Doodle-OO!

This article in the Guardian reminded me of this post from 2012.


I have just about recovered from the shock of discovering James and Bari's alarming depictions (what ARE they of???)  and my therapist thinks I'm about ready to look at the doodle again... here goes...



SC11/50/10

AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This is an Exception to the Rule...

You know how we feel about people writing on our books readers. You know.

But.... Look at these! They're lovely little illustrations pencilled into our copy of Voices From The Light House, a poetry collection by James Morrison,

No, not that one.

No.





Our James Morrison (we think) appears as an assistant light house keeper on Walls, aged 28 in the 1881 census. He was born in Bemera, Invernesshire.


We like to rename this one 'archi' and pretend that it's about us, :

Voices from the Light House, a book of poems by James Morrison, Orkney Room reference: 800 Y MOR

Deface This!

I froze, my archivist's standard-issue 2B pencil quivering in my hand, my eyebrows arched with both surprise and shock. A horrified gasp was swiftly followed by a shrieked word:  "Defacemeeeeent!!!!!!!!!!" which echoed around the archive searchroom.

"Who did this?!" I cried, leaping to my feet, "Who DID this!?", customers cowered before a torrent of spittle and a colleague ducked before the flying pencil. "Who did THIS!!" I demanded, pointing to book SC11/50/10.

This treasured, calf-skin bound tome was open at the front flyleaf. Upon which. Was a doodle.

A Doodle! On one of OUR archives! Reader, I was incensed.....

I felt the pressure of a calm hand upon my shoulder and turned to see the kindly, yet wary face of my supervisor. " It's contemporary," she said quietly, "It was done over 300 years ago. The defacer is dead now."

 I wept with relief as did the customers.