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I once saw a game of cricket, in Spean Bridge in Scotland. I couldnīt make heads or tails of any of it. If there ever was an incomprehensible sport, then cricketīs it.
Lechs mother owned a cats meat shop ? Where was it? Near lechs route to work? You know what I am getting at fish.
C'mon, work with me.
As if I didnīt...?
His mother was listed as a dress maker in the 1881 census, but as a catīs meat woman in 1891. She would have run her business from home, as far as I can tell. And when the Pinchin Street torso was dumped in that railway arch, she was living in 147 Cable Street, a stoneīs throw away from the site.
Mouth-watering insight:
-Catīs meat women cut up horse carcasses to meat for the catīs meat skewers.
-That calls for sharp knives and a saw or two, to saw the bones off.
-The Pinchin Street torso had been dealt with by way of knife and saw.
-Much speaks for the torso being transported by means of carrying it in a sack to the dumping site.
-At the time of that deed, Joseph Forsdyke, Maria Louisaīs ten year older husband, was seriously ill; dying as it were, and so he would perhaps have been hospitalized, perhaps with his wife by his side, leaving the apartment at 147 Cable Street empty, perchance with a useful assortment of knives and saws to go with it.
All speculation, of course, but I trust you can see where it leads my thoughts...?
Well honestly, all you can go on is the contemporary testimony, and reading such..She had an Apron on, you got coppers actually saying she had an apron on...So why fly off at a bloody tangent and say she didn't.
I know, I know, virtually nowt about it.
Once you leave the realms of the evidence in front of you , its all bloody conjecture...surely?
And I know folk want to sell books, ive not a problem with that, but don't tell me its Tolstoy when its Tolkein
Andy
I totally agree with you. Especially the Tolkien part!
Well honestly, all you can go on is the contemporary testimony, and reading such..She had an Apron on, you got coppers actually saying she had an apron on...So why fly off at a bloody tangent and say she didn't.
I know, I know, virtually nowt about it.
Once you leave the realms of the evidence in front of you , its all bloody conjecture...surely?
And I know folk want to sell books, ive not a problem with that, but don't tell me its Tolstoy when its Tolkein
Andy
Are you referring to the fact that Lechmereīs mother was a catīs meat woman in the 1891 census? AOr are you saying the the killer was a butcher himself?
Or are you saying something else altogether?
All the best,
Fisherman
Lechs mother owned a cats meat shop ? Where was it? Near lechs route to work? You know what I am getting at fish.
Well not so much a slaughterhouse, ive no problem with it, bar wondering whether to nip out for some popcorn and making a night of it.
Luckily enough I just see the Ripper case as an interest, a pastime a hobby.
I'd much sooner see England get through tonight without losing a wicket than find some definitive proof "Druitt did it"
Obviously some take it far more seriously, and I benefit from their zeal , but don't tell me this thread is not absolutely laughable for the most part...cos it really is
Andy
A ... "wicket"? Ah, cricket, eh? I wouldnīt know too much about that, being a Swede!
"Wicked", though - I know a lot more about THAT ...
Well not so much a slaughterhouse, ive no problem with it, bar wondering whether to nip out for some popcorn and making a night of it.
Luckily enough I just see the Ripper case as an interest, a pastime a hobby.
I'd much sooner see England get through tonight without losing a wicket than find some definitive proof "Druitt did it"
Obviously some take it far more seriously, and I benefit from their zeal , but don't tell me this thread is not absolutely laughable for the most part...cos it really is
Andy
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