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My Vagina Museum YouTube vlog is now live!
Come and take a walk in my shoes and I'll show you these, plus a truly fantastic reading room, with comfy, slob-out cushions. They also have a red fake fur neural tube dress, and a ballgown made of 6,000 contraceptive pills. This museum is certainly not boring!
I have also blogged about this collection before (it contains photos of some interesting medical instruments, which are no longer in the museum, so you'll enjoy it), and here's the link:-
by
J.K. ROWLING
THE BLURB:
In the idyllic small town of Pagford, a councillor dies and leaves a “casual vacancy”- an empty seat on the parish council.
In the election for his successor that follows, it is clear that behind the pretty surface this is a town at war. Rich at war with poor, wives at war with husbands, teachers at war with pupils... Pagford is not what it first seems.
From the smallest of elections in a sleepy British town, J.K. Rowling conjures an epic, emotional and completely readable tale that has had millions of readers hooked.
THE REALITY:
This was the first J. K. Rowling book I have ever read. Had I been a child when the Harry Potter series was released, then I would have devoured them as they would have been right up my street. But I was an adult and, by that stage, not in the least bit interested in fantasy or sci-fi. Incidentally, I've not seen any of the Harry Potter films, nor the television adaption of The Casual Vacancy. This looked to be quite a tome, and I'm a big fan of a tome/ saga. So therefore I was quite surprised (given that and the author's credentials) to find that I couldn't finish this book. I didn't even get half way, and what I did read was a struggle to enjoy.
I'll start with the positives... The characters are varied in nature, interesting and well-described. They are also universally unlikeable, but I don't hold that against a novel- after all, I love Wuthering Heights, and just about every person in that classic is despicable. The sections were also relatively short, so the book was well-paced, and shifted along nicely (despite the subject matter dragging, if that makes sense.) But... The storyline did not enthral me. I mean, the thread of a councillor dying and having to be re-elected seems just so banal and pointless. It's hardly like a whodunnit, when the race is on to find the perpetrator, or a rags-to-riches story where you're interested in finding out if the main character succeeds. Also, the location of Pagford did not charm me in the least (maybe that's because I'm not familiar with village life?) What is it with these “famous” novels and me? Another book I had to put down was Zadie Smith's acclaimed White Teeth. And I think this has offered me the solution to my lack of interest- both books were just too gritty and real. When I read a novel I seek escapism- if I want real life then all I have to do is open my front door.
A bookseller said to me, when I mentioned that I was struggling to get through this book, “There are millions of great novels out there- if you're not enjoying the one you're reading, then just put it down and pick up something else.” So that's exactly what I did. Maybe one of you can give me your opinion of this book?
Today I've been to the Viktor Wynd Museum of Curiosities, which is in Hackney, East London. The building it is situated in is home to The Last Tuesday Society, which puts on literary and creative events with a macabre twist, such as seances; masquerade balls and taxidermy classes. Upstairs they have an atmospheric cocktail parlour, and that decadent, late 19th century artists' poison- absinthe- features on their menu.
A warning to the curious- if you're easily offended, with delicate sensibilities, then don't come here or watch the video! If, however, you are as disgusting and perverted as I am, then you will love this museum.
Come and take a walk in my shoes and I'll show you shrunken heads; animal skeletons; a chocolate John Major; an eight legged sheep and a two-headed sheep. I will also show you a jar containing Madonna's panty liner (yes, really), a box containing Russell Brand's pubes, and a jar containing Amy Winehouse's poo, which you can sniff for an additional fiver!
I have also blogged about this museum, and here's the link:-
Come and take a walk in my shoes and I'll show you the grave of Annie Chapman- the second of Jack the Ripper's victims- although the siting is approximate as she was buried in a public grave which has since been reused. Nearby is the rather sad site of another Chapman, Sarah, who married and later became Sarah Dearman. She played a leading role in the 1888 Bryant & May matchgirls' strike, and was one of the pioneers of the trade union movement. Aside from the part-Victorian/ part-modern chapel and crematorium, there is a columbarium, a memorial pavilion and more than one war memorial.
But the piece de resistance has to be the granite tomb in the shape of a BMW convertible, which weighed one ton and had to be lowered into position by crane. It commemorates car fanatic Steve Marsh, and has to be the most stupendous tombstone I have ever seen!
I ventured in for some macabre nosy-parkering on a dank, damp, January day. I wandered up to the church and the chapel, slipped inside the columbarium, and saw both the modern and traditional crematoriums (the latter does have a foreboding look about it- but then I suppose a crematorium is not going to be the most pleasant place on earth!)
Come and take a walk in my shoes and we'll take a look at some of the well-known people interred here. Aside from the cemetery's engineer and designer, William Haywood- who is housed in a grand mausoleum- it is also home to football legend Bobby Moore; actress Dame Anna Neagle; two of Jack the Ripper's victims and the Elephant Man.