I've just got in from a 50th birthday party so am a little, er, you know...
Hi Simon,
It occurred to me after my post re: Ewer and Anderson that it may not be beyond the realms of possibility that Ewer could even have met Hanratty at Anderson's shop. Apparently both JH and Ewer were fairly frequent visitors.
Maybe it was Ewer who recognised Hanratty going into the cleaners, and although he felt a great desire to shop Hanratty concocted Janet's surreal story to cover his arse. Pure speculation, obviously. But - quoting Sherrard for the umpteenth time - this case drips with coincidences.
Hi Limehouse,
Agreed!
Funny re: what you say about dress code in 1961. The party I was at tonight was upstairs of a large pub, and I went out onto the balcony for a cough and a draw (as Sid James would put it). The weather was nice, and the large yard at the rear of the pub was packed. It struck me that about 80% of the males down there were dressed almost exactly alike - short-sleeved white or light-coloured shirt outside of a pair of jeans, and the inevitable No 1 hair-cut. I wore a long-sleeved shirt tucked into my jeans, because when I was at school (I left in 1963) to be caught with your shirt outside your trousers was a flogging offence, and I never forgot it.
Even funnier is that a mere 5 years after the photo you refer to was taken, there was a revolution in dress, and all of a sudden greys and beiges were out and colour was in! Even my dad took to wearing pastel-coloured shirts (but rarely without a tie) and he actually bought a pair of suede shoes in or around 1967. At that time I had hair half-way down my back, wore bell-bottom white jeans and corduroy shoes (I loved those!) and one of a half a dozen Paisley-pattern shirts I had. I looked the DB's (or so I thought - my dad said I looked like a big girl).
Cheers,
Graham
Hi Simon,
It occurred to me after my post re: Ewer and Anderson that it may not be beyond the realms of possibility that Ewer could even have met Hanratty at Anderson's shop. Apparently both JH and Ewer were fairly frequent visitors.
Maybe it was Ewer who recognised Hanratty going into the cleaners, and although he felt a great desire to shop Hanratty concocted Janet's surreal story to cover his arse. Pure speculation, obviously. But - quoting Sherrard for the umpteenth time - this case drips with coincidences.
Hi Limehouse,
Two things stood out for me particularly. In that first picture of Hanratty his eyes are very striking. They are, just as VS said, saucer like and staring. Secondly, that image just after the newpaper cutting featuring Alphon, is that a composit picture of the killer put together by various descriptions? If so, it looks exactly like Hanratty!
Funny re: what you say about dress code in 1961. The party I was at tonight was upstairs of a large pub, and I went out onto the balcony for a cough and a draw (as Sid James would put it). The weather was nice, and the large yard at the rear of the pub was packed. It struck me that about 80% of the males down there were dressed almost exactly alike - short-sleeved white or light-coloured shirt outside of a pair of jeans, and the inevitable No 1 hair-cut. I wore a long-sleeved shirt tucked into my jeans, because when I was at school (I left in 1963) to be caught with your shirt outside your trousers was a flogging offence, and I never forgot it.
Even funnier is that a mere 5 years after the photo you refer to was taken, there was a revolution in dress, and all of a sudden greys and beiges were out and colour was in! Even my dad took to wearing pastel-coloured shirts (but rarely without a tie) and he actually bought a pair of suede shoes in or around 1967. At that time I had hair half-way down my back, wore bell-bottom white jeans and corduroy shoes (I loved those!) and one of a half a dozen Paisley-pattern shirts I had. I looked the DB's (or so I thought - my dad said I looked like a big girl).
Cheers,
Graham
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