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Ahoy there mateys!  Welcome to this week's instalment of 'Blog Post Monday'.

I had my idea for this week's blog post all ready to go and then, while browsing the web this morning, I came across an article which was so fascinating that I've changed my mind completely!  I just had to write about this instead!

So, as always, get that kettle on, get your garlic cloves and stakes out, as we go hunting for vampires in the 18th and 19th centuries...

Well, hello, and welcome to this week's instalment of 'Blog Post Monday'.

This week on my travels I saw something in an antiques store that made me chuckle.  Described as a 19th century glass dump, this piece took on a phallic shape and within the body of it was something that I can only describe as resembling a wave of white tadpoles... I think you get the gist...!  Anyway, me being me, I got home and started doing some research and I happened to stumble across the fascinating world of antique sex toys.  They range from the unusual to the damn right uncomfortable and I thought (for some reason) it would make for an interesting blog post.  I mean, after all, sex sells, right...?

So, have a stiff one to hand... a DRINK that is... I meant a stiff DRINK... and maybe have a cold shower, as we take a look at the fascinating world of antique sex toys...

Ahoy there and welcome to this week's week's instalment of 'Blog Post Monday'.

A slightly different post this week in the sense that it's not about an exciting find, but instead, it's about the extraordinary story of a groundbreaking 19th century physician named 'James Barry'.  Having no previous knowledge of Barry, I came across his story over the weekend while researching some pieces and I found it so incredible that I just had to write about it.  Some of you, I'm sure, will already be aware of James Barry, but for those of you who have never heard his story, this week's blog post is for you.

So, as always get that kettle on and prepare for the hairs to rise on the back of your neck as we take a look at the extraordinary story of Dr. 'James Barry'...

Ahoy there!  Welcome to this week's instalment of 'Blog Post Monday'.

Sometimes in this job you stumble across the most unbelievable pieces in the most unlikeliest of places.  Sometimes you find an incredible piece and decide not to trust your gut, and you then have to live with the subsequent regret of not having bought that special piece.  Well, both scenarios happened to me recently and I've been waking up most mornings since thinking about the item...  In fact, I've become so obsessed that I decided to spend countless hours researching the piece, despite not owning it and furthermore, without any means of finding or contacting the person who was selling it!  I've got myself in a right ol' pickle over this!

So, as always, get that kettle on and sit tight as I share with you an incredible piece, with an incredible story, with incredible value, which was offered to me and I regretfully turned down...

Hello and welcome to another instalment of 'Blog Post Monday'.

I was visiting the Red House antiques centre in York last week when I got chatting to Matt and Val, the dealers behind the cabinet, 'Not Just Glass', in the centre.  We were sharing stories of recent finds and our love of folk art when they began telling me about their collection of something called 'Disaster Glass'. 

Now, I'd not heard of 'Disaster Glass' before so I was quite intrigued.  They told a story about one piece in particular which, while tragic, highlighted just how poignant these pieces are.  We agreed that this was something that needed to be shared, so I offered my blog writing services.

So, join me as we take a look at the stories behind these collectible pieces of glass, with one story so tragic, it's classed as the worst of its kind in British history...

!!! The following blog post contains material that may be traumatising to some audiences !!!