Tag Archives: the nineteenth century

Brontë Sisters Powerdolls

This inspired me to break my blogging hiatus. How I WISH Anne, Emily and Charlotte (who’s your favourite Brontë? Correct answer = Charlotte) had made it into the LITERARY CLUBHOUSE, then maybe they wouldn’t have died horribly on the slopey, windswept, mould-green horror that is Haworth.**

*Can’t talk much about job at present, lots of stuff in the pipeline, personal life v happy but not for the interwebs…..

**I would be a terrible R!Gothic heroine.

1891 census, or why I hate the bloody sodding archives.

As a matter of academic record, I would like to wish damnation upon Oscar Wilde (‘unidentified hand’ indeed), the Google Maps geeks who persistently refer to Battersea as Wandsworth, and the census-takers who covered the former area during the 1891 census.

As for the man, woman or child who tore the page recording Enumeration District 9 of Wandsworth some time between 1891 and January 2009, I rain curses down upon them.