Author: Richard Jones

Today’s blog ventures back to 1901 to tell the story of the murder of Annie Austin, who was murdered in Dorset Street, Spitalfields on the 26th of May of that year. A REPUTATION FOR VICE AND VILLAINY Dorset […]

Today’s story dates from 1872 and is an account of a gruesome find in Seven Dials – which was, and is, less than fifteen minutes walk away from Trafalgar Square. A little girl, by the name of Annie […]

It is always intriguing to read bygone accounts from journalists who, at the time of – and in the years proceeding – the Jack the Ripper murders, ventured into the East End of London in order to report […]

This year’s blogs have covered a wide variety of subjects and have ranged from Jack the Ripper quizzes, to video tours of the murder sites, plus articles on many of the other murders that took place throughout London […]

Well 2016 is almost over and, in just a few days time, we will be ringing in 2017. Where did the year go? It only seems like yesterday that we were knuckling down and preparing the first quiz […]

Early on the morning of Thursday 27th December 1888, seven-year-old John Gill – whom newspaper reports described as “a bright little fellow and a general favourite” – of 41 Thorncliffe Road, Bradford, in the north of England, left […]

First off, might I wish you all a very merry Christmas and I hope your day is going swimmingly. I thought it would be nice to wish readers the compliments of the day with a Central Telegraph Christmas […]

Following the “guilty” verdict at her trial, for the murder of Phoebe Hogg and her infant daughter, several attempts were made to commute Mary Pearcey’s death sense to one of imprisonment. She was also urged to claim insanity, […]

On the face of it, the advert for the Carbolic Smoke Ball company, that appeared in the Pall Mall Gazette and the Illustrated London News during the influenza epidemic of 1891, was pretty straightforward. It read:- £100 reward […]

Blimey, what a night that was! I think I might become a tea kettle purger after getting so scammered, but that Marm Puss just kept letting me have more, and I was shooting the cat half the night. […]