Diary of a Rakish Highwayman: Entry the Twelfth

ENTRY: the TWELFTH

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TO KILL A KING & CROWN A CRIMINAL
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MAKEUP & MULLIGRUBS

‘…however confident one may be in the security of a well thought out and well proven system of protecting oneself from harm, fate still deals its occasional dirty hand.’
R_ Highwayman

2nd May 17_  A.M. Weather – abominable, breakfast – tolerable, the previous night’s company – sensational. The evening last spent at the Playhouse with Saucy Susan, the new understudy to Frivolous Fanny. A most talent’d young lady, whose ability to perform on and off stage is a marvel both to behold and experience. NOTE: Particularly memorable for her accomplish’d depth when practicing a private ‘Aria’ on me. NOTE: Also thoroughly enjoy’d the encore.

Was on the point of taking my draught of breakfast ale when, to my great annoyance, was interrupt’d by Penny Puddings grasping a rather grubby looking letter.

Recently heard from Thos. Boghurst, viz. one of my informers, that my nemesis in the underworld, viz. Tyler, has reestablish’d himself around Seven Dials. My last dealing with Tyler, at Bow Street’s request, was my rescue of a young lady he held captive. Quite a daring rescue I most readily admit, which, with the aid of the Chimera and Crow, result’d in the fatal shooting of several of Tyler’s gang members…and burning down his residence. I thence fled to the coast till the matter, and the embers, had cool’d down. Thus, myself having been back in London for some time since my coastal foray, was not surpris’d the letter Penny Puddings hand’d me turn’d out to be from Tyler himself, and which read as follows:

‘Dear Highwayman,

The recent news of your return to London prompts me to request immediate amends for our last meeting. By this I refer to your hand in my fail’d ransom attempt, the killing of some of my most experienced employees, and for the burning down of my home. Not to mention that smaller yet equally aggravating matter of your robbing me earlier in the year last. So I now inform you that I have under close protection a covey of young ladies of your most intimate acquaintance. Namely three molls from your most frequent’d bawdy house. I have you now under close observation with every eye and ear under my control. If you even consider an attempt’d rescue, they will, at the slightest whisper of it, be immediately dispatch’d, their bodies thrown into the Thames, and their place of work burn’d to the ground with all the men and women inside lock’d therein. As you will have deduced from the delivery of this letter, I now know precisely who you really are, and the same shall be made public should you contradict any of my demands.

You will receive a letter deliver’d to you at the Fox’s Brush in the evening two days hence, explaining how these young ladies may be releas’d unharm’d.

T’

Sent out immediate communications to John Crow and the Chimera to meet with me at the Fox’s Brush. Upon their arrival, show’d them Tyler’s letter. An hour later, a second letter arrived, and its contents were simple, if not somewhat extravagant. Tyler, considering himself ‘King’ of Seven Dials, and of its criminal environs, viz. London, demand’d we steal the Royal Crown from the Tower of London. It being, according to Tyler’s arrogance, both fitting for himself, and appropriate payment for my previous actions against him. Upon safe delivery of the crown to Tyler, the three captive ladies would be releas’d unharm’d. Appearing to have little choice but follow Tyler’s instructions, proceed’d to plan the same.  NOTE: My true name and title proving far too useful in society, and on occasion at Court to risk its disgrace. Withholding it from my diaries on that account lest they be read by the wrong sort. NOTE: However popular it may prove with some of the more avant-garde ladies at Court.

THE NEW BLOOD: 6th May, 17_ After much debate and prologued analysis of the Jewel House and of the Tower, all agreed on the need for another crew member to help finalise and operate the plan. So, for my grandest of schemes thus far, recruit’d an old friend, viz. Charles Blood. Having been abroad for some years, Blood recently return’d to England after a successful taradiddle. Apparently, Blood convinced a Spanish nobleman into buying from him…a large portion of the Palace of Versailles.

Upon retiring for the night, King Louis found the Spaniard sitting up in his bed dipping a macaron into a draught of chocolate. The King was further enraged when the Spaniard, upon seeing the King, mistook him for one of his servants (who were part of the contract of purchase) and demand’d more pink macarons as the green ones were not to his taste. NOTE: Personally, am particularly fond of the green ones.

Charles Blood was not just the descendant of an infamous Bawd of the 1670s, but also of Colonel Thomas Blood, viz. who in 1671 became the only man to ever steal the Crown Jewels. Charles, having inherit’d Thomas’s cunning (and illegitimate last name) was perfect for the job. NOTE: Although Colonel Blood only managed to get the Crown Jewels just outside the Tower walls before his capture, he still pull’d off a most difficult taradiddle, although a little brutal in its handling. NOTE: ‘Tis common knowledge that Colonel Blood was mysteriously pardon’d after some private words between himself and King Charles II, though the reason for his Royal pardon has never been known.

MY GREATEST TARADIDDLE: 7th May, 17_ This taraddidle being somewhat more dangerous than average, and that it may be as fully record’d herein in the event of my UNLIKELY DEATH, I am, from this point onwards, inking it every day or two. It also being of significant cunning, and many lives depend on its success, I am initially having to omit certain details until the first phase of my plan is complete. These omissions being made lest this diary fall into the wrong hands.

Thus with Charles Blood part of our crew, hurried forth to recruit one of London’s finest thespianic sensations, viz. Frivolous Fanny. Notable not just for her fine acting, but also for her makeup abilities. These ‘tis said can turn even the ugliest of faces into the finest of characters…or the very very worst. Met in her dressing room and persuaded her into joining my crew by practicing a tongue twisting duet entitled ‘Six of One, and Thee Threes of the Other’. NOTE: Saucy Susan attempt’d to join in with the chorus. NOTE: Which rather ruin’d the title.

From thence, Fanny, together with her understudy Saucy Susan, both arm’d with a large makeup box, and I with another, hurried forth to improve the look of a corpse John Crow had collect’d from the anatomists. NOTE: For the first time in Fanny’s theatrical career, achieving a pale complexion on her fellow ‘actor’ prov’d little problem.

With all the necessary elements in place to steal the Crown from the Tower of London, we began our operation from both sides of the Tower walls. The Chimera, dress’d most respectably, tarried forth to the Jewel House to admire the Crown Jewels. There ‘met’ a another newly draft’d in accomplice, viz. the newly made-over corpse whom I’d placed seat’d on a bench outside the Jewel House. NOTE: Though of what the fellow died is unknown to us, but one hopes it’s not still CONTAGIOUS.

The Chimera, waiting with her ‘husband’, made a great display of concern at his swift decline of health. Being inevitably more practical to leave him outside, continued into the Jewel House alone. Once therein she explain’d with the utmost concern and deep sincerity how her husband had been greatly desirous to view the Crown Jewels having travell’d from West London that very morning. Yet, to her great surprise, he had been unexpectedly forced to wait outside due to his declining health. Still feeling concern’d about her sick husband, half way through her viewing ask’d most earnestly if the Keeper would send a Warder to check on his condition.

To the Keeper’s kindness, he oblig’d. Shortly after, a brandy-faced Warder return’d. Appearing somewhat awkward and unsure what to say to the Chimera, exchanged some brief words with the Keeper of the Tower before making his hasty exit. The latter took the Chimera aside, and sitting her down, uncomfortably explain’d to her that her husband had pass’d away. Being both shock’d and overcome at this unexpect’d news, she was swiftly taken from the Jewel House to a private room for consoling.

THE SECOND GREAT PLAGUE OF LONDON: Having hidden myself within the Tower, I will now, with the aid of news reports and official letters, ink the many events that unfold’d during my time at and around the Tower. As report’d in the news sheets deliver’d there, London was to suffer the greatest threat it had experienced for over one hundred years, which became known as – ‘The Second Great Plague of London’.

With an applaudable performance of convincing grief, and her well hidden fear at the onset of fever making her feel quite unwell, the Chimera demand’d a physician inspect the body there at the Tower…and discretely herself. Knowing of the proficient and highly experienced Dr. Haygarth, the Chimera insist’d that he be sent for. This was done, and after Dr. Haygarth closely inspect’d the body, point’d to the buboes under the dead fellow’s armpits, and declared him dead of plague. If this was not terrifying enough for all present, the sudden discovery of several more plague victims found dead within the confines of the Tower sent everyone into immediate panic.

Dr. Haygarth, being well experienced in plague, demand’d, without exception, that all who had contact with the victims be immediately confin’d to their rooms. Furthermore, and against the many protestations of the Keeper of the Tower, Haygarth further demand’d the entire Tower be lock’d down, with nobody going in, nor out, without direct authority of the King himself. NOTE: Such action was certainly the safest and most necessary procedure, for if the plague spread beyond the Tower, it could sweep throughout London quicker than the French Pox in Seven Dials.

Haygarth, explaining how he was unable to contract plague having once survived it, left immediately to inform the King, and took with him a letter from the Keeper of the Tower explaining the current state of affairs, and the severity of the threat to London. By the P.M., Haygarth return’d accompanied by an impeccably dress’d and extremely eloquent gentleman by the name of Sr. Wm. Fitzroy. The latter came bearing letters of introduction written in the King’s hand to both the Keeper of the Tower and of the Jewel House. The King, having appoint’d Sr. Wm. Fitzroy his sole representative in the matter, charged him with relaying all communications between the Tower and the Palace. Haygarth, in the same, was appoint’d sole Physician to the Tower for the duration of the plague, and was the only individual allow’d liberty of the Tower. This, the King’s letter explain’d, was on account of his previous experience with the disease, and excellent procedure follow’d in his insistence on locking down the Tower.

Thus, with the Tower gone into lockdown, the Chimera was now trapp’d within, and unable to reach the outside world until the plague subsided, or she herself fatally fell to its miasmic clutches. As with everyone within the Tower, the Chimera gather’d as many herbs as she could and frantically began making pomanders to hang about her chamber to prevent contagion. The invisible enemy, viz. disease, cannot be as easily fought as a Seven Dials ruffian.

Knowing Tyler would inevitably place a spy within the Tower to keep watchful eyes on us, kept myself hidden cunningly within the Tower in order to identify him. Frivolous Fanny and Saucy Susan, both of whom had arrived earlier that day with the pretence of visiting the Menagerie, also remain’d hidden inside with me. Thus, while everyone within the Tower swiftly learn’d of the plague outbreak, myself, now with the aid of Fanny and Susan as the Chimera was taken ill, began our efforts in identifying Tyler’s spy. NOTE: As well as several other undertakings still requiring their makeup skills.

NO NEWS LIKE BAD NEWS: 8th May,  17_ Awoke in the lower reaches of the Tower betwixt Frivolous Fanny and Saucy Susan. Susan, being of somewhat adventurous disposition, insist’d on trying out some dungeon manacles the night last. NOTE: She proved somewhat displeas’d that I’d forgotten to release her before I fell asleep. NOTE: Fanny mind’d not, however.

The morning post was deliver’d in profusion to the Tower, and all those lock’d herein read in shock of what was spreading though London in the West: In the LONDON POST:

’9th May,  17_ A larger than average outbreak of plague is currently gripping London in the West, and spreading outwards at fearful speed. His Majesty the King, currently in London, has thus far made no public declaration regarding the matter, neither has he declared any imminent decision for himself or the Royal Family to depart London. It has been report’d and observed that many in West London have been struck down, the total number being estimated in the low hundreds. With the numbers growing at increasing speed, it is strongly advised to avoid the effect’d areas. The number of effect’d, although high, is currently below those of the early days of the Great Plague so infamous in the previous century.’

Spent the night creeping around the Jewel House and making notes of the various treasure therein, while also searching for Tyler’s spy, and identified him. Being of paramount importance he knew little of our overall plan, kept a watchful eye on his movements lest he learn of and reveal our taraddidle.

10th May, 17_ A.M. The King’s emissary, viz. Sr. Wm. Fitzroy, brought his daily letter from the King as follows:

‘To the Keeper of the Tower,

10th May, 17 _ I hope this letter finds yourself and all those who have, by God’s Grace, been so far saved from the ravages of plague still strong of spirit, and faithful of heart in the Lord’s will. Sir William Fitzroy, appoint’d emissary between yourself and I, has, together with your own letters, been most efficient in his communications thus far regarding the sad state of affairs that currently hold you in such endangered isolation.

However, this isolation will continue to stand until I conclude the danger to London be safely over. Despite the speed by which the plague is spreading in the West, the importance of containing the plague within the Tower and preventing it spreading to the City is of paramount importance. Any who leave the Tower without my express authority will be convict’d and punish’d appropriately to their offense.

George R.’

The King having made it clear that none would be given their liberty from the Tower, the Chimera had to occupy herself within as best as she could until, according to the letter from King, the threat of plague was over. Tyler’s spy having already identified the Chimera placed her, Fanny, Susan and myself in potential danger. By good fortune however, his fear of contracting plague kept him safely in his room for most of the day and night. Until new copies of the LONDON POST were deliver’d, when like a beetle emerging from the dirt, he scuttled out to read the latest.

Each day brought more plague bodies to light within the Tower, with each of the unaffected wondering if they would be next. NOTE: Have now had quite enough of foul smelling bodies.

12th May, 17_ A.M. Today’s copies of the LONDON POST deliver’d to the Tower report’d the following:

’12th May, 17_The recent outbreak of plague continues to spread, with daily bills of mortality increasing within every parish in the West. Thus far the number of deaths according to the bills is 4023. Public rumour that His Majesty (still currently residing in London) has taken ill with suspect’d plague remain unconfirm’d, with no formal confirmation of this having been yet releas’d from the Palace…’

With news of the King’s rumoured ill health, those here at Tower have become steadily more fearful of their own lives, most rarely leaving their rooms. Those who do, often gaze into London from the many vantage points around the Tower so they may better observe any signs of plague reaching the outside world. According to the news reports, it was spreading outward from the West, yet from their view into London, had not yet reach’d the world immediately beyond the Tower. It appear’d to all, that the Chimera and her husband, viz. corpse, had brought the infection from West London into the Tower. NOTE: John Crow was assured by the anatomists the corpse was no longer infectious.

P.M. Sr. Wm. Fitzroy once again return’d with the following letter form the Palace.

‘To the Keeper of the Tower,

12th May 17_ …You will no doubt have read the news reports concerning His Majesty’s health, and that this is a result of plague now so prevalent in West London. Although we have yet to make a public statement regarding this matter, We confirm that His Majesty is suffering from the disease, and at present displays no sign of improvement. His physicians are attempting many and varied methods of treatment, and until such time as his health returns, all communication between the Tower shall be the responsibility of His Majesty’s Privy Council. All procedures and responsibilities placed upon you, and those currently within the Tower that were order’d in His Majesty’s former letters to you still stand. You are command’d only to communicate with The Lord President of the Council via Sr. Wm. Fitzroy, and are still, by His Majesty’s command, to remain within the Tower.

The Lords of His Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council’

13th May, 17_ Tyler’s spy on the inside, having identified the now sick and feverish Chimera, kept as close an eye on her as he could lest our plan to steal the Royal Crown contradict’d any of Tyler’s demands. Being in mortal fear of plague, he, together with the Keeper of the Jewel House, was not surprised when the Chimera awoke this A.M. and call’d most earnestly for Dr. Haygarth. She appear’d deathly pale, and after Haygarth’s inspection in the company of the Keeper’s of the Tower and the Jewel House, explain’d his diagnosis. Her inevitable close contact with her husband provided her little chance of withstanding contagion, and she was struck down with plague.

14th May, 17_ The Chimera’s health having drastically worsen’d today. It being a great shock to see. Spent as much time with her as I could without being discover’d. Losing her composure for a brief moment, the Chimera began a somewhat prolong’d and feverish ranting monologue about how the mastership of her art and the many accomplishments she had achieved were too great for her to meet such an end. Demanding to be releas’d from the Tower, she was declined. By the P.M., in the company of the Keeper’s of the Tower and Jewel House, Dr. Haygarth watchwatch’d as the Chimera’s one blue and one green eye slowly closed. With greater emotion than he’d shown with any other plague victim, pronounced her dead with the following: “As the butterfly improves the Summer with its fleeting yet colourful vibrance, the time we here knew this lady was our brief Summer.” It seems that however confident one may be in the security of a well thought out and well proven system of protecting oneself from harm, fate still deals its occasional dirty hand. NOTE: For such a courageous and talent’d lady such as her to die of plague is almost impossible to believe.

15th May, 17_ A.M. While the Chimera’s body was laid among the other corpses, Sr. Wm. Fitzroy’s Letter communicated the following shocking news:

‘To the Keeper of the Tower,

15th May 17_ … It is the duty of the Lords of His Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council to inform you of the death of His Late Majesty King George. His physicians, despite continued and persevering efforts to save him, were unable to prevent the plague from proving fatal.

In order to maintain stability of Government during this terrible time, all haste has and will continue in the planning of a swift Coronation Ceremony for His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales.

As with His Late Majesty’s Coronation, the Crown, State Regalia et. al. will be collect’d and transport’d from the Tower to the Royal Robing Room at Westminster on the morning of the Coronation.

The Lords of His Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council’

16th May, 17_ With terror constantly report’d in the news sheets deliver’d to the Tower concerning ‘The Second Great Plague of London’, and the daily discovery of more victims within the Tower all those trapp’d herein have began to look upon what they valued most dearly before they too fell victims to plague. For a young steward and a maid, this was each other. So in the A.M., the melancholy was for everyone briefly lift’d, when, with the permission of the Keeper of the Tower, the two were married in the Tower’s Chapel Royal of St. Peter ad Vincula. A happy affair, the celebrations filled with as much jollity as possible under such circumstances. NOTE: Sadly neither had the monies nor opportunity to acquire the other a wedding ring.

17th May, 17_ Thus far, the many bodies of plague victims found within the Tower have been temporarily stored, until safety permitted them buried outside the Tower. Due to their increasing number, and the pending Coronation, Dr. Haygarth suggest’d he remove them from the Tower to make the air safer for the morrow’s collection of the Crown and State Regalia. The Keeper of the Tower agreed, and in the P.M. Dr. Haygarth load’d a large cart with bodies, including that of the late Chimera, and trundled slowly out of the Tower. The gates were lock’d securely behind, keeping everyone still inside, unable to leave until grant’d permission from the Privy Council.

Shortly after, Dr. Haygarth paused his journey and made a brief examination of the bodies. Removing the lid of one coffin with a crowbar, was welcomed by the following statement from therein. “For what need could you have possibly conceived the necessity to nail down the lid! I can assure you it does nothing to prevent the smell of corpses you and your intimate friends from the Playhouse so convincingly made-up to look like plague victims!” To wit I replied. “Forgive me, but I thought the Chimera would prefer a secure and undisturb’d rest for her journey”. The response – “Well I did not!”

The contraction of a now past fever from the corpse we’d made up as her husband added that extra ‘je ne sais quoi’ to the Chimera’s death scene. This she had perform’d in front of the two Keepers and Tyler’s onlooking spy, and would have made Frivolous Fanny proud after her brief acting lessons. NOTE: Am most pleas’d my task of releasing the many other corpses around the Tower, which we have on loan from the anatomists, is now fully over. NOTE: One hopes the Tower will not reuse the many ale barrels we used to smuggle in and hide the many deceas’d.

After also letting both Frivolous Fanny and Saucy Susan out of their coffins, cast off my disguise as Dr. Haygarth. Crow arrived, present’d my sword to me, my pistols, green frockcoat, and gold trimmed tricorn. Thank’d Crow with the following. “First rate job on all those forged letters and newspapers Blood and yourself so promptly deliver’d each day.” His reply. “Some of my finest work I’d say. But printers ink is almost impossible to remove from ones fingers, just look at em – I should be called ‘Black Crow’!” Thence, after storing the cart and its decomposing contents, Crow, the Chimera and myself rode pell-mell to prepare for the next great phase of our plan.

18th May, 17_ A.M. Awoke and breakfasted like a King, then departed to crown one. Met with Blood, still cast in his role as the King’s emissary Sir William Fitzroy, and together with Crow, departed for the Tower. The Chimera removing herself to the Palace.

Arrived at the Tower, and trundled our way through the gates in our secure and heavily armed carriage. Sr. Wm. Fitzroy, viz. Blood, after presenting his daily letters to the Keepers of the Tower and the Jewel House, was accompanied by a gaggle of warders into the Jewel House. Therein presented another letter from the King to the Keeper. The contents ordered five gold gemstone rings and a necklace composed of pink and blue diamonds be taken from the Jewel House and transported together with the State Regalia. These, the King explain’d, were intended as coronation gifts for various deserving individuals including both Sr. Wm. Fitzroy, and Dr. Haygarth. In their case, due to the King’s grateful thanks and acknowledgment of their stalwart work during the continuing plague epidemic. The whole were then placed in two large trunks, and loaded into the carriage by four stout looking Warders.

We then all departed in our respective roles, with the Tower still firmly lock’d down, nobody else going in nor out till the King command’d. Stopp’d the coach and divided our forces. Blood with all but the Royal Crown and a small bag still lock’d safely within the coach, shook the reigns and drove onwards to the Palace, there to meet the Chimera and the King.

En-route in a second coach to deliver the crown to Tyler, Crow and I made a couple of brief stops. The first being for me to deliver, with the utmost anonymity, the gift of the pink and blue diamond necklace to the Lady of the Fans. The second to arrange delivery of two gemstone rings to the two young newlyweds whose wedding I had attend’d as Dr. Haygarth while at the Tower. The remaining rings having been divided among myself, Blood, Crow and the Chimera. NOTE: During my time at the Tower, had made successful drawings of the aforemention’d treasures, and convincing copies made. These were exchang’d with the originals and placed with the remaining State Regalia once we had it aboard our carriage.

Whilst Crow drove the carriage to Seven Dials, I sat within updating this diary, not knowing if it will be my last opportunity, as Tyler’s ability to keep his word is yet unproven.

The Chimera, already at the Palace, was informing the King of the theft of the Crown Jewels. Our reinvent’d tale being that Tyler, the self-styled King of the London underworld, was himself responsible for the theft by means of a fake outbreak of plague. With the arrival of Blood delivering the Crown Jewels to the King as proof, the Chimera will already have shown him the many letters from both the Keeper of the Tower and the Jewel House. Tyler being additionally incriminated by his own hand, with the letter sent to myself ordering me to steal the Crown. NOTE: By some ‘accident’, the top of the letter, on which my name was address’d, seem’d to have been torn off.

Tyler’s spy within the Tower, and who, as with the remainder of its occupance, is still safely lock’d therein, will also be incriminated. His false charge? Distributing the many corpses made up to look like plague victims. The makeup boxes hidden beneath his bed being proof enough. NOTE: The King being also inform’d how we, myself, viz. under my non-alias, were unable to rescue the crown, which can be found at Tyler’s safe house in Seven Dials. NOTE: One can only imagine how, once all arrest’d, they will be treat’d by the gaolers et.al. for having instill’d so much fear of plague upon them.

The King will inevitably dispatch an immediate heavily arm’d force to retrieve the crown, and arrest Tyler and his gang members at Seven Dials. Thus, my final task being to personally deliver the crown to Tyler, and see the safe release of the three young ladies he holds there captive. Have sharpen’d my sword, and primed my pistols in grave anticipation of a melee. NOTE: Also prepared a special bundle to deliver with the crown as discretely as possible. Its dead weight being somewhat cumbersome.

SUPPLEMENTAL
Written by
JOHN CROW
 Friend & member of the Highwayman’s Crew

19th May, 17_  I am completing this diary for the gentleman whom I consider my greatest friend.

Upon arriving at Seven Dials, waited while R_ Highwayman enter’d Tyler’s safe house with an unusually large bundle slung over his shoulder. Not long after, the three ladies Tyler held captive were push’d outside, and after some hasty explanation, I usher’d them safely into the carriage. Waited for R_ Highwayman, but nothing. Noticed him and Tyler at an upstairs window begin an exchange of blades. At the same time, the King’s men arrived with Blood and the Chimera. Like a swarm of bees descending into a jar of honey, the King’s men swept into Tyler’s safe house. Could hear many shots being fired, and smoke begin to appear from the windows and front door.

Tyler was dragg’d out, badly wounded but alive, it being impossible for him to plead innocence while clutching the Royal Crown in one hand. Tyler’s gang members were also dragg’d from the building, and placed into secure prison carriages. The house continued to burn, and unable then to enter the flames, watch’d as it became engulf’d by them.

I write with a heavy heart, as the charred remains of the only body later found therein must only be that of my friend. He was the finest highwayman, tarradiddler and libertine London has seen for over a century. I could here write a eulogy of his skill, charm and wit, but his own words in these diary entries are his greatest testament.

I now go to tie up loose ends by departing now for the anatomists, one hopes they will forgive the discrepant number of corpses they supplied us, and the number return’d, we seem to have lost one somewhere. There to settle up for the use of them as we’d paid on account. One hopes they still offer a bulk discount.

SUPPLEMENTAL
Written by
The CHIMERA
Friend & member of the Highwayman’s Crew

22nd May, 17_ After the arrest of Tyler and his gang members, all were immediately sent to the Tower under charges of Treason. Tyler’s spy, whom I’d spent some time avoiding while there, has also been arrest’d and imprison’d. A most fitting if not poetic end to all.

Unlike Colonel Thomas Blood in 1671, Tyler receiv’d no Royal Pardon. We, on the other hand, are most grateful to the King for bestowing such a handsome reward upon us all for stealing the Crown Jewels.

One imagines our adventure will never make the news sheets. Nor future pages of an antiquaries’ annals for this century. Yet the current cover-up of this affair is most understandable.

R_ Highwayman’s share of the reward was given to a young couple who formerly work’d at, and were married in the Tower. They having receiv’d a letter from an anonymous gentleman stating that an unclaim’d reward is currently being held by me. The letter, apparently included two rings, as they had not been in a position to acquire any for their wedding.

The letter suggest’d they purchase and rebuild a burnt out building in Seven Dials (Tyler’s safe house) with the reward money. This I gave them, and they are currently undertaking its refurbishment with the intent of opening a new drinking establishment named – THE CROWN. They have since been inform’d by the anonymous gentleman, that he hopes to attend its merry opening, and is looking forward to sampling some Crown Ale.

END
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VOLUME: the FIRST

POST SCRIPT: the RAKISH HIGHWAYMAN may return…

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According to a wanted poster outside a charming little bawdy house…I’m dangerous, unapproachable and worth 200 Guineas to swing. According to others I’m a rogue, a rake and libertine. The truth is I am a  gentleman, and I extract guineas, jewels and valuables from those who don’t deserve them. Gin Lane and Beer Streets are my locals, the road is my office, the 18th century is my home.

18th Century Women’s Hairstyling…Today

ROB LUCAS presents you with HUZZAR’s video and photo-shoot on 18th Century women’s hair styling today.

Daniel Bryant putting the finishing touches to Poppy Baker’s hair.

IF THERE’S one thing that pulls a great look together, it’s the hair. For the modern revival of 18th century style, this can be challenging for many to achieve, but for the talented hair stylist Daniel Bryant, it was an astounding success.

After some research into women’s hair of the 18th century, a scaled down version typical of both wig and natural hairstyles from the period was decided upon, with one exception…no wig.

Poppy Baker has already managed to achieve her own excellent take on 18th century hair, but was keen to take it to another level. Daniel Bryant, whose Salon is based in Chingford, is a highly experienced hair stylist, and after he heard of the concept, was keen to be involved. Kindly offering to sponsor a HUZZAR video capturing the hair being styled, the video was shot at Daniel Bryant’s salon while he worked skilfully on Poppy Baker’s hair. Utilising UNITE hair styling tools and products, UNITE generously contributed some of their range to help achieve a successful result.

Rob Lucas taking stills while filming the video.

Working together, myself, Daniel Bryant and Poppy Baker finalised the desired look before Daniel started work.

Taking over an hour and a half to achieve, Daniel utilised many different techniques to achieve the finished hairstyle. These included curling, micro-crimping, back combing,  pinning, and generous use of white theatrical hair and wig powder.

The end result was simply stunning, and the epitome of 18th century women’s elegance. The fashions and styles of the 18th century can, as Daniel’s skill and HUZZAR’s video and photographs prove, be fashionable and stylish today.

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Rob Lucas taking stills while filming the video

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Described by BBC Radio 4 as ”…a modern-day highwayman …imbued with the spirit of Europe’s opulence and theatricality of the 17th and 18th centuries.” I’m the creator of HUZZAR and live among the dreaming spires of Oxford where I studied British history and now operate my own 18th C inspired fashion label, Pimpernel. I’m also working with Adam Ant on his own clothing line, Blueblack Hussar.  Plus I’m an antique arms and militaria consultant, so work with old swords and duelling pistols. I’m inspired by just about anything historical or just damn stylish.

Sonnet for a Dandy

LADY CLARA LA CROIX here offers up to you our ingenious and stylish readers a fine sonnet musing on – THE DANDY

Enhaloed by a fragrant mist, the Dandy,
Whose chestnut ringlets curl about his eyes,
Parades before the looking glass and sighs,
Then shaking silken cuffs he sips his brandy,
“The world knows nothing of my private torment.”
Forlorn, he smooths his waistcoat’s gold brocade
And runs his fingers over crimson braid.
“A gentleman must choose the right adornment:
A coral brooch or one in lustrous yellows?”
Adjusting his cravat, his hat, his sleeves,
He marvels at the masterpiece, and leaves
For politics and tea with worldly fellows.
    Yes, coffee houses are for men of quality,
    Not foolish females and their vain frivolity.

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Lady Clara La Croix
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When she is not taking High Tea with the Oxford intelligentsia or sipping sloe gin with the sexually adventurous among the London elite, Lady Clara La Croix enjoys sonneteering, shopping for saucy accessories, and swordfighting.  She also indulges in a spot of publishing.

 

Gin Shot Georgians – or – The Gin Circle’s video Shoot for their song ‘Just Watch Me’

The Gin Circle, left to right: Ben Green, Michey Penfold and Dan Clampin.

GIN SHOT GEORGIANS
- or -
THE GIN CIRCLE’S VIDEO SHOOT FOR THEIR SONG
‘JUST WATCH ME’

- being-

ROB LUCAS recounting his tale of sword-fighting on a Camden rooftop for the Gin Circle’s latest music video.

Rob Lucas looking pirate in the Gin Circle’s video ‘Just Watch Me’.

BACK IN FEBRUARY, the emerging band the Gin Circle shot their second music video. Having been asked to be an extra, together with Poppy Baker, Joe Robertson and Eomer Sweet, I put on my frockcoat, tricorn and spurred boots and headed to London.

Formed in the summer of 2012, and originally from Leicestershire, the Gin Circle is Michey Penfold, who plays guitar and provides the vocals, Dan Clampin on bass, and Ben Green on drums.  They were described by emergingicons.com as “If the Strokes had been brought up in Leicester and schooled by the Kinks and the Stones, they may have ended up sounding a bit like this.”

Poppy Baker cooing off with a flutter from her fan at the Gin Circle’s video shoot for ‘Just Watch Me’. Photo by Joe Robertson

The video for their new song Just Watch Me, filmed above a pub in Camden was to open with some brief shots of myself and Eomer Sweet fighting a roof top duel. As the theme for the video was ‘what’s wrong with the youth of today’, donning my disguise as the ‘Rakish Highwayman’ (and later something of a rock and roll pirate), and getting a quick shot of the first crossing blades seemed most fitting. Being January, it was of course raining, then sleeting, then raining, then snowing, then sleeting, then snowing again, as is the English tradition that time of year. Despite the wet, Poppy Baker successfully managed to prevent her well powdered hair from collapsing like melting ice cream.

Upon arrival above a pub, we were shown to a top room where we could put the finishing touches to our clothing, which in my case meant putting on my sword and pistols. Despite suffering from a cracked rib at the time (nothing would have held me back from being part of such a fun and adventurous day) I climbed what was the most rickety looking extendable ladder I think I’ve ever seen and pulled myself through the hatch onto the roof. While I stood (in the rain) admiring the view over Camden, the Directer Patrick Chamberlain and the Director of Photography Joseph Gainsborough and the band made their necessary adjustments and discussed what they planned to do.

The weather being what it was, I was dressed sufficiently for the occasion. But I couldn’t help but admire the band’s stalwart enthusiasm when standing in the cold and wet with Mickey Penfold barefooted wearing a very thin spacesuit, and Dan Clampin and Ben Green both bare chested apart from fur coats fully open at the front.

Rob Lucas and Eomer Sweet clashing blades on a Camden roof terrance in the Gin Circle’s video ‘Just Watch Me’.

Once the slow-motion camera started rolling, I drew my sword and crossed blades as I fought on despite the rain…and the odd twinge of pain from my cracked rib. Once we had shot the necessary scene, and most likely to the confusion and surprise of any in Camden who could see us on the roof from their windows, we headed back down the rickety ladder to dry off, warm up, and begin a game which until that point was completely new to me… ‘beer pong’.

Michey Penfold taking aim during ‘Beer Pong’ .

For those of you not familiar with the game, beer pong is, and as can be seen in the video, a game with the simple idea of throwing a ping pong ball into the beer filled cups of your opponent. If successful then your opponent downs his cup. A game far trickier than it looks! At one point, while aiming my ping pong ball missile, the classic James Bond image of Bond in a casino about to throw the dice sprung to mind. So I held the ping pong ball towards Poppy Baker saying…”kiss it for luck”. This she did most elegantly and feeling it must have added some lady luck to my throw, hurled it across the table towards the cups. I missed – so fortunately never made it into the final cut. 

Joe Robertson during ‘beer pong’, with the Rakish Highwayman looking on from the shadows.

Everything is better with gin.

This then evolved into a decadent party with much drinking and dancing while we were all filmed in our various guises,  myself by then having evolved into some form of rock and roll pirate character!

Eomer Sweet and Rob Lucas in the Gin Circle’s video ‘Just Watch Me’.

The Gin Circle’s influences among others are the Stones, the Kinks,  and the Clash, and in the case of the latter influence, Just Watch Me certainly has a slight punk feel to it, but with a modern edge.  Visually, apart from us Georgian’s as extras, and Joe Robertson’s slight steampunk inspired look, there was an interesting blend of clothing styles among the other extras, including at one stage a guy wearing a gas mask. With the ever increasing interest in 18th century fashion, the inclusion of a little Georgian flair in the video was both an effective idea of the band and director, and a great example of how 18th century style is becoming evermore popular.

The Gin Circle, left to right: Dan Clampin, Michey Penfold and Ben Green.

Everyone involved, from the band members to the other extras, the director, and the cameraman were all wonderfully fun and encouraging at every moment, even if they were probably nearly swiped with a sword on a few occasions. Without a doubt everyone got themselves well into character and all thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Rob Lucas taking aim in the Gin Circle’s video ‘Just Watch Me’.

The last take was shot and we Georgians decamped to a local restaurant for dinner, still dressed in all our finery. Not surprisingly we were asked by the waiter if we were actors form a local stage. We explained our ensembles by recounting the days events and plugging the band…even though we often dress like that on average days!

Left to right: Joe Robertson, Eomer Sweet, Rob Lucas and Poppy Baker.

I felt very honoured to be part of  the video shoot, and my appreciation goes out to the band and the crew for such a wonderfully fun day, one I’ll certainly remember.

Their next gig is on Saturday April 13th at the 229 Venue 2, London, and is well worth catching if you can. You can follow the Gin Circle on Twitter and visit their Facebok Page for more gig dates and upcoming events.

Just Watch Me was written and performed by the Gin Circle
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jamie Ward -www.jamiewardproducer.co.uk
Director – Patrick Chamberlain - www.patrick-chamberlain.com
DoP – Joseph Gainsborough - www.josephgainsborough.com
Art Director: Christopher Pigott- www.christopherpigott.com

CLICK BELOW to view Just Watch Me by the Gin Circle

 

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Editor
Described by BBC Radio 4 as ”…a modern-day highwayman …imbued with the spirit of Europe’s opulence and theatricality of the 17th and 18th centuries.” I’m the creator of HUZZAR and live among the dreaming spires of Oxford where I studied British history and now operate my own 18th C inspired fashion label, Pimpernel. I’m also working with Adam Ant on his own clothing line, Blueblack Hussar.  Plus I’m an antique arms and militaria consultant, so work with old swords and duelling pistols. I’m inspired by just about anything historical or just damn stylish  Follow @pimpernel1789

BAROQUE IN BRITAIN

ROB LUCAS – 18th Century inspired fashion designer and editor of HUZZAR recently appeared on BBC Radio 4′s series Baroque in Britain. 

A series on 17th and 18th Century design in modern Britain, in Episode 5, Rob Lucas talks about period fashion on the modern streets, together with his love of an age with more opulent, rich and romantic fashion.

Also featured are Michael Howells and Oriel Harwood. Michael Howells has designed Baroque themed sets for Galiano, Louis Vuitton, and the film director Peter Greenaway. Oriel Harwood creates modern Baroque inspired sculpture and furniture. Both discuss their reasons for being inspired by the Baroque.

“Did the Baroque really die out for good or might it still be with us today? Tim Marlow meets a sculptor, a set designer and a modern-day highwayman, all of them imbued with the spirit of Europe’s opulence and theatricality of the 17th and 18th centuries.”

LISTEN NOW to Baroque in Britain Episode 5 via the BBC iPlayer below.

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Rob Lucas
Editor
The creator of HUZZAR, I live among the dreaming spires of Oxford where I studied British history and now operate my own 18th century inspired fashion label, Pimpernel. I’m also working with Adam Ant on his own clothing line, Blueblack Hussar.  Plus I’m an antique arms and militaria consultant, so work with old swords and duelling pistols. I’m inspired by just about anything historical or just damn stylish.
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Adam Ant’s Video for ‘Cool Zombie’ is here

Adam Ant performing at the ‘Cool Zombie’ video shoot.

THE wait is finally over. ADAM ANT’S long anticipated comeback video for his new single ‘Cool Zombie’ went live today. Having been present during its filming, making the clothes Adam wears so elegantly in it, as well as being among the audience he plays to in the video, to finally see it is a perfect moment. By perfect of course, I don’t just mean to see my work on screen – but really to see Adam looking and sounding so great in his first video in 17 years. A successful comeback to which I loudly say – HUSSAH!

In case you missed it first time around, here is a post I wrote about my experiences during the video shoot, together with some behind the scenes photographs I took that day: Cool Audience for Cool Zombie

Rob Lucas
Editor
The creator of HUZZAR, I live among the dreaming spires of Oxford where I studied British history and now operate my own 18th century inspired fashion label, Pimpernel. I’m also working with Adam Ant on his own clothing line, Blueblack Hussar.  Plus I’m an antique arms and militaria consultant, so work with old swords and duelling pistols. I’m inspired by just about anything historical or just damn stylish.
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Diary of a Rakish Highwayman: Entry the Eleventh

ENTRY: the ELEVENTH

-being-

AN ARTIST, A TURNIP & A SHAM
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THE PRINCE’S MISTRESS FRAMED

PART: the SECOND

18th December, 17_ To continue the tale I first inked the day last, I pick up where I left off, Viz, to put down Molly who I had picked up. The morning after, Joshua Lawrence continued with the painting, while I, with all the artistry of my own natural calling, and with the most sincerest of passion, continued in the rites of Venus. 

Thence, to a new ‘milliners’ to give an opinion on their latest offerings. My former best tricorn having been shot through by Rear- Admiral Vavasour during a duel in August last, felt a great eagerness to try something new. Thus being shown several models, chose one with a most elegant countenance, and spent a good hour trying it out from every angle. It being a good fine piece to look upon, with both the front and rear proving most pleasing to the eye below the lace, especially when viewed full width.

THE BAIT BITTEN: Two weeks thereafter, the painting now complete, the next stage in our sham was set into play. Thus Crow, cast as ‘Monsieur Pagerie’ did away to the Palace to meet the King. Upon arrival, was shown hastily to His Majesty who was occupying himself by shaking a short piece string in front of his pet cat Sophia, Viz. a turnip. Seeming disappointed by Sophia’s reluctance to play, His Majesty did hand her to a servant with instructions to have her claws clipp’d, Viz. as he feared her motionless state was due to discomfort in her paws when walking. NOTE: Unfortunately the servant did instead away to the kitchen. 

After a few pleasantries including Pagerie’s presentation to the King of a small Dutch made wooden mouse for Sophia, they awaited the imminent arrival of Madam Bleuvert. During this brief time, His Majesty did order a small plate of cheese for the mouse, on the grounds that it must be hungry after its long journey from Holland. NOTE: Pagerie, out of respect for His Majesty, did his best to eat the cheese with cunning discretion. 

Distracting His Majesty from feeding more cheese to the mouse, and Pagerie developing a great dislike of eating the same, expressed his financial constraints and limited purchasing power thus. He, notwithstanding all the severities he had undertaken to fill his purse with the utmost he could raise, could gather but thirty thousand guineas. Yet Bleuvert was asking the Kingly sum of seventy. 

TO DIDDLE A GEORGE: His Majesty, feeling it politic to possess the painting, agreed to pay the remaining forty. His only condition – that it would remain secretly hidden with himself here in England. To so heavy a charge His Majesty did agree, and thus, upon the life of his pet cat Sophia, and his new mouse he named Cheddar,  he swore to never use it against the wishes of the French crown. Pagerie, expressing that he would  therefore concede to His Majesty’s wishes, showed him the thirty thousand guineas he had brought, and in return, His Majesty made up the remaining sum. 

Thence, with the arrival of Madam Bleuvert, the matter in hand was discussed, and Bleuvert, being every bit the epitome of her art, explained the true nature of the painting, and its scandalous content thus:

The painting was originally commissioned as a gift for King Louis XIV by his secret and hitherto unknown mistress, Viz. a lady descended from ancient French monarchy. The sitter was holding an open locket close to her breast which contained both a miniature of the King, and that of their love child. Upon its birth, the child was swiftly removed from its mother and hidden, lest he grew up to claim the title of King in the event of political turmoil. His direct male descendant is now a political favourite in France and has been stirring up a myriad of troubles for the French throne. However, by lucky fortune, he does not know of his Royal ancestry, though should it ever be so, then he would possess a powerful means to create both political and Royal divide among the French Nation. Thus whoever owns the painting, would hold the power to influence decisions of the French Crown.  

Thus all being agreed upon, Madam Bleuvert had the painting, covered in a cloth and now framed in glorious gilt, carried into the room by two servants, and placed before His Majesty. Pagerie, taking on a most convincing tone of intrigue,  did explain how the painting was of such import, and carried with it such power, and advised His Majesty not to unmask it fully until he was alone. His Majesty, after a brief look behind the cloth, agreed. They parted, Bleuvert with the seventy thousand guineas, Pagerie with a plate of cheese. 

THE BAMBOOZLE: We then to our rendezvous at the Fox’s Brush to celebrate our success, and  evenly divided the seventy thousand guineas. Mr. Lawrence, feeling happy at his earnings, and although making a brief hullabaloo about having ask’d more for the painting, he eventually settled down into a mood of joviality. Called for our supper, and dined heartily on a leg of mutton and some jugged hare. It being a cold night, and a sprinkling of snow having begun to spread upon the world – warmed ourselves within with several tankards each of Dog’s Nose, Viz, a cataclysmic blend of beer, wormwood, ginger, nutmeg, sugar and GIN. 

Having since heard of the painting’s reception by His Majesty, Viz. via a maid present at the time, it would appear that the painting fell somewhat short of expectation. 

His Majesty fully inspected his new painting only to find it to be a portrait of the mistress to the Prince of Wales. Feeling both confused, and also the victim of some confidence trickery, he thence inspected the painting still closer. The sitter, as Madam Bleuvert had explained, was wearing an open locket, and within the locket, much to His Majesty’s shock, was a small picture of Signor Dale Renatte, and another of both the mistress and the aforementioned locked within an amorous embrace. ‘Twas at this very moment that the Prince of Wales, unannounced and unexpected, entered His Majesty’s chamber. It will be of little surprise to the reader that upon the Prince seeing the painting, he did thence, with all due shock, humiliation and anger, leave to find both Signor Dale Renatte, and his mistress, Viz. while screaming a selection of abusive words and phrases about the same. 

In THE LONDON EVENING POST: 

“The day last, Miss N_, late mistress to the PRINCE OF WALES, was cast out of Court and into the rain ‘au naturel’. Her new suitor, a half Italian artist by the name of Signor Dale Renatte, and who’d lately risen to Court fame as favourite artist of HIS MAJESTY the KING, was also cast out of doors ‘au naturel’, and with little more than his paint box to hide his modest…modesty. A new painting, entitled ‘le gambe aperte e un medaglione aperto’ is now the most popular attraction at the Royal Academy. Souvenir lockets, sold by Joshua Lawrence Esq. are now available from his shop opposite the sign of the Fox’s Brush, – price 3 guineas. It has been recommended to readers of the THE LONDON EVENING POST to purchase one swiftly as their great popularity is threatening stock levels. “

THE PAW KING  AND A FAN FOUND: Despite feeling most satisfied with my recent sham, was, for some days after, suffering some subtle feelings of guilt for having scammed His Majesty. Thus, after purchasing a modest present for him, made my way thence to Court. Arrived, and was at the point of entering his Majesty’s private chambers when I was, to my great shock, swiftly stopped by two guards. According to a maid, most likely one of the maids to the lately shamed and cast out mistress, I resembled the artist who had painted the picture that had now caused so much controversy, and been a source of public embarrassment for both the Prince of Wales, and his late mistress. Despite my protestations, the eyes of disapproval and condemnation at once began to fall upon me. 

Feeling my lot was up, I was on the point of planning a few heavy blows to the guard’s jobbernoles and nutmegs, when the Lady of the Fans appeared, and, to both my great surprise and great relief, exclaimed to all as follows; “If I may most humbly defend this Gentleman, for the artist who lately painted that most scandalous picture is not he. For I had the brief misfortune to meet the artist. His countenance and poor features were such that he could never have been a Gentleman. He was little more than a scruffy unassuming rogue, a country boobie with nothing more than some regretful talent in his brush. No, Sirs, this is not he, you do, I regret, have the wrong man.” 

To my great relief I was released, and receiv’d a flurry of humble apology, to wit I accepted gracefully. Was about to thank the Lady of the Fans, when, to every direction I glanced, she had vanished. Upon the floor was her fan, which I swiftly picked up. Upon opening it, I observed the paint marks I had made during our last meeting…they was no longer there, instead was written ‘Well done, Highwayman!’ NOTE: What a fine excuse to attempt to call on her again. 

Thence continued on to my audience with His Majesty, and was receiv’d to find him dress’d all in black. Upon questioning him about his sombre attire, he sadly stated how he was in mourning for Sophia who had died a most tragic and horrid death after falling, according to one of his servants, into the stew the cook was preparing for supper. Expressed all my heartfelt condolences, then placed the large box I had brought with me before His Majesty. After expressing how I was desirous to give him a gift, opened the box and let its contents jump out. His Majesty was most pleas’d upon seeing it, even more perhaps than anticipated, in light, no doubt, due to his recent loss of Sophia. My present, -  a young Kitten, a most adorable creature, who he at once named Amelia. Made my excuses, and departed. Thence to my safe house to to spend the evening in celebration with Molly. 

In this week’s edition of THE SOCIETY JOURNAL -or- THE QUALITY’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER:

“His Majesty the King, has been observed of late confusing members of the Court by frequent demonstrations of his new pet’s skills  – Amelia. According to His Majesty, and in great contradiction to all those who have observed it, Amelia is a most miraculous turnip that to His Majesty’s great delight, can mew, purr and in all other ways behave exactly like a kitten. His great happiness  (and misinformed belief) in being given so great a gift as a mewing and purring vegetable had provided His Majesty with great pleasure. It has also, according to those who have observed this wonder, greatly eased the pain His Majesty suffered after the recent loss of his previous pet cat – Sophia. Rumours that Sophia was cooked and eaten by servants has created a great tumult at Court, nevertheless, no one responsible for the crime has yet been caught – the hunt continues…”

Rakish Highwayman is, according to wanted posters, dangerous, unapproachable and worth 200 Guineas to swing. According to others he’s a rogue, a rake and libertine. But to most he’s a Gentleman. Gin Lane and Beer Streets are his locals, the road is his office, the 18th century is his home.
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Diary of a Rakish Highwayman: Entry the Tenth

ENTRY: the TENTH

-being-

AN ARTIST, A TURNIP & A SHAM
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THE PRINCE’S MISTRESS FRAMED

PART: the FIRST

17th December, 17_ Having indulged in some hearty adventures, great shams and cunning taradiddles over the months last, I have to my great shame neglected my diary. Thus I take up my pen, and in detail, ink the most notable of my recent escapades herein, Viz. with the help of my maid Penny Puddings. NOTE: She being kind enough to stand in for the absence of my desk. which, in my current state of lethargy, I cannot inspire myself to sit at. NOTE: Miss Puddings’s ‘joues de plaisir’ proving a most effective clamp in which to balance my inkwell.

Having missed the thespianic sensations of Frivolous Fanny during my absence from the metropolis, thence to the Pleasure Gardens. There she performed a new comedic play in four acts by Gulliver Guttery, entitled SLIPS, SLIDES and EPHEMERIDES – or – THE ASTROLOGERS PURSUIT OF VENUS. An esoteric performance, the most notable scene being wherein Frivolous Fanny, cast in her role of Venus, did defy gravity, Viz. by means of some unseen mechanical trickery, to levitate some several feet above the stage and reveal her two large pale moons, much to the delight of the audience. NOTE: These my explorative hands circumnavigated later that P.M.  

STAND AND DELIVER: Although the pleasurable indulgences of Brandy Cove were, to my great surprise, both fulfilling and profitable, I felt compell’d once again to seek my good fortune upon the road. Upon hearing of a coach traveling out from London containing some members of the royal circle, rode out at a gallop to meet it. Thus with it in sight, chased it down in my usual fashion. The coachman did thence reply to my exuberant request for him and his passengers to “STAND AND DELIVER” by rudely discharging his blunderbuss. Having been unsuccessful in his defence, his better judgment brought the coach to a clumsy halt. 

With the driver safely disarmed, I to the passengers for the purpose of relieving them of their unnecessary valuables. Within was a most animated young lady, consumed with passion and ever heightening excitement, who begged me to entertain her desires…in exchange for her jewellery. These I fulfilled with little more than a kiss upon her hand, and my fingers upon her secreted pearl, Viz. the latter she gave up with a cry of pleasure upon the instant my fingers took it into my possession. 

THE BLUE ARTIST: With the remaining passengers, save one, also relieved of their guineas and other valuables, the latter, a rather depressed looking artist down on his luck, immediately exclaimed his poverty, and at once, in what was initially an unwelcome monologue, explained the nature of his current state of affairs. By means of compressing the artists’s verbose tale into a brace of digestible paragraphs, I abridge his woeful story as follows. 

TIGHT PURSE STRINGS & WAGGING TONGUES: He, a talented artist by the name of Joshua Lawrence, had for a while been the favourite painter of His Majesty King George. Having painted many portraits for the King, most of which were only half paid for, and many not at all, Mr. Lawrence had, against his own better judgment and that of his peers, fallen in love with a mistress of Prince George. Although Mr. Lawrence never conjoined his love with the young lady, and despite her vitriolic repellence of his advances, he did, none the less, maintain his enflamed passion for her at a distance. 

If this suffering was not enough for poor Mr. Lawrence, a rival artist, a Signor Dale Renatte, Viz. a villainous rogue of half Italian extraction, had used the object of Mr. Lawrence’s affection to gain favour at Court.  This he achieved by tarnishing Mr. Lawrence’s good name, and having him removed from his position, thus clearing the path for his own ascension, Viz. Mr. Lawrence thence being turned out of doors and banished from ever returning to Court. Thus it was that Mr. Lawrence, broken by the knowledge that the woman he loved had scorned him so cruelly and plotted with Signor Renatte against him (and sharing Renatte’s bed despite her being mistress to Prince George) was on his way to the coast bound for Paris, Viz. when I had stopped his coach and thus learned the aforementioned story.  

TO CUT ANOTHER SHAM: Feeling the poor artist’s pain, and seeing an opportunity for both money and amusement, I resolved to help, and immediately offered my expertise. This was readily accepted as Mr. Lawrence had read of my many successes including my now infamous extraction of the ‘Sacra Sexus Cum Veneris’ from Isaiah Fitchett back in May last. Thus sending out a communication to my infallible team of sharpers, Viz., John Crow and the Chimera, who upon immediate reception of my message, thence rode pell-mell from their abodes to aid me in conning His Majesty King George. 

THE HOOK: As the political arena is becoming a little hot under the cravat over in France at present, decided to use that as the hook. As my face is already known to His Majesty, and several others at Court, both John Crow and the Chimera were to work the inside. Both being fluent in French and knowledgable in both its customs and Court, I cast them in the roles as ‘Monsieur Pagerie’ and ‘Madam Bleuvert’. Viz. two Frenchies just lately come from France. Thus myself being known under my  more respectable civilian title at Court, briefly introduced Crow into Royal circles before I made it publicly known I was returning to the country for a brief time, Viz, really going ‘underground’ in London. 

Was upon this introduction at the Palace, amidst the colour and splendour of the Royal Court, that my eyes once again fell upon the Lady of the Fans. Her beauty as fine as my memory maintained, and dress’d, as always, in colours so intoxicating that to see her thus is akin to those blissful of human experiences such as gazing upon a fine painting, reading a beautiful poem, hearing a heavenly piece of music, or sipping the finest of wines – ‘tis intoxicating to the very soul. She, appearing to get still closer to my circle, I feared she might reveal me as the Gentleman Highwayman. So making a hasty retreat, Viz. via the privy window, unnoticed by her as she was busy regaling the company with humorous tales, I took my immediate leave.

The King, always ready to hear any suggestion how he may have some lever or stranglehold over the French, was swift to hear more about a certain painting recently come to light, and that Monsieur Pagerie was discussing to a gathering of Court ladies and gentlemen. Having come back from France, Monsieur Pagerie, being a well known art collector in Paris, was here in England to try and purchase a painting commissioned for King Louis XIV during the 17th Century. It having recently left France in the hands of a young French lady, Viz. Madam Bleuvert, who hoped to sell it to an American collector who was currently visiting England on political grounds, and who greatly desired to own it due to its potential influence over the French monarchy. 

Monsieur Pagerie explained to the company how he hoped to purchase it and return it to France, as its subject was of some significant French political importance making it dangerous should it ever be publicly known. Upon overhearing this, His Majesty requested an immediate private audience with Monsieur Pagerie. With His Majesty sitting upon a satin upholstered chair while petting a large turnip upon which was inked a face with whiskers, and which the His Majesty firmly believed to be his pet cat named Sophia, Viz. as is his current custom, he listened eagerly to Monsieur Pagerie’s tale. Thus, in his finest French accent, Pagerie drew heavy attention to the great import the painting possessed, and how politically dangerous it could be to France, as whoever owned it, should they so wish, could have political leverage over the French crown and French politics. Thus Pagerie, being a true French patriot, desired it not to fall into the wrong hands.

Thus realising the painting’s potential, His Majesty, asking the advice of Sophia, then agreed that he should help the artist purchase the painting. Monsieur Pagerie thence explained how he was due to meet Madam Bleuvert, Viz. the Chimera in a fortnight’s time. Pagerie and His Majesty agreed the time, the place to be at the Palace, and thus taking leave of the His Majesty, my own role was swiftly put into play.  Thus, cast in my own role of an upcoming artist by the name of Thomas Gainslittle, I infiltrated the circle of the Prince’s Mistress, and explained to her how I, being known to the Prince, would like to paint a portrait of her as a gift to him. This she readily agreed upon. My only condition, explained I, was that I should be more or less concealed behind a curtain while I work, Viz. as I preferred the sitter not to be too aware of my presence, thus providing a more relaxed atmosphere for the sitter. At this she happily agreed. 

TO PAINT A FACE: The following day, back to the Palace, and with the artist Joshua Lawrence hidden behind a curtain, I made my model, Viz. the mistress, comfortable upon a chaise draped in gold and royal blue taffeta. T’was a little challenging in the first, with Lawrence and myself peeping through a small gap in the curtain, while I relayed messages to the sitter to remain still or to adjust her dumplings amidst the taffeta. All was progressing well to plan until the instant the mistress was ask’d to receive a visitor. This she did, and to my surprise the Lady of the Fans entered the room. 

Their acquaintance was unknown to me, and their conversation of little note until she expressed how she would like to meet the artist who was currently painting her friend. Attempted to express my dislike at breaking the illusion of myself not being physically present now that the painting was underway , but she insisted upon an introduction. Thus in the urgent need for a disguise, I pulled my wig down a little further, and smothered my face in a colourful mixture of paint. Thence, by kicking over some furniture behind the curtain, made a great expression of annoyance, and in my improvised disguise, stepped through the curtain and bowed. Upon my appearance, the Lady of the Fans dropped her open fan upon the floor. This I picked up, and closing it, returned it to her gracefully. Upon her question as to why my face was covered in paint, and what had been the cause of the noise, I replied as follows: 

“Do, Madam, forgive my filthy appearance, but no sooner than you ask’d for my introduction than Sophia, the King’s cat, clumsily rushed past knocking my paint pots flying and covering my face thus.” She replied with suspicion.  “Sir, all the Court know that Sophia it a turnip! How do you account for this sudden and miraculous transformation from vegetable to mammal?” To wit I replied, “Indeed so, Madam, indeed so, ‘twas the Prince using Sophia, forgive me, the turnip, as a cricket ball in the next room which caused this inconvenient mess upon my face. If it were not the favourite pet of the King, I would have the damned thing immediately thrown into a stew!” 

She seeming both amused, and disappointed at my appearance, I retired back behind the safety of the curtain, and Mr. Lawrence, feeling he had enough on canvas to work with, we thence hastily left the Palace. NOTE: Then to my safe house where Lawrence would finish the painting. NOTE: No doubt the Lady of the Fans later discovered the small marks of paint upon her fan, Viz. Which I had cunningly put there before returning the dropped fan to her. The marks simply read…‘2AM’, NOTE: In subtle memory of our first wonderful meeting. 

Once back at my safehouse, I left Mr. Lawrence to finish the painting while I set to with my favourite girl in the house – Molly. She having learned a new trick known as ‘Prussian Blue’, I expressed my approval as I wet my paintbrush upon her palette. NOTE: I returned the pleasurable favour she bestowed upon me with an act I referred to as Cadmium Red… 

TO BE CONTINUED UPON THE MORROW…

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Cool Audience for Cool Zombie

From behind the scenes, ROB LUCAS shares his experiences of taking part in Adam Ant’s new video for the single ‘Cool Zombie’.

Adam Ant performing during the ‘Cool Zombie’ video shoot.

ON SUNDAY 28th October, music icon Adam Ant shot his first music video in 17 years.

Being fortunate enough to form part of the ‘audience’ that Adam Ant plays to in the video, I arrived at the shooting location Hoxton Hall, London.  A superbly preserved Victorian music room built in 1863, its two galleries, old gilt wall mirrors and atmospheric lighting  made me feel every bit like I’d stepped back in time -  and most certainly onto the set of an Adam Ant video.

Adam Ant performing during the ‘Cool Zombie’ video shoot.

Adam has always been renowned for his theatrical and period inspired music videos, including those for Stand and Deliver and Prince Charming. As with all his others, he storyboarded Cool Zombie himself.

Adam Ant performing during the ‘Cool Zombie’ video shoot.

The ‘audience’ consisted of an eclectic ensemble from different periods but predominantly from the 18th-19th centuries. Being an 18th century inspired fashion designer, and having co-designed some of Adam’s stage clothes with him (including the gold braided waistcoat he wears in the video), I dressed and styled myself accordingly.  Taking inspiration from period hussar uniforms, I wore a black laced hussar waistcoat I designed, a Pimpernel shirt and some original 19th century gold braided and buckled officer’s sword slings. My brown top boots felt perfectly at home tip-tapping upon the wooden floors. So armed not with a sword but with my Fujifilm X10 camera, I did my best to soak up the atmosphere.

Adam Ant taking a break during the shooting of his video ‘Cool Zombie’.

Michael ‘Atters’ Attree , Editor-at-Large for The Chap magazine stretching his legs during the ‘Cool Zombie’ video shoot.

Moments between takes were as fun as during them. Sitting back, I could scan the room to observe a bevy of eccentric outfits and characters. As one chap adjusted his large wolf mask, another sat flexing his riding crop, which upon close inspection, had been customised with the addition of a small eyeball inserted into the handle. This, according to its owner Michael ‘Atters’ Attree , Editor-at-Large for The Chap magazine, was an eye from a Victorian doll.

During the shoots, and having been asked to “behave normally as if we were watching a show” everyone behaved as instructed and with the period theme in mind. At one point during a take, one chap, dressed as a Georgian, leaned forward and whispered “slap me” to his friend, a young Georgian lady, presumably to evoke an appropriate period bawdy atmosphere. Feeling the moment, she obliged most successfully, the volume upon impact being such that several amused heads were turned. One can only hope this was caught on camera. The chap in question, an opera singer, took his requested blow in good humour, though he never asked for an encore.

Besides Georgians there were also many Victorian and vintage looking costumes worn. I remember several eyes looking behind me during one take, and glancing round I could see a chap wearing plus fours doing his best ‘relieving himself against a wall Victorian style’ acting. It turned out to be Johnny Vercoutre, Artistic Director for the video shoot. Also sporting a more vintage look was official stills photographer Hanson Leatherby, whose Leica M9 and vintage medium format Rolleiflex I did rather covet!

A devil-horned punk, creating a visual break from the period styles, explained at one point that with this shoot he had now clocked up a total of seven personal appearances in music videos. This was Simon Price, the Independent On Sunday pop critic. There were also a few young urchins, sitting with their grubby feet dangling through the iron gallery or crawling along the floor looking like they’d recently escaped from a chimney.

Behind the camera. Adam Ant’s ‘Cool Zombie’ video shoot.

Georgie Hobday in ‘Girl in a Cocked Hat’ by Mary Jane Ansell

At one point the arrival of a young woman had me racking my brains for some time as to where I’ve seen her before. Shortly after, and having met the artist Mary Jane Ansell, the penny dropped. It was Georgie Hobday, the model who had sat for Mary Jane’s painting used on Adam forthcoming album cover. It’s rare these days to recognise a living person from a painting, but seemed oddly appropriate in such an environment.

Yola, one of Adam’s drummer’s during the ‘Cool Zombie’ video shoot.

By 7pm it was a wrap. The day was not over for Adam though, as he had to whiz across town to record his interview on Later With Jools Holland, and although for the interview he was no longer dressed as the Blueblack Hussar, Adam still cut a period inspired dash in his Pimpernel Duellist waistcoat.

Huzzah!

Cool Zombie was released for download on the 21st October with a 7″ vinyl edition releasing on 11th November. Adam Ant is the Blueblack Hussar in Marrying the Gunner’s Daughter is due for release on the 21st January 2013 on both CD and vinyl LP. Cool Zombie has a bluesy ‘swampy’ guitar feel to it, backed up by Adam Ant’s classic vocals incorporating his trademark Native American influence.

Adam Ant performing onstage during the video shoot for ‘Cool Zombie’

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Rob Lucas
Editor
The creator of HUZZAR, I live among the dreaming spires of Oxford where I studied British history and now operate my own 18th century inspired fashion label, Pimpernel. I’m also working with Adam Ant on his own clothing line, Blueblack Hussar.  Plus I’m an antique arms and militaria consultant, so work with old swords and duelling pistols. I’m inspired by just about anything historical or just damn stylish.
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Adam Ant IS BACK!

WITH ADAM’S FIRST SINGLE in 17 years coming soon, here’s a fantastic opportunity to not just pre-order a copy, but also a chance to win a signed copy of the single, 2 tickets to see him perform live, and a meet and greet photo opportunity with Adam himself on the concert day.

Click on the image to pre-order, and the link will take you to a Facebook app which will use your Facebook email address which will then send you a link to pre-order the single as soon as it goes live. Unfortunately due to Facebook restrictions this app will not work on mobile devices including iPads.