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Today sees the one hundred and first anniversary of the disappearance of the 13th Battalion of the Pennine Fusiliers from the Somme. Popular myth has it that they were transported to another world although few today, outside of the community the battalion came from, have heard the story. <br />
Repeated representations have been made to the government by the Joanne Donovan, M.P. for Broughtonthwaite South, but the official response remains the same, ‘It is not in the national interest to release documents relating to the Harcourt Event.’ Relatives and descendants of the missing have been waiting over a century to find out what happened to their family members and loved ones that fateful day. <br />
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<i> The Harcourt Crater is one of the greatest mysteries of World War One, along with the Angel of Mons, the Phantom Archers and the Crucified Canadian. At nearly half a mile wide, it was reputed to be the largest man-made crater on the Western Front. The official explanation was that German mines dug under the British positions in the Harcourt Sector of the Somme were filled with an experimental high explosive before being detonated on the morning of November 1st 1916, resulting in the loss of over nine hundred men of the 13th Battalion of the Pennine Fusiliers. <br /> Indeed this was the accepted explanation until a decade later, when, in the mid- 1920s, a French farmer ploughing his field, dug up, amongst the unexploded shells, several mud-encrusted old film canisters and a package of documents. Inside the canisters were reels of film which, when developed, revealed silent, grainy footage of British Tommies seemingly on an alien world. The film itself was shown to great acclaim in Picture Houses around the world and it became a minor sensation. Although there were those who claimed they could identify faces in the footage, in the end most felt it to be it a hoax. <br /> The success of the film nevertheless engendered an appetite for Space Fiction among the general public that persisted for decades; the film’s grainy, iconic images inspiring thousands of lurid pulp sci-fi magazine covers and stories. <br /> The government of the day… officially declared the whole incident to be a “meticulously planned hoax” and it was consigned to the annals of British folklore. But the myth refused to die. In subsequent years, men occasionally came forward claiming to be survivors of the battalion, returned with fantastic tales to sell, but none were believed. The story inspired the film Space Tommies, released in 1951, featuring Richard Attenborough and Richard Todd and was the basis for a short-lived adventure strip in the boy’s comic Triumph. <br /> However, it has become apparent from extensive research that the mystery of the Harcourt Crater and the true fate of the men of the lost 13th Battalion constitutes one of the biggest cover-ups in British military history.<br /> <br /> No Man’s World is an attempt to set the record straight.</i><br />
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<b>-No Man’s World Book 1: Black Hand Gang, Preface “There was a Front, but damned if we knew where...”</b><br />
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During the First World War, technology advanced at a great pace with machines and devices rapidly becoming obsolete as they were superseded by events or enemy technology.<br />
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The War Office was always open to new ideas for weapons that might give them an edge over the German army and many periodicals of the time were enthusiastically filled such with proposals, although a great many proved impractical.<br />
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There were persistent rumours that Nikolai Tesla was working on a death ray and, in England, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Grindell_Matthews">Harry Grindell Matthews</a> claimed to have invented a remote-controlled anti-Zeppelin weapon, for which the Admiralty allegedly paid him £25,000. After the war, in 1923 he, too, also claimed to have developed a Death Ray.<br />
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In <i>No Man's World</i>, the Pennine Fusiliers manage to supplement their diminishing supply of ammunition by adapting alien Chatt technology to create a rechargeable electrical weapon of their own. It was partly inspired by a proposed real world application. The June 1917 issue of <i>The Electrical Experimenter</i> featured an article describing an electrically-charged weapon for use again the Hun on the battlefield.<br />
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Adapting the German idea of the <a href="http://www.historynet.com/flammenwerfer-hell-on-earth-in-the-trenches.htm"><i>flammenwerfer</i></a>, or flame-thrower, the idea revolved around electrifying pressurised salt water or a sulphuric acid solution. The liquid tank carried by the soldier was attached by cables to a generator and transformer in the trenches that would deliver up to 15,000 volts. It was suggested that the rubber-clad operator could then fire a stream of electrified water up to 100 feet, stunning or killing the enemy. Needless to say the whole enterprise was ill-conceived, not to mention dangerous, and was never actually put into service. <br />
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<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-18315675221175809132016-11-01T10:32:00.000+00:002016-11-01T10:32:48.418+00:00Centenary of the Disappearance of the Pennine FusiliersToday marks the one hundredth anniversary of the disappearance of the the 13th Battalion of the Pennine Fusiliers. A century ago today the 'Broughtonthwaite Mates' went over the top and vanished, leaving only the enduring mystery of the <a href="https://nomansworldblog.blogspot.co.uk/2010/06/hun-horror-at-harcourt.html">Harcourt Crater</a>, a fog of myths and a web of conspiracy theories in their wake.<br />
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<i>Everson lifted his gas hood and blew his whistle before clumsily shoving the cloth back into his collar. Waving with his pistol, he watched his men scale the ladders. To his left, one fell back into the trench, immediately cut down. From beyond the parapet came cries and screams. He grabbed a rung and hauled himself up, cleared the sandbags, stepped out onto the mud and began to run, slogging through terrain the consistency of caramel, seeking to lead his men forward. He’d seen them all over the top with none left for the Battle Police to round up, which was no more than he’d expect of them. Another man fell in front of him. Everson stepped reluctantly over the body. It was not his job to stop and see if he were wounded or dead. The stretcher bearers would follow. Over to his left, he saw one of the tank machines as it nosed down into a shell hole and then reared up to clear it and rumble onwards along its terrible trajectory as spumes of earth exploded around it. <br /><br />Atkins heard the whistle from far away, as if underwater, then another and another; some fainter, some louder. Up and down the line, dozens of subalterns blew their whistles or shouted their men forwards.This was it. Under the tidal pull of fear he felt the swell of vomit and bile rise, burning a tide mark in his throat and felt a growing urge to piss. He didn’t want to go over the top. You’d be mad to. <br />Someone hit him on the shoulder. Twice.<br />Shitohshitohshitohsh –<br />Atkins screamed in rage and terror, which wasn’t clever because it fogged up his eye pieces. He could barely see where he was going as it was. He scrambled up the ladder and over the parapet, He looked around. There to his left he saw sergeant’s stripes. Hobson was walking resolutely forward. Somewhere amid the explosions he caught the rolling tinny snap of the marching snares and the harmonious wail of the bagpipes playing as the Jocks advanced over on their left flank.<br /><br />Around Atkins, men were marching forward into the clouds of gas; a rising tide of asphyxiating death. The ground was soft and treacherous underfoot. Muffled by his gas hood, the crump and boom of shells assumed a continuous roar that made his ear drums crackle. He glanced to his left. Pot Shot and Mercy were striding forward. He could make out the weak sunlight glinting off the tin triangles on their backpacks. </i><br />
<i>It was nearly quarter of a mile to the forward German lines. Running with full pack through this mud would tire you out before you got there and you’d have no puff left for the fight. Already he could feel the muscles of his legs begin to ache from pulling against the mud. It was better, so they said, to walk and conserve your strength. Fair enough. But that bollocks about carrying on and not seeking cover? Stuff that. <br />Following the tape he reached the British wire. He could hear the insistent stuttering of the British machine guns, while above them shells burst, leaving lazy black woolly clouds hanging in the air as shards of hot metal ripped down through bodies below. <br /><br />Ahead of him now, men began to drop, some hanging on the wire as if they were puppets whose strings had been cut. He walked on past the fallen, some dead, some wounded, crying and begging for help. Most still wore their gas hoods and Atkins was grateful that he could not see their faces. You weren’t supposed to stop for them. You weren’t allowed to. Carry on. Forward. Always forward. He walked on aware that every step could be his last. Was it this one? This one? This?<br />The great bank of greenish grey fog, a mixture of chlorine, cordite and smoke rolled over them, enveloping them like a shroud. Atkins lost sight of his Section. He stepped aside to avoid a shell hole that loomed up out of the ground before him and found his leg caught. He looked down; a hand had grabbed his mud-encrusted puttee. A man, maskless, green froth oozing slowly from his mouth, gagged and struggled, tearing at his own throat with a bloodied hand, drowning on dry land as the chlorine reacted in his lungs. Atkins tugged his ankle free and marched on. Shell holes were death traps now. The gas was sinking to the lowest point it could find, settling in pockets like ghostly green rock pools, where the weary and wounded had sought shelter.<br />As he walked on, he began to experience a light-headed feeling. Around him the gas cloud seemed to glow with a diffuse phosphorescence. The noise of battle, the rattle of machine guns and the constant crumpcrumpcrump of artillery, the zing of bullets seemed somehow muffled and distant. He stumbled as he missed his footing. He looked down. His body seemed to be longer that it should, stretching and undulating until a wave of vertigo overwhelmed him. Letting go of his rifle, he dropped to his hands and knees. The small area of ground before him seemed to swim and ripple gently and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring it into focus. Sweat began to prickle his face, he felt a pressure in his head, something trickled from his ear and he could taste the iron tang of blood running from his nose. The whole world seemed to tilt and from the periphery of his vision an oozing darkness spilled inwards until he could see no more than a few square inches of the Somme mud before his face. What remained of his vision filled with bursting spots of light as the world began to slip away…</i><br />
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-<a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mans-World-Omnibus-Pat-Kelleher-ebook/dp/B00T6TP0UQ/">No Man's Land Book One: Black Hang Gang, Chapter 3 "The World's Verge"</a><br />
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<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-47277741716426823062016-10-31T15:15:00.000+00:002016-10-31T15:15:07.790+00:00100 Years Ago Today...<i>The Somme, Harcourt Sector, October 31st, 1916 </i><b></b><br />
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Wearing leather jerkins, their faces blackened with burnt cork, Atkins, Gutsy and Porgy, made their way past scurrying rats to the fire bay, where Hobson and Ketch were waiting for them.<br />There was a faint fwoosh as an enemy flare went up. It burnt a stark white, casting deep shadows on the wall of the trench that wobbled and tilted as the flare drifted down, until at last they ate up the last of the light and filled the trench again.<br />‘Gazette’ Otterthwaite and ‘Pot Shot’ Jellicoe were on sentry duty. Even in the dim light it was hard to miss Pot Shot. He was a large man, a shade over six foot, tallest man in the Battalion; the only man who had to crouch when stood on the firestep less his head present a tempting target for German snipers. <br />Gazette was up on the firestep on sentry duty, Pot Shot was sat on the step beside him, slumped against the side of the bay snoring gently, his rifle clasped to his chest like a loved one. Gazette glanced down at them and kicked Pot Shot awake.<br />“All right, lads?” he yawned.<br />That helped ease the queasy feeling in Atkins’ stomach. Gazette was the best sharp shooter in the platoon. If anyone was going to have your back on a Black Hand job you’d want it to be him.<br />There was a pile of equipment on the firestep by his feet. <br />“Right,” said Hobson, “take these.” He handed out pistols; Webley revolvers, usually reserved for officers but more practical in situations such as this, that called for stealth. They each had their own bayonet and there were two sets of long-armed wirecutters. Atkins and Porgy got those. Hobson also gave them each a grey military issue blanket that he instructed them to wear across their backs in the manner of a cloak.<br />“It’ll help disguise your outline against German flares. If a flare goes up, don’t move. You’ll want to throw yourself on the ground but don’t, they’ll spot the movement and you’re a goner. If you freeze you could be tree stump, a shadow or a body on the wire,” he told them. “We’re goin’out to cut the German wire in preparation for tomorrow. So we make sure we do the job properly or it’ll be us and our mates paying the price if we don’t. We also want to take a shufti and make sure Fritz isn’t planning any nasty surprises. Don’t worry, I’ll have you all back in time for the big show.”<br />“Thanks, Sar’nt. You’re a real pal,” said Gutsy.<br />“Time for a fag, Sar’nt?” asked Hopkiss, trying to delay the inevitable.<br />“No. Follow me. Stick to me like glue. No one talks but me. Make sure you stay within an arm’s length of the next fellow. If you get lost make your way back here. And make sure you dozy ha’porths don’t forget the password: Hampstead.”<br />
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Atkins checked his bayonet in its sheath. He checked the chambers of the Webley revolver. They were full. The pistol had a loop fastened to the handle, which he slipped round his wrist.<br />There being no sally port available, Hobson put a ladder up against the revetment and was about to step on the bottom rung when another flare went up. He stopped, waited for the flare to die out, before rolling over the sandbag parapet with practised ease. His arm appeared back over the bags signalling the next man up. Porgy was already on the ladder and climbing. Gutsy stepped on below him and began his climb. It was Atkins’ turn next. As he stepped on the bottom rung, he felt a hand pat this thigh.<br />“Good luck, mate,” said Gazette. Aktins smiled weakly. He could feel his heart lifting him fractionally from the ladder with every beat as he lay against the rungs. He hadn’t felt a funk like this since that last night with Flora. <br />“Cheers. I’ll be back for breakfast.”<br />Another flare. <br />Above him, Gutsy froze, waiting for the light to die. Atkins looked up. All he could see was Gutsy’s big, round khaki-covered arse eclipsing everything. Blood let one rip and looked down between his legs, grinning.<br />“Fuck’s sakes, Gutsy!” hissed Gazette. “At least with the yellow cross we get a warning. Where’s me bloody gas helmet?”<br />A hiss rasped from over the parapet. “Get a move on, you two!” <br />Puffing, Gutsy rolled over the sandbags with as much grace as a carcass in his old butcher’s shop. <br />Atkins reached the top of the ladder. The nightscape before him never failed to chill him to the core. No Man’s Land. It was a contradiction in terms. You were never alone in No Man’s Land. During the day it was quiet, with generally nothing but the odd buzz of a sniper’s bullet cutting low over the ground or the crump of a Minniewerfer to disturb it. At night, though, it became a hive of activity; parties out repairing wire, laying new wire, digging saps, running reconnaissance, conducting trench raids. Both sides knew it. It was the most dangerous of times to be out and never dark for long, as flares burst in the air, momentarily illuminating bleak Futurist landscapes that left hellish after-images in the mind’s eye. <br />
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<br />He saw Hobson and Porgy about four or five yards ahead, crawling along on their bellies. Gutsy was to his left. Atkins inched forward using his elbows and knees. The mud was cold and slimy and within a minute his entire front, from chin to toes, was soaked. He and Gutsy made their way to where Sergeant Hobson and Porgy were waiting. About twenty yards ahead, they could make out the vague unearthly shapes of their own wire entanglements. Sergeant Hobson indicated a piece of soiled, white tape in the mud that led them to the gap in their own wire.<br />Now they truly were in No Man’s Land. <br />
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Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-59690888813409234352016-06-11T15:55:00.001+01:002016-06-11T16:33:38.454+01:00The Monocled Mutineer Part 4 – Controversy and ConspiracyAfter Toplis had been buried in secret, rumours began to circulate in Penrith that there was more to the shooting than the police admitted and that there was information in their possession that they had not made public.<br />
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Hasty calls to London on the night of the shooting were coming to light and there was a suggestion that the Chief Constable had acted under considerable political pressure. Whatever the case, within a year he had resigned to be replaced by someone unconnected with the incident.<br />
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In 1978, William Allison and John Fairley published their book, <i>The Monocled Mutineer</i>. It suggested that the Establishment conspired to cover up a mutiny by soldiers at the Etaples Training Camp in 1917, which the official War Diary refers to merely as ‘a disturbance’. <br />
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Believing Toplis to be a ringleader, the authorities put considerable resources, including the <a href="http://www.casebook.org/dissertations/rip-woodhall.html">Secret Service</a>, into finding and silencing him and any co-conspirators. Many of the men involved in the mutiny were later killed in a bloody offensive at Passchendaele.<br />
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Allison and Fairley go on to imply that the Government, to keep the Etaples mutiny secret, issued discrete orders that Toplis was not to be taken alive. After persistently evading the authorities for several years, Percy Toplis’ luck finally ran out in June 1920 when he was shot and killed by police of the Cumberland Constabulary.<br />
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Whatever the truth about Toplis, Allison and Fairley's book raised questions in Parliament that resulted in the Government’s first public acknowledgement of the Etaples mutiny.<br />
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In 1986, when the book was made into a <a href="https://greatwarfiction.wordpress.com/2011/11/04/2670/">TV series</a> for the BBC, the transmission was a source of controversy. Ill-advisedly advertised as ‘based on true events’, right-wing press and politicians criticised its left-wing bias and revisionism as ‘a tissue of lies’. However, the bloody depiction of the trenches did much to puncture cherished ideals such as ‘patriotism’ and ‘duty’ that pervaded much of WW1 history as it was taught. Then, as now, the BBC was under fire from a right-wing government and the programme contributed to the resignation of then Director General <a href="http://www.offthetelly.co.uk/oldott/www.offthetelly.co.uk/index9920.html?page_id=238">Alasdair Milne</a>.<br />
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<i>Paul McGann, star of 'The Monocled Mutineer' in conversation at Liverpool John Moores University with Professor Gary Sheffield, Professor of War Studies at University of Wolverhampton and chair Professor Frank McDonough, April 2015</i></div>
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In recent years Michael Gove, as Minister for Education, rounded on the ‘<a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2532923/Michael-Gove-blasts-Blackadder-myths-First-World-War-spread-television-sit-coms-left-wing-academics.html">left-wing myths</a>’ being perpetuated about the Great War, citing <i>Oh What a Lovely War</i>, <i>Blackadder</i> and <i>The Monocled Mutineer</i> along with ‘Left-wing academics all too happy to feed those myths by attacking Britain’s role in the conflict.’<br />
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Today, the debate over Toplis' participation at Etaples still continues. Government documents pertaining to the mutiny, if any still exist, are sealed until 2017. There is hope that their disclosure next year might settle the question of Percy Toplis' involvement once and for all.<br />
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I suspect there will remain more questions than answers, allowing the myth of the Monocled Mutineer to persist, along with the Angel of Mons, the Phantom Bowmen, and the Harcourt Crater.Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-63455169394350457982016-06-09T13:54:00.002+01:002016-06-11T16:33:48.936+01:00The Monocled Mutineer Part 3 – The BurialNinety-six years ago today, on the morning of 9th June 1920, following an ambush by disguised policemen and a hastily convened inquest with unanswered questions, Percy Toplis was buried in Penrith.<br />
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But not even that was without its drama.<br />
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When a policeman arrived outside Penrith’s Beacon Edge hillside cemetery at 8 am, he informed the expectant crowd of Press that they had postponed the 9am funeral until 1pm because the coffin was not yet ready, so a disappointed press corps dispersed.<br />
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When they reconvened at lunchtime, they found a note on the cemetery gates informing them that that the funeral had already taken place. While their anger was directed toward the police for the deception, it was actually the Home Office and War Office that had decreed that Toplis should be secretly interred in an unmarked grave.<br />
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To that end, the police co-opted Harry Bartley, who owned a flatbed lorry. At 8.15 that morning, officers loaded Toplis’ coffin aboard the lorry from the Weights and Measure room of the Penrith police station, where his body had been kept, before covering it with rags, carpets and sacks. Bartley then drove up to the cemetery, half fearing that he might be followed or that the coffin would bounce off the bed of the truck. <br />
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He delivered the coffin to the cemetery chapel, where plain-clothes police officers intended to inter the body in an unmarked grave before anyone discovered their deception. However, cemetery parson Reverend Law insisted on conducting a full funeral service, arguing that the deceased had not actually be convicted of anything and any judgement should be left to Heaven, before leading the police in the singing of a hymn.<br />
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Only then was Toplis was then hastily buried in a grave plot ‘listed as No. 7135… under a yew tree at the highest point of the graveyard’ according to Allison and Fairley’s book, ‘The Monocled Mutineer’. <br />
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Percy Toplis’ grave remains unmarked to this day, despite several campaigns to erect a marker.<br />
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However, despite the police and the authorities’ desire to bury the incident along with Toplis, he continues to exert a fascination, even today, as fact and fiction meld into myth.<br />
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Next: The Monocled Mutineer – Controversy and ConspiracyPat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-82749166084945389732016-06-08T10:17:00.000+01:002016-06-08T10:17:50.946+01:00The Monocled Mutineer Part 2 – The InquestNinety six years ago today, on the 8th June 1920, the inquest into the death of Percy Toplis was held in Penrith, conducted by Colonel Halton, Coroner of East Cumberland.<br />
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23 year old Toplis, a deserter, petty criminal, racketeer, and possibly mutineer, accused of the murder of taxi driver Sidney Spicer, had been ambushed and shot two days before by three disguised policemen and the son of the Chief Constable for Cumbria who had tagged along. All were armed with revolvers.<br /><br />The countrywide manhunt for Toplis had been the subject of much press sensationalism at the time and reporters and public flocked to the inquest. Toplis’ wheelchair-bound and widowed mother Elizabeth and his sister, Winifred also attended the inquest having travelled from Derbyshire. The police were represented by a lawyer during the proceedings ‘in view of certain possibilities’, while Toplis had no legal representation.<br /><br />After Halton heard the police account of the shooting, to the point of overlooking several inconsistencies in their evidence, it took the jury only three minutes to decide that 'Toplis was justifiably killed by a revolver-bullet fired by a police officer in the execution of his duty' and to recommend that all three officers be honoured for their actions.<br /><br />Even so, there were unanswered questions and papers like the <i>Manchester Guardian</i> queried the <a href="https://salisburyinquests.wordpress.com/1920-2/toplis-percy/">inquest’s verdict</a>.<br /><br />Although accused of Spicer’s murder in his absence by an <a href="https://salisburyinquests.wordpress.com/1920-2/spicer-sidney/">inquest</a>, Toplis had not been charged with the crime. Why was he the subject of such an concerted manhunt over a single alleged murder? Why had no attempt to arrest him been made? Why did the policemen disguise themselves? Why did they not identify themselves as police? Why did they shoot to kill? Which of them fired the fatal shot? Who ultimately made the decision to issue them non-regulation firearms? With the only other witness dead, there was no-one to challenge their account.<br /><br />In the following weeks, the press ran ever more lurid and outrageous stories about Toplis and his time on the run, and the mythologising began.<br /><br />However, Toplis’ story had one last chapter... Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-85828160363248354102016-06-06T14:43:00.000+01:002016-06-08T10:18:08.009+01:00The Monocled Mutineer Part 1 - The ShootingNinety six years ago today, on the evening of June 6th 1920, on the road from Carlisle to Penrith, one of Britain's most wanted men, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Toplis">Percy Toplis</a>, was shot dead by police.<br />
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One of the inspirations for <i>No Man's World</i>, and the character of Lieutenant Jeffries, my first introduction to Toplis came back in the 1970s in the <i>Strange Stories</i> strand of <i><a href="http://bearalley.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/world-of-wonder-part-1.html">World of Wonder</a></i> magazine, which also exposed me to other strange First World War stories such as the Angel of Mons and the Christmas Truce football match.<br />
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A petty criminal, serial deserter and imposter, Toplis first enlisted in the Royal Army Medical Corps in 1915 and has been linked with the British Army <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89taples_mutiny">Mutiny at the Etaples Training Camp</a> in 1917. Believed to be a ring leader, he was hunted by the Military Police. Among the more supportable claims against him were his persistent impersonation an officer and his hiding in plain sight by re-enlisting in the Royal Army Service Corps under his own name. His story became the subject of a book, <i>The Monocled Mutineer </i>by William Allison and John Fairley, adapted for a <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Monocled-Mutineer-Complete-BBC-Disc/dp/B000R20XVC">four-part TV series</a> by Alan Bleasdale and starring Paul McGann.<br />
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However, there are doubts over Toplis' involvement in the mutiny. Some researchers claim he was onboard a troopship with his regiment bound for India when the mutiny occurred. Others point to the fact that there were several other soldiers named Percy Toplis at the time.<br />
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Whatever the truth, Toplis' notoriety continued after the war when he became involved in a scheme to sell army petrol on the black market. Wanted for the murder of taxi driver Sidney Spicer, he became the subject of a huge police manhunt, with his photograph circulated all over the country. Avoiding detection by again impersonating a decorated officer, he fled north to Scotland. A local gamekeeper, suspicious of the smoke coming from an abandoned crofter’s cottage, informed the police. When confronted by local constable George Greig, Toplis fired several shots from a service revolver, wounding the policeman before fleeing south.<br />
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At Carlisle Castle, Toplis had the cheek to seek refreshment from the Border Regiment stationed there before continuing south on foot toward Penrith along the A6. The man in partial military dress aroused the suspicions of Constable Fulton. He returned later with armed reinforcements in a commandeered car. Disguising their uniforms, they confronted Toplis by Romanways Farm where, on drawing his revolver, Toplis was <a href="http://www.cwherald.com/a/archive/blue-plaque-marks-spot-of-infamouschapter-in-cumbria-s-history.450975.html">shot and killed.</a><br />
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<br /><br /><b>No Man’s World Omnibus </b><br />
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On 1st November 1916, 900 men of the<i> 'Broughtonthwaite Mates'</i> went over the top at Harcourt to attack a German stronghold. They vanished into a gas cloud that cleared to reveal only what became known as the Harcourt Crater, the largest crater on the western front.<br />
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The official Government explanation was the detonation of a German mine using experimental explosives, a view generally held until 1926 when canisters of film found by a French farmer allegedly showed silent footage the battalion fighting for their lives on an apparently alien world. To this day the government denies <span style="font-size: small;">the Lefeuvre<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> </span></span>footage as a hoax.<br />
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With the hundredth anniversary approaching, perhaps the truth behind the fate of the Pennine Fusiliers will finally be revealed.<br />
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<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-26061598078521972812015-03-26T11:34:00.001+00:002015-03-26T11:39:16.626+00:00Abandoned EdificeThis amazing place is probably the closest you'll get to a Chatt edifice here on Earth. <br />
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The good folk over at Starburst Magazine's Book Worm podcast interviewed me about No Man's World.<br />
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Check it out here: <a href="http://www.starburstmagazine.com/podcasts/starburst-bookworm-podcast-listen-to-the-latest-episode">Starburst Magazine Bookworm Podcast Season 3 Episode 10</a><br />
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Never mind the Western Front, climb aboard and we'll take you to the Final Front, here on No Man's World.<br />
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You've kept the home fires burning and today sees the publication of the collected omnibus edition of No Man's World, from that fine purveyor of pulp fiction, <a href="http://www.abaddonbooks.com/">Abaddon Books</a>. Follow the 'Broughtonthwaite Mates' through 800 pulse-pounding petrolpunk pages collecting <i>Black Hand Gang</i>, <i>The Ironclad Prophecy</i> and <i>The Alleyman</i> together for the first time, along with a whole kitbag of bonus features.<br />
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<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-37070036912389184642013-04-11T09:00:00.000+01:002014-06-21T08:01:13.872+01:00Suffragette City<br />
The First World War proved to be a turning point in the advancement in Women’s rights, providing fresh opportunities for women, who found themselves drafted into new employment to replace the men sent off to fight. In 1918, the Representation of the People Act finally extended the vote to women over the age of 30, although it was another ten years before the voting age was lowered to 21, the same as men.<br />
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Prior to the war, the Pennine's own Nellie Abbott, First Aid Nursing Yeomanry, ambulance driver and aspiring tank driver, was involved with the suffrage movement. Its members had campaigned long and hard for the Vote and were forced to resort to ever more extreme tactics in order to publicise their cause. <br />
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This month sees the centenary of a <a href="http://radicalmanchester.wordpress.com/2011/11/21/the-suffragette-attack-on-manchester-art-gallery-april-1913/">Suffragette attack on Manchester Art Gallery</a>, the kind of action which Nellie would have supported, if not actively participated in. On the 3rd April 1913, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmeline_Pankhurst">Emeline Pankhurst</a>, founder of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women%27s_Social_and_Political_Union">Women’s Social and Political Union</a>, was <a href="http://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=def1-67-19130401&div=t19130401-67">sentenced</a> at the Old Bailey to three years penal servitude for inciting persons unknown to commit felony. In protest at the sentence, and in keeping with the Union’s motto, "Deeds, not words", a rash of militant actions took place across the country.<br />
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In Manchester, three women; Annie Briggs, Evelyn Manesta and Lillian Forrester entered the art gallery just before closing and began attacking paintings with a small hammer, around which was tied a ribbon declaring, "Votes for Women" and "Stop Forcible Feeding".<br />
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They attacked and damaged thirteen works among which were: <i>The Last Watch of Hero</i> and <i>Captive Andromache</i> by Lord Frederic Leighton and <i>The Syrinx</i> by Arthur Hacker, works still on display today.<br />
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The three women were arrested and brought to trial for malicious damage. Although all three protested that this was not a criminal but a political offence, Lillian Forrester was sentence to 3 months penal servitude, Evelyn Manesta to 1 month. Annie Briggs was acquitted.<br />
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Following this initial attack, paintings became a prime target for suffragettes - and not without reason:<br />
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Like the Broughtonthwaite Mates, the <a href="http://www.pals.org.uk/pals_e.htm">Accrington Pals</a>, were another northern Pals Battalion. Accrington, though, was the smallest town in England to field a volunteer battalion of a thousand men, a battalion that was effectively wiped out within the first twenty minutes of the Battle of the Somme. Barely anyone in Accrington was left untouched by the tragedy.<br />
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The Royal Exchange’s revival of Peter Whelan’s <i>The Accrington Pals </i>(17 Jan - 16 Feb),on its home turf so to speak, contrasts the experience of the men in the trenches of the First World War with the lives of the women at home.<br />
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The men volunteered for Kitchener’s new army in a spirit of bravado and comradeship, seeing the war as an adventure and escape from their daily toil. Left behind, the pragmatic womenfolk of the mill town find themselves in a rapidly changing world that presents new hardships, opportunities and fears.<br />
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The play is, by turns, poignant and funny and is underscored by dramatic irony; the audience is aware of the fate that awaits the men and the grief the women will face - but not meekly. Frustrated by rumour and newspaper propaganda surrounding The Big Push, the women of Accrington marched <i>en masse</i> to the town hall to demand the truth.<br />
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The cast are excellent, with great female characters shouldering the weight of the play, from Emma Lowndes as May, the single and independent market stall holder with her own private burden, to Sara Ridgeway’s ardent young Eva, Laura Elsworthy as the naive young mill girl, Bertha, Rebecca Callard’s earthy Sara and Sarah Belcher as the embittered Annie.<br />
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The Royal Exchange knows its space well and its set designs are always inspired. This time, designer Johnathan Fensom sets the scenes with simple cobbles, a tram line, a market stall and a water pump. Being performed in the round, there is an immediate intimacy with the audience that a proscenium arch often can’t match. If you get the chance, <a href="http://www.royalexchange.co.uk/event.aspx?id=583">go and see it</a>.<br />
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<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-85966490369053161452012-11-01T10:54:00.000+00:002012-11-03T09:32:30.764+00:00We Will Remember ThemToday marks the ninety-sixth anniversary of the disappearance of the 13th Battalion of the Pennine Fusiliers. <br />
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On November 1st 1916, at Harcourt sector on the Somme, 900 men of the Broughtonthwaite Mates vanished in what became known as the Harcourt Event.<br />
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The Harcourt Crater, the biggest crater on the Western Front, is a lasting memorial to their fate, a fate film footage, found by a French farmer in 1926, would have us believe had them fighting for their survival on an alien world. <br />
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Today in Broughtonthwaite, as for the past 95 years, wreaths were laid at the foot of the war memorial before St Chads at 7.30am, in memory of those who vanished on this day, at that time, in 1916.<br />
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<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-82105133337056993852012-10-05T14:53:00.000+01:002012-10-05T17:26:35.390+01:00The Alleyman Book Launch<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">THURSDAY, OCTOBER 11th, 2012 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">7.30pm - 9.00pm</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">at <a href="http://www.fabcafe.co.uk/index.php">THE FAB CAFE</a><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.fabcafe.co.uk/where_is_fab.php">109 PORTLAND STREET, MANCHESTER, M1 6DN</a> </span></span><br />
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<span itemprop="description"><span itemprop="description">THE ALLEYMAN is the third book in the No Man's World series from </span></span><a href="http://www.abaddonbooks.com/">Abaddon Books</a><span itemprop="description"><span itemprop="description">.</span></span><br />
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<span itemprop="description">To celebrate, join author</span> <a href="https://twitter.com/patkelleher">Pat Kelleher</a><b> </b><span itemprop="description">and
the boys from </span>Abaddon <span itemprop="description">at Fab Cafe in Manchester as we travel to another
world where World War One Tommies are trapped on an alien world and must
fight for survival.<br /> <br /> Tea! Sing songs! Readings! A small nip of
something! Buy signed books! Tally ho, we're taking the Best of British to the heathen
aliens - ABADDON BOOKS NEEDS YOU!!</span><br />
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Entry is free, so <strike>ENLIST TODAY!</strike> come along!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9126qf4cBg7ioJj5MVye7qgpYNnaUdfpJBa5Cye2g32xrhs3Y9oMrehkO1WTP3bS1WUeEuHIJXITr6U-e0_ws9MlbjF5DQyRhWNQPhUNzbtJDShQKH8lZWxNcxDEqPDN5ztSaEbw1j4I/s1600/THE+ALLEYMAN+COVER+ART+(final)-crop.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9126qf4cBg7ioJj5MVye7qgpYNnaUdfpJBa5Cye2g32xrhs3Y9oMrehkO1WTP3bS1WUeEuHIJXITr6U-e0_ws9MlbjF5DQyRhWNQPhUNzbtJDShQKH8lZWxNcxDEqPDN5ztSaEbw1j4I/s320/THE+ALLEYMAN+COVER+ART+(final)-crop.png" width="206" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> On November 1st 1916, 900 men of the 13th Battalion of the Pennine Fusiliers vanished without trace from the Somme battlefield only to find themselves on an alien planet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Now Lieutenant Everson finds he must quell the unrest within his own ranks while helping foment insurrection among the alien Khungarrii.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Beyond their trenches, Lance Corporal Atkins and his Black Hand Gang are reunited with the ironclad tank, <i>Ivanhoe</i>, and its crew to face the obscene horrors that lie within the massive Croatoan Crater, a place inextricably tied to the history of the Khungarrii and native urmen alike.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Above it all, Lieutenant Tulliver of the Royal Flying Corps, soars free of the confines of alien gravity, where the true scale of the planet’s mystery is revealed. However, to uncover the truth he must join forces with an unsuspected ally.</span><br />
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<b> Praise for No Man’s World:</b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>“Meticulous historical detail with a pulse-pounding pulp plot”</i></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i>- <b>Red Rook Review</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>"Rip-roaring fun from beginning to end"</i> - <b>SFX Magazine</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>"All the attributes of great pulp fiction, but with a 21st century edge"</i> - <b>Boston Book Bums</b><br /><i>"Blazes with action and suspense"</i> - <b>Graeme's Fantasy Book Review</b><br /><i>"Abaddon are onto a real winner"</i> -<b>Total Sci-Fi</b></span><br />
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<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-81976980391839403832012-09-11T11:07:00.000+01:002014-06-21T07:53:26.835+01:00From WW1 to WOW!In 1928, two years after the discovery of the silent film showing the Pennine Fusiliers on an alien planet, <a href="http://nomansworldblog.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/tesla-and-tommies-part-2.html">the British Government secretly funded </a>Nikola Tesla in an attempt to contact the stranded soldiers to no apparent avail.<br />
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Almost 50 years later, a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Search_for_extraterrestrial_intelligence">SETI</a> research project received a signal.<br />
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On August 15th 1977, at the <a href="http://www.bigear.org/default.htm">Big Ear Observatory</a> in Ohio, one of the two detectors of the football field-sized array picked up an anomalous signal originating from a dead area of space somewhere in the constellation of Sagittarius.<br />
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Reviewing the paper logs, Dr. Jerry R. Ehman recognised a strong candidate signal for extraterrestrial communication. He circled the anomaly on the print out and, in the margin, scribbled a note; one word - <br />
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The series of numbers, <a href="http://www.bigear.org/6equj5.htm">6EQUJ5</a>, indicated an extremely powerful radio transmission. It lasted for 72 seconds before fading away. Passing through the same patch of sky minutes later, the second detector found nothing. It was as if the signal had stopped transmitting.<br />
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An intensive search for the signal, now dubbed <a href="http://www.bigear.org/wowmenu.htm">the Wow! signal</a>, failed to find a repeat transmission and the signal has not been detected since.<br />
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There are those who believe that the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wow!_signal">signal</a> was sent in answer to Tesla’s original radio transmissions half a century earlier and perhaps similar in content to those allegedly recorded by the Dutch electrical engineer, Julius Wendigee, at the turn of the last century. <br />
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Could the Pennines have been attempting to send a reply? If so, what did the message contain, and why did it suddenly cease transmission? We may never know. However, there are those today who, despite the odds, still listen for English out of the void.<br />
<br />Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-51765865507370891852012-08-24T15:14:00.000+01:002012-11-03T09:11:54.056+00:00The Shape of Things to Come<div style="text-align: left;">
Pye Parr's stunning re-creation of an old cinema lobby card from the 1951 film, <i>Space Tommies</i>, itself inspired by the Hepton Footage of the Pennine Fusiliers, now adorns the cover of <i>The Alleyman</i>, the third book in the <i>No Man's World</i> series from Abaddon Books. </div>
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Out 9th October (USA & Canada) and 11th October (UK)</div>
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Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-53991370011035454632011-09-06T14:35:00.001+01:002012-11-03T09:13:30.102+00:00Smile, Smile, SMLE...The most important piece of equipment for a British Tommy in the First World War was his rifle. For most, this was the SMLE or <a href="http://www.enfieldrifles.ca/ri2a.htm%20">Small Magazine Lee Enfield</a> rifle (the 'small' refers to the barrel length, not the magazine). It was a British Army standard issue bolt action rifle that fired .303 calibre high velocity ammunition. It had a deadly accuracy over several hundred yards and an effective range of over two thousand yards.<br />
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The magazine held ten rounds and could be loaded from the top with individual rounds or five round clips (ammunition pouches on a soldier's webbing could hold up to one hundred and fifty rounds). Soldiers could fire fifteen rounds a minute ‘rapid fire’ as a matter of course and up to twenty eight in ideal conditions. Sustained volley fire could have such a devastating effect it was often attributed to machine guns.<br />
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However, it was an offence to fire the rifle without specific orders from an NCO or officer. To prevent soldiers firing off entire clips, the magazine could be locked off with the cut off plate, leaving one bullet ‘in the spout’, but preventing further rounds from being cycled up into the chamber until ordered. The magazine cut off was left open when directly engaging the enemy.<br />
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Just as lethal as the rifle, though, was the bayonet. The barrel of the <a href="http://www.rifleman.org.uk/The_Rifle_Short_Magazine_Lee-Enfield.htm">Lee Enfield</a> was much shorter than the German standard issue Mauser rifle, which put the British Tommy at a disadvantage during close combat. The answer?<br />
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A longer bayonet. Seventeen inches long, in fact.<br />
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In the right hands, the Enfield was an effective and precise weapon. It would serve the Pennine Fusiliers well in their fight for survival - for as long as the ammunition lasted.Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-10787196816424509492011-08-19T10:24:00.002+01:002012-11-03T09:15:50.901+00:00Tesla and the Tommies - Part 2<div style="text-align: left;">
It wasn’t just Tesla’s theories about ‘death rays’ that the British Government were interested in. In 1899 Tesla claimed to have received faint radio signals from outer space on his array at Pike’s Peak in Colorado Springs and believed them to be a form of interplanetary communication.<br />
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Then, in 1926, the Hepton footage was discovered in a French field, along with the journals and letters that constituted the rest of the Lefeuvre find. The silent black and white film, depicting the Pennine Fusiliers apparently alive and on an alien world, was shown to packed picture houses around the world. If the Pennines really were stranded on another planet, it occurred to some in the War Office that there maybe a way of communicating with them. They urgently sought confirmation from Tesla. Partly financed in secret by the British Government, Tesla continued to refine his <a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Teslascope">Teslascope</a> in an attempt to contact the battalion by radio, hoping to detect a responding radio communication from them. No such signal was ever detected or, if it was, its contents have been kept secret to this day.</div>
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In the end, the Government officially declared the Hepton footage to be a hoax but nevertheless continued its clandestine funding of Tesla’s research for some years after, suggesting that at least one or two powerful political figures believed in the provenance of the film. But, in the early 1930s, Ramsay MacDonald's Government became disillusioned with Tesla’s progress and withdrew its support.<br />
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Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-62032607190790419542011-08-12T14:59:00.000+01:002012-11-03T09:17:01.526+00:00Tesla and the Tommies - Part 1In the minds of the public and the press, <a href="http://badasshistory.com/tesla.html">Nikola Tesla</a>, famed scientist and inventor, became embroiled the Harcourt Event shortly after the First World War and has been linked with it ever since.<br />
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In the aftermath of the war, the War Office held an enquiry into the 1916 events at Harcourt. Despite the official explanation that the Harcourt crater was created when the Germans blew up a mine filled with ‘experimental explosives’, popular conjecture focused on ‘death rays’. Indeed, in 1914, the War Office itself had offered a reward of £25,000 to anybody who could create such a weapon. It was no great leap to assume that the Germans might have been working on something similar and Tesla appeared before the enquiry testifying to the scientific possibility of such a ray causing the crater.<br />
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Tesla claimed to have built such a ‘death ray’ himself. Many other people subsequently made similar claims, including Britain’s own <a href="http://www.forteantimes.com/features/profiles/193/grindell_death_ray_matthews.html">Harry Grindell Matthews</a>. However, Tesla was said to have been testing the application of this ‘peace’ ray technology as early as 1908, at his Wardenclyffe laboratory. When Robert Peary set off on an expedition to the North Pole, Tesla asked him to look out for any unusual activity as he intended to test his ray. Peary saw nothing. Tesla assumed his ray failed.<br />
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It wasn’t until 1927, however, that news of the 1908 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event">Tunguska explosion</a> reached the outside world, after a Russian expedition to the remote site. When it was implied that <a href="http://prometheus.al.ru/english/phisik/onichelson/tunguska.htm">Tesla’s ray</a> might have been the <a href="http://www.reformation.org/tesla-and-tunguska.html">cause of the explosion</a>, to some it was proof positive of Tesla’s unwitting involvement in the Harcourt Event, too, suggesting that a further test of Tesla’s death ray misfired, causing the deaths of 900 British soldiers. It was a theory Tesla was quick to refute, citing the Hepton footage itself, which had been found a year earlier and quite clearly showed the soldiers to be alive. The fact that shortly afterwards the British government declared the footage to be a hoax only served to fuel the conspiracy theories.<br />
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There were others, though, that saw a different explanation for what happened at Tunguska - a failed attempt at recreating the Croatoan Working.Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-19531252921535306092011-07-22T09:29:00.000+01:002012-11-03T09:18:22.656+00:00Communications Trench No.1With the publication yesterday of <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Ironclad-Prophecy-No-Mans-World/dp/1907992154/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1310118455&sr=1-1"><i>The Ironclad Prophecy</i></a>, the <b>second</b> book in the <i>No Man’s World </i>series, here’s your chance to catch up with all the bumf from HQ in a round-up of recent latrine rumours, reviews, readings, interviews and podcasts.<br />
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First up is a wind-up gramophone recording from <a href="http://www.abaddonbooks.com/">Abaddon Books</a>’ own dugout, where <a href="http://abaddonbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/abaddon-solaris-books-podcast-11-now-up.html">David Moore debriefs Pat Kelleher</a> on the background to the <i>No Man’s World</i> series.<br />
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Next comes a <a href="http://falcatatimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/interview-pat-kelleher.html">barrage of questions</a> from behind the lines courtesy of Gareth Wilson at <i>The Falcata Times</i>, who followed up with <a href="http://falcatatimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/science-fiction-review-no-mans-world-2.html">an explosive review</a>.<br />
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Graeme Flory over at <i>Graeme’s Fantasy Book review</i> also gave the book <a href="http://www.graemesfantasybookreview.com/2011/07/no-mans-world-ironclad-prophecy-pat.html">a bright Very flare of a review</a> and wanted to know more about the<a href="http://www.graemesfantasybookreview.com/search/label/guest%20blog"> historical inspirations</a> behind the series.<br />
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And for those of you who are still wondering about going ‘over the top’ into No Man’s World, <i>Boston Book Bums</i> recently fired off a <a href="http://bostonbookbums.com/2011/07/19/biblioholic-review-black-hand-gang/">brilliant review</a> of the <b>first</b> book in the series, <i>Black Hand Gang</i>.<br />
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Still not enough for you? Then ‘Stand to’ on the fire step and take a peek over the parapet of Book 2 with David Moore’s <a href="http://abaddonbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/pat-kelleher-reading.html">trench periscope as Pat Kelleher reads an extract </a>from <i>The Ironclad Prophecy</i> at this year’s Alt.Fiction.<br />
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Finally, Cavan Scott wanted to know which book I <i>wished</i> I written. Find out what it is <a href="http://cavanscott.com/2011/07/06/guest-blog-pat-kelleher-%E2%80%93-i-wish-i%E2%80%99d-written%E2%80%A6-the-beiderbecke-affair/">here</a>.<br />
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And if you’re curious about the tank featured in the books, check out previous posts <a href="http://nomansworldblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/hg-wells-and-his-ironclad-prophecy.html">here</a> and <a href="http://nomansworldblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/landships-ho.html">here</a> and follow <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/PennineFusilier">PennineFusilier on Twitter</a>.Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022779045755445356.post-24641992904917921862011-07-15T10:18:00.001+01:002012-11-03T09:19:15.626+00:00Landships Ho!When the Pennine Fusiliers vanished in November 1916, they weren’t the only British troops to disappear. It is now widely acknowledged that a Mark 1 male tank, the <i>HMLS Ivanhoe</i>, vanished with them.<br />
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Partially inspired by HG Wells’ 1903 tale in the Strand magazine, <i>The Land Ironclads</i>, the tank was conceived as an armoured landship to counter the German machine gun and trench defences. They were organised into several companies under the command of the Machine Gun Corps, each with a small complement of Mark 1 male and female tanks (also called bulls and bitches).<br />
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Both male and female tanks had fore and aft light machine guns and side gun sponsons. In the Mark I male tanks these were armed with two 6 pounder Hotchkiss guns and two Hotchkiss belt-fed machine guns:<br />
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The Mark I female tank had smaller side sponsons, equipped only with four Vickers machine guns: <br />
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These armoured behemoths were thirty two feet long, weighed twenty eight tons and could reach a maximum speed of four miles per hour. They were powered by a 105hp hand-cranked Daimler engine and <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/interactive/animations/mark_one_tank/index_embed.shtml">had a crew complement of eight</a>. It took four of them just to turn the starting handle. It also took four men to drive it. The driver and tank commander sat up front in a small cabin. Each tank track was also controlled by separate secondary gears, manned by two gearsmen at the rear. The other four crew were gunners and loaders.<br />
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After the tanks’ first notable victory at <a href="http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/FWWflers.htm">Flers Courcelette</a>, in September 1916, 'I' Company of the Machine Gun Corps Heavy Section was deployed to the Harcourt sector, with the hopes that it would help break the deadlock there before winter set in.<br />
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It wasn't to be.Pat Kelleherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860449290403358741noreply@blogger.com0