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50 60 years what does it matter? No sweet dreams here. I told you on pain of death not to let that cat out of the bag.
Ted Bundy has helped me demolish 32 Ferrero Rochets. £6 @ Sainsbury.
You spent time with a psychopath Big G ? .. .come on tell us more , I’ve only been near evil once , through a girl at work , her ex is now in Barlinnie , involved drugs and setting house on fire ….
The advantages to consuming an extra chocolate hob nob rather than organising the burial of yet another murdered corpse under your patio are legion.
I appreciate that everyone needs a hobby, but biscuits, not burials, is the way forward.
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"BigG that reminded me of crime watch.
Always at the end when Nick said don’t have nightmares it always came to me that I needed to put the bins out.We have a lovely old lady from Yorkshire over the hospital who works as a volunteer now one day a week after 50+ years of NHS service. Proper thick Yorkshire accent.
Whenever we get anyone new and wet behind the ears start work I tell them in front of her that she use to date the Yorkshire ripper. Every time she says “don’t take nor notice of him” to which I whisper in there ear. That’s exactly what the person who went out with the ripper would say..🔪Blackbeard to conquer the World
” I hate serial killers and have been close and was nearly dispatched by one on a Corsica holiday. I did some awful things to insects when I was a child so I can’t distance myself totally from Ted Bundy or the guy who wanted to hammer me.”
Two things Gamble –
Firstly, What happened in Corsica?
And secondly regarding Insects, so did I! When I was about 6 (I think, hard to remember exactly how old but it must have been around this age), I used to go into the garden and collect ants, I’d then take them into the kitchen and pull off their legs one by one to see how they would react. On the days I wasn’t mutilating them I would sellotape them to my Scalextric cars and drive them around the track so they would know what it felt like to be Mika Hakkinen. I still feel bad about those antics to this day. Looking back I don’t think I enjoyed the idea of hurting them, more I was curious to know how ants would react or survive while in those situations and for whatever reason (probably some psychopathic tendencies that luckily never fully developed) I didn’t feel guilty about it. Though I must have had some form of moral compass as I chose ants rather than anything bigger or more relatable.
“You spent time with a psychopath Big G ? .. .come on tell us more , I’ve only been near evil once , through a girl at work , her ex is now in Barlinnie , involved drugs and setting house on fire ….”
You’re bang in the right neck of the wood HDLG, in which case, if you are/were a Glasgow punter,
you would know the names I’m sure. In the 90’s/noughties plenty of nutters, but 2 main factions
(one with less of a family now) That might just jog your memory.No names, no pack drill.
Ah would it involve the godfather and the Welshs , my guy was from further up the coast
You might be 50% right HDLG, but I couldn’t possibly comment. The other might remind you of an old fashioned big wheel at the fair. I know the other mob you mentioned well enough, they were no angels too
Maybe it’s given me a mind to be suspicious of everyone. It would be handy if they
had it stamped on their forehead, psycho, paedo, rapist or whatever but life’s
never that simple. If you’re not ahead of the game, you’ll miss it.I often think that ***t must be tattooed on my forehead!
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highways“I actually spend my spare time caring for a man who is a dead ringer for John Reginald Halliday Chritie.”
Reg Christie lived at Black Boy House in his very early life (about a mile from where I live) before moving to a house about half a mile from where I live now in Chester Road, Boothtown. I believe he then moved to London, later committing his crimes at 10 Rillington Place.
Interesting – and from my more recent perspective, his pulled down house is a stroll away – still a bit of a stench after all those years. He killed a lot more than eight.
If you live in Manchester – Yorkshire or Glasgow – measure the narrowness of your eyes and check if you have a lot of hair growing out of your hands – you are living in the thick of serial killer land.
Ben I have reported my close encounter with a serial killer twice and don’t really want to keep going down that route. It involved a boat a hidden cove a hidden hammer and a sharp eyed detective – who became suspicious !
I thought gamble was self excluding from The Lounge on Saturday nights?
Surely some sort of Affordability Check is in order?
After all, we can’t afford to….
To Be Continued
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"“Interesting – and from my more recent perspective, his pulled down house is a stroll away – still a bit of a stench after all those years. He killed a lot more than eight.
If you live in Manchester – Yorkshire or Glasgow – measure the narrowness of your eyes and check if you have a lot of hair growing out of your hands – you are living in the thick of serial killer land.”
On the plus side we also had Percy Shaw living and working in Boothtown. His invention certainly saved more lives than Christie took
On the plus side…
Shaw’s invention the cat’s eye saved a lot of road lights and yes it could be argued it saved lives – but how many ? You could argue the invention made motorists feel safer and they may have increased their speed.
The Boothtown Cats eyes had a strange hypnotic effect on their inventor, and got to his mind in the end …
“He became eccentric in later life, removing the carpets, curtains and much of the furniture from his isolated home, and keeping four televisions running constantly (respectively tuned to BBC1, BBC2 and ITV, all with the sound turned down)[1] with a fourth showing BBC2 in colour. On each Friday a few friends would come to the house and Percy would supply crates of bottled ale and boxes of potato crisps. He told Alan Whicker that the reason for keeping the TVs on simultaneously was so that his friends could watch whichever of the then existing channels they chose to, and there would be no arguments. One luxury was his Rolls-Royce Phantom. He never married and he died from cancer and heart disease at Boothtown Mansion, Halifax, where he had ‘lived’ for many years.”
It looks like the eyes had him.
On the negative side…
Harold Shipman – possibly the world’s greatest serial killer and nicknamed Dr Death – started his career in Pontefract General Infirmary in the west Riding of Yorkshire. After being strongly affected by the heavy serial killer infected air, he went on to put out 500 eyes.
The eyes have it.
(After reading through Daavid’s extreme posts I am left with barely the energy to nibble through half a biscuit on a Saturday night let alone post one
to be contd…)Strange though it may seem a surgeon called Mr Shipman (surgeons do not like being called doctor) saved my life when I was nine years old, burst appendix with gangrene setting in.
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highways“(After reading through Daavid’s extreme posts I am left with barely the energy to nibble through half a biscuit on a Saturday night let alone post one
to be contd…)”Touché, however….
To Be Continued
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