Forwarded from Dark & Fascinating Art (Vin's Favourite Artwork Archive)
The Blue Gate at the End of the Long Border by Francis Hamel
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The Strangers' Bar is one of several bars in the Palace of #Westminster (Houses of #Parliament) that sells alcohol/ pints for just over £3.
Meanwhile, the average pint in #London is over £6.
Thanks a lot.
Meanwhile, the average pint in #London is over £6.
Thanks a lot.
Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
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There are a great many pub-rooms that are unnecessarily ruined by the presence of a television.
@BritainsPubs
@BritainsPubs
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Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
Light After Death 🕯
Light a candle by my grave,
Let my dim-light burn.
Keep alight my presence in;
A world I'll not return.
May I be a light at night,
I hope to be nocturnal,
Fade me not away. I plead,
Instead, make me Eternal.
I hope that death permits me,
Souls alone in turn.
To spark an evening lantern,
Beside my grave or urn.
Leave me not alone to face,
A lightless, empty gloom.
I shall ignite as each sun sets,
From my darkened tomb.
May the night and shadows,
Crowd my nightly flame.
May I join them as they watch,
So each may know my name.
Flames'll flicker without wind,
And though you'll never see,
Stand beside my light alone,
You'll know for sure, it's me.
- Vin
Light a candle by my grave,
Let my dim-light burn.
Keep alight my presence in;
A world I'll not return.
May I be a light at night,
I hope to be nocturnal,
Fade me not away. I plead,
Instead, make me Eternal.
I hope that death permits me,
Souls alone in turn.
To spark an evening lantern,
Beside my grave or urn.
Leave me not alone to face,
A lightless, empty gloom.
I shall ignite as each sun sets,
From my darkened tomb.
May the night and shadows,
Crowd my nightly flame.
May I join them as they watch,
So each may know my name.
Flames'll flicker without wind,
And though you'll never see,
Stand beside my light alone,
You'll know for sure, it's me.
- Vin
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Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
To avoid picking the wrong heroes, we must have none other than that of ourselves.
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The Bow Bells public house at 116 Bow Rd, #Bow, #London, #E3 is symbolic for several reasons. Firstly, it's one of the few surviving pubs (that actually look like pubs) along Bow Road, never mind the area altogether. The pubs name references the Bell that if one could hear ring from ones place of birth, made one an official cockney. Nowadays, you've no chance of hearing The Church of St Mary-le-Bow which is located in the City of #London. Between traffic and other forms of noise pollution, you'll barely hear the bells when nearby. Today, people pass this pub with little idea of its physical and metaphorical significance to east #London and to #England as a whole. I'd like to wish it all the luck in the world. This pub, like so many others, is going to need it. Visible, are the words to the nursery rhyme, which is still played on the Bells of St Mary-le-Bow. @VinnieSullivan
Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
To try and relive a perfect moment is to alter and even ruin a memory that's far more likely to survive if left undisturbed.
Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
If the plight of today hurts you enough to fear for the future, usually, one's concept of happiness tends to become but a memory of the past.