Well, if one can call shaky camera footage "proof".
Anyway, I was sent this video, showing off what apparently was the work of the Bog Roll Man who lives under Priory Park.
From what I can gather, it's a plunger surrounded by candles. Like a religious ritual of some sort. Odd? Certainly. But where would a maniac who dresses in loo roll buy candles? Would they serve him in the shops dressed like that?
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Colin Ireland - Southend-on-Sea's Infamous "Gay Slayer"
On this blog we've discussed a number of odd customers around Southend-on-Sea. Cat-killers, men who dress in toilet roll even human-rat hybrids. But perhaps the worst resident of this town was a man named Colin Ireland. In the 1990's, Ireland murdered five people in London, gaining national infamy as 'The Gay Slayer'.
The unplanned child in a broken home, Ireland and his mother moved frequently around the country. Despite his mother's hopes to settle down and raise her son, their economic woes constantly stopped them from staying in one place for any long period of time.
Whilst in school he began his forays into crime by petty acts of theft and arson. A typical trait of future serial killers. Eventually, he was sent to a borstal, but this did not stop his criminal impulses and he was eventually imprisoned for a year due to burglary charges.
Ireland drifted through life with no purpose. he was married twice, the first union ending in divorce and the second ending when Ireland stole his wifes car and money and ditched her and her children. Eventually, in 1991, this habbitual thief and backstabber moved to Southend-on-Sea.
Again drifting from job to job, he began frequenting the Coleherne pub in London, an establishment frequented by homosexuals. Seeing the clintele as being vulnerable and easily preyed upon, Ireland began his campaign of murder when Peter Walker invited him back to his flat in Battersea.
Walker, a masochist, allowed himself to be tied to the bed. Ireland, however, did not have sex in mind and instead tortured his helpless victim mercillessly before killing him with a plastic bag. The corpse was further mutilated and Ireland left the flat the next day, but not before wiping down all his fingerprints to avoid detection.
Ireland's next victim, Christopher Dunn, was tied up in a similar manner to Walker. But now the true motive became more apparent as the killer demanded a PIN number from his latest victim. After being given what he wanted, he again tortured and suffocated the innocent man and spent the night with the corpse. Travelling back to sunny Southend the next day.
The next target of the serial killer was a change of pace. Perry Bradley III was the son of an American congressman who was not into the same S&M scene as the other hapless victims. Nevertheless, Ireland convinced this poor man to let himself be tied up. And once again, he asked for the PIN number. Once he had that, he used a noose to claim his third life.
Andrew Collier, victim number four, did not so easily give up his PIN number and even after torture refused to tell Ireland what he wanted. Infuriated by this brave defiance, Collier was not only strangled but mutilated posthumously. Even his cat wasn't spared. The poor creature had been throttled and draped across the body of his master in a sexual degrading posistion. Now consumed with his own ego and feelings of God-like power, Ireland rang the police and boasted of his latest killing. Never suspecting that he had left his fingerprints on the windowsil of Collier's flat.
The Collier murder turned out to be the apex of Ireland's brutality. And the last victim of Southend's 'Gay Slayer', Emanuel Spiteri, was not subjected to the same repulsive treatment. Ireland simply asked for the PIN number and strangled him. A purely financial killing from a man who had seemingly grown bored with the process. But luckily, his murder spree was about to come to a screeching halt.
The police, having realised that the murder were linked, created a vast publicity campaign to root out the killer and inform the gay community of the maniac who was picking them off. They launched public appeals and ratcheted up the pressure until Ireland went to his solicitor in Southend and negotiated his surrender. Eventually, Ireland admitted to all five killing whilst in prison. His motive was no homophobia, but simple bloodlust. He picked on the weakest portion of society, who already distrusted police, and wanted to live out his violent fantasies free from prosecution.
Eventually, Colin Ireland was sentenced and the judge added a fitting epitaph to the "career" of this monster:
The unplanned child in a broken home, Ireland and his mother moved frequently around the country. Despite his mother's hopes to settle down and raise her son, their economic woes constantly stopped them from staying in one place for any long period of time.
Whilst in school he began his forays into crime by petty acts of theft and arson. A typical trait of future serial killers. Eventually, he was sent to a borstal, but this did not stop his criminal impulses and he was eventually imprisoned for a year due to burglary charges.
Ireland drifted through life with no purpose. he was married twice, the first union ending in divorce and the second ending when Ireland stole his wifes car and money and ditched her and her children. Eventually, in 1991, this habbitual thief and backstabber moved to Southend-on-Sea.
Again drifting from job to job, he began frequenting the Coleherne pub in London, an establishment frequented by homosexuals. Seeing the clintele as being vulnerable and easily preyed upon, Ireland began his campaign of murder when Peter Walker invited him back to his flat in Battersea.
Walker, a masochist, allowed himself to be tied to the bed. Ireland, however, did not have sex in mind and instead tortured his helpless victim mercillessly before killing him with a plastic bag. The corpse was further mutilated and Ireland left the flat the next day, but not before wiping down all his fingerprints to avoid detection.
Ireland's next victim, Christopher Dunn, was tied up in a similar manner to Walker. But now the true motive became more apparent as the killer demanded a PIN number from his latest victim. After being given what he wanted, he again tortured and suffocated the innocent man and spent the night with the corpse. Travelling back to sunny Southend the next day.
The next target of the serial killer was a change of pace. Perry Bradley III was the son of an American congressman who was not into the same S&M scene as the other hapless victims. Nevertheless, Ireland convinced this poor man to let himself be tied up. And once again, he asked for the PIN number. Once he had that, he used a noose to claim his third life.
Andrew Collier, victim number four, did not so easily give up his PIN number and even after torture refused to tell Ireland what he wanted. Infuriated by this brave defiance, Collier was not only strangled but mutilated posthumously. Even his cat wasn't spared. The poor creature had been throttled and draped across the body of his master in a sexual degrading posistion. Now consumed with his own ego and feelings of God-like power, Ireland rang the police and boasted of his latest killing. Never suspecting that he had left his fingerprints on the windowsil of Collier's flat.
The Collier murder turned out to be the apex of Ireland's brutality. And the last victim of Southend's 'Gay Slayer', Emanuel Spiteri, was not subjected to the same repulsive treatment. Ireland simply asked for the PIN number and strangled him. A purely financial killing from a man who had seemingly grown bored with the process. But luckily, his murder spree was about to come to a screeching halt.
The police, having realised that the murder were linked, created a vast publicity campaign to root out the killer and inform the gay community of the maniac who was picking them off. They launched public appeals and ratcheted up the pressure until Ireland went to his solicitor in Southend and negotiated his surrender. Eventually, Ireland admitted to all five killing whilst in prison. His motive was no homophobia, but simple bloodlust. He picked on the weakest portion of society, who already distrusted police, and wanted to live out his violent fantasies free from prosecution.
Eventually, Colin Ireland was sentenced and the judge added a fitting epitaph to the "career" of this monster:
By any standards you are an exceptionally frightening and dangerous man. In cold blood and with great deliberation you have killed five of your fellow human beings. You killed them in grotesque and cruel fashion. The fear, brutality and indignity to which you subjected your victims are almost unspeakable. To take one human life is an outrage, to take five is carnage. You expressed the desire to be regarded as a serial killer. That must be matched by your detention for life.Given five life sentences for the five lives he needlessly and callously ended, it is unlikely that Colin Ireland will ever be released.
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Mobile phone pic of the 'Crap-Man'
Well, a reader of this blog has sent me a mobile phone picture of what they claim is the person responsible.
In their e-mail, they claimed that the person in the picture was covered entirely in toilet roll, apart from his coat of course, and looked like he was going to chase them out until they ran off.
The picture if blurry of course, they claim they noticed him before he noticed them.
Hoax? Real deal? Who knows? If you look, it does seem that the man in the picture is wearing some pretty odd clobber. So there may be some truth to all this.
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My trip to the Cat-Killer's lair!
As promised, I took a stroll to where the Cat-Killer supposedly does (Or did) his business.
According to what I've been told, it's in a disgusting backlot/car-park around Curry's in the High Street. And judging on what I saw, this seems to be pretty accurate.
On a wall were various ramblings and occult imagery. The basic point of it all was simple: Cats are evil, cats are bad, gotta' kill 'em all!
It kind of makes me wonder if there's some truth to this crazy story. Here's some pictures I took:
If any other weird shit turns up, I'll be sure to report it.
According to what I've been told, it's in a disgusting backlot/car-park around Curry's in the High Street. And judging on what I saw, this seems to be pretty accurate.
On a wall were various ramblings and occult imagery. The basic point of it all was simple: Cats are evil, cats are bad, gotta' kill 'em all!
It kind of makes me wonder if there's some truth to this crazy story. Here's some pictures I took:
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| Angry, insane killers lurking in the nastiest areas. Yep, welcome to sunny Southend! |
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| As well as the weird messages, you can see a pentagram in the corner and a crude sketch of a cat's face. It's kind of creepy to see THAT staring out at you. |
If any other weird shit turns up, I'll be sure to report it.
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Cat-Killer
Interesting video I found on YouTube. I'm going to check out this area later, I think. Expect some photographs!
Pretty disturbing, isn't it? Although I am sceptical about how real it is. If there was someone like that, I reckon I would've heard about it before.
Pretty disturbing, isn't it? Although I am sceptical about how real it is. If there was someone like that, I reckon I would've heard about it before.
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The Shit-Man's Shack
A walk around Southend can often present you with a lot of weird sites. Between the new-age protestors and their Yellow Ribbons of Doom® and the other weird characters, this town can be a pretty odd place when it wants to be.
But a walk near Priory Park showed me one of the oddest things I've seen before. Just look at this:
An abandoned car dealership and a small, desolate shack. Maybe it was an ofice once, but now it's someone's house. Someone who likes faeces, like REALLY likes faeces. Likes it so much they've written about it on the walls and made crosses out of toilet paper. The whole room is covered in perverted rambling. Who did this and what does it mean?
Any ideas?
But a walk near Priory Park showed me one of the oddest things I've seen before. Just look at this:
Any ideas?
The OTHER Ratman and Southend Betty
The shop, Professional Music Technology, once stood near Hamlet Court Road before it moved nearer the high street. And it has long since expanded past Southend and now has several stores throughout England. Their sign is one of the most striking things down our occasionally dreary shopping epicentre. Why not go take a look?
But there's another oddity to look at down Queens Road. Above That's Bizarre is a wonderful mural of Betty Boop. I think that place is closing down, so see her whilst you can!
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