Methinks I touched a nerve there.
I think you'll find you are the one slavishly following me on this thread, presumably because you're missing me so much elsewhere. It was Good Michael who mentioned the H word here in post #674, and one click of my bony old fingers brought you running like the clappers to try your hand at granny-grabbing.
By my reckoning I'm only up to page 237 on the 1911 thread and page 8 on the Hutch statement thread. I have no idea how many more pages have appeared since then. But who am I to spoil your pathetic little delusions of grandeur?
Anyway, while I am grabbing your attention here in the basement, where your audience is made up of a few cobwebs and a bored earwig, the male half of the Chuckle Twins, trying to flog his royal ripper theory, is losing attention and he ain't a happy bunny - so it's not all bad.
Love,
Caz
X
PS And you still don't get it, do you? While I'm busy trying to clear James Maybrick's name (do you even know what burlesque means in this context?) you are presumably still hell-bent on condemning a man who, for all you know, never hurt a sodding fly. So get real, clear the muck out of your own stable and stop telling lies about me that even Hutch would find a bit much.
I think you'll find you are the one slavishly following me on this thread, presumably because you're missing me so much elsewhere. It was Good Michael who mentioned the H word here in post #674, and one click of my bony old fingers brought you running like the clappers to try your hand at granny-grabbing.
By my reckoning I'm only up to page 237 on the 1911 thread and page 8 on the Hutch statement thread. I have no idea how many more pages have appeared since then. But who am I to spoil your pathetic little delusions of grandeur?
Anyway, while I am grabbing your attention here in the basement, where your audience is made up of a few cobwebs and a bored earwig, the male half of the Chuckle Twins, trying to flog his royal ripper theory, is losing attention and he ain't a happy bunny - so it's not all bad.
Love,
Caz
X
PS And you still don't get it, do you? While I'm busy trying to clear James Maybrick's name (do you even know what burlesque means in this context?) you are presumably still hell-bent on condemning a man who, for all you know, never hurt a sodding fly. So get real, clear the muck out of your own stable and stop telling lies about me that even Hutch would find a bit much.
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