Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 29 May 2016
Guess what? More candlesticks!
To the more observant amongst you (I am thinking of John Gray in particular), these two candlesticks which I bought last night may seem pretty much identical to the pair I bought a week ago, and just as similar to the pair I bought a year ago. This is because they are.
H.I.: "You already have four of them. Why do you want another two?"
ME: "If I could buy another twenty, I would. Then I could rent them out as period drama props, for when they are filming a scene set in an early 18th century coffee house or tavern."
You see? I do have a plan, or at least the justification of one. I started off by saying that the original pair must be very rare, even though hundreds were made for public use at the time, but now I seem to be attracting the survivors.
Just to keep you entertained on this lovely, sunny afternoon indoors, I will run through the identification details again. This time, keep up.
They had to be plain and made from inexpensive materials, otherwise they would have been stolen. They were not even silver-plated, as most brass sticks were for domestic use.
They had to be robust (they are all cast solid) to survive the odd tavern-fight.
They had to be tall, so when the candle burnt down they still cast light over a wide area of table.
They had to have plain tops - any drip-tray would have cast an irritating shadow over paperwork or playing cards.
This pair will arrive sometime next week, when I will be in Spain. I will sit in some ancient wine bar, drinking the lovely Malaga wine and dreaming of setting-to with the Brasso on all six upon my return, then lining them up in a row on some huge, oak table.
Any domestic chore can be a source of joy and contentment with the right attitude. I wish I could find the right attitude toward my laundry, which is sitting in the bath waiting for me to finish it off as I write...