A ground level display in a vitrine (? Is it a vitrine when the glass is vertical) in the Guildhall Museum Rochester. See SF’s forthcoming post on prison hulks as part of her ongoing series on theme park prisons (our idea of dating is to visit jails – do not over analyse this. Emile and Theo tag along happily – especially if there is chain mail or Ned Kelly armour to try on). Rochester itself was pretty museum like – as if the touristy high street were put in resin in the 1950s going on 1870s, legacy of what the future thought Mr Dickens would like. Twee. What I am more interested in is the evidence here of rowdies on the river. Seems there’s a few still around today. Fuckers.
Trinketization 