Beestonia Catch-ups: Frame Smashers; Smashing Frames (as in glasses, see what I did there?); A Salute to Beestonian Youth.

A few updates to catch up on:

Ned Ludd’s Birthday: Its today! March 11th, 1811 was the first time Ned Ludd made his appearance in the archives, as attacks on knitting frames gathered momentum and coalesced into a movement. Happy Birthday, Ned

The Flamboyant, Transvestite and All-Round Smashing Bloke, Ned Ludd.

I read quite a bit about Luddism after that, and the effect it had on insurrectionist movements in the county. Its a fantastically funny, rather inspiring story of Nottingham’s anarchistic spirit that still thrives.

Most amusing? Heres just a few I managed to dredge from the wonderful local archive at Beeston library:

  1. 11th May, 1812: Spencer Percevel is assassinated in London, the only Prime Minister to suffer this fate. While the country mourns, the Riot Act is read in Nottingham as celebrations on Long Row get out of hand
  2. June 1812: The theatre season is in full swing. Tradition dictates that patrons doff their caps/ hats to the King at the end of the performance. When the majority of the audience refuse to do so, royalists in the audience are ired and start whacking hats off heads with their canes. A riot ensued, spills into the street, the riot act is read, he theatre closed for the season. Something similar happened when I once went to the Theatre Royal pantomine and TV’s Ted Bovis announced Rod Hull and Emu were not able to go on stage due to snow, but I wont bore you with that tale now
  3. September 11th, 1813: Bread Riots in Nottingham: a dip in the price of flour was recorded, but not passed on through baker’s bread prices. This rightfully angered Nottingham’s women, and they reacted by storming a baker who was forced to lock himself into a cupboard till he promised to lower prices accordingly. Emboldened, the women marched from baker to baker, claiming that they had been sent by ‘Lady Ludd’. The Riot Act, now presumably thoroughly dogeared and faded, is read.

This is only a small sample, and our notoriety spread so much we gained a reputation which I would argue still remains. I’ve travelled a fair bit, and when you tell people in other cities and towns where you’re from, they always react similarly: with a look of both awe and pity, then mention something about guns, alcohol or a mixture of the two. This is from the Nottingham Journal, March 1835:

Travel 20 or 30 miles from home and people have generally in store for you some ejaculation of pity, when they know you are from Nottingham, and the first question asked is ‘Are you all quiet now?’

A hundred and seventy five years later, the answer still remains the same. Happy Birthday, Ned.


Soub. News

Soubs during her legendary 'Su Pollard' phase.

My favourite politico met a friend of mine in Westminster last week, and they fell into chatting about social media. Soubry, for it is she, admitted she wasn’t really into it, and didn’t read the local blogs. She especially didn’t read Beestonia, as it was apparently ‘awful, and awful to me. An  awful Labour blog’ . Cool.

I’m not Labour, for the record: though I admit to voting and supporting Dr Palmer as he was a fantastic MP. For that reason…. and the fact that voting Tory is on my list of things to do just behind self-castrating myself with a rusty penknife and two bricks.  I’m not a member of any political party, though I did once join Veritas when drunk – I thought it might be amusing to stand as a candidate and get on telly at Robert Kilroy-Silk’s expense.

So my friend pointed out she actually knew me, but Soubry carried on, I believe the word ‘ Trotskyite’ may have been used. Ah well. To steal from Wilde: ‘There is one thing worse than being talked about, and thats not being talked about”.  Cheers Anna.


Hilarity in Parliament with Nottinghamshire’s finest squaring up recently: have a read at this, which appeared in today’s Post:

Ho ho ho.



The Square

The Square is once again returned to normal, the spontaneous floral explosion that decked the walls and lamposts for a week now gone, just a few tea-lights remain.

I had a few Beestonians explain who the mourning was for, and I won’t invade the privacy of the family by writing about her in any detail here. A comment on my last post pretty much sums it up.

Its still incredibly sad, yet there is some good. Beestonians, in particular the much-maligned youth of Beestonia, did not just do the deceased, but all of us proud, and we should thank them.

Cheers, young Beestonians. You lot are ace.