The clocks may have gone back and the evenings are getting darker, but this is where the Plymouth Barbican starts to shine. The Barbican is nicely lit up this time of year and the friendly local traders are enthusiastic as ever. Christmas is just around the corner there is no better place to be than here on the waterfront.
After a packed event schedule over the summer the Plymouth Barbican takes a breath during October before unleashing a 3 day Thanksgiving event in November. More on this next month .
Firstly congratulations of the guys at Parade Antiques who won the ABB Barbican Raft Race last month!
We have a number of large events taking place during this month here on the Plymouth Barbican, including the unmissable annual ABB Barbican Raft Race!
Flying a helium filled shark around our shop. Turns out it’s much better than actually working…
29th March 1942
[Newspaper Cuttings – Reynaud (former French Premier) defense letter from prison – article regarding Blum court case ref. strikes – Propaganda article.
Paul Reynaud was the French Prime Minister in 1940. After the fall of France, Reynaud refused to participate in the newly formed puppet government and resigned. He was arrested in June 1940 by Philippe Petain’s Administration and was held in German custody until the end of the War.
[Cutting re. article on French workers making equipment for Germany]
The English as I see them – A short Dissertation on Foreigners (By Maurice Southgate)
The English in general detest foreigners.
5th March 1942
Thursday, 17:35: My poor Dear, you cannot have slept much the night before last. I was thinking of you. But we couldn’t allow a factory like that to build tanks and planes to bomb us without trying to defend ourselves. I hope and believe that only the factory was bombed and that very little civilian damage occurred. You must have heard the noise of our bombs exploding and the anti-aircraft fire. How war is a strange and cruel thing. It has been a longtime without news of you and I am feeling pretty low.
25th February 1942
The YMCA, Torquay: My dearest love, I left London yesterday for a holiday in Exeter. I visited a half-cousin who is in the army in Honiton and then returned to Exeter, went to the cinema in the evening and slept in the YMCA. This morning I caught the bus to Crediton to see a friend of my mother and had lunch with her and then took the train to Torquay. Empty town this afternoon. Had tea, cinema and a beer, no, 2 beers and then sandwiches and a very good coffee at the YMCA, where I now write. Will have to finish now as they are closing at 10pm. Off to bed.
26th February 1942
Thursday: Very cold this morning. Got up early and went on an excursion by bus. Beautiful countryside. The county of Devon is splendid. Back at the YMCA had a hot chocolate and a piece of cake, which warmed me up. Later I’ll take the 11:55 train to London. Feeling a bit better this morning, after a reasonably good night. But problems tend to be in the evenings.
16th February 1942
Monday Morning: Just had a wonderful weekend with Pearl, or more exactly at Pearl’s. Her sister Doudon (Jacqueline) was on leave and in the afternoon, 2 young women (Czech) and 2 other English came round and joined us for tea. We had lots of fun and this was a welcome change considering the current climate. We have let 3 German ships take the piss out of us and we have lost Singapore.
2nd January 1942
Friday: Headache since yesterday. Took 2 aspirins earlier on, but not much change in my box of tricks. Not overloaded, but quite a lot of work. I saw Jack at the Regent Palace Hotel at 19:45 with Pearl. Had a good dinner in a small French restaurant. Then after a glass or two at ‘Chez Yvonne’, Pearl left us. Jack and I wandered the streets. Light evening and rather mild. Impossible to have a drink in a pub, absolutely packed – singing and drinking. We tried several pubs. Finally a pub, but we couldn’t reach the bar and when we did, time was called at 23:00 hours. We went back out: Oxford Street, Picadilly, Trafalgar Square. All the people spill out of the Bistros, 25% are drunk. The women more than the men. A little WAAF, not more than 18, pretty as a picture, falls at my feet
8th December 1941
It is 18 months since I arrived in England, in London and hugged my parents. On the 20 June 1942 I must be in the Celle St Cloud, Seine & Oise, France
You were nearly a year late, my dear love. The 31/5/43. I was in your arms very briefly. When will I be again?
10th December 1941
Wednesday: Bad news these last few days and even worse today. The Japs have sunk the Prince of Wales. It’s a bad knock for the Navy. The Americans have a sleeping pill and the Japanese are nearly in Alaska.