And of course, Gareth, we all know that if you are writing a diary claiming to be a serial-killing cotton merchant of little talent, the first thing you must do is to write decent poetry and make it damned good, and the second is to write excellent prose.
Because if it ever sees the light of day that's the first thing the experts will look for.
But ironically, the believers all claim that this diary was far too sophisticated for a simple man. Let's all have our cake, and eat it, lol.
I bet your 'mate' and his family reckon you're a laugh a minute, Mike. How they must have chuckled.
Goodness me, you're such a scally it's a wonder you don't make a mint out of creating a literary hoax of your own that'll get 'em going for the next 25 years. You sound like a natural.
No worries were had, Caz, we all had a laugh about it later, and still do to this day, see we have a sense of humour about things, unlike some folk! The guy who wrote that faux diary certainly had a good sense of humour.
I wonder if I did invent a hoax, whether I could get you to shamelessly promote the book that argues against it being a hoax!
Nobody ever thought of doing that before. Perhaps some of us should give it a go. What do you reckon?
I don't know, Caz, if you did it, I'd worry whether or not you could even reveal the details, as when you told me that dodgy story about knowing some random bloke from the Tavern in town who conveniently knew some obscure knowledge about it once being known as the Poste House, you couldn't tell me his name or give me any verifiable info about any of it. Funny, that.
I may also be nitpicking here, Mike, but it's 'I will', not 'I'll'.
Our diarist was a bit of a stranger to contractions. In fact you'll find hardly any in the text, which you may or may not find a trifle odd for anyone writing in the late 20th century and not having much of a clue. Yet they get one particular use of the humble apostrophe bang on, where even highly educated people fall down, where "Sir Jim" writes: 'I believe if chance prevails I will burn St. James's to the ground'.
Well, tbf, I knew it was "I will" , as in my post I suggested that "I shall" might've been more of a fitting term for the era, as opposed to "I will". No idea why I typed "I'll".
The problem in the writing is that we see "e" added to "post haste," IIRC, which strikes me as something a person of that era would not do, and seems more likely to be an automatic addition due to having to add an "e" to "Poste House", which is basic human error, like when typing a message and including a word you hear on the television while typing.
Oh god... the Diary ...again. Who'd have ever thought I'd miss Melvin Harris?
I find it amusing that it's the BOOK being published that's dismissed as this years cheap money grab, when there's so much tackier, money-grubbing Diary related events on offer. I mean if money-grubbing, promotion is your issue...
But I do agree, the lack of question answering is quite annoying.
For me, it's all silly, and it's all very much in shameless promotional taste: We know great things! Buy the book and attend the talks for details!
Very much in the average "I know who dunnit" style of Ripper yarn. Buy the book, wear the t-shirt.
Or feasible. If you'd genuinely found such a book at the site of a famous Liverpool murder, why would you want to get rid of it so quickly, if at all? Why didn't they show it to Paul Dodd?
I agree, and I think I mentioned yesterday that surely if they took it to "the university" in town, whoever spoke to them would've asked where'd you get it? What did the owner of the house say?
I mean, presumably, these electricians were totally dishonest thieves who intended to flog the book, but oddly took it to the university instead of a well-known antique bookstore on London road in town, not far from the uni (depending on which uni they're claiming it is).
So, either, the electricians were shameless profit-whores, which would tie in with them not telling Dodd and instead going to town, but makes no sense if they went to the uni instead of an antique bookstore, and then passed it to a supposed drunk in a pub in Anfield.
Makes about as much sense as a Milli Vanilli 2018 world tour.