Prospect has arrived on the internet, the first mainstream British political magazine to pitch its tent on the superhighway. And it’s pretty, too. From now on you will be able to interrogate our database of articles from past editions, read some of the articles in the current issue, order back copies, order a free copy of the magazine as a taster for the as yet unconvinced, place advertising, take out a subscription for yourself or a friend, or send us a message, for example saying how wonderful you think we are. Check us out on http://www.prospect-magazine.co.uk
if like me you have Irish ancestry, I have potentially embarrassing news. Someone has kindly put on the internet, for the whole world to inspect, all the records relating to the transportation of convicts from Ireland to Australia between 1791 and 1853. Thoughtfully (not) the nosey-parker archivists have included a little search engine to enable you to specify a particular part of Ireland and link it to the family name you are interested in. On my mother’s side we are Cassidys and Murrays, respectively from Counties Leitrim and Cavan. And oh dear, oh dear! There we are. Two Cassidys and four Murrays. Of course they may not be kin of mine, but equally they might be. Mercifully the means by which my lineage could be definitively traced, the parish records, are not yet on the net-it can only be a matter of time.
Check out www.kst.dit.ie/nat-arch/search01.html and see if any of your folks are there. Perhaps we could form a mutual support group to help us cope with the trauma?
the internet is ensuring that modern urban myths become global myths in minutes. Here is an extract from the Vancouver Sun which was recently posted on the internet.
“In retrospect, I admit it was unwise to try to gain access to my house via the cat flap,” G?nther Burpus admitted to reporters in Bremen, Germany. “I suppose that the reason they’re called cat flaps, rather than human flaps, is because they’re too small for people, and perhaps I should have realised that.”
Burpus, a 41-year-old gardener, was relating how he had become trapped in his own front door for two days, after losing his house keys. “I got my head and shoulders through the flap, but became trapped fast around the waist. At first, it all seemed rather amusing. I sang…