End of December – New Year’s Eve edition

To everyone, Christmas greetings and many thanks for all the helpful comments on The Trial blogs.  Wherever you are, here’s hoping that you have a peaceful and happy New Year, and you keep reading my blog.

2019 – An Auspicious Year

The coming Chinese New Year – 5th February – is auspicious.  It celebrates the year of the pig.  And reader, the pigs could be flying in 2019 as there are plans to publish The Trial in the summer.

Then it’s the launch party and off to Hollywood.

As a loyal member of the readers’ panel, you can claim your complimentary copy of the first edition.

The Trial

The last five blogs have introduced you to the murky world of London in the late 19th century when the trial took place.

We have had a glimpse of the powerful and aspiring professions – lawyers, administrators, doctors – institutional life and formed public opinion.

We have seen the beginnings of a malevolent force swirling around a great London Teaching Hospital to blunt the formation of a new profession, nursing.

This London Teaching Hospital became the crucible of the black art of organisational politics where gender, class and religious tensions fuelled the inter and intra-professional disputes that culminated in a nurse being tried for manslaughter.

This 19th century story resonates to this very day.

Want to know more about the intricacies of medical and nursing politics?

Come back in the New Year when we sit in Court Room 3 of the Old Bailey to hear about the terrible shenanigans of professional people and their jealous rivalries …

The Trial – “Mr. Treasurer”, Administrators in the late 19th Century

“Mr. Treasurer” — the Real Power

Hospitals and care for the poor in the 19th Century were provided by charitable institutions which were supported by generous benefactors. The rich paid for their own doctors and care at home. It was all very rudimentary.

By the late 19th Century, London was teeming with people who were jammed into overcrowded, filthy and insanitary conditions. Those in work were often injured in the course of their work. Poverty drove many women and children to prostitution and disease.

London Slums in 1872 in the Whitechapel area

Drunkenness and malnourishment were rife. Consequently, the demand for bigger hospitals and more care, and more funds, escalated year on year. It was getting out of control. This placed great burdens on the benefactors so those in charge of local hospitals held fund-raising events, flag days, and vied with each other to have the patronage of members of “Society”, titled and connected people, and above all, wealthy people.

As the funds flowed in, and their disbursements became more complicated, hospitals found themselves in need of more than a lowly clerk or local churchman to administer the monies. Continue reading

The Trial — Lawyers in the Late 19th Century

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Lawyers in 19th Century London were members of one of the four prestigious Inns of Court: Gray’s Inn, Lincoln’s Inn, Middle and Inner Temple Inns.  The Inns were places of education, training and development, and residence, for lawyers, which could trace their history back to mediaeval times.  They flourished as places of learning, enjoyed much royal patronage, and provided many scholarly lawyers to serve in the great Offices of State, especially under the Tudor Kings and Queens.

 

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Lincoln’s Inn Court, London

The College of Physicians, formed under King Henry VIII, not surprisingly, modelled itself on these colleges of lawyers, and adopted their training methods: “see & do” under the supervision of a qualified lawyer with whom you worked and dined in “family” groups known as chambers.  For the medics, these training and dining groups were known as “firms”.

By the late 19th Century, the Inns and their members, called barristers, were well-established, and the lawyers were recognised as professional men.

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Royal Courts of Justice, The Strand, London

The Inns were located to the west of the City of London clustered around the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand, and in close walking distance to Newgate Prison and the Old Bailey Courthouse where our trial took place. Continue reading

The Trial — Medics in the Late 19th Century

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From ancient times, quackery, prayers, and traditional poultices and herbalism, were the medics’ tools of trade alongside crude surgery and bleeding.

Then came the Enlightenment when anatomy, science and an understanding of how the body works changed everything.  By the early 1800s, a substantial body of knowledge had started to develop which required medical practitioners to train and learn in organised schools with experienced teachers.

The Teaching Hospital and the concept of Lecturers were born.  And so it was at Queen’s.

It had distinguished the function of caring and treating from teaching and training by recognising and building a separate, but on-site, Medical School with its own Dean.  It was not a separate entity in law – its finances and administration were very much part of Queen’s, and its benefactors.  The administrator, known as the Treasurer, was all important but the medics started to get organised.

At the same time, the law changed.  The state recognised the desirability of having an authorised body to ensure that medical practitioners were suitably qualified, and had passed their exams, thus the Royal College of Physicians (instigated under King Henry VIII) was boosted and became that body. Continue reading

The Trial-London Life in the 1880s

Life in the Late 19th Century

19th Century London was grey and drab, and very grim for all but the lucky, and the wealthy. Open sewers and poor drainage, filthy streets and houses, dung piles, and lack of ventilation and fresh air, formed London’s insanitary living conditions.

The resulting stench was added to by the ubiquitous pong of rotting bodies as disposal of the dead became more difficult, especially with the capital’s burgeoning population.

Cleanliness was a problem. Indeed, for “the great unwashed” bodily dirt was a point of pride as it showed you were an honest worker. Disease was the result. Cholera, typhus, smallpox, tuberculosis and leprosy all took their toll. Fog and smoke exacerbated people’s pitiful living conditions. Life was very hard for most. Continue reading

The Trial – Introduction

“Quick.  Quick.  We’ll be late” Laura cried breathlessly as she tried to hold on to her hat as she and Jeanie, her best friend, ran across London Bridge to catch the omnibus from the north side stop, to travel west along Cheapside to the Bailey.  They didn’t want to be late for the first day of the trial of their friend and colleague, Katy McNiel.

It was a fine summer’s day in the late 1800s and Katy was to be tried for the manslaughter of one of her patients at London’s famous Queen’s Hospital.

Cheapside was one of the main west-east roads across the north bank of the Thames in London.  The road was a crush everywhere with horse drawn taxis, private carriages and omnibuses jostling for space on the all too inadequate road. 

Pedestrians were often pushed to the sides of the filthy streets by the traffic where they tried to avoid the ubiquitous horse dung that was left from the moment it had dropped on the road until it was collected by the night sweepers. In the heat of the day, the stench was overpowering in this part of east London. 

And the dust and filth, and the over crowding – life in the city was all very unpleasant.

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Been Busy Doing Book Things

 

shutterstock_96714136Flaming June.

It’s been very warm this past month and there has been much to do in the garden.  The roses, olive trees and agapanthuses have survived the winter’s storms and salt blasting and they are blooming.

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The house, garden walls and gate have been painted so all is now ready for the visitors.  Even the pizza oven has been spruced up.

And of the books?  No more procrastination.  The ISBNs have been ordered, the formats have almost been agreed, and the pictures are probably staying in.

You may remember the everyday story of organisational politics at St. Angela’s University Teaching Hospital.  There were the usual gang warfares, double-dealing, dirty street fighting – all very Shakespearean.  You can refresh your memory by clicking on the “Macbeth”, The Winter Storms and Introducing St. Angela’s “King Lear” Going Back, Older & Wiser and “Romeo and Juliet” Warring Factions and Naive Interns chapters.

These short stories will be brought together in a book over the summer.  You might like to place your order for Christmas presents.

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Been Busy Rocking the Stones, Sardinia and the Bailey

May has been busy. I’d forgotten how exciting it is to go to a live rock concert and the recent Rolling Stones ‘unfiltered’ gig did not disappoint.

From the pounding base that you can feel in your bones to the spectacular light show and staging as the evening light faded and the night took over, the stones rocked. The ever-youthful Mick Jagger danced the night away with his usual athleticism while the statuesque Charlie Watts played his drums without fuss or expression.

All the old favourites – brown sugar, tumbling dice, satisfaction – were played in a continuous stream for everyone to join in as part of a community singalong. 

 

 

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Been Busy Clearing Out and Seeing Art and Football

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To start my new life as a writer of novels – no more research reports – I’m having a new office.  Actually, it’s a refurb of my slum quarters for the last 20 years.  All the debris and detritus of a working life have been boxed-up, bagged and labelled, and put into store.

I’ve postponed the job of sorting it all until the summer as I’m still getting over the shock of being able to get into my room without tripping over a pile of books, papers and files.abstract powder splatted background,Freeze motion of white powder exploding/throwing brown powder

I think I’m going to like retirement, especially when the new room takes shape and the dust has cleared.black cloud

Everything is many shades of grey, including the builders and their gear. garbage bag on white background

They tell me it will all be pink soon when they start to plaster the walls and ceiling.

Meanwhile, I’ve got the joy of choosing a new desk and book shelves as the battered old ones went in the big clear out. Continue reading

Been Busy Doing Retirement Things

It’s been busy here by the sea coping with our strange weather patterns.

One day it snowed so much that it settled…

and then the next day it was all gone and things went back to normal.

The garden doesn’t know what to do – keep hibernating or burst into spring.  But the goldfinches, which live in the hedges, know the season is turning as they are out and about building nests and getting food ready for new life.

It’s been busy retiring from 40+ years of work – finishing off the last reports, saying goodbye to all and deleting emails.  I’ve got 30,000+ to be sifted, archived, or deleted.  My friends want to organise a mass delete event with champagne to ease the task.  I’ve got an office that has over the last 20 years become a slum.  I have not seen the carpet in years as it has been covered in pending files, piles of paper, boxes, books waiting to be read and my collection of PhD chapter drafts.

As a retirement treat, I’m having a new office so it all has to go.  The builders are coming after Easter to clear the room and turn this ugly duckling site into a swan – a very cool scandi-style room.

This will be my new novelist den.  Ah, those goldfinches have lessons for us.

And of the book?  The research is going well but it’s all too enjoyable and I’m in danger of never writing the novels.  To add to my time-burning, I’ve been to a pizza-making workshop to learn to use my new garden oven.  It’s going to be great once I’ve worked out how to keep the fire going.

And then there are new hobbies to nurture with a trip to Madrid to see the big game: Real Madrid vs Athletico Bilbao, and the collections in the Prado and the Thyssen-Bornemisza Galleries.

Don’t you just love it when the sun comes back and the days get longer?

Enjoy the start of spring.

… and come back next time for news about the books …