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  • #16
    Originally posted by DJA View Post
    Nah!

    Do you want a Hopalong Cassidy badge,or a chest to pin it on?
    I'll take the chest, but only if as antipodean masculine as yours! All hairy and sunburned. Cooled down with flowing Fosters.

    In a masculine way! That's not a fantasy! It's not!
    Thems the Vagaries.....

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    • #17
      You mean with three types of skin cancer.

      We do not drink Fosters.
      We sell it to the Poms.
      My name is Dave. You cannot reach me through Debs email account

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      • #18
        Originally posted by Bridewell View Post
        Can anyone explain please what the "Dowt" "Devereux" reference alludes to? (Sorry to be a pain if this is common knowledge but it's a mystery to me).
        Once the in-jokes die down I too would like some light on this "Dowt" Devereux mention if anyone can shed some?
        "When the legend becomes fact... print the legend"
        - The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

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        • #19
          Author has no idea on anatomy.

          Continually describes stomach mutilations.
          My name is Dave. You cannot reach me through Debs email account

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          • #20
            Originally posted by erobitha View Post

            Once the in-jokes die down I too would like some light on this "Dowt" Devereux mention if anyone can shed some?
            I just found a reference to this on JTRFORUMS. AP Wolf made 2 suggestions on Devereux. Apparently a man called Devereux contacted the press to complain about Scotland Yards inefficient handling of the case. He also mentioned Sarah Devereux killed by George Chapman in 1877.

            Nothing on Dowt though.
            Regards

            Herlock




            “...A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane
            As night descends upon this fabled street:
            A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
            The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
            Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
            And it is always eighteen ninety-five.”

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            • #21
              Gentlemen (including Hopalongs and others) - My belated thanks for finding the letter. I would say I was in your debt but I don't want the collectors coming round.
              They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope;
              They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap.

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