Followers of the Hampstead Satanic abuse hoax will be all too familiar with Angela Power-Disney, who seemed very well versed in the fantastical details very early on, and has continued to flog the thing every chance she gets.
These seem to consist in more or less equal part of Q*Bert bragging about his manly prowess while stroking his manly moustache; Angie bragging about her astonishing accomplishments while touching her hair and sucking on her ever-present fags; and the two of them squabbling incessantly about…well, who cares, really?
Here’s a sample, mercifully truncated and accurately captioned, from our kind friends at ‘McKenzies Devils’:
As the video illustrates, Angie has a very glancing and casual relationship with the truth.
Her grandiosity knows no bounds, as she tries to lay claim to part-authorship of a play that might have been something like Good Will Hunting, describes her brilliant academic career and her adventures in the music and acting and journalism fields…it seems there’s nothing Angie hasn’t done.
Her ludicrous claims impelled some of our regular commentators to do a little digging of their own over the past few days.
Here are a few of their more trenchant observations:
“I am, first and foremost, a speaker of the truth”.
Angie states that, and then goes on to tell the lie about RD having porn sites and materials, based on Charlotte’s nonsense ‘research’ on sameip. Something she knows is a lie because it has been explained in detail, several times, exactly why it is a lie, which she could have tested out for herself.
Plus tells the lie that the judge did not listen to the JC secret recording. The fact she didn’t know that Pauffley had listened to it, and commented on it, suggests that Angie hasn’t even bothered to read the judgement…some journalist, huh?
Angie – Your qualifications are being questioned because YOUR purposes are nefarious. Your story simply does not ‘stand up’.
– ’22 plays and two films in your first year’ – By “did” do you mean watched? Because you clearly know nothing about the mechanics and logistics of film and theatre to have made such a blindingly STUPID claim. – REALLY idiotic!
– Deputy President of the student’s union? Something of an over-egged tale there Ang. And its not quite right now, is it? I think the nearest you got to this was taking in sandwiches on the tacit instruction of your boss at the time.
– Your claims to have co-written “The Genius” are prime bullshit. – Just total rubbish. You should be grateful the real author has more dignity than to just come out and publicly decry you.
– The play wot you (allegedly) wrote; your account of it rocketing through the commissioning process is just gibberish. – Clearly you’ve never been through this.
– Third year. There are STRICT rules for academic staff in terms of how they may and may not interact with students; particularly those who are showing signs of mental instability. – You didn’t live with a lecturer; at least not as his student, though possibly a member of household staff.
– The miners’ strike, as has been mentioned, began on 5 March 1984 and lasted until 3 March 1985.
– Involved in the music business? Interesting! I’ve worked most of my life in it, was in London at the time. – You’re not familiar to ME or any of the names I could drop who were also around at the time. But you are familiar to an associate of mine who worked for Thames News and was involved in investigating the letting scams that were going on at the time.
NVQ Childcare? – You can’t ‘qualify’ as an ‘assessor’ unless you actually hold at least the qualification (or its levelled equivalent) yourself. And really these weren’t fully ‘live’ until the late 80s/early 90s. So all this actually tells us you worked in a nursery or other formal childcare setting for some time. – Even if we could read the random bit of paper you waved about. And assuming of course these certificates aren’t just something you bought from Andrea Davison.
“Post grad in sub editing and design”? Please do tell! I’m aware of such courses, but they’re NOT PGCs. – More like an HN group. But accepting this shaft of wit for a second; if you have that qualification, why the HELL don’t you know the basic legalities of reporting?
Frankly the history of Angie seems to be that of a ‘poor little rich girl’ who pissed the posh education her father struggled to give her up against the wall. – Hung around the fringes in London for a while. Failed to hold down a job, possibly got embroiled with the grifting scene. Learned what a wizard scam raising money for ‘charity’ could be. Eventually got her claws into some bloke with money who she bled dry until the kids were old enough to have to stand on their own two feet. And has spent most of her sorry worthless life rattling the tin gathering donations from whatever mug is taken in by her tall tales. – Your ire at your father is clearly that of a spoilt brat railing against the disappointment he expressed at your becoming nothing more than a Waster; despite his efforts in trying to see to it you got a decent start.
Your claimed ‘qualifications really DON’T stand up to examination Angie. – Your body language is that of someone who is fantasising; which if you’d studied drama at any significant level you would understand. Your dates don’t add up. But the main thing that gives you away as not being an “INDEPENDANT [sic] journalist (you know, one who tells the truth!)” is that you are quite plainly completely uneducated in that discipline and are sitting there, bold as brass, lying through your teeth!
…And, as much as I really dislike ‘spelling Nazis’ myself; the word is actually “Independent”. That seems like an odd mistake for a highly qualified wordsmith to make. – Which is, after all, what you’re claiming to be. And it’s not an uncharacteristic error either. – Someone trained as a Sub Editor just doesn’t make that sort of mistake.
Responding to the reference to a colleague at Thames News, The Watcher noted:
Your associate at Thames News remembers correctly. Angie describes one of her ‘ventures’ at the ‘later disgraced’ BCCI as being renting and sub-letting properties in the comments of this article http://www.exaronews.com/articles/5409/operation-midland-investigates-tory-mp-over-boy-s-murder
Here’s the comment from the Exaro story:
She managed Marc Bolan’s flat? Hmm….Keep in mind that Angie claims to have graduated university in 1981:
Interesting! – Having just spoken to my contact he feels this account of hers is typically aggrandised and distorted. – Marc Bolan’s flat? She’ll have forgotten that Bolan died in 1977 and his last address was 142 Upper Richmond Road West – A 4 Bedroomed detached house. My friend recalls this particularly well as in 1982, for the 5th anniversary of Bolan’s death, Thames produced a short ‘tribute’ to the man as an insert for the early Thursday evening programme. My friend not only worked on the piece; but it was his 1275GT Mini that was used in the ‘reconstruction’!
However – that small detail corroborating her poor research, it’s interesting that she admits to having worked in property. Part of the letting scam was for the phoney ‘council official’ to actually have the keys and let the mark see the property they were supposed to be ‘allocated’. – I think it’s reasonable to speculate that Ms Disney-Havaclue might have been quite useful to anyone running such a wheeze!
To which Sam responded:
The man who discovered, managed and launched Marc Bolan’s career is a very close friend of mine. I must ask him for a few details as he says he had to almost tie Marc’s shoelaces so the idea Bolan could organize renting a property seems remote (he also had very little money during his career- it all came later after he died). He has mentioned that he rented premises for Marc & other similar stars to live in via complicated tax avoidance schemes and landlord’s often did not know who the tenant was until fans discovered where their hero lived.
Angie’s ludicrous claim to have had a ‘model membership’ for Stringfellows is a howler. There was no such thing and Stringfellows was only ever the alternative nightclub for those who couldn’t get into the smarter clubs. It’s was the Footballer’s Wives club before they existed. The notion there were so-called ‘after-parties’ is a creation of the serial liar Ben Fellows who may have gone to Stringfellows once but was subsequently unable to even describe it’s very basic outlet.
The evidence mounts : Angela Power-Disney is a classic fantasist like Andrea Davison who has scoured the net and woven herself into a number of minor conspiracies. It’s worth examining every aspect of her claims as there is a kernel of truth (probably went to Stringfellows one night) to piece together her life which more and more looks like a long involvement with some pretty unsavory characters and minor London criminals.
Like the fictional Baron von Munchausen, Angie claims to have led a charmed and fascinating life, full of unbelievable adventure, romance, and derring-do.
But amusing as Angie’s tall tales may be, we are quite certain that most, if not all, can be chalked up to her seemingly insatiable need for attention—just one more aspect of her off-the-charts narcissism.