Sunday 19 November 2017

The Fortnightly Flag#11 St Columbanus Day Empress Irene I told you so

The Fortnightly Flag


21 November 2017


St Columbanus' Day

Columbanus died on Sunday, 23 November 615 AD so this week is his saint's day. The monasteries celebrated the death of a founder-saint rather than his/her date of birth as this was the date they were, in the words of the Salvation Army, "promoted to glory".


Been there Seen it Done it Got the T-shirt

Gender fluidity is much in the news although I think we need to be careful to distinguish between gender fluidity in a social context which is quite common and the biological state of being transgender which is very rare.

I have written about the subject in a social and political context in a stage play, a biography of sorts of another saint's life, that of the Byzantine Empress and Emperor Irene.

She was well-named. Eirene is Greek for 'peace'. She became Empress when she married Leo IV who, possibly as a result of a brain tumour, embarked on a regime of strict iconoclasm with predictably dire consequences for freedom of thought and worship. When he died of his illness Irene took over as Regent for their young son. When she took over the reins of power she did not relinquish them until shortly before her own death twenty years later.

The play was briefly titled 'The Empty Throne' because the Pope insisted that the imperial throne was vacant because it only had a woman sitting on it. In a manner of speaking he was right because women were ineligible for the position of Emperor. Irene had at this time been successfully ruling the empire for twenty years, the first woman to rule the Roman Empire, east or west, in her own right. Sadly what she thought of the Pope's comment is not recorded.

The title was used recently by Bernard Cornwell so I have reverted to my original title 'Irene Basileus' which is how Irene styled herself and demonstrates how gender fluidity works in politics. Basileus is the masculine form of the Greek word for emperor so she called herself Emperor Irene to indicate she was no longer the consort but held executive power.

I was not only interested in Irene's official change of sex but also that of her partner, Stauracius who also broke the mould of gender restrictions. Stauracius was a palace eunuch. Eunuchs were regarded as a 'third sex' and formed the equivalent of the civil service being held to exhibit less competitive traits than the testosterone-filled (and therefore more dangerous) elements in the army.

The palace eunuchs were not slaves necessarily. Many came from aristocratic families who saw a good career in the administration for their younger sons. Stauracius came from such a background. These androgynous  young men in their fine silk robes were the models for angels in many mediaeval paintings.

Crucially for Irene, although like her Stauracius was ineligible to be Emperor (because he was regarded as being disabled - any physical disability ruled you out), he was able to act as commander-in-chief and lead the army, the one thing as a woman she couldn't do. Stauracius was her general as well as her principal adviser.

In the end he rebelled against her because she was contemplating a marriage alliance with Charlemagne which would have reunited the eastern and western Roman empires. He died on the eve of battle but, despite this last disagreement, Irene had him buried in the church where all the emperors were laid to Rest acknowledging that he had effectively been her co-emperor so it is a love story of sorts although not a conventional one.

Also in the news is a warning from the Prime Minister to the Russian Government telling them to desist from cyber attacks on UK technology.

In 1983 I published a book called The Xanadu Program under the pseudonym Richard Carroll. This was before computer technology had become ubiquitous. There were no computers in the office, no laptops or mobile phones. When the hero needs to make a phone call he has to find a call box. He is a new kind of policeman, a cyber security expert.

This was one of the first detective stories to feature computer crime although the old-fashioned baddies are pretty clueless about the new technology. The hero explains to the equally clueless police officer: "Satellite communications make on-line computing possible on a global scale...All you need is a PhD in Pure Mathematics, a course in software design and a telephone. The Russians are already at it. The best mathematicians can work out how to penetrate a computer up to Cray-1 level and they don't even have to leave Vladivostok.'

Forgive me for saying it but I told you so.


Sunday 5 November 2017

The Fortnightly Flag #10

The Fortnightly Flag
7th November 2017


Arriving at Paddington Station last week (in my duffel coat like a certain famous literary bear) I was greeted with a rather unexpected fanfare. It was not for me of course. As I reached the concourse I saw we were all being treated by a concert by the band of Guardsmen you see above. They were raising funds for Remembrance Day on 11th November next.

Coincidentally, I am just completing a painting of our local war memorial, still decorated with its poppy wreaths from last year. It's quite a striking memorial for a village of only 1500 people standing on the green with a magnificent view of a green valley and the sea beyond. I hope to have the painting finished for Remembrance Day.

In Watford the 1914-18 war memorial was the Peace Memorial Hospital, which was built by subscription. Some years ago the NHS wanted to sell the site for offices but I am proud to say the citizens of Watford rebelled. They insisted that the building must be retained as it is the actual Memorial and it must be used for a medical purpose. It is now known as the Peace Hospice and has very successfully been transformed into a charity which I am very happy to support.

I have a personal interest in the building because it used to have in front of it the Peace Memorial Statues created by Mary Bromet, an internationally renowned sculptress in her day. 


The statues were created more or less in my mother's kitchen. The Bromets' house, Lime Lodge, was demolished in the 1960s to make way for a row of new houses, one of which was bought by my parents. Mary Bromet used her conservatory as a studio - it was quite a big one as you can see the statues are life sized - which stood on the site of our house.

I used to paint in my parent's conservatory, a rather more modest one, and rather hoped some of her extraordinary talent would rub off on me.

Her statues were moved from their imposing position in front of the Peace Memorial Hospital to allow for the road-widening scheme and were moved to a dark corner opposite the library. They have recently been put back up on their plinth and there is some talk of putting them in the new square that is currently under development in the town centre.

The statues are of three naked young men representing Peace, Victory and Freedom. My friend's father used to try and kid me he was the model for them although he could only just have been born when they were created. I used to give him The Look which only teenage girls can do which made him laugh. He was, however, born around the corner in Field Road so knew the Bromets and where the studio was. It was he who told me all about it.