Trains did not come and go when expected to, so given the wait I decided to head to the Jack the Ripper Museum and take the walking tour included.
The Museum was more or less what I expected (the Sherlock Holmes museum is better…) but it was fun especially given where I’ve been staying – if you count all eight possible victims plus evidence dropped I was surrounded by it! (If I can stay there next year I will). It was fun though and I got a magnet and some replica papers for souvenirs.
Then I went on the walk, oh my gods that was so much fun!
The guy was amazing.
He knew his history – does way more walks than just the Jack the Ripper one and there was a Kiwi woman who was clearly a bit more interested in other things than the canonical five murders.
Honestly if you’re in London book onto one of Sam’s Walks. Aaanyway he spun the walk like questions for us to ponder on and we all threw out ideas as to who the over one hundred year old murderer could have been – police man, rich man, homeless bartender, fake police man – it was a good natter.
But then we saw some fantastic graffiti and he and I started talking properly.
He dropped the ‘juwes’ as Jubela, Jubelo, Jubelum and my Alan Moore fangirling started to show. He does another Rippers tour not through the museum and I am determined to go on it.
I like little pubs in London, but mostly I really like that they apparently don’t change, at all, in over a hundred years.
On the train home I started writing a Jack the Ripper LARP. Might end up trying that at The Smoke if I can get it right. Not next year though.
It was a long day but a good birthday.
Dancing Guy even had a cake waiting when I got home.
