What if Nick Pelling is right !!!!
You know, reading that thread title sends a chill all the way down to my feet, seriously, and my hands are getting clammy, plus there’s this peculiar thumping in my upper chest left-hand side. It might be drugs because I’ve run out, but not booze, it’s too early.
It’s the thought of agreeing with the dreaded Dome.
He’s the bloke over < there with two chins trying to look like Harry Potter.
Remember these? Like who doesn’t.
Well, nobody has spent a lot of time trying to place the pencils found in his suitcase which means it might be a good place to start. There were six of them. The three pictured don’t appear to be in very good shape, as a matter of fact they look to be the same vintage as the wear and tear you can see on the tool wrappings – from this you could argue that the grime on the tool coverings is graphite from all the pencils rolling around in the bottom of the suitcase.
What we have here is a man who has found a common use for all these pencils, a cut down knife, a pair of scissors and a particle brush.
So far we’ve eliminated the silhouette artist – wrong tools – and nobody is really happy about a Ship’s 3rd using a set of homemade tools for making stencils and marking up about 3,500 boxes of cargo typically slotted into the holds of a merchant steamer.
So, they’re out.
Next we have the beef about Detective Sergeant Leane’s woeful performance with the TS slip. I mean, FIFTY-ONE DAYS ??
Maybe it just happened that way. Something that small would have no trouble getting lost in the lock-up, those places were straight out of Steptoe and Son believe me, I’ve asked around.
So, no conspiracy to delay or obfuscate, no mysterious meetings with a secret society, no nothing like that.
No steganography, no spies and likewise no tiny writing or criminal connections – looking at you dude – everything gets shovelled into the bullshit bin. It’s over. Besides, where has it got us?
The blackboard is clean.
This is a drawing Ronald Searle completed while imprisoned in Changi Gaol in WW2 – one of many, and he wasn’t the only man to take up the pencil in a POW camp.
Searle, upon release, was able to take many of his works back home to the UK, and I’m pretty sure he would have packed his drawing kit as well.
See what I’m getting at here?
A WW2 POW with an artistic streak being treated at the RNS Hospital in about 1945/6, say, opens his fevered eyes to a lovely young nurse hovering over his bed. They share an immediate intimacy. She changes his bed-pan and it’s love at first splash.
Then, on Feltus P176 we have this to consider: ‘about three years ago (1945/6) she had given the man, Lieut. Alfred Boxall, a copy Omar Khayyam’s “Rubaiyat” when he was in hospital.’
Feltus though declines this morsel as a misinterpretation by the journalist. He would. We don’t. Journalists are the harbingers of truth. I’ve asked around. Besides, does anyone remember Littlemore asking Alf where he met Jessica?
So no wonder Alf hid Jess’s Rubaiyat sign-off under a piece of tape. Some things a wife doesn’t need to know. And you have to admit, Verse 70 is a little on the steamy side.
Have another look at these babies .. how far removed could they be from a prison art kit? Six pencils? Please.
So, here’s a fellow looking like a skeleton in the RNS Hospital in 1945/6 who pops up in 1948 looking like a miniature Charles Atlas and searching for the nurse he remembered from Ward 15 or whatever.
Not only that, but what were the chances they all first met in hospital in October 1946 when Alf came home on leave.
Our man Keane in Ward 15, Alf in Ward whatever and the lovely young nurse who attended to them both. Then a drink or three down at that lovely pub on the harbour when everyone got better.
And nine months later it’s hello to baby Robin.
Nobody knows how T Keane died and nobody is certain where he died. But the one thing we do know is that he knocked off a veggie pasty an hour or two before checking out and no man in fear of his life does that.
Face it, we could be looking at a love story gone tragic here.