It’s not what you’re thinking. There aren’t farms of babies grazing in the English countryside and never have been. Their hide is useless and they are even harder to herd than cats. Baby Farming is the term given to mean the taking in of an infant or child for payment, possibly involving wetnursing. Victorian Baby Farmers were paid on the understanding that care would be provided, and the term “baby farmer” was used as an insult, and improper treatment was usually implied.
Amelia Dyer was the most prolific baby farm murderer of Victorian England and although she was tried and hanged for one murder, there is little doubt she was responsible for many more similar deaths — possibly 400 or more. That’s her picture there on the right.
A whole raft of mystical groups are convinced they will escape the end of the world in when it comes in 2012 by making camp in the village of Bugarach, population 200, that will provide shelter from an impending Armageddon according to some recently circulating myths.
Doomsday is largely expected to be on 21st December 2012, the end of a 5,125-year-long cycle in the ancient Maya calendar.
Can I write a horror story? Good question. I’ve written songs. They’re much shorter. But one can have the same intent.
Here’s a song I wrote called Destroy. It’s the most evil song I’ve ever written, sung by, and featuring the lips of, Stephanie Grant.
There’s some joyful sing-along subtitles for the hard of hearing. My other English-impaired friends will probably enjoy them too. If you have an ex-boyfriend you’re not that fond of this would be a good song to sing to them. Quietly. While they’re suffocating in the plastic bag you’ve wrapped them in.
If you play a song backwards, it’s bound to summon a whole lot of bad stuff from hell, surely?
Well, depends if it’s Follow The Yellow Brick Road or an Ozzy Ozbourne track by all accounts. Although Slayer say that all that occult reference is ‘just for effect’.
The band Cradle Of Filth recorded The Lords Prayer backwards and used that in a song called ‘Black Mass’. Apparently if you play that loudly you can summon your mother from her Sunday morning hangover.
It’s tough being a composer. But one thing’s for certain. If you don’t die under extreme or bizarre circumstances then you haven’t really lived.
Most of them died rather strangely, usually after years of intense hardship. Being a composer was never meant to be easy and it either drives you crazy or you’ve got to be crazy in the first place.
Hugo Wolf’s (1860-1903) demise was rather dramatic. He attempted to drown himself before requesting admission to an insane asylum where he eventually died completely and utterly mindless.
Jean Baptiste-Lully (1632-1687) inadvertently struck his foot with the pointed staff he had been using to keep time, the wound became gangrenous and, refusing to have the affected area amputated he died on 22 March of that year.
Follow the link to see the top ten composers who died in strange circumstances.
Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing. Take bones for instance. The Sedlec Ossuary in the Czech Republic, like other overpopulated graveyards in the past, decided to put the bones to good use and make displays out of their bones and skulls.
The Paris Catacombs are somewhat similar, although not quite as artistic as the Czech effort.
Would probably be quite a good place for a seance. I think you’d get a few crossed lines however – I’m not sure if the otherworldly switchboard would be able to cope.
Georges Méliès’ “The Haunted Castle,” showing that you can do a lot more in three minutes in 1896 than you can in two hours over two episodes of a James Herbert adaptation in 2012. I’m looking at you Crickley.
James Herbert has had a bit of a bad run with adaptations. I don’t think anyone has ever made a good film or TV adaptation of one of his books. One of my favorites, The Survivor, was turned into a terrible film and one of my other favorites, The Spear, has never been tackled when I’ve always thought it would make a terrific film.
On the other hand, if no one is really up for getting some really great scriptwriters and directors to tackle one of his stories then perhaps we’re just better off reading the books.