One Incontrovertible, Unequivocal, Undeniable Fact Which Refutes the Diary

[Mike J. G.]

Oh, I see, it’s the ‘He’s a wind-up merchant’ argument again. Missed now, now I’ve spotted it.

Nice dodge! I think Maybrick, had he had the pleasure of taking refreshment with you down the Poste House, would've playfully christened you, the Jammy Dodger. He was witty like that.

[Mike J. G.]

What's this, a tumbleweed blowing forlornly through Maybrick Town? Where is everyone? Taking refreshment down at the local Poste Office while they wait for stamps?



As good a time as any to poste (oops, forgive that misspelling, seems I've gotten to used to adding a ye olde "e" onto things) this witty poem about your main man, it's been posted before, but I rather fancy it.

{The Fabled James Maybrick}


The good Sir Jim,
he wasn't dim,
he invented expressions,
such as "one-off," he did.

He had two types of hand,
with which he would fool all the land.
A walking enigma, that you'd never understand.

"Tin match-box empty", he may well have listed.
He even drank in the 'Poste House' before it ever existed!

He was the Torso Man, and Saucy Jack,
he knew his way around London in the bitter pitch-black.

The good Sir Jim,
Jack of all trades,
arsenic, strychnine and a butcher's blade.

A diary he wrote,
to explain all his deeds,
satisfying the questions and quelling the needs.

So a salute to Sir Jim,
please raise a toast,
to the fabled James Maybrick,
and his blotchy-faced ghost.

[Iconoclast]

What's this, a tumbleweed blowing forlornly through Maybrick Town? Where is everyone?

I - for one - fully plan to re-engage the sword in defence of the Maybrick journal, but am currently tied-up re-reading the source material before unleashing upon you all final confirmation (to all bar the most determined) that James Maybrick was Jack the Ripper. It will be a bodice-ripping yarn, a web of lies and deceit where no-one is to be trusted and this time it's personal. Et cetera.

First, I have to plough through Christie's 'Etched in Arsenic', having just finished Ryan's 'The Poisoned Life of Mrs Maybrick' (for the second time, grrrrr), before diving into Morland's 'This Friendless Lady'. All to argue one element of the journal. Ouch!

I remain your loyal servant and such efforts are the least you should expect from the world's foremost Maybrickian.

Amen to all that your graces.

Sir Ike of Middle England Insight
Iconoclast Extraordinaire (Will Travel)
Ambassador of Truth

[Observer]

Scrooge is alive and well

t will be a bodice-ripping yarn, a web of lies and deceit where no-one is to be trusted and this time it's personal. Et cetera.

I remain your loyal servant and such efforts are the least you should expect from the world's foremost Maybrickian.

Amen to all that your graces.

Sir Ike of Middle England Insight
Iconoclast Extraordinaire (Will Travel)
Ambassador of Truth

You left a title out

"Prince of cheese"

Pass the sick bucket !!!