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Twentytwentyone
This Islington stalwart has been furnishing homes with modern designer pieces since 1996 (274–275, Upper Street)
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James Cochran’s brilliant restaurant is offering Around the Cluck, a delivery service starring his signature buttermilk Jamaican jerk chicken (107, Upper Street)
Little Angel Theatre
This unusual theatre combines some of the best puppet shows with puppetry courses. Be ready when it reopens (14, Dagmar Passage)
NO memory remains of the mysterious Gisla, whose ‘dun’ (hill) Islington was, beyond the moniker he bequeathed to the village that flourished here in Saxon times. ‘We assume Gisla was a farmer or a landowner,’ says Mark Aston of the Islington Museum. ‘Gisla’s dun eventually morphed into Islington.’
Recorded in the Domesday Book as a small hilltop settlement, it saw its first boom during London’s expansion in the late Middle Ages, with monasteries, in particular, embarking on a building spree across the area. Among them was St Bartholomew’s Priory, whose prior, William Bolton, built a new tower in Canonbury Place in the early 1500s. Soaring above the neighbouring houses, the 60ft brick building looks forbidding enough to belong to a fairy tale—fittingly, because it was the setting of a late-16th-century romance. When the Lord Mayor of London, Sir John Spencer, found out that his daughter, Eliza, had fallen for the spendthrift Lord Compton, he locked her up in the tower. Undeterred, the crafty girl managed to lower herself down the length of the building in a basket that Lord Compton, disguised as a baker’s boy, carried away to safety. The two married and Sir John promptly disinherited his daughter—until Elizabeth I stepped in and made the two reconcile.
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Save our family farms
IT Tremains to be seen whether the Government will listen to the more than 20,000 farming people who thronged Whitehall in central London on November 19 to protest against changes to inheritance tax that could destroy countless family farms, but the impact of the good-hearted, sombre crowds was immediate and positive.
A very good dog
THE Spanish Pointer (1766–68) by Stubbs, a landmark painting in that it is the artist’s first depiction of a dog, has only been exhibited once in the 250 years since it was painted.
The great astral sneeze
Aurora Borealis, linked to celestial reindeer, firefoxes and assassinations, is one of Nature's most mesmerising, if fickle displays and has made headlines this year. Harry Pearson finds out why
'What a good boy am I'
We think of them as the stuff of childhood, but nursery rhymes such as Little Jack Horner tell tales of decidedly adult carryings-on, discovers Ian Morton
Forever a chorister
The music-and way of living-of the cabaret performer Kit Hesketh-Harvey was rooted in his upbringing as a cathedral chorister, as his sister, Sarah Sands, discovered after his death
Best of British
In this collection of short (5,000-6,000-word) pen portraits, writes the author, 'I wanted to present a number of \"Great British Commanders\" as individuals; not because I am a devotee of the \"great man, or woman, school of history\", but simply because the task is interesting.' It is, and so are Michael Clarke's choices.
Old habits die hard
Once an antique dealer, always an antique dealer, even well into retirement age, as a crop of interesting sales past and future proves
It takes the biscuit
Biscuit tins, with their whimsical shapes and delightful motifs, spark nostalgic memories of grandmother's sweet tea, but they are a remarkably recent invention. Matthew Dennison pays tribute to the ingenious Victorians who devised them
It's always darkest before the dawn
After witnessing a particularly lacklustre and insipid dawn on a leaden November day, John Lewis-Stempel takes solace in the fleeting appearance of a rare black fox and a kestrel in hot pursuit of a pipistrelle bat
Tarrying in the mulberry shade
On a visit to the Gainsborough Museum in Sudbury, Suffolk, in August, I lost my husband for half an hour and began to get nervous. Fortunately, an attendant had spotted him vanishing under the cloak of the old mulberry tree in the garden.
