tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89272250501689370462024-02-18T17:31:17.964-08:00Bobbie Neate - Conspiracy of SecretsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-12049218497367613702014-11-07T09:15:00.000-08:002014-11-07T09:15:06.562-08:00Review of Anne de Courcy's book in Daily MailInteresting review by Peter Lewis on Anne de Courcy's latest book about Margot Asquith... pity Anne did not read my book before she published!<br />
The Mail's heading is :"The love triangle at Number 10 that could have cost us the war" .. Yes Asquith's philandering nearly did .. but no mention of sex other than the fact that Asquith was keen on it after Margot banned him from her bedroom (after many failed pregnancies).. Anne misses the point that Asquith was more than a groper and would take a lady's hand to his erect instrument if she dared sit beside him!! ..Poor Venetia she did stand a chance of repelling this awful man ... in my view he was another Jimmy savile.<br />
Anne also wonders about his daughter Violet Asquith and her lesbian tendencies .. I also wonder why she was SO keen to defend her father .. ..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-55781135586713855642014-11-01T13:27:00.003-07:002014-11-01T13:27:49.520-07:00A broken man <span style="font-size: large;">A good day's conference on Liberal History concerning WW1 held at Kings College London. I find it amazingly that the male political historians don't seem to understand that a politician's emotions are as important as their rhetoric. Surely it is important to know that Asquith was threatening suicide throughout many months of the war? If you are thinking of ending your life ..can you make good decisions? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Is it not important in our understanding of his handling of the war to know that his thoughts were often turning to illicit sex? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The historians consider that the fact Asquith looked "tired" during the early years of the war is significant but the fact that he was "a broken man", when Venetia sent her fateful letter telling him she was leaving to marry Montagu is irrelevant, in relation to Asquith's decision to form the coalition in May 1915! Strange people... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">By the way t</span><span style="font-size: large;">here was a female professor of social history at the conference </span><span style="font-size: large;">who agreed with me about the importance of emotions in relation to historical events ... surely its time female historians took a more active interest in political history .. or will we always get a one sided view of crucial events? </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-23222899574540547032014-10-27T16:02:00.000-07:002014-10-27T16:02:06.582-07:00Asking demanding questions at the Liberal History Group's meeting<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 22px;">Liberal History Group ..will they discuss Asquith's love life in war time?</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: white;">Ah ha </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">, I see the Liberal History Group is holding a conference this Saturday (November 1st 2014) on the Liberal Party's position in the First World War.</span></span></span></strong><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;"><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica-Bold; line-height: normal;">I am going and intend asking some difficult questions.</span><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">I want to find out whether they will be discussing Asquith's great passion for Venetia Stanley during those early </span></span></strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><b>years of the war. Will they discuss why Asquith was so depressed and why he agreed to the coalition so quickly in May 1915? Are they going to come clean </b></span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica-Bold;"> that the prime minister who headed up the war cabinet during one of the bloodiest conflicts in history was suicidal and close to having a nervous breakdown whilst sending our boys to the trenches and in many cases certain death? He was by all accounts devastated when his young lady friend </span><b style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;">Venetia Stanley finally left HH Asquith for another cabinet member? </b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;"><br />If not, why not? And why are the Liberals so keen to keep the story hidden after all these years? Are there still people alive and in high places today that need protecting? And why are the squeaky clean Liberals so squeamish about these very dusty skeletons in their closet?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica-Bold;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And the big unanswered question is: would our early war effort - which is documented as being a shambles - have been more successful with someone other than Herbert Asquith in charge? Someone who was FULLY concentrating on saving the lives of the lads on the front. After all if he could write letters to his lover in war cabinet meetings was his mind fully on the job of managing the war? </span></span></h3>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-33722786107405236702014-10-26T06:14:00.004-07:002014-10-26T06:14:37.909-07:00Asquith AdorationAsquith adoration? <br />
What about the newly elected (October 22nd 2014) Liberal Hereditary Peer <b style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Raymond Asquith? He has been elected a hereditary Life Peer ( after the death of Lord Methuen who had no issue) and becomes the 3rd Earl of Oxford and Asquith. He joins his cousin Jane Bonham Carter in the House of Lords..... the adoration of HH Asquith seems to be continuing! </b><br />
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<b style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">I wonder why?</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-81407091231344219702014-10-26T06:11:00.001-07:002014-10-26T06:11:10.434-07:00Liberal History Group ..will they discuss Asquith's love life in war time?<strong style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Interesting, I see the Liberal History Group is holding a conference this saturday (November 1st on the Liberal Party's position in the First World War.</span></span></strong><br />
<strong style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I will be going. </span></span></strong><br />
<strong style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I want to find out whether they will be discussing Asquith's great passion for Venetia Stanley during those early </span></span></strong><span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><b>years of the war. Will they discuss why Asquith was so depressed and why he agreed to the coalition so quickly in May 1915? Are they going to come clean that our prime minister was suicidal when Venetia threatened (and finally did) leave HH Asquith for another cabinet member? </b></span></span><br />
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If not, why not? And why are the Liberals so keen to keep the story hidden after all these years? Are there still people alive and in high places today that need protecting? And why are the squeaky clean Liberals so squeamish about these very dusty skeletons in their closet? <br />
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<em style="background-color: white; color: #505050; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">(A one-day conference organised by the Journal of Liberal History and King’s College, London. Saturday 1 November 2014, Room K2.40, Strand Campus of KCL.)</em>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-7367763045833827252014-03-06T05:21:00.000-08:002014-03-06T05:21:09.997-08:00 Asquith wrote to Venetia on 26th July 1914 Asquith wrote to Venetia on 26th July 1914<br />
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Asquith informs Venetia about developments with Home Rule and then his worries about the build up of tensions in Europe…..<br />
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"What a screed about politics! Poor darling - but you are very patient, and, what is even more to the point, <i>really</i> interested - aren't you? "<br />
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In my view this shows that he knows Venetia is not really that interested in politics (even though he sends her state secrets in the normal post) ….He is trying to delude himself that she is .. I still find his delusions quite amazing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-52001762997966293752014-03-05T23:50:00.003-08:002014-03-05T23:50:46.754-08:00Started to reread letters about start of WW1I have started to re read Asquith's letters to Venetia in the build up to the war… one thing I hadn't noticed before was that he appeared to include in his letters the actual telegrams that he had received and send them to Venetia .. quite extraordinary!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-13034917282629847332014-03-03T00:24:00.001-08:002014-03-03T00:24:16.867-08:00Tim Piggott Smith is going to play Asquith on Thursday BBC 2 at 9.00! And for three nights too…..<br />
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Tim was interviewed on the Andrew Marr show and the presenter insightfully asked Tim whether there was anything about his letter writing to Venetia in the play .. he said there wasn't but they both agreed that Asquith was a serial gropper.. how much dropping does he do in the play?<br />
I can't wait to see the play as it is billed as a proper historical documentary but why has Mark Hayward (the author) missed out the vital fact that Asquith was writing letters to his young lover in cabinet meetings?<br />
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That union of prime minister HH Asquith and Venetia Stanley produced my stepfather Louis Stanley!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-56267418051008958052013-09-03T14:10:00.000-07:002013-09-03T14:10:17.139-07:00Its been a busy week and I am still slowly revealing more details from my book. Why don't the Liberals come out of the woodwork and tell us what really happened to their leader in WW1? Was he threatening suicide? Did he take his eye off the ball? Was he more interested in Venetia than what was being discussed in the war cabinet? The story about Asquith's mental health gets worse and worse did Venetia's sister also try and pacify the irrational war time leader?<br />
Watch out for more radio interviews this week...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-73714238375047606322013-08-27T09:45:00.000-07:002013-08-27T09:45:00.460-07:00More interest over the weekend .. Lots of interest in Conspiracy of Secrets over this weekend! A Scottish newspaper was interested in the story because Asquith was MP for East Fife and rector of Glasgow University and a Welsh newsprint loves the story because Asquith often visited the Stanley family in their glorious summer house Penrhos ( 30 bedrooms) on Anglesey. There is strong evidence that Louis was born here. Two more radio interviews to come this week Radio Scotland in the morning with another on Thursday morning.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-71070138187238465262013-08-15T09:54:00.000-07:002013-08-15T09:54:05.745-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After a miserable month with plenty of personal drama most of which was very sad, I can now look forward to more radio shows taking an in-depth interest in Conspiracy of Secrets. Tomorrow I will be speaking on the <span style="color: navy;">Bill Padley on Talk Radio Europe </span>(<b style="background-color: white;">http://tinyurl.com/ns6ksbk) </b><span style="background-color: white;">I am sure there will be lots of interest from ex-pats in my story. </span>Then perhaps I will be interviewed by <span style="color: navy;"> </span><span style="color: navy;">Sue Dougan at BBC Radio Cambridgeshire tomorrow as well. I will keep you posted about timings.</span></span><span style="color: navy; font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-91636964123453669442013-07-12T14:29:00.002-07:002013-07-12T14:29:30.909-07:00Thank you Chater's Motoring books for inviting me on your stand at the Goodwood Festival of Speed to sign books. I loved it.<br />
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I know I shouldn't be surprised... but I am .. that so many people remember the era of BRM and Graham Hill. I suppose I was only a little girl then and really I had no idea how many followers BRM had... I knew that the first BRM win in Zandvorte ( Holland) hit the national headlines but I never thought much about it at the time. ) I must have been about 11.<br />
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Thanks also to those who have already read Conspiracy of Secrets and came up to see me.... there were some great compliments .. perhaps the one I liked best was" I could not put it down.. and when I had finished it made me think so much.. I have never thought about a book so much before"! Thanks Alan.<br />
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I won't be there over the weekend but Chaters will look after you (not far from the Michelin stand on the way to the food tents). Its not really so amazing that so many people want to go to Goodwood as Lord March etc do it so well.. thanks for the courtesy car that did help as I had so much to carry.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-54791140555190730332013-07-08T03:59:00.001-07:002013-07-08T04:03:57.446-07:00Goodwood Festival of Speed Next Friday July 12th I shall be at the <a href="http://www.chaters.co.uk/" target="_blank">Chater's</a> Motor Books <a href="http://www.goodwood.co.uk/festival-of-speed/" target="_blank">Goodwood's Festival of Speed</a> all day long, signing copies of my book. You could ask: "Why the link with motor racing?"<br />
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Stepfather Louis Stanley was the domineering character who was the boss of BRM (British Racing Motors) with my wonderful mum Jean Stanley (she was the daughter of A. Owen who started <a href="http://ruberyowen.com/" target="_blank">Rubery Owen</a>. the large motor engineering company of Darlaston).<br />
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In the book I recount tales from my childhood from the motor racing days of the 1950s and 60s.<br />
Here's a bit about my memory of <a href="http://www.aintree.co.uk/" target="_blank">Aintree race course</a> (the British GP was often held there in those days) in the days of Harry Schell.<br />
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day Stepfather risked all our lives however years later he became well-known in
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myself round the course, where he stopped at various places. He sat for hours
on the tiny seat, absorbed with the viewfinder of his Leica, practising moving
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at a position near the track, where there were no spectators to disturb the
swing of his camera. As the cars started to appear for practice, we walked
around the course and based ourselves at the end of the Sefton Straight near
the Melling Road. In front of us were some rusting poles, bending in unison,
when the brisk wind blew across the undulating land. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I jumped out of my skin when the first car came hurtling
towards us. I tried to make my legs run for my life but the shrieking of the
tyres and the engine cackling transfixed me. I closed my eyes, as the driver
appeared to head straight for me and thrashed with the gearstick. After he had
disappeared around the double-twisted turn, I turned to find Mum, equally
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<i>“Don’t be wimps”, he shouted at us, trying to be heard
above the noise of the next car approaching. “This is an ideal place for
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<i>The noise abated and he rasped in his usual way: “Come on,
darling, there’s nothing to fear, they're just making a lot of noise. You’re
not taking the children away. We’re watching expert drivers here. They know
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<i>Mum made more protestations, but all he said was, “There
is this protective line of poles in front of us. Come on. You’ll soon get used
to it.” He was clearly enjoying himself. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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had difficulty controlling the rear wheels as the back of the car swayed into
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<i>“Don’t be silly, dear, this is fine,” not lifting his head
from the viewfinder. “You’re getting an amazing view from here. You’ll soon get
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<i>In the silences, I listened for the distant rumble of the
next car as I searched the horizon for what appeared to be a tiny black fly
that climbed the hump, before it came bearing down on us at over one hundred
and eighty miles per hour. I grimaced each time, but I no longer closed my
eyes, as I was fascinated by the cars, often with one or more of their wheels
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<i>Mum and I felt more reassured when we recognized the BRM
was out on the circuit with Harry Schell, our charismatic driver, at the wheel.
Stepfather continued to concentrate on his photography as we watched our hero
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<i>Mum, with stopwatch in hand predicted when the American
would appear over the brow of the hill. It seemed less alarming now we had the
BRM to watch. At the allotted time I scanned the horizon for his car. Then,
there he was, the uneven surface jostling him from side to side as the car
bounced up and down. As he approached, I anticipated the noise of the jangling
gears and screaming brakes but I did not expect the gesture! Harry raised his
gloved right hand and gave us a big wave! <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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excitement as his capacious nose was still pressed tight into the sights of his
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like one and a half hours as I waited for Schell to reach the top of the small
incline again. Finally there he was, bearing down on us, this time I was ready
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<i>As more cars joined the practice session the noise became
continuous, so conversation was only possible during brief pauses between cars.
The pungent aroma of the shredding tyres hung in the air and I could taste the
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day. Fancy having the time to wave at us on the Sefton chicane, the fleas, (a
term she liked to use for us children) really enjoyed that. You've made their
day they can’t stop talking about it.” <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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trying to warn you. That’s a treacherous position to watch, if any of us had
lost control, like a car did last year, we would have ploughed straight into
you.” <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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for cars, that’s for the horses. They wouldn’t stop a Hillman Minx at ten miles
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experience for those you knew to die or be injured so horrifically they never
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-36589250016713783242013-06-17T04:42:00.000-07:002013-06-17T04:42:04.360-07:00Interesting to read that History Today magazine ( http://www.historytoday.com) has an article about the history of drinking. That the expression Squiffy developed because Asquith was so well known for his drinking habits. The young Winston Churchill once had to pick him up off he House of Commons floor this was all covered up!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-44191115378443672592013-06-12T12:07:00.000-07:002013-06-12T12:07:11.355-07:00<span style="color: blue;">Thank you Susan Johnston of New Zealand for your comment .. that Conspiracy of Secrets is a "fabulous book" and thank you for putting a five star review on Waterstone's website!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-86703164142679638222013-06-10T04:10:00.002-07:002013-06-10T04:10:25.313-07:00Morley: The birthplace of H.H.AsquithI recently visited Morley in Yorks to give a talk to the local family history group about my book.<br />
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The sign on the gate to Croft House, where H.H.Asquith was born.<br />
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The garden at Croft House.. was this an old water mill?<br />
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The bust of Asquith in Morley Town Hall. Asquith was given freedom of the city. Violet Bonham Carter is daughter continued the family links with the town. ( I wonder if Venetia Stanley ever went.. I must find out!)<br />
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I felt very welcome in Morley with the Family History Group.<br />
The audience was knowledgeable and asked some really good questions. Of course I dont know why some people act like they do .. but I guess we want to try and understand why some human beings behave!<br />
I can guess why the politicians acted the way they did, but as for Stepfather I am not so sure, I know why.<br />
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Travelled by train and when I got to Morley station ( having looked it up on Google) .. I was going to walk to the venue .. but a r<b>eally really </b>nice lady saw my suitcase and asked where I was going .. she then insisted on taking me to the hall in her car.. ( very grateful as it was much longer than it looked and there were long flights of steps). thank you whoever you were ..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-11503598724242171642013-06-06T12:49:00.000-07:002013-06-06T12:49:02.608-07:00New booking .. talk to be given to the Lancashire Family History Group ( London division) at Brompton Library on March 22nd 2014 at 2.00 PMAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-86818197230142304792013-06-05T05:27:00.002-07:002013-06-05T05:27:54.678-07:00Trip to Birthplace of H.H.AsquithOn my way to Morley the birthplace of Stepfather father! H.H.Asquith only lived there until he was four but he was given freedom of the city .. and when he went Violet of course went with him .. I wonder if Venetia Stanley also went?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-36070792162888402532013-06-03T05:30:00.002-07:002013-06-03T05:30:20.519-07:00Talk tonight at Kingsgate Tennis Club, Winchester .. come along .. I will talking about how Winchester came into my story numerous times .. all spooky! Be there at 7.00 tonight June 3rd!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885464637224117500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-56359275798964968482013-05-11T05:06:00.001-07:002013-05-14T12:17:14.173-07:00New informationI will be going to Goodwood more information soonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927225050168937046.post-71763452794244436682013-03-01T03:40:00.000-08:002013-05-14T12:16:47.435-07:00Genealogy in 'Conspiracy of Secrets'<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Who Do You Think You Are?</h3>
It was a relief to discover that a professional genealogist rates the genealogical research I did in the writing of my book,<strong> <em><a href="http://www.johnblakepublishing.co.uk/e-store/Conspiracy-of-Secrets.html">Conspiracy of Secrets.</a></em></strong><br />
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In the book I trace the origins of my stepfather whose past was very carefully concealed and I discovered that he was the illegitimate son of Prime Minister Asquith and the much younger, Venetia Stanley, his daughter's best friend.<br />
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When you attend something as extraordinary as the Who Do YOu Think You Are? LIVE show and find Olympia heaving with professionals and experts... and the investigative methods you used in your research are what they do for a living, it is quite daunting! Anyway, I booked a stall at the WDYTYA? Live show and last weekend laden with stock, I went to sell my book and spread the word. I had a wonderful three days there and you can read about it on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/ConspiracyOfSecrets?ref=hl#!/ConspiracyOfSecrets/photos_stream"><strong>my book's Facebook Page</strong></a> - do visit me there!<br />
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So I was delighted to be contacted by professional genealogist, Roy Stockdill who tells me that my genealogy was spot on. You can read Roy's wonderful blog posts here:- <a href="http://blog.findmypast.co.uk/tag/roy-stockdill/"><strong>Roy Stockdill blog post</strong></a>. Thank you, Roy!<br />
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You can just see me, hard at work at Olympia, in this picture. I am the figure in pale blue, standing to the left of a man in a suit, about an inch from the top, pretty much in the centre of the frame.<br />
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[Bobbie Neate's book Conspiracy of Secrets is published by <a href="http://www.johnblakepublishing.co.uk/e-store/Conspiracy-of-Secrets.html"><strong>John Blake Publishing</strong></a>]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0