Roslyn Potter

@roslynpotter.bsky.social

researcher, writer, literary historian 📖 early modern women’s writing, song culture & medicine 📜 book reviews editor at The Bottle Imp 📚 she/her 🎶 aspiring broadcaster 📻 https://bio.site/roslynpotter

📢JOYCE YOUINGS LECTURE 2025-26 IS NEXT WEEK📢 Prof. Jane Whittle: Work & gender, status & power: the surprising history of everyday chores in early modern England 🗓️ 28 January, 3pm, followed by drinks reception 📍 Uni of Exeter & Zoom 🗃️ All welcome, register here: www.eventbrite.com/e/the-joyce-...

The Joyce Youings Memorial Lecture 2025-6: Professor Jane Whittle

Work and gender, status and power: the surprising history of everyday chores in early modern England.

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I hear it's National Handwriting Day! My research relies on those individuals who spent most of their days with a pen in their hand and, presumably, ink all over their fingers. Thanks to the neat letters, the messy annotations, the lazy inkblots, the cursory crossses, and all of the doodles. 🪶

A page showing a handwritten recipe 'For the eyes that are hot' from the seventeenth-century recipe book belonging to Mary Harrison, held in Glasgow University's Special Collections (MS Ferguson 61). The original recipe has been annotated by different hands adding instructions and opinions.

“Whether buried in the blackhouses of Lewis or the shuttered shipyards of Glasgow, Scotland’s mysteries speak to specific legacies which have shaped the land- & cityscapes that house its crimes” THE BOTTLE IMP goes on the trail of Scottish crime writing… 1/8 www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2025/06/help...

Help! Murder! Polis! - The Bottle Imp

Detective works were once seen as London’s domain – imperial in tone and centrally composed, unfolding in gentleman’s clubs and smoky drawing rooms. Yet long before fictional fact-finders patrolled Ba...

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The Broons story for the Hogmanay of 1944 is a masterpiece of Scots art which surpasses anything by Raeburn, Naysmith or the Colourists. This is a hill that I will die upon.

It is Hogmanay in 1944. Granpaw receives a telegram in the close of 10 Glebe Street. Chaos ensues with the Broons quarrelling about who their first foot should be. The rival first foots form a queue at the Broons' door. Then, Granpaw appears with Hen and Joe, who have been given leave from the army. He intercepted a telegram, mind? A final, sublimely couthy, ensemble frame shows the family and their friends celebrating. *moist eyes*