But anyway, NEWS! We are in the process of buying a house! It's on a long but quiet road in Perrystown, which isn't too far from work, and a bit closer to town. Also not an uphill cycle all the way home as is our current house. New place has a massive south facing garden and doesn't need much doing to it other than a lick of paint and some new built in wardrobes - the current ones have a weird kind of mother of pearl pattern on them. So yes, exciting but very daunting at the same time. House prices have gone up quite a lot since we first started looking so 27 years of massive debt is freaking me out a little. Yesterday when we got the news I went from YAY! to PANICPANICPANIC but today I'm just looking forward to having a space I can feel totally at home in.
I guess I'll work on the footnotes and proof reading, and not just weep quietly in the corner.
STATELY HOMES AND THEIR OWNERS.
A " shrewish-looking woman," and "a strong good-tempered looking man" appeared at the Thames Police-court on Thursday, before Mr. Yardley, in a matter which proves, what we have long suspected, that the Act for punishing wife-beating is occasionally perverted, and made use of by viragos as a means for wreaking vengeance upon their husbands. The husbands who give their wives a sound thrashing are not invariably such brutes as are supposed; and sometimes they are more deserving of sympathy than the wife. A man may be provoked and aggravated by a worthless, drunken woman, to a pitch which leads him to inflict personal chastisement upon her, and then, she turns round upon him and invokes the penalties of the Act in the certainty that her mischievous and revengeful object will be gained by the man's committal to prison. Sho is then for a time her own mistress, converts the household furniture into gin, and while the husband is expiating his offence in gaol, she is leading uncontrolled a life of disgusting profligacy and dissipation.
In the case in question, the woman, after spitting in, her husband's face, struck him, and gave him a black eye, saying at the same time.-—"I'll make you hit me, and then I'll give you six months of it." The woman pointed to her own blackened eye, which she accused her husband of having produced, saying that " it was not the first by many." But fortunately he was enabled to refer to one of the officers of the court, who confirmed the statement that she had got it in fighting with another woman. But for this fortunate turn in the evidence, the man might have been punished instead of the woman. He said:—"I avoided striking her, Sir, as I knew what the consequences would be. I lead a dreadful life through the violence of her temper." No doubt of it; and if he had administered a little wholesome correction to the tigress, the public would probably have applauded the sentence which deprived him of his liberty for a few months, taking but little account of the provocation he had endured. Mr. Yardley, who, as a magistrate, is better able to appreciatethe hardships of such a case, said:—" This is one of the many instances which, I am sorry to say, are too numerous, in which women avail themselves of the provisions of the new law to irritate their husbands, by which the law is converted into a means of encouraging women in misbehaviour; and I wish there was some other enactment to counteract that tendency."
The woman was fined £5, and, in default of payment, was committed for two months. At the same time, the Act of last session seems scarcely to have abated the abomination of brutal acts of wife-beating; and there seems little hope of its having this effect, as the offence is usually committed in moments when the husband is excited by drink, and perfectly reckless of consequences. It may be that, when the sentence has expired, a different course is pursued, and the enforced forbearance may produce more domestic harmony. At all events, cases brought up for a repetition of the offence do not seem to occur. It would be interesting to learn the precise influence of the penal effects of the law.
-Editorial in The Era, June 11 1854
I said, "Why am I to take it?"
He said, "You take it"
I said, "I shall do nothing of the kind"
He walked out of the counting-house with the iron-handled whip in his hand, and walked a few yards from my gig which was standing at the door—I saw him wrap the thong round his hand, so as to make it quite tight—the lash was twisted round his hand—I waited some time by the door—I could hardly believe his assaulting me is my state of health, and I waited some minutes to give him time to reflect—I then proceeded towards my gig, and as I was about to step into it, I felt several blows on my back and shoulders from behind—I had nothing is my hand to defend myself with—after he had struck me several times, I turned round and put my hands up to my head—Mr. Banks came, caught him round his waist, pulled him away, and said, "Good God! Harvey are you mad"—the prisoner dashed Mr. Banks away, as if he had been a child—he seemed very much out of breath, and leaned against the front of the counting-house with the whip in his hand—I said, "You will have to account for this"
He said, "Yes, I know I shall have to pay for it, and I am d—d if I do not give it you; you accused me of stealing your pencil-case"'
(The witness, on attempting to leave the box, suddenly fell, and died on the floor of the Court almost immediately.)
Must have been a pretty snazzy pencil case.
Letter in Irish Times today:
Madam, – I recently discovered that it is against Dublin Bus regulations to sing on the bus. This seems authoritarian and petty. Buses are traditional venues for singing, and personally, I believe my morning commute would be enriched by hearing a fellow passenger lifting his or her voice to express the joys of life. Imagine how much social solidarity (in these difficult times) could be created by sing-alongs between strangers in transit.
Instead of forbidding singing on the bus, Dublin Bus should encourage it. It might also redirect its disapprobation towards the pot-smoking, ghetto-blaster-playing faction who often occupy the upstairs back seats on the 13 and 13A buses.
– Yours, etc,
Twitter cannot be allowed to operate outside the law
"Facebook and Twitter must be reeled in," froths Richard Hillgrove, business and political public relations consultant and safari hat fan. "Clearly, they are going to have to introduce a delay mechanism so that content can be checked before it goes up."
I'd love to know how he thinks this might be implemented. Twitter has on average 3,440 tweets per second. 206,400 per minute. 1,238,4000 per hour. Presumably someone has to check them all to make sure they're not breaking any super-injunction laws?
I think this comment sums it up:
"Ah, I see the Guardian is up to it's old trick: get some random troll to write a completely outrageous and ill thought out piece of dickishness, and watch the site traffic go up as news of the dickishness spreads and many people feel compelled to comment.
Damn, I've fallen for it, haven't I?"
Célestin Lainé, who tortured and murdered Resistance fighters, used to live in Rathgar, after being granted asylum by the Irish government.