Previously Posted: Boney’s body parts

For those new to CabbieBlog or readers who are slightly forgetful, on Saturdays I’m republishing posts, many going back over a decade. Some will still be very relevant while others have become dated over time. Just think of this post as your weekend paper supplement.

Boney’s Body Parts (22.07.11)

All cabbies know the location of Napoleon Bonaparte’s nose but few would have realised that at Christie’s in 1972, an appendage belonging to the Emperor of a more personal nature appeared at auction.

Bonaparte died in May 1821 and with claims as to the manner of his demise no fewer than 17 witnessed the autopsy which was carried out the day after he died by his own doctor, Francesco Antommarchi in the company of 17 witnesses, including seven English doctors and two of Napoleon’s aides, a priest named Vignali and a manservant. The Emperor instructed that his heart be removed first and sent to his wife Marie-Louise but that vanished before it could be delivered. The stomach was examined next and it was generally agreed that cancer was the cause of death, although recent claims include the suggestion that he was poisoned. Nothing else is recorded as having been removed during that surgical examination.

Decades later it was commonly rumoured that Napoleon’s penis had been cut off and had been stored away carefully during the autopsy.

No recorded confirmation exists of this and if true one can only suppose that when all 17 had their backs to the corpse Boney’s manhood was quickly snipped off with nobody noticing afterwards he had something important missing.

However, in a 1913 lecture, Sir Arthur Keith, conservator of the Hunterian Collection at the Museum of the Royal College of Surgeons (certain Napoleonic organs were supposedly in the museum’s possession), ventured what seems to be the indisputable opinion that, given the number of witnesses, the brevity of the autopsy (less than two hours), and the fact that the guy was, come on, Napoleon, the loss of the penis would not easily have escaped notice.

Napoleon’s friend Vignali who administered the last rites was left a large sum of money in Napoleon’s will as well as numerous unspecified “personal effects”, and later Napoleon’s manservant claimed In a memoir published in 1852 in the Revue des mondes that Vignali had indeed been the culprit who removed the body part, although the claim was never corroborated.

In 1916 Vignali’s descendants sold his collection of Napoleonic artefacts to a British rare book firm, which in 1924 sold the lot for about $2,000 to a Philadelphia bibliophile, A. S. W. Rosenbach. The inventory at the time refers to “the mummified tendon taken from Napoleon’s body during the post-mortem”.

During the 1930s A. S. Rosenbach was displaying the “tendon” in a blue velvet case and describing it as Napoleon’s penis. It later would be the centrepiece of a display at the Museum of French Art in New York, how that could have been described as art is anybody’s guess – but Damien Hurst get away with it. A newspaper at the time contradicted Napoleon’s assertion that he was well endowed describing the exhibit as “something like a maltreated strip of buckskin shoelace or shrivelled eel . . . one inch long and resembling a grape”.

At Christie’s London auction house in 1972 the punitive penis was put up for sale complete with the velvet-lined case, but having failed to reach its reserve price was withdrawn, probably not for the first time when it was in full working order leading a scandal-mongering British tabloid to trumpet, “NOT TONIGHT, JOSEPHINE!”. Eight years later it popped up again in a Paris auction house and was brought rather appropriately, by John K. Lattimer, a retired professor of urology for $3,000. At the time of writing the penis is still, as it were, in Professor Lattimer’s hands.

London in Quotations: Siobhan Ferguson

London has long been regarded as a vibrant, busy, historical metropolitan city rich in history and beautiful iconic buildings. However, like most cities of this scale, it also has a characteristic local side: beautiful village-like enclaves that are extremely photogenic and full of character. Partner all that with a unique style and you’re left with something pretty special.

Siobhan Ferguson (b.1975), Pretty City London: Discovering London’s Beautiful Places

London Trivia: The Wallace Collection

On 25 August 1870 Richard Seymour-Conway the 4th Marquees of Hertford, died in Paris, Richard Wallace his illegitimate son, learned that the nobleman was his father and inherited a priceless collection of paintings, sculptures, furniture and decorative objects. After his death, the collection was donated to the nation by his widow, it is now located in what was his London home, Hertford House, Manchester Square.

On 25 August 1840 a conductor on an Chelsea omnibus found a pocket book containing £150, owned by Mr Kempis on New Road. He received £60 for his honesty

In Farringdon Street is the site of the Fleet Prison where fallen clergymen conducted clandestine weddings until the 18th century

The Tudor frontage of St. Bartholemew The Great Church which had been covered was revealed after a Zeppelin raid on the City

In the late 1880s, the life expectancy of an East End labourer was less than 19 years, his average wage was 25/- a week it would just cover his rent, and a very sparse diet for him and his family

The 0 on 10 Downing Street’s front door is at an angle, in tribute to original door, whose 0 slipped due to poor fixing

In the film Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy MI5 headquarters was, in fact, the Victoria and Albert Museum store in Olympia

Petticoat Lane home to London’s Sunday market doesn’t exist renamed Middlesex Street in 1830 the market still retains its original name

A site where starved bears were chained to a post and set upon by dogs as spectators bet on the outcome is marked by Bear Gardens Southwark

Half of London’s Tube stations have no light switches, meaning their lights can never be turned off. Transport for London (TfL) has no idea how much that is costing

Edwards of Camberwell has a Royal Warrant to supply the Queen with err . . . mopeds, it is not known if Her Majesty has need of that form of transport

Knightsbridge is the only Underground station with six consecutive consonants in its name, Aldwych has six but closed in 1994

CabbieBlog-cab.gifTrivial Matter: London in 140 characters is taken from the daily Twitter feed @cabbieblog.
A guide to the symbols used here and source material can be found on the Trivial Matter page.

Previously Posted: Pedalbus proliferation

For those new to CabbieBlog or readers who are slightly forgetful, on Saturdays I’m republishing posts, many going back over a decade. Some will still be very relevant while others have become dated over time. Just think of this post as your weekend paper supplement.

Pedalbus proliferation (19.07.11)

They started out as a “bit of fun” around the West End over 10 years ago and have proliferated into a fleet of over 800 unregulated passenger-carrying vehicles, which clog up the streets and have been proven to be unsafe at speeds over 9 mph. Only last weekend one was reported to have been involved in an accident which resulted in one policeman needing hospital treatment. I’m referring, of course, to Rickshaws. As recently as last week John McDonnell MP successfully objected to the TfL London Local Authority Bill at its Second Reading on the grounds that it would lead to the continued proliferation of these unlicensed, unsafe rickshaws clogging up central London’s streets.

Now a new novel way of travelling around the capital has hit the streets – The Pedalbus.

Made from aluminium it resembles a flatbed freight car, with four wheels and eight seats on the deck each with its own set of pedals.

I have to admit that every time I see one of the four currently in use it brings a smile to my face. For the genius of its inventor Luke Roberson was to arrange the seats in two rows facing each other over a bar; and while pedalling away furiously, passengers – if that is what they are – are enjoying a glass or two of chilled Chablis. With a driver in the front, minus the glass of wine, who is in charge of the steering and brakes. It makes for a very humorous diversion when plying a cab around London’s streets.

Hiring a Pedalbus has become a trend among corporate clients as a way of team building, and that is the problem. Rather miraculously, as with the rickshaws, the Pedalbus is totally legal to travel around London’s main roads, and while they remain a novel bit of fun if Luke Roberson continues to be successful, or in the worst case scenario, rogue operators who are uninsured enter the marketplace; these vehicles over time will present the same menace as rickshaws do today.

The Pedalbus is the type of inventive, entrepreneurial and frankly slightly unhinged invention that the English excel in; if the numbers on the road are kept down by Pedalbus they should not present a problem for London. Luke Roberson should take out as many available patients on his invention as he can to prevent less scrupulous operators from stealing his great idea and for good measure remove the grey areas that it operates; is it a bike, a commercial vehicle (therefore unable to enter the Royal Parks) or a vehicle that has to be taxed? If those issues can be resolved and enter the Statute Book under TfL London Local Authority Bill, to be considered when Parliament finishes its summer recess, Pedalbus could be a welcome addition to London for years to come.

London in Quotations: Walter Besant

I’ve been walking about London for the last 30 years, and I find something fresh in it everyday.

Walter Besant (1836-1901)