In the year 1799, Sir Thomas Sterley was not yet the illustrious admiral he would one day become. At this time, he was a newly promoted captain aboard the 64-gun HMS The Houd, tasked with the unglamorous but vital duty of blockading the French port of Marseilles. His orders were clear: keep French ships bottled up, intercept any attempts at resupply, and ensure the Napoleonic war machine stayed hungry.
It was a sweltering day in Calcutta in 1806 when Mrs. Elizabeth James, wife of the Right Reverend Jonathan James, decided to expand her culinary horizons.
In the misty docks of Portsmouth, in the autumn of 1805, there stood a young artist, John William Constable-Turner, a lesser-known cousin to both John Constable and J.M.W. Turner, two of the most acclaimed artists of their generation. While his cousins found fame in capturing the English countryside and the sublime power of the sea, Constable-Turner’s own work lay somewhere in between—his love for nature matched only by his admiration for the grandeur of naval warfare.
As HMS Hound charged into the heart of the battle on 21 October 1805, the scene aboard the ship was nothing short of chaos and fury. The thunderous roar of its guns was deafening, each broadside sending shockwaves through the ship's timbers. The mighty cannons, lined up along the gun deck, were fired with precision and speed, spewing thick clouds of smoke into the air. The sharp crack of each cannonball's discharge echoed across the sea, blending with the overwhelming din of the battle.
Phakathi kwenkulungwane ye-19, abantu bakwaXhosa babehlala kwindawo yeMpuma Koloni, indawo eyayichaphazeleka ngakumbi kukwanda kobukoloniyali bamaBritani. Ngowe-1856, uhlanga lwamaXhosa lwalusoyikiswa ziingxaki ezininzi: imfazwe kunye namaBritani yayiyenze uluntu lwaphulukana nomhlaba, izixhobo zazingekho, kwaye inkcubeko yamaXhosa yayisengozini. Esi sixinzelelo savula indlela yokuthi kubekho umbono ophuma kumntwana ongumntwana ongaziwayo, uNongqawuse, owayeza kuguqula imbali.
I am William Mould, a simple man, a farmer by trade, from the humble soil of County Cork. My hands have always known the feel of earth, my back the weight of labor. But these last years, the land has not been kind to us. The potato blight, that cruel and unseen disease, has taken more than crops from me. It’s taken hope, pride, and for many, life itself.
Ah, well, here I am, Samuel Pepys, about to shuffle off this mortal coil! My dearest friends, I thought it rather fitting to write one final account of my life’s follies and fortunes—this time not in my dear diary, but in a proper jesting style. After all, why should a man take life so seriously when death is knocking with its bony knuckles on the door? My eyesight has dwindled, my bladder is as rebellious as ever, and if I’m to croak soon, might as well have some fun before I pop off!
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Bill Govender the legendary fishmonger of Marine Parade, was no ordinary fish seller. He wasn’t just a guy who threw a few prawns on ice or filleted a fish with precision. No, Bill turned the humble act of selling fish into a grand theatrical performance that drew crowds larger than the Friday night lotto!
Bill Govender Marine Parade’s fishmonger extraordinaire to funny to forget.
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In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and something-or-other, there resided in the charming village of Hampstead a certain gentleman by the name of William John Constable-Turner. Now, dear reader, you may raise your eyebrows and think to yourself, “Surely a man of such a name is a relation to the great landscape painter John Constable, or perhaps to the famed master of light, J.M.W. Turner!” And indeed, you would be correct. For William John Constable-Turner was the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on one's perspective) cousin of both.
In the misty docks of Portsmouth, in the autumn of 1805, there stood a young artist, John William Constable-Turner, a lesser-known cousin to both John Constable and J.M.W. Turner, two of the most acclaimed artists of their generation. While his cousins found fame in capturing the English countryside and the sublime power of the sea, Constable-Turner’s own work lay somewhere in between—his love for nature matched only by his admiration for the grandeur of naval warfare.