Kristie Sue Costa, the defective detective

It’s a bit of a truism around these parts that Kristie Sue Costa is not exactly the world’s greatest detective. We first realised that when she started her blog, Dearman Does Hampstead, with an article claiming that pretty well everyone who didn’t believe in the Hampstead SRA hoax was one person, and that one person was…you got it, RD. To be fair, we think she nicked that idea from her former friend and colleague Charlotte Ward, aka Jacqui Farmer, but the fact that she couldn’t be arsed to do her own homework didn’t exactly elevate her in our estimation. Garbage in, garbage out, as they say in her part of the world.

So we were roaring with laughter yesterday when Kristie Sue announced quite solemnly that she had cleverly deduced the true identity of Bridget Yorke, aka Biddy Baboon.

Let us walk you through Kristie Sue’s astonishing deductive process:

1. Biddy Baboon had a YouTube channel, but for some inexplicable reason (perhaps the fact that we outed her many months ago) she decided to change its name to Bridget Yorke.
2. Bridget Yorke is Facebook friends with Abraham Christie and Ella Gareeva Draper.
3. Abraham Christie once addressed Bridget as “Biddy” on YouTube (because that was the name she was going by at the time).
4. Bridget Yorke is originally from South Africa.
5. In her old “Conspirituality” and “Eddy the Cat” videos, Charlotte Ward spoke with a South African accent. This is why she had to disguise her voice on her Hampstead Research videos, because of her distinctive accent. (Don’t laugh—Kristie Sue is deadly serious here.)
6. Bridget Yorke hangs out with people who make jokes about amyl nitrite poppers giving them “adrenalin highs”.
7. This clearly means that Bridget and her friends torture and murder babies, and eat their adrenal glands. (We are not kidding. She really said this.)
8. Charlotte Ward/Jacqui Farmer has admitted to having had some sort of spiritual training, which means she is a Luciferian, which means she also tortures and eats babies.
9. Ergo, Charlotte Ward/Jacqui Farmer is Bridget Yorke.

Let’s go back to #4/#5 for a moment, though: one of the ways in which we confirmed the identity of Charlotte Ward (back in the days when her real identity was a closely guarded secret) was by de-scrambling the heavily altered voice on one of her early videos. Here’s how that sounded:

She’s from where again?

As one of our team members said yesterday (between gasps of laughter), if that’s a South African accent, then we’re all from Bolivia. We think Charlotte Ward’s accent can best be described as “middle-class English”. We’re open to correction by any linguists who might be lurking out there, but we hear no traces of an accent from “Seth Effrica” in Charlotte’s voice.

As to why she felt it necessary to disguise her voice at all, we think that’s fairly self-evident: she was already known as a crony of Belinda McKenzie, Sabine McNeill, John “Butlincat” Graham, and Alfred Lambremont Webre; she’d already been involved in the Hollie Greig hoax, and didn’t need anyone asking uncomfortable questions about why she was teaming up with the old gang for another round.

Amyl nitrite ≠ fresh adrenal gland

We understand that Kristie Sue is but a bored housewife from Cape Cod, and she probably hasn’t hung around the rave scene all that much, but the young man pictured making the joke about getting an “adrenaline high” is almost certainly brandishing an amyl nitrite popper. Without getting into too much detail, inhaled amyl nitrite is believed to relax the smooth muscles in the body, such as the throat and anal sphincter. Poppers have nothing to do with torturing and/or murdering children. End of.

Flimsy evidence, even flimsier reasoning

Let’s put this on the record: we’re no fans of Charlotte Ward. The reason we wanted to ferret out her identity back in 2015 is that we needed to know who she was so we could report her to the police. We were disappointed to learn that Charlotte and Jacco were living in Paramaribo, Suriname, and that it was unlikely they could be extradited. However, we were able to hand our dossier to the police, and we reckon she’ll have to come back some time.

That said, Kristie Sue’s “evidence” that the objectionable Bridget Yorke is one and the same as the execrable Charlotte Ward is possibly the flimsiest yet from the Hoaxtead mob. Even if Charlotte had a South African accent (which she doesn’t), there are other South African nationals who’ve expressed support for the Hampstead SRA hoax. Mel Ve, for one. And the fact that Bridget, who considers herself one of the Paris “in crowd” (though it seems unlikely that she really is), should have a friend who makes comments about using poppers…well, let’s just say it’s not all that unusual.

We understand that Kristie Sue is pissed that Charlotte might have contacted us to let us know who ran the Dearman Does Hampstead blog. We don’t know for certain that it was Charlotte who did that, but we cannot say it’s impossible. Stranger things have certainly happened.

But when we wrote yesterday about people who are “just plain gullible”, who accept the merest whisper of a hint of a shred of evidence as though it proved their entire theory, and who don’t bother exploring alternative ideas or theories because they might contradict their dearly held beliefs, we must confess that we had Kristie Sue in mind.