new info on the diary

[Scott Nelson]

Careful to check if anything might be hidden under the slates. And don't hit any small animals.

[pinkmoon]

Hi Pinky,

I've heard we may be in for a sizzling summer, followed by another damp winter, so take your sun screen and brolly with you my dear.

Love,

Caz
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I've just started throwing slates of the roof.

[caz]

I'm a man of action not words if I don't have this new information sent to me via a personal message within the next 24 hours I'm going on the roof of my house and I'm not coming down till I have this information sent to me.

Hi Pinky,

I've heard we may be in for a sizzling summer, followed by another damp winter, so take your sun screen and brolly with you my dear.

Love,

Caz
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[caz]

Yes, my aim wasn't great either, Brenda.

Love,

Caz
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[Brenda]

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John Omlor! I miss that guy.

[pinkmoon]

roof top protest

I'm a man of action not words if I don't have this new information sent to me via a personal message within the next 24 hours I'm going on the roof of my house and I'm not coming down till I have this information sent to me.

[caz]

Oh no, Scotty. Our adjunct prof would never have used four words when sixty-four thousand would have come more naturally to him.

Love,

Caz
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[Scott Nelson]

You're beginning to sound like a professor who used to post regularly on Diary threads.

[pinkmoon]

Still here still waiting

[pinkmoon]

Still waiting.

[caz]

Hi Ben,

I apologise for touching a nerve. It was churlish of me - in the correct sense of the word of course.

At least while you are here in the crazy world of the diary you aren't compelled to keep cutting and pasting the same old stuff over in Hutchland, in your tireless efforts to hammer arguments home that everyone apparently understood the first time.

Anyway, this isn't a 'fight' Ben. Calm down dear, it's only a commercial - for Hutchinson no less. You should be thanking me.

Love,

Ben
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[caz]

But why would a serial killer, taking on Victorian England in a bloody campaign, and then going home to a dark corner to write about his crimes, revert to his Victorian schoolboy script?

Hi MayBea,

Not sure I follow you. All I know is that nobody - not even Feldman - has ever been able to claim that the diarist's handwriting even remotely resembles any known sample of James's.

In contrast, the scratched signature on the watch bears, in my view, a very passable, if coincidental, resemblance to James's signature on his marriage licence. I can't explain that.

Love,

Caz
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[Ben]

I meant, of course:

"The reality, however, is that whenever you've criticised..."

Not the sort of thing I'd normally need to point out, but given the latest obsession...!

[Ben]

Yeah, but only 'exposed' by you, Ben, with the aid of your unique thesaurus, which tells you to use all sorts of words in completely the wrong context and declare yourself right.

But only in this weird fixated fantasy of yours does this occur. The reality, however, is that you whenever you've criticised a particular word I've used - usually as some form of petty, small-minded distraction from an argument you were frustrated over losing - a cursory examination of the dictionary and thesaurus proves me absolutely 100% correct, and you entirely wrong.

But here you are again, attempting the same puerile stunt on a Maybrick thread.

does it not occur to you that you would only have needed to say it once if you had said it 'perfectly' the first time?

No, it doesn't.

The few posters here (three at most) whose egomania I seem to tap into - and whose night's sleep is seemingly dependant on trying to "bring me down a peg or two" - know precisely what my position on any given subject is. They simply prefer to raise previously challenged arguments in the hope that I don't respond with the very same counter-arguments which they understood perfectly well the first time, and the second, and the third...

Apologies to everyone else for the non-Maybrick content of the above, but I feel obliged to defend myself when one of my usual detractors decides to pick a fight with me out of nowhere.

[MayBea]

...A modern 'forger' would have had the chance to copy Maybrick's writing, but they didn't take it and it probably wouldn't have fooled the experts if they had. As it is, the handwriting was always going to let a serious forger down sooner or later...X

But why would a serial killer, taking on Victorian England in a bloody campaign, and then going home to a dark corner to write about his crimes, revert to his Victorian schoolboy script?

At least Dear Boss was written in red, for jolly, I assume. The Diarist got it right.

James Maybrick is a great suspect, uneliminated until you can find him an alibi like he was at a "party in Sandringham" or "playing cricket at Blackheath"....