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Stopped Clocks is a public collaborative project which exists to first document all the stopped clocks in the UK, with the aim being to restore those we can to working order.

Anyone can help, so please send us any information on stopped clocks in your area and by all means post here at the blog.

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Greville Street Stopped Clock

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This is at 89 Greville Street, near Farringdon tube.

Thanks and good luck with the campaign,

Posted by weightwisecoach04

24th Jan 2009, 17:56   comments (0)

Stopped Clock, Walsall

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Stopped Clock in Walsall, West Midlands. See the two faces? Both are wrong, however on the other side, the other two faces are fine. This is near to the bus station

Posted by leejordan

Middlesbrough dock clock tower

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The Dock was built in the 1860s as part of the industrial development of Middlesbrough. It enabled coal from the Durham Coalfield and Cleveland iron products to be loaded onto ships and transported around the country. The Dock Tower has three clock faces with a blank wall facing the works so the workers wouldn't know the time!

Posted by Alfie

Stands the clock at ten to three?

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Last night at Demos someone in the audience told us (Alisdair?) about a poem by Rupert Brooke and a clock which was apparently stopped in homage to a line in one of his poems. Upon a little research it seems that is unfortunately not the case, and rather that Lady Thatcher unveiled a bronze statue of Brooke at ten to three in Grantchester.

"The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

(written at the Cafe des Westens, Berlin, May 1912)

Just now the lilac is in bloom,
All before my little room;
And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnation and the pink;
And down the borders, well I know,
The poppy and the pansy blow . . .
Oh! there the chestnuts, summer through,
Beside the river make for you
A tunnel of green gloom, and sleep
Deeply above; and green and deep
The stream mysterious glides beneath,
Green as a dream and deep as death.
-- Oh, damn! I know it! and I know
How the May fields all golden show,
And when the day is young and sweet,
Gild gloriously the bare feet
That run to bathe . . .
Du lieber Gott!'
Here am I, sweating, sick, and hot,
And there the shadowed waters fresh
Lean up to embrace the naked flesh.
Temperamentvoll German Jews
Drink beer around; -- - and there the dews
Are soft beneath a morn of gold.
Here tulips bloom as they are told;
Unkempt about those hedges blows
An English unofficial rose;
And there the unregulated sun
Slopes down to rest when day is done,
And wakes a vague unpunctual star,
A slippered Hesper; and there are
Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton
Where das Betreten's not verboten.
Uítu gunoímen . . . would I were
In Grantchester, in Grantchester! -- -
Some, it may be, can get in touch
With Nature there, or Earth, or such.
And clever modern men have seen
A Faun a-peeping through the green,
And felt the Classics were not dead,
To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head,
Or hear the Goat-foot piping low: . . .
But these are things I do not know.
I only know that you may lie
Day long and watch the Cambridge sky,
And, flower-lulled in sleepy grass,
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass,
Until the centuries blend and blur
In Grantchester, in Grantchester. . . .
Still in the dawnlit waters cool
His ghostly Lordship swims his pool,
And tries the strokes, essays the tricks,
Long learnt on Hellespont, or Styx.
Dan Chaucer hears his river still
Chatter beneath a phantom mill.
Tennyson notes, with studious eye,
How Cambridge waters hurry by . . .
And in that garden, black and white,
Creep whispers through the grass all night;
And spectral dance, before the dawn,
A hundred Vicars down the lawn;
Curates, long dust, will come and go
On lissom, clerical, printless toe;
And oft between the boughs is seen
The sly shade of a Rural Dean . . .
Till, at a shiver in the skies,
Vanishing with Satanic cries,
The prim ecclesiastic rout
Leaves but a startled sleeper-out,
Grey heavens, the first bird's drowsy calls,
The falling house that never falls.
God! I will pack, and take a train,
And get me to England once again!
For England's the one land, I know,
Where men with Splendid Hearts may go;
And Cambridgeshire, of all England,
The shire for Men who Understand;
And of that district I prefer
The lovely hamlet Grantchester.
For Cambridge people rarely smile,
Being urban, squat, and packed with guile;
And Royston men in the far South
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth;
At Over they fling oaths at one,
And worse than oaths at Trumpington,
And Ditton girls are mean and dirty,
And there's none in Harston under thirty,
And folks in Shelford and those parts
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts,
And Barton men make Cockney rhymes,
And Coton's full of nameless crimes,
And things are done you'd not believe
At Madingley on Christmas Eve.
Strong men have run for miles and miles,
When one from Cherry Hinton smiles;
Strong men have blanched, and shot their wives,
Rather than send them to St. Ives;
Strong men have cried like babes, bydam,
To hear what happened at Babraham.
But Grantchester! ah, Grantchester!
There's peace and holy quiet there,
Great clouds along pacific skies,
And men and women with straight eyes,
Lithe children lovelier than a dream,
A bosky wood, a slumbrous stream,
And little kindly winds that creep
Round twilight corners, half asleep.
In Grantchester their skins are white;
They bathe by day, they bathe by night;
The women there do all they ought;
The men observe the Rules of Thought.
They love the Good; they worship Truth;
They laugh uproariously in youth;
(And when they get to feeling old,
They up and shoot themselves, I'm told) . . .
Ah God! to see the branches stir
Across the moon at Grantchester!
To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten
Unforgettable, unforgotten
River-smell, and hear the breeze
Sobbing in the little trees.
Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand
Still guardians of that holy land?
The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream,
The yet unacademic stream?
Is dawn a secret shy and cold
Anadyomene, silver-gold?
And sunset still a golden sea
From Haslingfield to Madingley?
And after, ere the night is born,
Do hares come out about the corn?
Oh, is the water sweet and cool,
Gentle and brown, above the pool?
And laughs the immortal river still
Under the mill, under the mill?
Say, is there Beauty yet to find?
And Certainty? and Quiet kind?
Deep meadows yet, for to forget
The lies, and truths, and pain? . . . oh! yet
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

Rupert Chawner Brooke (1887-1915)

Posted by Alfie

Support the Stopped Clocks movement: Buy a TShirt!

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We are now heading into the second planned phase of the work that the Stopped Clocks project is engaged in: finding ways to restore public clocks to working order.

We have partnered with the clock restoration company Good Directions, who will be reducing their charges for any restoration to close to cost, allowing us the chance to really make a difference.

Stopped Clocks is not a funded project, but it will play a role in donating funds to the restoration of specific clocks. That's where you come in! For the moment, we would like to offer you the chance to support the project and in return get a truly gorgeous t'shirt - bargaintastic!

Black and white flavours here:

Posted by Alfie

BBC Radio Leeds interview

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An interview with BBC radio Leeds, talking about stopped clocks in Leeds (of which there are many) as well as some stories about clocks there.

Posted by Alfie

22nd Jan 2009, 10:52   | tags:comments (0)

Corn exchange. stopped

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this clock on the corn exchange bristol has an extra minute hand. This recals early victorian days when bristol was in 2minds over the time.??Before 1880 there was no standard time in the british isles every city had its own local time governed by the sunset and church bells. The corn exchange shows local time and grenwich mean time which was 11 minutes difference. so pple would not be late for their trains which ran on london time.
- Taken at 10:47 AM on January 20, 2009 - cameraphone upload by ShoZu

Posted by Earthlad

20th Jan 2009, 12:15   comments (4)

Press releases DO work! (or retweets do)

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Thanks to everyone who retweeted the release yesterday, and hello to any Metro readers, please take a look around and make yourselves comfortable. An FAQ on how you can get involved is here:

Posted by Alfie

20th Jan 2009, 08:59   | tags:,comments (0)