Lady Bracknell
Handbag at Dawn
I find myself perfectly at home in Lewes. Nothing to explain, nothing to apologise for.
I used to think nothing of Lewes but last weekend I was waiting for my daughter to finish a school workshop at the castle so sat in the museum and watched the short film of the history (sad I know).
Transpires that the town was a parliamentarian stronghold at the time of the civil war and very protestant. It was the MP for Lewes that signed the kings death warrant.
The burning of the effigy of the pope dates back to when protestants were killed under the rule of Mary who tried to convert England back to a catholic country in 17th Century.
The castle was built in the 11th century at which time Lewes was about the 15th biggest town in the country. How times change.
I find myself perfectly at home in Lewes. Nothing to explain, nothing to apologise for.
Have fun. I live opposite. My parents are going
BTW latin shirts do not suite balding 50 somethings with a larger physique
Following on from talking about burning stuff. How bonkers is Lewes?
It has always freaked me out a bit. The castle, the prison, the bonfires, the 2cvs and craft shops. the place oozes nuttiness, but like someone really trying to repress it unlike brighton which (until the makeover) was like someone just shouting at no one and swigging sherry in steine gardens.
burning people, right through to blowing up parking meters. what is it about the place.
anyone got any good Lewes stories?
I grew up in Lewes and I have many happy memories of the town. I recall receiving a lifetime ban from the Odeon Cinema for lobbing a banger (firework, not hot dog) into the crowded foyer on a Saturday night. The following month I returned to the scene of the crime only to receive another lifetime ban, along with a few other mates. We were sat in the front row and were flicking lit fag ends up into the beam of the projector, thus creating an interesting 'firefly' effect. You should try it.
The Odeon Cinema which was in Cliffe High Street has long gone. There was another one on School Hill, the inappropriately named Cinema De Luxe. This was surely the cinema that gave birth to the term 'fleapit'. The manager, irreverantly known as Flashlight Fred, was a moral crusader, using his industrial sized torch to illuminate and deter back row hanky panky.
I like to go back to Lewes from time to time, but it's just not the same.
Well...some years ago at Easter there used to be a large cross placed on the mount that overlooks the Dripping Pan and is next to the ruins of the Cluniac monastery.
One particular Easter in the early 80's the good people of Lewes woke to find the cross had been inverted over night and palced upside down. The local press follwed this up with lurid tales of satanism and black magic abroad in the county town.
The truth of the tale was that "some local youths" had exited a local pub after a few sherberts and decided to have a little fun...
Deny, deny and deny again. It wasn't me. As young Bart Simpson might say "I didn't do it!"
But I know a man who did.... .. and where were you that bright evening Mr S?