#Wellesley Road

[insidecroydon]

Croydon's Super Size Me quest for town centre's best burger

Croydon’s answer to Morgan Spurlock, KEN TOWL, last week set off to discover where the best burgers are to be found in the town. His harrowing account is a testimony to fortitude and a strong stomach Last month, Inside Croydon reported the redesign of Croydon’s George Street branch of McDonald’s, quoting franchisee Ian Stevenson’s boast that the changes would “create a more seamless and enjoyable…

[littlepawz]

“When she applied to run in the Boston Marathon in 1966 they rejected her saying: “Women are not physiologically able to run a marathon, and we can’t take the liability.” Then exactly 50 years ago today, on the day of the marathon, Bobbi Gibb hid in the bushes and waited for the race to begin. When about half of the runners had gone past she jumped in. She wore her brother’s Bermuda shorts, a pair of boy’s sneakers, a bathing suit, and a sweatshirt. As she took off into the swarm of runners, Gibb started to feel overheated, but she didn’t remove her hoodie. “I knew if they saw me, they were going to try to stop me,” she said. “I even thought I might be arrested.” It didn’t take long for male runners in Gibb’s vicinity to realize that she was not another man. Gibb expected them to shoulder her off the road, or call out to the police. Instead, the other runners told her that if anyone tried to interfere with her race, they would put a stop to it. Finally feeling secure and assured, Gibb took off her sweatshirt. As soon as it became clear that there was a woman running in the marathon, the crowd erupted—not with anger or righteousness, but with pure joy, she recalled. Men cheered. Women cried. By the time she reached Wellesley College, the news of her run had spread, and the female students were waiting for her, jumping and screaming. The governor of Massachusetts met her at the finish line and shook her hand. The first woman to ever run the marathon had finished in the top third.”

[avengerup43]

Birla Estate Wellesley Road – Upcoming Residential Projects In Pune

[marmorada]

By Ewan Somerville, Fiona Parker and Alex Barton

A private school pupil was stabbed to death by a teenage boy in south London after she rejected flowers from him, The Telegraph understands.

Witnesses said the 15-year-old girl, named locally as Eliyanna, was travelling to school in Croydon when a row broke out between herself and her friends and other pupils from a local school.

The argument is said to have spilled out of the number 60 bus and onto the pavement outside a shopping centre, where the schoolgirl was attacked by a young man “wielding a sword-like knife” and “wearing all black” at around 8.30am on Wednesday.

Paramedics rushed to the town centre to treat the teenager, who was described by locals as having “a fantastic future ahead of her”, but she died at the scene.

One girl was seen being held back, screaming: “That’s my best friend” as she tried to push past the crowds to reach the wounded teenager.

Police arrested a 17-year-old boy nearby around 75 minutes after the attack took place. The suspect and the victim are understood to have been known to each other.

Chevanice Thomas, from Croydon, told how her friend Apple witnessed the girl being attacked. Relaying her friend’s account, she said: “He gave her the flowers and she threw them away. Her friends all dispersed when she went down. After that the boy apparently stabbed her, blood gushing out and the police put pressure on it. She died on the spot.”

Staff at the Leonardo Hotel on Wellesley Road, where the incident took place, rushed to the scene. Beldine Kutima, who works there, said: “One of our duty managers went to get the bus, but she came back in screaming and grabbing towels from the back room. She ran out there with bin bags and towels. She was crying and in shock.”

Michael Fyffe, an estate agent who was on his way to work when he saw the aftermath of the attack, said: “Two of the girl’s friends were there. One of the girls wastrying to get past the crowds to the body. Everyone was trying to hold her back to let the ambulance crew do their jobs.”

James Watkins, a youth worker, said friends informed the teenager’s family, who were unable to get to their daughter before she died. “They were unable to say goodbye,” he told The Telegraph. “They were in shock and devastated. It doesn’t feel real to them.”

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The teenager was a pupil at Old Palace of John Whitgift school, a 134-year-old girls’ school that charges fees of up to £19,350 a year.

Anthony King, from My Ends, an organization that aims to reduce violence, told The Telegraph he had spoken to her family in the aftermath of the attack.

He said: “The family and extended family are widely devastated, heartbroken. I cannot articulate the sound, the tears and the genuine heartbreak at what took place this morning.

“She had a bright future ahead of her, she was in GCSE year, Year 11, and she was an absolutely incredible young lady, very articulate, really had a fantastic future ahead of her.”

[slidesworthseeing]

Found slide: Tram car 182 pauses to pick up passengers after turning from Queen Street into Wellesley Street East, on its way to Mount Roskill via Dominion Road, Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland, Aotearoa New Zealand, circa 1951 (photographer unknown)

[sylviaplathink]

via MatthewJFitz on Twitter

Sylvia Plath at her home at 26 Elmwood Road in Wellesley, Massachusetts in 1954  

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Never write a letter to your mistress and never join the Carlton Club.

- Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington

Despite its having Wellington’s characteristic terseness and, as regards the first bit, good sense, it feels an odd thing to say. Wellington was after all the Carlton’s founding father and, although he played no large part in its affairs, he must have observed its political success with considerable satisfaction. Perhaps, like many phrases supposedly uttered by famous people, it was attributed to him, but actually coined by someone else.

It would be hard to overestimate the importance of the establishment of the Carlton Club in the history of British party politics. At the beginning of the Nineteenth Century, there were in existence two great clubs, Brooks’s and White’s, linked to the historic Whig  and Tory Parties respectively. But by the 1830s, the two political parties needed far more than their long-standing London bastions could supply. They simply were not large enough. Some MPs had begun to resort to non-political clubs, like Boodle’s in St James’s Street, giving rise to the following merry ditty: ‘In Parliament I fill my seat/With many other noodles/And lay my head in Jermyn Street/And sip my hock at Boodle’s’.

Such exile from the political mainstream soon became unnecessary. Politics entered a new era, in which the two parties, which evolved in the 1830s and the two subsequent decades - acquiring new names, Conservative and Liberal- expanded their political activities greatly. They needed London accommodation on a generous scale in premises which provided a variety of rooms, large and small.

That is what the Carlton Club supplied. In 1837, the year of Queen Victoria’s accession, it opened its first club house in Pall Mall on the corner of Carlton Gardens, yet another reminder of the gross, bloated monarch, George IV (114 years later a slim Miss Margaret Roberts would depart from the next door house in Carlton Gardens en route to her marriage to Mr Denis Thatcher).

The Carlton club remained on its Pall Mall corner site until a Nazi bomb fell on it in October 1940. The original club house underestimated the party’s need for space. It was enlarged in the 1840s as Sir Robert Peel brought the party first to election triumph in 1841, and then to political disaster and division as a result of the repeal of the Corn Laws in 1846. To assist the Conservative party’s recovery from the split that the Corn Laws’ repeal brought about, the enlarged building was demolished and replaced by an even bigger one in 1856.

Members stared from the Carlton club’s windows across Carlton Gardens at the Reform club, founded in 1836, four years after the Carlton, to equip the Tories’ opponents with the same range of services, social and political, that the Carlton pioneered. It should be noted in passing that in the new nineteenth-century political world the Conservatives put themselves at the forefront of organisational change, where they were to remain until Tony Blair’s day.

The close proximity of the two rival clubs meant that they kept each other under close observation. In the early days, the Reform took a great interest in the volume of mail posted by servants of the Carlton, who retaliated by waiting until darkness fell before venturing forth. During a political crisis in 1884, blinds were pulled down at every window of the Carlton club’s library after a member noticed two figures across the road in the Reform club spying with the aid of opera glasses. Members of the Carlton noted with satisfaction that their club eclipsed the Reform in size and grandeur.

But that’s a matter of griping. Or is that groping?

In 2022, the disgraced Conservative MP Christopher Pincher was alleged to have sexually groped two men, in an area known as Cads’ Corner within the Carlton. Former No 10 strategist Dominic Cummings once claimed that Prime Minister Boris Johnson referred to the now disgraced MP as “Pincher by name, pincher by nature” before making him deputy chief whip, which he subsequently had taken away from him.

The club boasts about this ‘inviting corner’ that features a small cluster of chairs underneath a grand staircase - but talk to my father’s peers and friends who are members about how Cads’ Corner gained its name and they get all coy and look at their watches. Indeed it’s well known that it’s the spot where male members could stand to stare up the skirts of female guests walking up and down the stairs.

As a member of the Reform club naturally I think they’ve got their head up their arse or at the very least looking up at some unlucky lady’s skirt.

[insidecroydon]

One year on, Elianne Andam's killer named as Hassan Sentamu

Trial date: now 18, Hassan Sentamu is to appear at the Old Bailey on Nov 25 The teenager accused of murdering schoolgirl Elianne Andam outside the Whitgift Centre last year has been named as Hassan Sentamu. The killing of Old Palace schoolgirl Andam, aged 15, made national headlines after she was viciously attacked as she got off a bus on her way to school on September 27, 2023. Sentamu remained…

[sanguinarysanguinity]

Thank you for the tag, @acrossthewavesoftime!

Last song: “Bushel and a Peck” from Guys and Dolls. I was just this minute wondering if I could profitably apply the “talking in my sleep... ABOUT YOU” line to Ewen Cameron.

Last show: Just finished catching up on Leverage: Redemption; will probably begin Bletchley Park: San Francisco later in the weekend.

Currently reading:

A Study in Scarlet (Arthur Conan Doyle)

English Sexualities: 1700-1800 (Tim Hitchcock)

Another Appalachia: Coming up Queer and Indian in a Mountain Place (Neema Avashia)

The War that Ended Peace: The Road to 1914 (Margaret MacMillan)

The Wounded Name (D.K. Broster - aloud to @grrlpup)

Moby Dick, Les Miserables, The Lightning Conductor, and Dangerous Liaisons (all in ‘daily lit’ format)

Current obsession: Arthur Wellesley (the to-be Duke of Wellington) taking nine copies of Fanny Hill to India with him.

Tagging: @tgarnsl, @phoenixfalls, @sailorpants, @lacnunga, and anyone else who feels like taking part.

[coffeetillthecoffin]

Hey there! I’m planning a trip and was wondering what your best recommendations are for a morning coffee in the CBD? I just discovered your blog while looking and I think it’s fabulous!

Hello and thank you!

I don't know if these places are specifically good for "morning" coffee, but they are some of my favourite Auckland CBD cafes off the top of my head:

Chuffed - High Street

The Shelf - High Street

Remedy Coffee - Wellesley Street

EOS Coffee - Inside Queen's Arcade

Espresso Workshop - Britomart area

Kokako - Commercial Bay

Daily Daily - K Road

Let me know if you make it to any and what you think! 😊

[archoptical]

9 Wellesley Road, Croydon

[arainthepara]

Your photography is amazing! I was wondering if on your adventures in and around Auckland if you happened to pass by as community street libraries/book swap fridges (sorry not sure what exactly they get called) and remember the location of any of them? More and more keep popping up around the country and because I’m travelling around Auckland and a book lover I’d love to check them out if there are any and I get the chance while on my travels. I’ve searched what feels like the entire internet so I’m hoping your able to help this travelling book worm 🤓📖🐛

Thank you! And ahhhhh, so the thing is, I have DEFINITELY noticed these community book swap box thingies (I also don't know what they are called), but I can only remember 3 vaguely:

There's one near St. Matthew-in-the-City Church on Wellesley street

St. Alban's Church on Diminion road has a plant swap and book swap.

There's one on Richmond Road (Grey Lynn) that I have seen, but I can't remember the exact location. If you walk on Richmond Rd. from Ponsonby road going into Grey Lynn, and stay on the left sidewalk, there's a cool house with a garden that also has the book swap box. I even took a photo of this, which would definitely have the house number, but I can't find that photo now. :(

I did a bit of searching around online and found the Facebook page for AKL Little Libraries which should be of more use to you! Happy book finding!

[kamazen]

“When she applied to run in the Boston Marathon in 1966 they rejected her saying: “Women are not physiologically able to run a marathon, and we can’t take the liability.

”Then exactly 50 years ago today, on the day of the marathon, Bobbi Gibb hid in the bushes and waited for the race to begin. When about half of the runners had gone past she jumped in.She wore her brother’s Bermuda shorts, a pair of boy’s sneakers, a bathing suit, and a sweatshirt. As she took off into the swarm of runners, Gibb started to feel overheated, but she didn’t remove her hoodie. “I knew if they saw me, they were going to try to stop me,” she said. “I even thought I might be arrested.”It didn’t take long for male runners in Gibb’s vicinity to realize that she was not another man. Gibb expected them to shoulder her off the road, or call out to the police. Instead, the other runners told her that if anyone tried to interfere with her race, they would put a stop to it. Finally feeling secure and assured, Gibb took off her sweatshirt.

As soon as it became clear that there was a woman running in the marathon, the crowd erupted—not with anger or righteousness, but with pure joy, she recalled. Men cheered. Women cried.By the time she reached Wellesley College, the news of her run had spread, and the female students were waiting for her, jumping and screaming. The governor of Massachusetts met her at the finish line and shook her hand. The first woman to ever run the marathon had finished in the top third.”

[ardn516marisamcf]

Week 2 - Best photos

They all give off the same vibe, as they were taken at the same spot where Wellesley Street meets Symonds st.

All taken at the same spot but focusing on different angles and subjects

From the first image being a close-up shot of the sky tower in the mist, to a middle which starts to show some buildings but starts it hide the sky tower in the fog, then with the final image being a wide shot, including everything in the image, with being on a 10 sec shutter function so it creates a shutter effect on the people walking across the road