Continuing on from yesterday I found myself trolling some of the archive material gathered up by Rictor Norton who was interviewed on the Sexual Subcultures programme I mentioned yesterday. There are many delights to be had in these annals- even alongside the tragedies. One woman, discovered to have been serving as a soldier for many years, was not cast out but kept on as general helper, for her gallantry received a small pension and was buried with the other Chelsea Pensioners. Which was just awesome.
But the big one that caught my eye today was a report of A Sodomite Club in Warrington in 1806. Four men were hanged as a result (at Lancaster at "the new drop erected at the back of the castle in Lancaster" which I have seen!!). But what really got me was the reports mention a public house, frequented by the men involved and I think I have FOUND it. It's not too far, just a different turn off one of the roundabouts on my way to work. Now, of course, I could be completely wrong and the only real way to find out will be A Visit and potentially asking some excitable questions of the current owners. I have a real wish to do so at some point. It's all rather exciting. Up in t'north, as with most things, the history is slightly less detailed - or at least it's harder to find- than about the south. The newspapers, even as they were back then, were either exceedingly local (limited number of those the earlier you go) or else were of a London focus ( Arguably, little has changed eh?)
Anyway it's got me all rather excited and cheery, even though it's such a sad thing because ultimately people died for this piece of history to be recorded.
But the big one that caught my eye today was a report of A Sodomite Club in Warrington in 1806. Four men were hanged as a result (at Lancaster at "the new drop erected at the back of the castle in Lancaster" which I have seen!!). But what really got me was the reports mention a public house, frequented by the men involved and I think I have FOUND it. It's not too far, just a different turn off one of the roundabouts on my way to work. Now, of course, I could be completely wrong and the only real way to find out will be A Visit and potentially asking some excitable questions of the current owners. I have a real wish to do so at some point. It's all rather exciting. Up in t'north, as with most things, the history is slightly less detailed - or at least it's harder to find- than about the south. The newspapers, even as they were back then, were either exceedingly local (limited number of those the earlier you go) or else were of a London focus ( Arguably, little has changed eh?)
Anyway it's got me all rather excited and cheery, even though it's such a sad thing because ultimately people died for this piece of history to be recorded.