Drinking wine, entertaining women, and rescuing old buildings

Okay I don't remember who said that. But it was some important person. Or it should have been.

Old buildings are important in ways that are regularly unobserved by far too many of us. When cities fail to retain some pockets of run down, less than salubrious buildings, the economic spectrum changes inside that city. Old buildings often attract only meagre rental rates – but this has the consequence of maintaining the presence of rare types of start-ups, students, minority special interest endeavours and a flow of humans who in spite of other factors contribute economically to surrounding businesses and to transport and other services. Apart from structural architectural real archival meaning, old buildings preserve a social continuity that without which, cities have only a theoretical and 'experimental' form of social and economic foundation. Old buildings create employment at basic levels in ways that new buildings only create vast gulfs of unemployment on account themselves thereof, and old buildings provide and maintain social and economic bridges between one mature business cycle and a nascent one. Today's worldwide property market problems are expressions of a mindless and over-excited – and ultimately a mistaken – obsession of making money from property 'development.' And property 'development' is quite different to the philosophy of architecture. That is my own view. I always remember the phrase delivered by Woody Harrelson in that movie with Demi Moore, which quotes the architect Louis Kahn: “every brick aspires to be something... ...more.”

Every woman of potential greatness secretly aspires to something... ...more. And that too is my own view coming from the perspective of a man who likes, at least conceptually, to believe that he might rescue old buildings. And also find some space in which to drink wine too. All these things are very difficult to achieve in a fine balance.

One can see the possibility that much is missed out on when society fails to preserve its temples of the mind, and its figures of the recent past, and its social and cultural memory and artefacts.

Alas I no longer have the books belonging to my father written by his favourite writer of the english language – Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch. For if I did, I would much more vigorously stuff down the throats of today's long-heads, that (again in my own view) Eton was never, the pinnacle of an english education to those of the genuine aristocracy, but rather, a place to send the second sons of money who could hold no deep thoughts in their head and were better off tying vines and slogging through mud and carrying out orders explicity. Quiller-Couch went to Clifton House. And so did W.O. Bentley.

Who today knows that much about Quiller-Couch? Who knows that much about Gertude Bell...?

Fancy that though, for Gertrude Bell finds an excellent excellent space in the wikepedia. And may I say just this, it would be hard to find a more accurate and more truly inside intelligencer of all things Al Qaeda and politically Arabic than the wikepedia entry for Ms. Bell.

Far be it from me to suggest that Oxonians wrote the Koran. One of my uncle's best friends was a certain Leslie Charles Bower-Yin, of whom it was told in my family that he himself really penned but perhaps two books concerning the adventures of the pulp literary legend The Saint. And far be it from me to suggest that Oxonians also penned the rest of that series! But reading what you can today of Bowyer-Yin, might give you an impression of what goes on in writing and publishing and the marketing thereof.

I do recommend looking at the Wikepedia entry on Gertrude Bell. She was my father's aunt. One of three quite illustrious aunts in fact. Ah for the past!

(Bell is at the extreme left of the hand-tinted old pic)

And yes 'W.O. Bentley' created those British cars. Here's a pic of today's model:

Best, Calvin J. Bear.