Interview with (Name withheld)
Date : xx/xx/2007
Present: DCI John Smith (JS) DI Arthur Jones (AJ)
Interview commenced at 12:31
JS: Do you know why you are here?
FJL: (mumbles)
JS: Pardon?
FJL: You're all malicious justice abuse perverts!
AJ: We just want to understand what's been going on.
FJL: This is a conspiracy! You're all wombats! There is a massive conspiracy against me! you're all conspiring against me (SHOUTS) I Want my stuffed fruitbat back! you have no rights to deprive me of my stuffed fruitbat. You're all vindictive saboteurs! Gibbons, the lot of you. I want my stuffed fruitbat!
JS: So you think
FJL: Stop wombatting on you miserable ferret. Yes I do think unlike some conspiring justice pervert policemen around here.
AJ: So
FJL: (SHOUTING and pointing finger at AJ and JS) You. You're perbert justice saboteurs. you're conspiring asgainst me and my precious research. If only Catherine Eddows could see me now, she'd tell you a thing or two. Perverts! Justice perverts!
JS: Please calm do
FJL: You can't silence me!
AJ: Please
FJL: I'm talking. Shut up you insignificant little gibbon. I know my rights! I demand to see my stuffed fruitbat. (SHOUTS) Now!. Bring it to me. Oh stop your justice pervert nonsense now or you'll have to pay a heavy price and you will lose your reputations and will be banned from the National Archives.
JS: You mention the National Archives, what...
FJL: They're a bunch of pathetic saboteurs who will stop at nothing to prevent serious scholars and super ace top researchers, i.e. me, from getting at the truth.
AJ: The truth?
FJL: Don't look at me like that you maloderous monkey. You are a smirking pervert of British justice and you must stop this silly conspiracy. I know you're only the underlings, the hired help but you're mindlessly doing the dirty work of Sir Iain Banks and his secret cabal of conspiracy. I've red the Da Vinci Code, I know how you operate, well you won't defeat me with your monkeying about and tinkering with the wheels of justice. This is a pervert of Justice and a miscarriage of the highest order. If you know what's best for you, you'll hand over my precious stuffed fruitbat now.
JS: Could you just...
FJL: No! I can't give up my search for the truth and the lost. I will publish my research and you will look like fools on the hill with little buckets. You must stop conspiring and playing your childish games. I want my stuffed fruitbat back. Now. These sabotueurs and their false libel allegations are dunderheads. When they die they will become donkeys.
Special Branch are interfering with me. The 'ripperologists' in a frenzy are getting you to pervert yourselves. You will be made to look foolish and stand in the corner. That's no way back from your embarrassment. These people are utter creeps, with their ripperology obsession- which binds them all together in some nutters parlour. They draw emotional strength from their nasty little union. 'Ripperology' which has produced nothing but embarrassment to them as it has turned up nothing in all the years that they have spent on it. So they target anyone with something interesting to say. What will they do when their pathetic little abusers parlour is exposed as having no real foundation? Enough for them to fall into a real panic I think.
AJ: Can we start at the beginning
FJL: Good grief, good grief, good grief.
JS: Right then, how did
FJL: It is important to me to rescue the research, which as you can see has been investigated to a very high standard. Art for art's sake; you work for love of it. That's me; that's home. The rest means nothing.
H.M. Queen Elisabeth is widely reputed for her concern about the Whitechapel 1888 'Jack the Ripper' case, and reportedly sent Joseph Sickert, a known figure on the periphery of the affair, consistent Christmas, birthday and well wishing cards, demonstrating her keen interest in details re matters that Security Officials are/have been keen to keep from both Palace and Public. Some of you have been looking, watching on, amazed, while a vicious vendetta mob ( incorporating meerkats and other hardened criminals) and the entire abusive annexe of ripperologists ( who've always abused and sabotaged me) continue to demonstrate themselves in abundance on 'the saboteur abuse blog' and elsewhere. I believe people are watching it, but in horror of amazement- in the way one looks, as a child, at a tarantula or snake at London Zoo, in spite of the shock and disgust one feels- at a creature that continues to manifest itself regardless, despite the number of fascinated onlookers. And you've been asking yourselves- why do they do it? What can they have to gain besides self exposure, setting their false case against me on fire, and shooting themselves in the foot so badly that they can scarce sit down, let alone walk?
I've got pages and pages of this. It's evidence. It's in a Lever arch file.
In the meantime I am continuing my vigil for justice outside South Bank.
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