RIBBON the colour of sunbeams is pleated and stitched so that it circles a core made of card, this flower-shaped head complemented with a couple of lengthy matching-tint tails. Rosettes are offered as rewards, for a sparkling competitive performance or to mark the completion of an event and, increasingly, they are given as mementos of a meaningful day (nuptials or big birthdays). For decades, they’ve also been the badges of political candidates, a crystal-clear denotation of party allegiance, sometimes with a touch of fun and frivolity thrown in. The smile-inducing leviathans of the Monster Raving Loony Party are ridiculously oversized for a reason.
Altogether more seriously, Liberal Democrat Sarah Green wore the aforementioned yellow rosette during the count and result of the Chesham and Amersham by-election in June, when she trounced the Tory candidate in an historic constituency first for her party. ‘I’m proud to wear [my rosette], but I don’t do so lightly. Our roots as a party go back a long way, so I feel a real sense of responsibility when I have a rosette on,’ she explains, ‘although I didn’t wear one when campaigning because I felt a bit too much like a prize pony! However, there is a theatre and history to election counts and I felt that it was important to wear a rosette in my party’s colour there.’
Although it doesn’t have exclusivity to supply political parties, Rosettes Direct, unofficially Britain’s largest rosette manufacturer, produces in the region of 30,000 for the Liberal Democrats, in excess of 25,000 for the Labour Party and 40,000 for the Tories during election campaigns.
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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.
