It seems that those of us who oppose the Hoaxtead promoters aren’t the only ones who feel a deep and abiding love for Bronwyn ‘Humpty’ Llewellyn. Turns out that wherever she lumbers about, Bronhilda just has a gift for making friends.
Recently, we were amused to find this exchange amongst a coven of Hoaxtead true believers:
Ouch! This hardly seems fair, since last we heard, Bronny was living on a very healthy and, er, relaxing diet of beetroot smoothies…
Oh, wait. You’re talking about Bronwyn. You’re right, ‘inimical’ is definitely the better choice. Carry on!
Good heavens. You might almost think she thought she was talking to someone she mistakenly thinks is RD! Well, it’s nice to know that we’re not the only ones.
Would that be the flirtatious Saskia Whitfield we see, the one who swore up and down to us that she was ‘only at the church demonstrations to see what was going on’ and ‘wasn’t at all sure she believed in the Hampstead hoax’? And then begged us not to talk about her online because she was searching for a job and didn’t want to be blacklisted as a loony?
By George, we think it is! And apparently she’s now BFFs with would-be kidnap conspiracist Maria MacMahon, too.
We have to agree with you there, Helen, only we’d leave off the word ‘intellectual’. Oh, and you’re right, she does make the Hoaxtead crew look rabid…but what’s all this about ‘very H’stead style of nastiness’? That’s very hurtful, Helen. Very hurtful. You have wounded us to the quick.
Oh, there, Helen has won us back over: “The only thing going strong at the moment is hoaxtead and their little trolling crew”. You’re right, Helen, we are. Very perceptive. We see why Jim lets you wear the trews in your family.
Of course, that IPCC complaint thing will have exactly zero effect on the case, but if it makes the Hoaxtead hawkers happy to believe it’s a ‘significant development’, who are we to stand in their way?
Ah, and there’s Angie Fag Ash Disney, putting her tuppenny-worth in. We wondered where she’d got to, as she’d been silent for a good hour or so. As usual, she’s trying to grab centre stage, exhorting the others to pray for Sabine (as if anything could help Sabine).
Then David Howard, who seems to have some strange form of polygraph test-related Tourette’s, pops his head in, yells, “Google ‘Ricky Dearman polygraph test'”, and pops back out again. Wouldn’t be a party without you, Dave.
Angie and Helen get into a discussion over whether Neelu and Sabine’s criminal charges are linked (they are), and how ridiculous it is to forbid two people who’re being charged with conspiracy to pervert the course of justice from contacting one another. Gosh-darn it, yes! The law is so silly about little things like pre-trial collaboration, isn’t it? Stuffy, you might almost say.
A little post script about the alleged murders of wholistic doctors and journalists (there are wholistic journos? Who knew?), and how it’s all satanic, blah blah blah…and we’re done. That’s a wrap, folks.
Very diverting, thanks!