I was on my way home from a conference today when I walked past the new Wellcome Institute building. The building is a piece of modern glass architecture and houses 3 exhibitions inside which are free admission to the viewing public.
(Henry Soloman Wellcome was a famous British philanthropist who made it his life obsession to collect medical artefacts and artwork from all over the world. The Wellcome Trust is one of the largest in Life Sciences.)
The first collection was all about the heart. It had famous paintings (originals) as well as the famous Dutch reproductions of Hieronymous Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights. There were original papyrus from ancient Egypt about the heart, drawings by Galen and Da Vinci, original manuscripts from William Harvey (personal physician to King James I and, later, Charles I who discovered the theory of circulation), recordings of songs with the word 'heart' (e.g. Hearts on Fire by Gram Parsons and Emmy Lou Harris), and all manner of ancient instruments.
The second collection had loads of stuff from Wellcome's collection. The third collection was about modern medicine.
The second collection was amazing. Among the artefacts included: Charles Darwin's carved-ivory walking stick, Napoleon Bonaparte's toothbrush (solid silver of course), a mummified body from Peru, and much much more.
So why post about it here? Well, as I wandered aimlessly through the gallery, I happened upon this dark, slightly rusty piece of metal. It was none other than Lord Horatio Nelson's razor. The scales were made of horn and were carved with scenes depicting hunting (e.g. a man carrying a rifle over his sholuder). The steel was still semi-shiny and had a wicked frown on it! I couldn't discern a spine as such, the blade just looked flat from edge to top, but that might have been from excessive honing! Looking at it, I suspect he would have had worse shaves at sea that my own first shave with a straight.
I found myself drifting off in my imagination. I was Nelson, at sea, the day before Trafalgar, determined to beat that short-arsed little French war-monkey Napoleon and teach him that Brittania does indeed rule the waves. The smell of gunpowder would have been in the air as the crew were busy cleaning the cannon and preparing the charges. I retire to the captains cabin, move to the sink and pick up my trusty steel and horn straight razor. The folly of hunting seems a million miles away. I begin to prep [OK, I have no idea if he would have had soap or what in them days!] and start to shave WTG. Damn and blast! It's as blunt as the First Mate's wit. I shall have to get Mr. Truefitt to sharpen it when I return to London, victorious. I can't stand the man, he has a very effete way with his customers, but he can surely sharpen a blade like no other. His partner, Hill, can only cut hair and sounds like a dimwit.
So, like a true Brit with his stiff upper lip, Nelson would have sailed into the Battle of Trafalgar cleanly shaved, and that's how we beat the French. :p
I seriously need to upgrade my phone as it's one of those with a truly useless 'camera' built in. Apologies for these pictures, they're almost worse than useless, but it's all I had to hand. The first picture is of Nelson's razor. The second is the description on the wall.
Cheers
Mark
P.S. Here's the link to the Wellcome collection for those interested. www.wellcomecollection.org
