The Diary — Old Hoax or New or Not a Hoax at All?​

[Iconoclast]

"Yeah, that pretty much sums up what I'm seeing here, but Palmer may be inferring a more vulgar definition of 'getting off'. What other explanation is there for obsessively casting doubt on harmless, minority theories that pose no threat to majority views?"

Turns out RJ's informant was Caz!

I think it's somewhat harsh to imply that I generate "a colossal waste of bandwidth" simply because I fail to fall into line with the majority view.

My posts may well be harmless and pose no threat to the majority views (and Caz was quite correct to state this) but I'm not an ad populum kind of guy (some people are just desperate to be in the in-gang, but it's never been my gig, RJ - I literally do not care what anyone says as long as they aren't calling me a liar) so I paid no notice to it and will pay no heed to your assessment of the possible implications of it on my use of the world wide web's resources.

[Lombro2]

Makes you wonder at quite how inventive that radical hoaxer was, doesn't it? Of all the potential candidates for Jack - both then already accused and not accused - he or she or they doubled-down (don't forget the watch) on a relatively prosperous Liverpool middle class businessman of decent standing in his home city some two hundred miles away from the scenes of the crimes.

Maybe, Ike, Mike just thought the Jack the Ripper was an original so he had to be a Liverpudlian. And so then he picked the brother of the Paul McCartney of his day. He picked Mike Greer.

It depends on how you look at the crimes but, even where I am, the most original artists come from the Northern Parts and, according to the last census, I think there're only about seven people living up there.

(Coaches from up there also won more Cups than ours from down here. Coaches from the big city haven't won since 1967.)

[Iconoclast]

Maybe, Ike, Mike just thought the Jack the Ripper was an original so he had to be a Liverpudlian. And so then he picked the brother of the Paul McCartney of his day.

Well, if he (or anyone else) did pick Maybrick, it was a truly breathtaking call to start a hoax with given how very little his social media profile fitted the generally anticipated bill.

He picked Mike Greer.

You will need to educate some of us (myself included) as to in what metaphorical sense A. N. Hoaxer chose the coach of the San Jose Sharks, I'm afraid.

It depends on how you look at the crimes but, even where I am, the most original artists come from the Northern Parts and, according to the last census, I think there're only about seven people living up there.

Being a Brit, I don't know what the Northern Parts are (all schoolboy innuendo aside) but it sounds like you'd be lucky to get your paper delivered there. Just seven people? Just enough for three-a-sides so not a place you'd ever find me begging on the streets of. Or street, probably.

(Coaches from up there also won more Cups than ours from down here. Coaches from the big city haven't won since 1967.)

Honestly, Viscount, I would sympathise but my own beloved Newcastle upon Tyne Magpies (which is probably what you'd call us if we were based across The Pond) haven't won a domestic trophy since 1955. How'd you like them apples? Yes, we won a European trophy in 1969 but UEFA don't even recognise it because it wasn't under their auspices! We have a good chance (far from a certainty) of reaching the League Cup final again this season (where we would meet Liverpool and lose again) and it would be extraordinary if we won it because 1) we'd have actually won one of the three English domestic competitions again at long long last, and 2) we'd have won a competition which didn't exist for the first six seasons after we last won a domestic trophy in 1955.

Still, up the Maple Leafs and down with the Shitty, sorry City of Sunderland Black Cats!

Ike