Friday 9 August 2013

Ladies' night pulls in the boys

 

Another blast from the past... it's Edinburgh Festival time again and a regular on the bill is the Lady Boys of Bangkok cabaret show. Went behind the scenes to speak the 'girls' and find out a bit more. Left feeling just a bit unsettled, not because of who they are but why... who pays for their surgery? What route do they take to get where they are? Unanswered questions thanks to a language barrier but my overriding feeling was not a good one...


 

HER hair is honey blonde, her pink and white robe is pulled primly closed and her long legs daintily crossed while she perches on her chair, peering forward, gazing intently at her own reflection.


A sweep of mascara across eyelashes that flutter provocatively, another flamboyant 'mwah' pout into the mirror, then back into the overflowing make-up bag for some bright, sparkling eye shadow and the transformation is well under way.
Nice - pronounced 'Nee' - is ten minutes into her laborious make-up routine, an hour away from slipping into a sparkly, foxy little 'Kylie' outfit and 90 minutes from becoming part of one of the longest running, most successful Edinburgh Fringe acts around.
Look harder at this striking young woman as she sits at the dimly-lit backstage changing rooms at the rear of a massive theatre tent, and it becomes clear why she's such an attraction.
Nice's bone structure - with those delicate high cheekbones, feline eyes, heart-shaped face - is, close up, strangely larger than you might feel it really should be. Her hands, albeit perfectly manicured, just a bit on the big side. Her feet, compared to the average girl's, are absolute whoppers.
When she speaks and gestures, it is with comic-book exaggerated femininity, an over-the-top flick of the hair here and an affected 'head thrown back' giggle there, the way only a 5ft 10ins bloke pretending to be a woman can really do.
Indeed that is exactly what Nice is - or, to be more accurate, was, until not that long ago when surgeons completed the eye-watering operations to give her breast implants, remove her masculine - ahem - appendages and, with a daily cocktail of hormones to create smooth, hair-free peachy skin, make a new woman out of him.
Since then, Nice - like her fellow Lady Boys of Bangkok, born a boy, now very much one of the girls - has never looked back.
Last week, Nice and her fellow Lady Boys gave the grey-suits at the council a flavour of their unique 'third sex' show when they crammed into the public galleries of the typically-staid council chambers in full sequins, feathers and make-up in protest to a proposal that will move them from their Festival home in the Meadows.
Perhaps, it was mooted, they could relocate to somewhere like Sighthill, a proposal that led to much high-pitched squealing, dramatic hair flicking and sobs.
When the decision, after a long debate, came, it was in favour of the Lady Boys. Today, as they rummage through their overflowing make-up bags, it's in the knowledge that next year, their 12th year in Edinburgh at festival-time, they'll be back in their high heels, entertaining crowds, churning up the Meadows' grass once more.
Nice loves Edinburgh, she whispers breathlessly between digging out a sparkling silver eye shadow and smearing it on across her already heavily made-up lids. "I like the shopping," she says. "Top Shop, I buy a dress there."
Mention Harvey Nichols and three of her fellow Lady Boys perched in a row in front of a line of mirrors suddenly swivel around, grinning broadly, and say: "Yes, Harvey Nichols! Is good!"
Suddenly there's a flash of bare flesh as 27-year-old Tui dashes past in a tight vest top and even tighter red knickers which, judging by their smooth outline, seem to suggest that she too has said 'sayonara' to her masculine extras.
In fact, most of the cast have opted for full surgery - possibly less painful than the alternative which involves the longest-serving cast member, 40-year-old Sac, aiding and abetting an eye watering 'nip and tuck' rearguard action of pushing unwanted masculine assets well out of the way.
It turns out that Tui was once a strapping six-foot tall lad, studying resource management at university. Now he is a she, vital statistics of 32-25-37ins with endless, cellulite-free legs and a sparkling pink mobile phone.

The surgery, she explains in what she hopes is a sultry feminine husky tone, didn't hurt at all.
It might well have hurt her wallet, however the explanation as to how Tui made the leap from struggling student lad to fully-qualified 'lady' - a route which for some of Thailand's transsexuals can take them deep into the country's sex trade, suddenly becomes lost in the language barrier.
"Yes," she says. "Very good being Lady Boy. I like to dress beautiful costumes, I like to see the people clap their hands. I wanted try something new with life, see new people, be a new woman!"
Certainly, Edinburgh has embraced their show since their Fringe debut in 1996. When the troupe opted out the following year, their management found themselves fielding questions from fans desperate to see them again. This month, they'll hit the stage 70 times.
As a crowd of giggling women arrive to take a table beside the stage, Lady Boy Sak
says he is delighted the Lady Boys of Bangkok have won the right to return to the Meadows next year. "Edinburgh is like our second home. I love the Scottish people, they are friendly," he says.
"We come back here next year. We love Edinburgh."
FRINGE STALWARTS
THE Lady Boys of Bangkok have become a regular and popular feature of the Edinburgh Fringe, having first appeared in 1996.
* There are 16 performers, supported by front of house and backstage staff.
* Their cabaret style show is a blend of mime, dance, comedy and glamour. Each Lady Boy dances the equivalent of 1.2 miles per show.
* They are the largest Thai company of performers to appear in the west.
* So-called 'lady boys' or 'kathoey' can often be found in Thailand's cities where the attitude towards their lifestyle choice is often relaxed.
* A large number work in entertainment and cabaret shows, however some are linked to the sex industry.
Appeared
25 August 2009
Edinburgh Evening News
The Scotsman Publications Limited

Thursday 8 August 2013

Heroes who must not be forgotten.

A very old one this*... stumbled across, forgot I'd ever written it although obviously the research must have been agony. No reason in particular for suddenly posting it, just that it's always fascinating and humbling to remember those who fought and died in two world wars.
Story mentions plans for a national memorial in honour of the Victoria Cross medal holders... ten years on and I don't believe it's ever happened.
Poignant anniversary next year.... Time to revive the idea, perhaps?


THEY were the bravest of the brave, men who fearlessly disregarded their personal safety to save the lives of others.

In remarkable acts of selflessness, displaying extreme courage and with incredible strength of character as enemy fire poured down, they revealed almost superhuman qualities.
Their reward for laying their lives on the line - and, indeed in many cases, sacrificing them - was to come in the form of a small but enormously precious medal, cast from the bronze of two Russian Crimean War guns captured after the siege of Sebastopol in 1855 and awarded in recognition of exceptional gallantry, regardless of rank or grade.

There have been just 1354 awards of the Victoria Cross since it was instituted in 1856, the merest glimpse of its distinctive crimson ribbon on the breast of a veteran enough to establish him as a military monarch - irrespective of whether he was a private or a colonel, a corporal or a major.
Its civilian equivalent, the George Cross, was instituted in 1940 to replace the Empire Gallantry Medal, the Albert Medal and the Edward Medal.
The decoration has been awarded to a mere 400 people, who, just like their counterparts in the armed forces, have all displayed incredible bravery for others.
While the courage of this select band of individuals could never be in doubt, it is only now that plans are being made to create a National Memorial in their honour and to establish a fund to ensure the restoration and upkeep of many of their far-flung graves - assuming, that is, that the necessary 250,000 pounds can be found.
Of course, such matters would have been far from the minds of the fearless fighting elite from around the Edinburgh area, whose split-second reactions, and fortitude in the face of almost certain death earned them the recognition and gratitude of an entire nation.
They include the likes of Lance-Corporal William Angus, the Great War light infantryman from Linlithgow who voluntarily left his trench in the face of enemy fire to rescue an officer, a deed accomplished despite him sustaining some 40 wounds for his troubles; Leith-born Sapper Adam Archibald, who in 1918 defied machine-gun fire and poison gas to persevere in the essential construction of a floating cork bridge across the Sambre-Oise Canal in France; and the remarkable Corporal Thomas Peck Hunter, a 21-year-old Royal Marine commando from Stenhouse, who sacrificed himself as a target to save his troop. It was April 2, 1945, when Cpl Hunter and his 43 Commando Royal Marine comrades were on the German Gothic Line defences at Lake Comacchio in Italy. Barely more than a teenager, Cpl Hunter was in charge of a Bren gun section when he spotted his men were devoid of cover.
Seizing his gun, he charged across 200 yards of fire-swept open ground towards a group of houses where three heavy machine-guns were lodged. Their gunfire was intense, yet so determined was his bid to detract the Germans from firing at his own men that the enemy was confused. Startled by the ferocity of Hunter's shooting, six of the enemy machine-gunners surrendered, while the remainder of them simply fled.
Cpl Hunter then cleared the entire house, changing several magazines of ammunition as he ran, firing accurately and continuing to draw the enemy fire away from his men. Most of his troops had reached cover by the time he was hit in the head, a single German bullet all it took to snuff the life out of a fighting hero.

Today, the VC which he never lived to see is on show at the Royal Marines Museum in Southsea. Closer to home, there is now a memorial plaque to remind pupils at the Capital's Tynecastle High School of his heroism, while eight cottages in Stenhouse Street West stand in his memory.
Almost 100 years separated him from Lieutenant Robert Blair of the 2nd Dragoon Guards, a 23-year-old from Avontoun in Linlithgow who found himself at Bolandshahr, India, in September 1857. Yet they are linked by the same indefatigable fighting spirit.
Lt Blair had been ordered to take a party of one sergeant and 12 men and bring in a deserted ammunition wagon. But as they approached, almost 60 Indian mutineers on horseback moved in.
It must have been a terrifying sight yet, without hesitation, Lt Blair formed up his men and gallantly led them through the rebels. He made good his retreat without losing a single man, leaving nine enemy dead in his wake. Two years later, however, he was himself dead, a victim of a far trickier foe - smallpox. Today, a plaque in his memory can be seen at the Covenanter's Prison Section in Greyfriars Cemetery.
 
 
In all, more than 30 military elite from around the Edinburgh area were awarded the VC, their heroic deeds stretching from October 1854 and the Crimean War, when Morningside-born Sergeant Henry Ramage of the 2nd Dragoons (Royal Scots Greys) galloped to the assistance of a private surrounded by seven Russians whom he duly dispatched, to Cpl Hunter's astonishing Second World War exploits.
Judging whether an act of valour is worthy of a VC is no easy task - the rules stipulate that the event should be witnessed by at least two others and that there should have been a 90 per cent chance of death. And, explains Didy Grahame, joint appeal director of the Victoria Cross and George Cross Association, these were no "brainstorm" incidents by battle-scarred men unaware of the risks they were taking. This is why 294 VCs have been deservedly awarded posthumously throughout the UK since the medal was first introduced.
"These awards are only given when it's known they understood the risks," she says. "Usually they are given to people who have already shown this kind of behaviour on frequent occasions, whose colleagues can confirm that he would have been fully aware of what he or she was doing. That is what underlies these awards."
Now is the time, Ms Grahame says, to ensure an appropriate memorial to VC and GC holders is established - it will be a two-foot square inlaid stone which will rest near the Tomb of the Unknown Warrior at Westminster Abbey, along with a fund which will help guarantee their graves are not allowed to be forgotten.
Of course, acts of supreme courage and bravery do not only occur on the battlefield. And for those civilians who put their own lives on the line for others, there is the George Cross.
There can be few better examples that than of David Brown, the West Calder mine overman, when in January 1947, he continually entered Burngrange Shale Mine pits after a massive explosion, braving raging fires and the threat of collapse, in a bid to reach trapped miners. Finally, while few of us would even be called upon once in our lifetime to commit such unselfish acts of bravery, perhaps it's worth remembering the supreme sacrifice of Private Charles Kennedy, 2nd Bn., The Highland Light Infantry.
Born in West Port, Edinburgh, he was just 24 and serving in Dewetsdorp, South Africa, in 1900 when he carried a wounded comrade three-quarters of a mile to hospital. The next day, he volunteered to carry a message across country over which it would be almost certain death to venture. He had gone barely 20 yards when he was severely wounded.

Pvt Kennedy was made of particularly sterling stuff. Seven years after receiving his VC, he was back home in Edinburgh, casually strolling along Leith Walk, when a runaway horse and cart thundered past. Realising it was heading straight for a group of children playing in the street, he again displayed astonishing courage as he tried to prevent disaster. Tragically, that heroic deed cost him his life.
In an age when footballers, pop idols and movie stars are often referred to as "heroes", Pvt Kennedy was the genuine article. Yet the man who put his life on the line for duty no fewer than three times today lies buried on common ground in North Merchiston Cemetery. His grave is unmarked.
Donations or requests for further information to: The VC and GC Memorial Appeal, Horse Guards, Whitehall, London SW1A 2AX.
 
Roll-call of honour for acts of bravery by Edinburgh's finest
VICTORIA CROSS
Captain William Bloomfield, of Broomfield, Edinburgh, 2nd South African Mounted Brigade, braved 400 yards of machine-gun and rifle fire to reach a wounded man in Miali, Tanganyika (now Tanzania), 1916.
Cpt Walter Brodie, Highland Light Infantry, of Belgrave Crescent, Edinburgh, led charge to evict Germans from British trenches in Belgium, 1914. Eighty of the enemy were killed and 51 taken prisoner.
Lieutenant William Bruce, 59th Scinde Rifles, captured an enemy trench near Givenchy, France, 1914. Despite neck wound, encouraged men to hold out against several counter-attacks until he was killed. 
 Lt Thomas Cadell, 2nd Bengal European Fusiliers, born in Cockenzie. During siege at Delhi, India, 1857, defied enemy attack to bring in two wounded men.
Cpt John Cook, Bengal Staff Corps, Indian Army, braved heavy fire at Peiwar Kotal, Afghanistan, 1878, charging out of the trenches with such impetuosity that the enemy broke and fled. Fought a hand-to-hand battle to save a major's life.
Lt-Colonel Arthur Cumming, Commander of the 2/12th Frontier Force Regiment, Indian Army. In Kuantan, Malaya in 1942, Japanese soldiers attacked his battalion. Despite two bayonet wounds, led successful counter-attack. Wounded in heavy fire as he collected isolated detachments of men.
Lt William Dick-Cunyngham, Gordon Highlanders, born Prestonfield. Inspired faltering men during an attack on the Sherpur Pass, Afghanistan, 1879, by charging alone into enemy fire.
Pvt James Davis, 42nd Regiment, born in Canongate. At Fort Ruhya, India, 1858, offered to carry the body of a dead lieutenant back to the regiment.
Lt Robert Digby-Jones, Corps of Royal Engineers, at Wagon Hill, Ladysmith in South Africa, 1900. re-occupied a hill just as three leading Boers reached the summit.
Lt James Dundas, Bengal Engineers. At Dewan-Giri, Bhootan, India, in 1865 he climbed a 14ft wall and crawled through a 2ft-wide opening to reach around 200 enemy soldiers barricaded in a blockhouse.
Lt John Graham of the 9th Bn, The Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders. At Istabulat, Mesopotamia, 1917, despite two wounds, insisted on carrying ammunition and operated his gun with fearsome accuracy.
Sergeant-Major John Grieve, 2nd Dragoons (Royal Scots Greys), from Musselburgh. In Balaclava, Crimea, 1857, saved life of a Heavy Brigade officer, cutting the head off one Russian and dispersing others.
Surgeon Anthony Home, from Dunbar, 90th Regiment. 1857, Lucknow, India, protected wounded men from attack for more than 22 hours.
Lt William Hope, 7th Regiment. Sebastopol, Crimea, 1855, twice braved open fire to rescue an injured adjutant.
Cpt William Johnston, born Leith, 59th Field Coy, Corps of Royal Engineers. On River Aisne, Missy, France, 1914, worked two rafts with his own hands, returning with wounded from one side and taking back ammunition, while continuously under fire.
Lt Allan Ker, 3rd Bn, The Gordon Highlanders. In St Quentin, France, 1918, used a single Vickers gun to hold up the attack, inflicting many casualties. Surrendered only when out of ammunition and the situation hopeless. Single-handed, he held 500 of the enemy off for three hours.
Lance-Corporal John Mackay, 1st Bn, The Gordon Highlanders. Crow's Nest Hill, Johannesburg, 1900, repeatedly rushed forward under fire at short range to attend to wounded comrades.
Pvt John McDougall, 44th Regiment, born Old Town. Taku Forts, China, 1860, joined two others to swim through ditches to become the first British troops to mount the Fort walls.
Lt David McGregor from Craigs Road, Corstorphine, 6th Bn The Royal Scots. 1918 at Hoogemolen, Belgium, used his own body to successfully protect guns concealed on a limber from enemy fire. Killed in action later that day.
Cpl James McPhie, 416th (Edinburgh) Field Coy, Corps of Royal Engineers, born Rose Street, Edinburgh. In 1918, assisted troops to cross a floating bridge at the Canal de la Sensee near Aubencheul-au-Bac, France, under shell fire when it began to sink. Attempted vital repairs before being fatally wounded.
 
 
Pvt William Reynolds, Scots (Fusilier) Guards. At Battle of the Alma, Crimea in 1854, gallantly rallied the men round the Colours.
Commander Henry Ritchie, Royal Navy, of Melville Gardens, Edinburgh. On board HMS Goliath in command of the search and demolition operations at Dar-es-Salaam, Tanganyika in 1914 when wounded eight times in 20 minutes. Carried on until fainting from loss of blood. Died at home in Craigroyston House, Davidson's Mains in 1958.
Pvt Same (John) Shaw, 3rd Bn, The Rifle Brigade, from Prestonpans, East Lothian. 1858 at Lucknow, India, confronted and killed an armed rebel, sustaining a sabre wound.
 Quartermaster-Sergeant John Simpson, 42nd Regiment, born Edinburgh. 1858 at Fort Ruhya, India, twice went out under heavy fire to rescue wounded men.
Lt Harcus Strachan, from Bo'ness, served Fort Garry Horse, Canadian Expeditionary Force. Assumed command from dead squadron-leader at Masnieres, France, 1917, leading men through enemy machine gun and killing seven gunners with his sword.
Lance-Corporal Alexander Thompson, 42nd Regiment, born Tolbooth. Fort Ruhya, India, 1858, volunteered to retrieve the body of a lieutenant.
Pvt George Wilson, 2nd Bn, The Highland Light Infantry. 1914, Verneuill, France, located a German machine-gun by shooting six of the enemy and bayoneting the officer.
Cpt David Reginald Younger, 1st Bn, The Gordon Highlanders. Krugersdorp, South Africa, 1900, braved fire to drag an artillery wagon under cover. A later attempt to bring in the guns cost him his life.
 
GEORGE CROSS
John Alexander Fraser was Assistant Attorney General (Colonial Service) in Hong Kong, serving with the British Army Aid Group when the Japanese invaded in 1941. He was interned in the Civil Internment Camp in Stanley and immediately organised escape plans and a clandestine wireless service for his fellow prisoners. Despite being subjected to prolonged torture he refused to utter one word. Unable to break his spirit, the Japanese executed him on October 29, 1943.

David George Montagu Hay, later Marquess of Tweeddale, from Gifford, East Lothian, was serving on SS Eurylochus when it was sunk by an enemy raider 600 miles off Sierra Leone in 1941. He managed to reach a liferaft but - despite sharks infested waters - he dived back in to rescue a radio officer and survived.
Archibald Young, a chartered accountant, was working at Curtis & Harvey Ltd, an explosives factory at Roslin in 1916 when an explosion tore through the building. Aware that four girls were inside, Young and two colleagues defied the risk of explosion to rescue the occupants.
Eric Watt-Bonar, Flight Sergeant RAF (Voluntary Reserve), originally from Edinburgh, was based at a small airfield in Eccles in 1932 when an aircraft crashed and caught fire. From underneath the protection of an asbestos blanket, he unfastened the pilot's straps, released him and dragged him from the burning wreckage before administering first aid.
 
*This was written a while ago now, so it is entirely likely that the figures for medal holders has changed since then. Apologies and perhaps one day I'll get around to updating those figures.
Edinburgh Evening News 3 December 2002
Scotsman Publications.

Meet James McLevy - the original number 1 detective

Another oldie, may have posted  previously and maybe a bit out of date with reference to radio programmes and so on, but still kind of interesting. Hopefully.

 

 

LURKING in the eerie closes, the crowded, stinking tenements and along the Old Town's dark, damp wynds, petty crime, debauchery and all forms of human brutality festered. Pilferers, pickpockets, prostitutes, vagrants, robbers and burglars. And, very often, murderers.

It was Edinburgh in the mid-19th century, the birthplace of the Enlightenment, a respected seat of learning and home to the cream of Scottish society.
But, as Irish farmer's son James McLevy quickly discovered, Scotland's capital was also a rich melting pot for its vile, lawless dregs. So it was just as well that he was on the case.
Officially named on Edinburgh City Police's payroll records as their 'number 1' detective in a team of six, over three decades McLevy was involved in around 3000 cases.
McLevy's name went on to become famed in the annals of police history, thanks to his own diaries recording in vivid, sometimes caustic and often humorous detail the crimes, the people and the city streets where he worked.
Edinburgh's criminals were said to have fled at the sound of his giant footsteps, but it was his unique detection methods - one moment rubbing shoulders with the criminal fraternity, the next probing the educated minds of Edinburgh University's professors using scientific advances to develop clues - that sealed his reputation.
He might have been forgotten had he not published - in the 1860s - his account of his investigations.
And now his name and his position at the heart of Edinburgh's budding police force is - perhaps ironically for a man said to have been the inspiration for Sherlock Holmes - providing the heart and soul for yet another Edinburgh fictional crimefighter.
McLevy's name has already been loaned to a BBC Radio 4 crimefighting character, loosely based on his 150-year-old writings but given a dramatic edge by actor and author David Ashton.
Currently in its fifth series - "quite an accomplishment for radio," declares Ashton - he has now moved into print to with the Inspector McLevy Mystery novels. Eventually it's hoped that tales of the crimefighter, born in County Armagh, who trained as a linen weaver and came to Edinburgh to work in the trade, could make the transition to TV - perhaps even played by the actor who has brought the radio character to life, Hollywood-based star Brian Cox.
It's a remarkable revival for a detective whose writings were adored by Victorian readers. Even back then, it seems, everyone loved tales of a good Edinburgh detective.
"I was doing research for a television play about Conan Doyle and came across a passing mention of James McLevy," recalls David. "I asked at the British Library and after what seemed like a couple of hours this book appeared, a sorry looking thing, falling to pieces and tied up with a piece of dingy ribbon.
"I opened it up and it was like entering another world. Here was this person with this wild humour which I liked, a kind of grandiose quality, someone who really fancied himself as a philosopher with a big character.
"He was known as 'Jamie McLevy, the thief taker' and this idea of him being so proud of what he was doing struck me. I saw the kernel of a character."
While his two novels - Shadow of the Serpent was published last year, and the second, Fall From Grace, is about to come out - use McLevy's name and an outline of his character in a string of fictional episodes, the real McLevy was just as fascinating.
He pounded a beat that took in Edinburgh's Old Town slums and Leith crime hotspots, areas like Calton Hill and Princes Street which were popular with pickpockets, and the slums of the High Street and Canongate.
McLevy had decided the best way to solve crime was to mix with the pickpockets, prostitutes, body-snatchers and thieves, using the information some let slip to drive down the crime rate, and mingling with the population in plain clothes, undercover.
He used his ability to blend into a crowd to great effect to snare notorious pickpockets Holmes and Angus McKay. The pair had taken to following McLevy to his home in Old Fishmarket Close each night to ensure he was safely out of the way before they went out looking for victims - a tactic that didn't impress McLevy.
"And what made it worse was that they thought I was utterly ignorant of all this care taken of me," he wrote.
So, he hatched a plan, perhaps the first recorded example of a police sting.
Aware that one of Holmes' favourite tricks was to use a woman, who was known as The Swan, to sing in public to attract a crowd whose pockets he could then pilfer, McLevy waited until the thieves had followed him home.
Then, heavily disguised, he crept out to join the crowd as they enjoyed the music. As Holmes sneaked up, ready to dip McLevy's pockets, one of his colleagues nabbed him.
"The strains of The Swan were hushed; nor did she begin again; she was too much affected to be able to sing when her tender mate was in the claws of the eagles," wrote McLevy.
On another occasion, he revelled in what amounted to hero worship from women after snaring three child-strippers - a 19th century crime which saw well-dressed youngsters stripped naked in the streets by thieves who then sold the stolen clothing.

As for his love life, McLevy wasn't averse to becoming involved with female criminals.
Jean Brash, known as the Princess of Pickpockets and the Queen of Thieves, plied an alternative trade from a beehive-shaped brothel known as the Happy Land in Leith. McLevy was a regular, and she was one of the few criminals to outwit him.
Former police inspector John McGowan studied McLevy as part of a masters degree course.
"That he existed is without doubt," he says. "But just how much of what he wrote about was true, how much was anecdotal and how much had been changed to make the story... well, who knows?"
Fall From Grace, An Inspector McLevy Mystery by David Ashton, is published by Polygon
 
30 May 2007
Evening News - Scotland
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The mail order doctor

Sitting at his desk in his Edinburgh study, Dr James Cullen laboured intensely over every single response, carefully instructing his long-
distance patients on what to do – cold baths and travel were particular favourite remedies – meticulously logging each patient’s correspondence and then copying one of his replies for his records.


Sealed and stamped, letters between doctor and patient winged their way – or, as this was the 18th century, they trotted along in horse-drawn carriages and bobbed over sea by boat – to places as far distant as Elgin and Manchester, Antwerp, 
Berlin and Madeira.
After all, Dr James Cullen was the most famous medicine man of his era, a mail order medic whose knowledge, advice and flair for communicating the mysteries and marvels of his profession had turned him into a global superstar.
And one who, for some of his despairing patients, must have been their final, maybe their only hope.
At his peak and at a time long 
before modern communication, the Edinburgh doctor was known around the English speaking world. Eventually, however, his fame dwi
ndled to within the walls of the Royal College of Physicians, Edinburgh (RCPE), where he was once president and where his portraits hang and items he once used – such as his pestle and mortar – are currently on show.
Now his fame in a fascinating and at times bizarre role as global mail order medic is being revisited in a Fringe production, using letters drawn from his own collection which not only reveal in absorbing detail the myriad of medical woes that afflicted his patients but his own, sometimes quite surprising, recommended cures.
“He became known as ‘The Doctor’,” says Iain Milne, Sibbald Librarian at the RCPE, where Dr Cullen’s letters are kept. “He was probably the most famous doctor in the English speaking world, so well known that people would simply address their letters to him as Dr Cullen, 
Edinburgh.
“What’s remarkable is that he wasn’t famous because he discovered anything in particular, but because he had this remarkable reputation that spread across countries. “
Patients hundreds of miles away would hang on his every word, taking advice for remedies – perhaps much to their relief he did not favour old-fashioned prescriptions involving things like snails, cobwebs, vipers and powdered skull – and accepting suggestions that they exercise, take cold baths and travel.
Among the letters that arrived at his Edinburgh study were some from patients with what seem to be very modern troubles. For in an age before vaccinations and antibiotics, when it might be expected that people’s health troubles would focus on how to survive everyday illnesses, many instead dwelt on issues like weight gain, stress and stomach ache. “The problem was that 18th century doctors couldn’t do much about things like infections or curing many diseases, they didn’t have the knowledge,” adds Iain. “So they tended to prescribe for the patient rather than the disease.”



People wrote seeking advice over fevers, colic, tumours and scabs. Some wanted help with toothache and worms, others for troubles with itches, nauseas, deleriums and 
ravings.
Some of the letters, viewed through modern eyes, can be amusing, Iain adds, others devastatingly poignant, oozing the writer’s misery for the plight they find themselves having to endure.
“One,” he explains, “from a man in Dumfries is a brilliant description of depression,” he explains. “Another letter from Perth was from a man suffering from venereal disease – who pleads for discretion – who is given a very long and complicated 
prescription.
“Jane Webster from Yorkshire wrote to him very concerned about her weight,” adds Iain. “There’s one long letter from her wondering what her weight should be for her height, she says she is a ‘44-year-old with dark hair, dark complexion and warm temper’ but had begun to grow fat before she was 20.
“She talks of having a father who was also very ‘corpulent’, and tells how she was 18st 2lb but had reduced her weight,” he adds. “She writes to him to ask what she should do, and his reply is that she ‘persist in present measures’.
“He also suggests she take great bodily exercise and cold bathing.”
Indeed, cold bathing features in many replies, adds Mr Milne, who presents part of the Fringe show, in which a selection of letters and Dr Cullen’s responses are shared with the audience.
“He often suggests people travel because he thinks that is good for them and also so they can take the waters at various spas.
“He suggests travelling to Germany for some patients and cold bathing in Peterhead during winter for others.”
He meticulously detailed what his patients should do while travelling, even down to choice of clothing, vehicle, where to sit on the coach and which windows to open.
Letters arrived daily and Dr 
Cullen, having risen every morning at 6.45am, would spend around two hours composing his responses before visiting his Edinburgh patients.
Incredibly, he would copy out his response – word for word – to create a full medical record of his patients’ troubles, eventually in 1781 opting to use an early copy machine designed by his friend, James Watt.
“One patient’s letter was 12 pages long and describes everything about diet and environment, the weather – if it’s cold or windy – and wonders what impact it has on their health,” adds Iain.



“There were a lot of people who’d write with stomach pains. One from Aberdeen suffered from an excess of bile and writes to Cullen detailing all the things he’s taking for it – it’s an extraordinary letter – and Cullen writes back saying he’s worried about him taking too many medicines.”
In return, his patients would part with two guineas for each consultation – around £250 by today’s standards, not only making Dr Cullen a world famous doctor, but quite a wealthy one too.
His fame, explains Iain, was the result of his fine reputation as a medical lecturer, his status at the head of the RCPE in a city recognised globally as a centre of excellence for 
medicine.
“It was during the Enlightenment, the Edinburgh medical school was at its height, and he was one of its leading professors,” he adds. “He wrote two very important textbooks – one, First Lines in Practise of Physique, was a hugely successful medical textbook at a time when lots of people were learning medicine.
“And he must have been a fantastic teacher. He was certainly very 
famous.”
Dear Doctor, with Professor David Purdie, College Librarian Iain Milne and actress Elayne Sharling, is at the Royal College of Physicians, Edinburgh, until Saturday. Tickets £8 (£6).
Appeared Edinburgh Evening News, 7 August 2012.
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Talking books... and presidents.

Been a while since I posted anything, so I'll aim to refresh a bit more regularly from now on.
This piece is from a couple of years ago now, but I thought of it as it's Canongate's 40th anniversary this year.
I'd been wondering whether I should revisit it and its boss Jamie Byng... but would I end up with anything different to this piece?
Sometimes there is an element of 'groundhog day' to working the same features patch for so long...
 
 
 
 

 

JAMIE BYNG bursts into the reception area of his Canongate publishing company, mobile phone clenched to his ear, all wild hair, skinny tight jeans and mild panic.

"What do you mean he won't get into the car?" he says, whipping his left hand through long curly locks, then dashing back outside, the door slamming behind him.
A crisis is unfolding with one of his major authors - he won't leave home by taxi for an interview he thought had been cancelled.
The author, a high-profile TV regular with a big contemporary following, isn't budging, but if anyone can smooth things out, it's the charismatic, likeable, easy-going boss of one of Scotland's most successful publishers.
The Honourable Jamie Byng, son of the Earl of Strafford - he is also a descendant of Admiral John Byng, executed by firing squad for failing to prevent the French capture of Minorca in 1756 - and one-time party animal behind a successful Edinburgh club night Chocolate City, is not your run-of-the mill, every day kind of boss.
Today his business is riding high with the publishing scoop of the year - perhaps the decade - after spotting the potential two years ago in a series of memoirs written by a certain little known American called Barack Obama.
Byng read Dreams From My Father and his political biography The Audacity of Hope, thought both were "remarkable books by a remarkable person" and swooped to secure the UK and Commonwealth publishing rights.
One presidential election later and Byng has just overseen a print run of 100,000 more copies of one and 40,000 of the other - brown cardboard boxes stuffed with the paperbacks are piled high around his offices - to add to the astonishing number already sold. He also holds the rights to Obama's just-published third book.
On Canongate's office wall is a mocked-up picture of a smiling Obama, sporting a Santa hat, pointing towards a line of numbers - the movable arm is currently set at around 900,000 - with the words "Obamometer, one million. Sell it - yes we can!".
Obama's arm is almost certainly going to be pointing off the scale before long.
While last year's Canongate turnover was a very respectable GBP 8m, next year's looks set to escalate even further, to an astonishing GBP 13m.
"Those books are two of the best acquisitions we've ever made, but it's about more than that," he nods, hair flopping back into his eyes. "I think these are not only great books but they are extremely important books, and I believe there's a long, long life ahead of them."
Byng, 38, fell for the books before Obama's presidential prospects became clear. He wooed the politician via a succession of complimentary e-mails - and insists he would have battled to bring them to the UK market regardless of the historic events over the past six months.
"It's apparent when you read Dreams From My Father that this is a wise, serious, open-minded, articulate and really visionary human being. This is someone's memoir written back when I was taking over Canongate - and it's amazing what he has done in that period of time, growing in the most extraordinary way," he enthuses. "It's very exciting for us to be on this journey with him."
He speaks with sincere passion about all the books that line the walls of Canongate's offices in a 16th century building off the High Street,
not just those by the President Elect.
For example, he's immensely proud to point out his Booker Prize winning author Yann Martel, whose The Life of Pi has sold over a million copies, and that comedy partnership The Mighty Boosh's GBP 20 hardback has shifted an impressive 225,000.
He's also champing at the bit to talk about David Simon, creator of the US TV series The Wire - acclaimed by many critics as one of the best TV dramas ever - whose 17-year-old book, Homicide, was languishing out of print until he swooped, republished and sold, so far, 65,000 copies.
"That's unbelievable," he grins, turning the book over in his hands, caressing its cover like he's holding a precious jewel. "It's a brilliant book."
His enthusiasm is clearly infectious. Next year, Canongate will mark its 15th anniversary under his dynamic control and his staff appear to be just as hooked on their jobs as he is. Take the heavily pregnant receptionist. She is due to give birth in a fortnight, already she's planning her return to work later in January.
That, it seems, is the Jamie Byng factor. Certainly his striking presence has led to a stunning turnaround for a Canongate. It twice faced financial collapse before he sauntered in for a spell of work experience in an industry he knew little about, and instantly became hooked.

That was back in 1994, when Canongate founder Stephanie Wolfe Murray brought him into the offices. He'd been weighing up what to do as his English literature course at Edinburgh University drew to a close. Until then, his key interest had been in running Chocolate City one night a week, enjoying a party animal lifestyle while cutting his teeth in business, learning how to hard sell, spotting what people wanted and sending them home happy, hopefully with a profit in his pocket. He applies a similar formula as a publishing house boss.
For example, he pulled out of a potential money-spinning deal to publish Sir Sean Connery's Being a Scot after the book swerved in a direction he didn't feel comfortable with.
"You are asking a reader not just to buy a book, you're asking them to give you their time," he says. "If someone makes that investment to give hours of their life to a book you have published, then it's not something to take lightly.
"You have got to publish with complete passion and conviction. Publishing is built on dreams and passion. You've got to say, hand on heart, this is a great book, it will change the way you think, it will enrich your life, make you laugh or cry and stretch yourself and your sense of who you are if you read this book."
He knows his business inside out, yet becoming a publisher was never on his radar when he first walked in back in 1994. His eyes were opened: "I loved books but I didn't know what a beautiful creative process there was in publishing," he explains.
As the business fell on hard times, Byng and business partner Hugh Andrew - who later founded Edinburgh-based Birlinn publishing - pooled resources and contacts and bought out the company. Byng's connections - his step father is Sir Christopher Bland, former chairman of the BBC governors and now Canongate's chairman - certainly helped.
He steered the business into a new direction, remaining true to its Scottish roots but broadening its contemporary appeal. One of his defining moments was snaring the likes of Bono and Nick Cave to provide their take on books of the Bible, guaranteeing news headlines in the process.
While home is in London with his second wife, Elizabeth Sheinkman - he moved to be near his first wife Whitney and theirchildren, Marley, 12 and Leo, ten - Edinburgh is where Canongate will always remain, insists Byng, and even though 2008 has been a remarkable year he says there's no room for complacency.
"This is a very precarious and unpredictable and mercurial business. There's no such thing as a sure-fire winner.
"We're still the small guy. We're the underdog and we live by our wits. But it doesn't stop us."
 
 
A FORCE IN INTERNATIONAL PUBLISHING
 
JAMIE BYNG helped save publishers Canongate from bankruptcy in 1994, when he bought the business.
It has grown into an international publishing force, with offices in Melbourne and New York as well as a London base. It employs 20 people in Edinburgh.
Among the titles it publishes are Lanark by Alasdair Gray, 2002 Booker Prize winning The Life of Pi by Yann Martel, and The Private Lives of Pippa Lee by Rebecca Miller.
Canongate authors Kate Grenville and M. J. Hyland were both shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 2006.
 
Appeared Edinburgh Evening News 19 December 2008
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