history books or typing 24th of June into Wikipedia right now I’ll save you the bother and tell you that on the 24th of June 1314 a small Scottish army under Robert the Bruce defeated a large and far better equipped English army at the Battle of Bannockburn. An event that would secure Scottish independence for nearly three centuries and that would echo down through history even to this day in the words of Bruce’s Scots Wha Hae and the Corrie’s Flower of Scotland.

Now admittedly a lot of stuff has happened on the 24th of June throughout history, including the start of the Battle of the Somme. The arrival of a Italian explorer in Newfoundland hardly seems particularly important in comparison. Especially since the Native Americans and even the Norse had beaten him there by nearly a millennia.

I don’t know how much the contractor will sympathise with me though. All they really want to do is lay asphalt on the roads…