We’re all probably a bit too familiar with Charlotte Ward Alton’s writings, which seem to have two speeds: petulantly aggrieved or slyly self-aggrandising. Neither is particularly attractive. Since announcing the impending demise of her slop-bucket of a blog (tonight at the witching hour, if she’s telling the truth), though, her self-indulgent whingeing has hit industrial…
Long before Hoaxtead was a knowing glint in Abraham Christie’s beady eye, there was Vicky Haigh. Vicky had a problem. She had a little girl, whose father was her ex-husband, and she didn’t want the little girl’s father to have contact with her. The problem, you see, is that there was absolutely no legal reason…
It’s Hallowe’en, our friend Frances’ favourite time of year, so when she slipped this letter under our door and ran away giggling (hard to do when you’re a 7-foot tall lizard, by the way), we knew we had to publish it on her behalf. As always, read at your own risk.
Sometimes words just don’t tell the story as well as images…and when you add music and shake, the results are explosive.
In case you’ve been asleep all week and are just now having your first cuppa, may we remind you that tomorrow is Halloween? It’s a date that strikes fear into the Hoaxtead witch-finders’ hearts, as they fantasise all sorts of ghoulish shenanigans taking place behind the scenes.
If Charlotte Ward Alton of Hamster Research is as good as her word (and yes, we realise the hilarity encapsulated there), tomorrow her disgusting slop-bucket of a blog will cease to exist.
My goodness, some people have trouble taking criticism, don’t you find? Ever since we began looking into Abraham Christie’s interesting and colourful criminal past, he’s been getting more and more agitated.