Charlotte goes on a whingeing binge

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…

Failing to learn from history: Hoaxtead and the Haigh case

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…

Abe goes off the deep end

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.