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The legendary figure Pocahontas was born Matoaka in 1595 in Werowocomoco, Virginia. Most people know the Disneyfied version of Pocahontas, the daughter of Chief Powhatan, who spared the life of John Smith, an Englishman who captured Indians whilst trying to take over their land. This has never been verified, much like the exact location of her burial site.

After being captured by the English in 1613, she went on to marry an Englishman named John Rolfe, taking on the moniker Rebecca Rolfe. They had a son named Thomas in 1615.

Pocahontas died at age 22, in Gravesend, Kent, of unknown causes and was buried at St George’s Church.

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This statue commemorates her life.

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Last night I took a trip to the cinema to see The Wolf of Wall Street. The film is based on a true story, in which Leonardo DiCaprio takes on the lead role as Jordan Belfort, a stockbroker with a lust for drugs and prostitutes, and an even bigger lust for the American dollar.

Although the film is set predominantly in New York, many other locations feature, including Italy, Switzerland and the Bahamas. A scene in Kensington Gardens in London reminded me of some photographs I took a few months ago of the Albert Memorial.

The Albert Memorial, commemorating Prince Albert, was designed by George Gilbert Scott and unveiled in 1872. It is gothic in appearance and has four large marble statues at its corners. Each statue represents a continent – Africa, the Americas, Asia, and Europe – and features an animal from that part of the world.

As well as honouring Albert’s life, the Memorial celebrates the many achievements of the Victorians, in areas such as agriculture and engineering, as well as Albert’s personal interest in the arts. At the base, a frieze displays artists, sculptors and architects, among many others (there are 187 figures in the frieze). Angels top the statue, looking over both Albert and the Gardens.

By the way, The Wolf of Wall Street is depraved, debauched and downright dirty, and I loved every salacious second.