Originally posted by Yabs
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The odds of the winning lotto numbers spewing forth this Saturday in the following order: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 [bonus number 7] are identical to the odds of the winning numbers coming out as follows: 50, 8, 46, 12, 13, 4 [choose your own bonus number], or any other possible combination, emerging in any order. The order is irrelevant, or the jackpot would keep rolling over until we are all dead, but still, it would be very silly to pick the first combination of 1-6 - not because the chances of those numbers coming up are any different from any other selection, but because if they ever do come up, the jackpot will inevitably be shared among the thousands of equally silly people who pick their numbers according to a popular and predictable pattern. There's a reason for not choosing the PIN number 1234 or the password RJORSAM!
The trick is to be the only person to pick whichever six numbers come up on Saturday. But the chances of it actually happening to any one of us are very very very very very tiny indeed, and only very very very very very slightly more likely than if we don't buy a ticket, because the numbers always come up at random so there's no way of predicting the outcome.
What we were discussing here - or what I thought we were discussing - were the chances of anyone calling anyone about a diary signed Jack the Ripper, which turned out to identify James Maybrick as the supposed author, at any time from May 1889 to the 12th of Never, and this event actually happening on the same day - 9th March 1992 - that Maybrick's old floorboards came up, as part of a modernisation process which was likely to happen at some point while the old place was still standing. The diary, incidentally, covers just the period of Maybrick's brief occupancy of Battlecrease, from early 1888 to 8 days before he died there, in his own bed. It's very much the story of his life while in that house.
Nobody knew on 9th March whether such a diary would actually materialise, or even existed outside of Mike Barrett's fertile imagination. There were rumours in the wake of Florie Maybrick's conviction in 1889 that her diaries existed and someone had tried to publish them, but nothing ever turned up. Nobody as far as I know ever suggested that James had kept a diary too - until Mike produced the old book on 13th April 1992.
Starting with the presumption that the two events - the floorboards and the phone call - were NOT related [as I still think Ike was doing], and the bonus ball of the Saddle connection was therefore another coincidence, the trick would be to calculate the chances of those two events coinciding on the same day.
It's all very well for Lord Orsam to have worked out that in 1992 there was a 1 in 18 chance of Mike telling Doreen he had Jack the Ripper's diary, and this turning out to be supposedly by Maybrick, on one of the weekdays that year when 'work' [not confined to floorboard lifting in Maybrick's old bedroom] was being done in Battlecrease House. But either by accident or design he was missing the point that neither was an everyday event [one or both were unique], and neither need have happened at all, either in 1992, or before or since. It would have been a completely different matter if Orsam was merely calculating the chances of Mike talking to a man about a dog, on one of the days when a man living in Mike's neck of the woods was seen in the evening walking his dog through Anfield Cemetery.
Dog poo in, dog poo out.
Love,
Caz
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