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Alpine Fairy Music December 14, 2012

Posted by Beachcombing in : Modern
Alpine Fairy Music

Fairy music is one of the least studied and yet one of the most curious parts of the world of fairy. Why are these curious beings so strongly associated with melodies? drbeachcombing AT yahoo DOT com What is fairy music like? And do all fairy peoples in the world play the violin? Beach can’t even [...]

All Hail the Male Witch! June 21, 2012

Posted by Beachcombing in : Medieval, Modern
All Hail the Male Witch!

Why were witches, in the early modern period, women? The simple answer is that they were not. In all parts of Europe there were male witches and in some part of Europe male witches (witch = those put on trial for that crime) outnumbered narrowly or substantially the number of female witches. So at one [...]

Exclaves! June 4, 2012

Posted by Beachcombing in : Actualite, Contemporary, Modern
Exclaves!

A strange post today – just for a change… Beach has recently been troubled by the Kaliningrad Oblast, a peculiar bit of Russian territory that stands several hundred kilometres to the west of the Russian frontiers. Now an exclave of Russian life on the borders of Poland and Lithuania, Kalingrad would be just the kind [...]

Perrottet: Sinners’ Grand Tour March 23, 2012

Posted by Beachcombing in : Ancient, Medieval, Modern
Perrottet: Sinners’ Grand Tour

Tony Perrottet, The Sinner’s Grand Tour: Journey Through the Historical Underbelly of Europe (2011 in paperback) Broadly-speaking all humans have three reactions to forms of sexual activity: (i) frenzy, (ii) comic indifference or (iii) disgust. Beachcombing, for example, has to (i) contain himself when confronted with sultry Mediterranean beauty. He finds it (ii) amusing that [...]

First C-section and pig gelding December 18, 2010

Posted by Beachcombing in : Ancient, Medieval, Modern
First C-section and pig gelding

Beachcombing is presently watching his beloved village disappear under that ghastly white stuff called snow. Mrs B., meanwhile, is running around with Little Miss B. upstairs in a state of wide-eyed childish bliss. She seems to have forgotten that, given she is now eight and a half months pregnant and given that the nearest hospital is [...]