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‘The Art Thief’ by Michael Finkel

If I told you that a man stole billions of pounds worth of historical art purely for the love of it, doing nothing with it but hanging it in his bedroom in his mum’s attic, you’d surely want to read more. I certainly did, and Michael Finkel’s non-fiction account of Stéphane Breitwieser’s crimes did not disappoint.

Finkel weaves a propulsive tale, reaching from the fine detail of how Breitwieser stole individual pieces to asking questions about the nature of museums, crime, culpability and even art itself. It’s also a love story, exploring Brietwieser’s intense but complex relationships with his girlfriend, his mother and his father.

This was enormous, astonishing fun. I’d have liked a dash more of the reflection, philosophy and doubt, but this short is still worth your time.

Here are some passages that struck a chord with me:


He feels no remorse when he steals because museums, in his deviant view, are really just prisons for art. They’re often crowded and noisy, with limited visiting hours and uncomfortable seats, offering no calm place to reflect or recline.


Instead of an art thief, Breitwieser prefers to be thought of as an art collector with an unorthodox acquisition style. Or, if you will, he’d like to be called an art liberator.


Before working art crime, Darties had spent a decade in antiterrorism. He sees parallels between art thieves and terrorists—crimes that destabilize society, with psychological fallout.


When you wear your heart on your sleeve, it’s exposed to the elements.

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North East Daily Gazette

Still visible in Redcar is a former local newspaper office, for a paper that has had quite a few different titles over 155 years. From 1869 to 1938, it was The North Eastern Daily Gazette. From 1938 to 1940 it was The North Eastern Gazette, then The Evening Gazette, and since 2014, it’s just been The Gazette. A bold decision, then, to carve the name above the door.

I have a history with the newspaper: as a student, I blogged for them for a while. I can’t remember how that came about, but I do remember having a bit of back-and-forth about the title of the ‘column’, as they wanted some reference to me being a ‘trainee doctor’ which seemed inappropriate to me as a mere medical student. It ended up being called ‘Simon Says’—hardly inspired—and it only lasted a year or so, after which their digital strategy changed.

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Like clockwork

This is Grant’s Clock on Whitley Bay’s promenade. Many sources—even including the local council which owns it—will tell you that the clock was “unveiled by Councillor James Hamilton Grant in 1933”. From the contemporary newspaper record, I can tell you that this isn’t true.

From the Sheilds Daily News, 13 April 1933:

Whitley Bay’s first public town clock was unveiled yesterday afternoon, Lady Gregg performing the ceremony, which was presided over by County Coun George Lang, chairman of the Whitley and Monkseaton Urban District Council.

The clock is the gift of Coun G Hamilton Grant, the vice-chairman, the pillar upon which it stands being provided by the Council.

[Councillor Lang commented that] it had been a common complaint of visitors that there was no clock on the promenade, and it would be a boon to them as well as to the residents. “People will be able to stay down here and spend their money until the very last minute, before rushing to their trains,” he added amid laughter.

The article also, somewhat mysteriously, says that “Coun Grant explained the circumstances under which he had offered the clock to the council”—but declines to elaborate. I can tell you, however, that he was elected as chairman of the Council about a week later. Make of that what you will.

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You can no longer trust the ground you walk on

In the newly-minted city of Bangor, County Down, there is a heritage trail carved into the paving, highlighting nearby objects and sites of interest. Here’s a representative sample:

It’s slightly hard to make out in that photo, but the left-most panel has some text written around a whimsical circle:

One of Two Edward VIII Post Boxes

The capitalisation and occasionally boldened words are, I regret, entirely the Council’s choices.

Edward VIII reigned for only 326 days, before abdicating so that he could marry a divorcée, Wallis Simpson. In 1937, it would have been unthinkable for the Head of the Church of England to be married to a divorced woman, something which wasn’t a barrier for the current occupant of the post. Religious doctrine may present a sheen of timelessness, but it’s shifted an awful lot over the last century.

For our purposes, this means that there aren’t that many Edward VIII postboxes—though even so, I was surprised by the ‘of two’—surely there are more than two of the things?!

A moment’s research reveals that I’m right: 161 of them were installed, of which perhaps half remain. So perhaps the engraving refers to Edward VIII post boxes in Northern Ireland.

A bit more searching, and I’m satisfied: there appears to be a much-celebrated example in Belfast—so celebrated, in fact, that’s it’s been removed from service and placed on display with a special plaque.

And isn’t that nice? Both of the Northern Irish Edward VIII postboxes have special plaques pointing out their unusual nature. Bravo. I’m satisfied.


Or so I thought.

The plaque on the Belfast example makes a startling claim: it says it is the only example in Northern Ireland. How can this possibly be?

Back to Bangor. As it turns out, the heritage trail is referring to this, on the front of Bangor Post Office:

This is a remarkable Edward VIII royal cypher on the front of a Post Office… but it isn’t a postbox. The clue is in the lack of a slot.

It used to be common for Post Offices to have cyphers on them, in much the same way as post boxes. As Post Offices are less common than post boxes, there are far fewer Edward VIII Post Offices than postboxes.

Therefore, the heritage trail could have made the much more impressive claim that this was Northern Ireland’s only Edward VIII Post Office. Instead, it made a less impressive claim, and in so doing, revealed the Council’s inability to recognise a postbox.

Today’s lesson is that you shouldn’t trust everything you see on the floor.

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‘Passing’

Okay, that’s enough memorials… but how about another mosaic?

This triptych at Whitley Bay station was installed in 1983, only three years after the Metro replaced British Rail services to the station. They cover up the old ticket windows.

A plaque records that:

This mosaic was made by the following young people of the Projex Agency under the supervision of Ian Patience

A J Murphy, L Spoor, J Blyth, A Thompson, C Rafferty

Assisted by

D Munro, T Emery, C Higgins

The work was jointly sponsored by Gateshead MBC, Northern Arts, Tyne and Wear Passenger Transport Executive and carried through the Youth Opportunities Programme of the Manpower Services Commission

Hilariously, these days, ‘Projex Agency’ appears to most commonly refer to a modelling agency ‘that transforms average ladies into top-tier global influencers’ by helping them to grow the popularity of their 18+ OnlyFans accounts. I’m not sure that’s the sort of thing Gateshead MBC and Manpower had in mind forty years ago.

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“Bloody well get on and do it”

After a couple of days on the trot of mildly depressing posts about memorials, here’s another. Don’t worry, I’m fine.

This is Redcar’s memorial to their remarkable and much-loved MP, the late Mo Mowlam. She famously didn’t want the job as Secretary of State for Northern Ireland, which she became following Labour’s 1997 election victory. Yet, despite her reservations, she threw herself into the role, overseeing the negotiations which led to the signing of the Good Friday Agreement.

This remarkable legacy was achieved despite having been diagnosed with a metastatic brain tumour in late 1996, which sadly finally ended her life in 2005.

This memorial was unveiled in 2009: an intricate mosaic designed by local artist John Todd. It was installed alongside the new-refurbished Coatham Boating lake, a stone’s throw from her former home. (The boating lake has since sprung a leak, hence it looking a little under-filled in the background of that picture.)

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Never heard of after

This fountain in Cullercoats commemorates a lieutenant lost at sea, many thousands of miles away:

Erected by a few friends in memory of Bryan John Huthwaite Adamson, Lieut RN, Commanding HMS Wasp which sailed from Singa Pore Sep.10 1887 and was never heard of after. The site was given for this memorial by His Grace the Duke of Northumberland 1888

Bryan Adamson was born in Cullercoats in 1851, joined the navy at the age of 14, and became a Lieutenant at the age of 22.

HMS Wasp, which Adamson commanded on its final fateful voyage, was also a local, built at the Armstrong Marshall shipyard in the mid-1880s. The ship made it safely to Singapore, but was lost on a subsequent voyage from there to Hong Kong. In all, 80 people perished when the shipped disappeared without a trace.

HMS Wasp’s location remains a mystery to this day: it is supposed that it sank following a particularly violent typhoon, which is known to have damaged and sunk a number of other vessels.

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No known grave but the sea

This anchor, on Redcar seafront, belongs to the Finnish sailing vessel ‘Birger’, which sank in the area in 1898. The sinking not only cost 13 lives, but the vessel’s wheelhouse tore through Coatham Pier, severing it—and, indeed, the whole pier collapsed into the sea the following year.

Over the following days, Christmas presents which those aboard were carrying back to their families washed ashore. Redcar residents thoughtfully collected these, and forwarded them on with letters of condolence.

The Birger’s anchor was recovered by the Cleveland Divers’ Club 100 years later, and now stands ‘in memory of all seamen who have no known grave but the sea’.

There’s a much fuller story of the Birger’s sinking on Kerry Shaw’s Notes from Redcar blog.

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Burt Hall

Born in 1837, Thomas Burt began working as a trapper boy, opening and closing trapdoors to let mining cars through, at the Haswell Pit at the age of 10. Just eighteen years later, he was elected the General Secretary of the Northumberland Miners’ Association—a post he held for the following fifty years.

In 1874, he was elected to Parliament, partly on a platform of truly universal suffrage—radical for a time when even campaigning for all men to have the vote was seen as bold. He lived until he was 84, but even that wasn’t long enough to see the franchise equalised across the adult population.

When the Northumberland Miners’ Association built its new headquarters in 1895, they named it ‘Burt Hall’ in his honour—which must have seemed a bit weird given that he was still the boss, and would be for another couple of decades. Naming a building after you and sticking a plaque on it thanking you for 27 years of service feels like a bit of a hint.

The statue of a miner on the top of Burt Hall is three-quarters life-sized, and was created by John Canavan, who doesn’t seem to be remembered for any other sculpture. The statue is based on one of the miners in the phenomenally popular painting ‘Going Home’ by Ralph Hedley. In 1889, the Newcastle Weekly Chronicle gave away a free print of the painting with their Christmas edition, which hung on the walls of many homes.

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Redcar penguins

This colony of nine penguins sits on Redcar promenade. As I wandered past, I found myself contemplating the artistic intent. Two of the penguins are off to the side looking out to sea, and one—as can be seen in the background of both of these photos—appears to be inspecting another artwork.

The installation has, in fact, been moved three or four times since its 1994 installation, including once to make way for the bandstand. They were designed by the artist Tony Wiles, who was commissioned by the Council to create a ‘jolly’ addition to the esplanade.

The Council in question was Langbaurgh-on-Tees Borough Council—renamed in 1996 as Redcar & Cleveland. I’m surprised that I’ve never come across that historical nugget before—I don’t recall ever seeing a reference to Langbaurgh anywhere!

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