When I shuttered this blog in late October 2019, I knew that the time leading up to John Paterson’s trial was going to be challenging in many ways. Granted, back then I thought it would be a couple of months, not a year and a half, but still. I knew it wasn’t going to be fun.
I wasn’t especially bothered by the gloating from the other side. I expected it, and they did not disappoint. In a way I saw it as a tribute to the community that had formed around Hoaxtead Research—the gleeful celebrations were a measure of the impact we’d had.
(Special mention here to HoaxGirl, who was utterly convinced that Jesus of Stoke had actually somehow hacked the blog and made it non-functional. Her delight was quite touching, really.)
But having produced this blog nearly every day for four years solid, I suddenly found myself at a bit of a loss. Reporting on the wacky goings-on amongst the hard-of-thinking had become a habit, and I missed it.
I mourned the loss of the daily chitchat and insights in the comments section, too—this blog’s readers have always been its foundation of strength, and it was hard saying good-bye, even though I knew it wasn’t forever.
Most of all, though, I missed the ability to even mention anything related to Paterson’s arrest, which was shaping up to be one of the biggest stories we’d covered, second only to Sabine McNeill’s arrest(s) and trial.
There was so much to write about: from Andy Devine & Co’s comically desperate attempts to force the police to give them access to Paterson, to Paterson’s own stubborn insistence on adding to the growing pile of evidence against him by speechifying to various
enablers friends on the outside, to Devine’s feud with Paterson’s legal team, to…well, videos like this:
It seems that Angela Power-Disney offered this cinematic masterpiece to the court last week, as a last-ditch “character reference” for Paterson.
Aside from the fact that she spent about 75% of the video moaning about herself and her hatred of Hoaxtead Research in general and me in particular, the concept of the thing had me in stitches: it was as if Jack the Ripper had kindly offered to write a character reference for Mr Hyde.
The court, I’m pleased to report, told her nothing doing. Can’t think why.
But there it was, and I practically had to sit on my hands to avoid commenting publicly.
I do recommend you watch it, but the management disavows responsibility for any keyboards which may be damaged by flying beverages.