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17.4.41 [George Orwell]

April 17, 2011 in Hampstead, London, Lord's, Political, St John's Wood, War-time, ambulances, bomb, guns, sleep by orwelldiaries

Very heavy raid last night, probably the heaviest in many months, so far as London is concerned…Bomb in Lord’s cricket ground (school-boys having their exercise at the nets as usual this morning, a few yards from the crater) and another in St. John’s Wood churchyard. This one luckily didn’t land among the graves, a thing I have been dreading will happen…Passed this morning a side-street somewhere in Hampstead with one house in it reduced to a pile of rubbish by a bomb – a sight so usual that one hardly notices it. The street is cordoned off, however, digging squads at work, and a line of ambulances waiting. Underneath that huge pile of bricks there are mangled bodies, some of them perhaps alive.

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28.7.40 [George Orwell]

July 28, 2010 in Bajker Street, Bergery, Borkenau, Doriot, England, Hitler, Joyce, Lord Haw-Haw, Lord's, Oswald Mosley, Petain, Political, War-time, fascist, heron, kestrel, sparrow, traffic by orwelldiaries

This evening I saw a heron flying over Baker Street. But this is not so improbable as the thing I saw a week or two ago, i.e. a kestrel killing a sparrow in the middle of Lord’s cricket ground. I suppose it is possible that the war, i.e. the diminution of traffic, tends to increase bird life in inner London.

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13.6.40 [George Orwell]

June 13, 2010 in Blackshirts, Bow, Government, Home Guard, LDV, Lansbury, Local Defence Volunteers, Lord's, MCC, Pioneers, Political, War-time, by-election, communists, pacifists by orwelldiaries

Yesterday to a group conference of the L.D.V.[1], held in the Committee Room at Lord’s…Last time I was at Lord’s must have been at the Eton-Harrow match in 1921. At that time I should have felt that to go into the Pavilion, not being a member of the M.C.C.[2], was on a par with pissing on the altar, and years later would have had some vague idea that it was a legal offence for which you could be prosecuted.

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