The Rising Son

The story of a boy, a pub, a war and a remarkable woman

by James Kelso



Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 1/25/2006

Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 296
ISBN : 9781420894370
Format : Hardcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 296
ISBN : 9781420894387
Format : E-Book
Dimensions : N/A
Page Count : 296
ISBN : 9781467016377

About the Book

Were you one of the elite who used to meet in The Rising Sun? Did you ever raise a jar in one of its bars? Many a football fan did. If you lived in the middle of the last century in London, in Chelsea or Fulham, you’d know the pub. It stood - stands - opposite the main gates of Chelsea Football Club at Stamford Bridge. Like much else in the neighbourhood it has changed hands, changed names, and probably changed sex since then. There’s little left of what it once was. Hitler had his eyes on it at one time, or so it seemed. Not to buy it or to run it, just to bomb it. He didn’t manage to destroy it though; he left that to the developers. For many of its customers the pub was a home from home. For others it was simply home. For one woman it was a private kingdom over which she ruled with a rod of kindness, though her reign began in bitter hatred. For others it was just a place of bitter, of brown ale, and stout and mild, of Scotch eggs and Muscado. What’s Muscado? Well might you ask. It was a kind of cola that acted like colonic irrigation on a kid whose favourite tipple it was. For some, The Rising Sun was a work place, for others it was a shelter, the centre of a community. For many, before and after the war, it was the ‘still point of the turning world’. The Muscado Kid, who was reared there, saw no point in it and couldn’t wait to get away. Then he got away and couldn’t wait to get back. Then many moons later, as the sun began to set, it dawned on him there was a story to be told. A story of Uncle Reg and ‘I’m here’; of Big Pat and Dodger Green; of mass murder in a church; of tin baths and a haunting nipple; of Janaway and ‘bit of bush’; of a selfless sister and an adored Mum; of Dur-Dur and the several Mickeys. This is that story. The pub that was The Rising Sun closed long ago. Now, once again, it’s opening time.


About the Author

James Kelso ran a London advertising creative consultancy - two men and a blank layout pad - for many years. He was the copywriting part of the sketch and thrived during that short-lived period before, as the Times put it, ‘advertising fell out of love with words’. In this more-or-less freelance capacity he worked for many major advertising agencies and some of the world’s leading brands. Armed with an HB pencil and pocket sharpener he worked on projects in Belgium, Canada, Finland, France, Germany and Sweden. He eventually became the ex-Design & Art Directors Association member of whom six subsequent D&AD Presidents said: ''who?''
His book, ‘The Rising Son’ has nothing to do with his advertising career. Well, hardly anything.
As well as writing, he also works as a painter. He paints industrial architecture, townscapes, landscapes, portraits and still life. Many pictures are based on London buildings, most of which have since been demolished - not as direct result of being depicted. His interest in industrial architecture stems from the fact that he used to paint outdoors, in front of the scene itself. One of the few places you can do this undisturbed is on derelict industrial wasteland. He uses acrylics on gesso panels as well as dry-brush watercolour and pencil on board and paper. He has exhibited in galleries throughout Britain and also in America. He has regularly shown at The Royal Academy and at other London venues including The Royal Festival Hall and The London Stock Exchange. His paintings are in private collections in Britain, America, Australia and Sweden and prints have been sold worldwide.
His book, ‘The Rising Son’ has nothing to do with his painting career. Well, hardly anything. He is married with two children and lives in Oxfordshire.