Seats are for sitting on.
Some things don’t make sense about this mystery, well, a lot of things don’t but over the years most have been discussed to death, except for this one.
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The place is Somerton Beach, more specifically it is the area within a thirty foot radius that encompasses a seat, a set of steps to the beach and the final resting place (X) of an individual universally known as the Somerton Man,
We know two witnesses sat themselves down in what must have been an unoccupied seat (pictured below) after arriving at about 7:30 pm and we know the Somerton Man was already on the beach and alive at the time. But nobody ever came forward to say they had seen him arriving, leaving two options as to how he managed it – the first being that he was strolling along the beach before deciding to take a break by the rock wall, but this, given his attire (highly polished shoes, socks, slacks, white business shirt, tie, pullover and coat) seems unlikely and if it had been the case then it’s almost certain that he would have been noticed.
Which leaves the steps. And the seat.
The one thing we’ll never know is whether the seat was occupied when he arrived, and if it had been surely the occupants would have remembered him making an unsteady way down the steps as at least two other witnesses thought he was drunk.
And if it was unoccupied .. why didn’t he sit there?
The Somerton Man .. 
Try again…Bloke tripped on the faulty stairs descending and fell through the railing onto the sand below, that is before reaching the bench seat level atop the seawall, piece of piss to a trained constable.
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Dang! Why didn’t I think of that?
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If he fell, per Dusty’s scenario, would that account for his bruised knuckles or blood stained shirt trying to stop his fall?
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Certainly account for the sand in his hair, the welts of his shoes and also his missing hat which came off on the way down.
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And not only did Mossy miss the slip and the matches, plus not securing the half-smoked possibly unsmoked fag, there must have over a dozen unreclaimed teeth scattered around the body ..
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There you go, It may have been both upper and lower plates as you please, although must be said that no indication of dentures worn in Clelands evidence. Great photo of the stairs sans GC’s SM version with red triangulation lines and measurements to fool punters. You’ll please to note the weird missing (?) treads on the upper stair set, compared with the normal bottom set.
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Sunset Adelaide 30 November 1948 7:13pm, twilight 30 minutes
So Olive was watching the sunset on the seat at the lower level
She must have had extra eyes in the top of her head to see the “suit”
https://tomsbytwo.com/2023/07/26/an-investigation-bound-to-fail/ item 4
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Advertiser 30 November 1948 page 8
Note also the moon sets at 6:51pm before sunset at 7:14pm
So when the street lights used to go out across Adelaide, which from memory was 11pm, there was no moonlight, no street lights on the Esplanade, right throughout the night.
Pitch black on the Esplanade and on the sand down on the beach which was way below street level and hidden from view
Steps down to the beach in pitch black darkness, and hidden from street level
Not a soul on the beach
Sunrise at 4:46am, and first light would be about 4:15am
and interestingly moon rise is at 4:09am giving just enough light to see your way down the steps and onto the beach before first light, and not be seen by anyone
5 minute window to get down and back up just after 4am is all you need
Just saying…
https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/page/2657120
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Some, more observant than others, may have noticed that, in re CCH Alvington beach access stairway, unlike the bottom steps with tread boards morticed into the side rails, the upper flight, those with prominant angled risers, may appear to be short on treads for most part. Could be in the photo, or just maybe they are set an inch or so below the risers for a good reason, ie., as a safety measure for children with disabilities being better able to navigate safe decent to the beach without their crutch leg tips slipping over the edge.
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See: http://www.collections.slsa.sa.gov.au/resource/B+49044.
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No need to worry about street lighting, doesn’t appear to have been any that far down the Esplinade. Two potential problems for someone not wanting to be seen, would be lights from the kids home which would reveal any untowards activity by the stairway, and the police radio patrol, whose diligent officers always pulled over to check the beach for anything likely to disturb the peace, while having a tea break and a durry while calling in.
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While I’m still sober enough, some might like to check whether the two white posts, three sets north of the gate atop the CCH , stairway, forming part of a long rail fence above the beach. They are at 90% east from X marks the spot (oblique pic) and appear to be missing a rail (not sure). Also appears to be a drag mark representing two human heels coming from that position and landing on the beach near a mound of debris a foot or two from X. Any detractors might report in to CGC TS/BS as Anonymous.
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We never saw cop cars patrolling the Esplanade at night
They patrolled Jetty Road Brighton, Jetty Road Glenelg, where the shops are to see if anyone was hanging around to break in
They never harassed anyone fishing on the jetties
The Home would be in darkness with all the kids in bed asleep Just some night lights inside.
A nursing Sister on duty perhaps
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just as a relevant aside, not only could Strapps distinguish the stripes on our man’s strides, his lady friend identified the colour of the suit being worn by the curious onlooker – which to my mind confirms both as being kosher – and by the way, could someone with the rights denied me on Christopher Gordon’s site call bullshit on ‘anonymous’ ..
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GC is anonymous and it’s all GC’s bullshit
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Kids younger than say ten, especially kids in need of constant medication day and night, kids without mums by their bed don’t feel safe in the dark. My best guess be that all the front rooms on the upper floors overlooking the beach would be lit up like a 1948 Christmas tree. Speaking of which in those far off times before you were born ‘No One’, police radio cars from town paid special attention to isolated places like Alvington CCP, just in case of some accident or other emergency in need of quick police radio car response. Best you do some research rather than carrying on making up stories to suit your agenda ie., Pan Am and the phoney flim flam Somerton Man. No erfence.
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Telephone. You ring Angas Street where the radio room is and the dispatcher on duty sends the patrol car
Cops have better things to do than waiting out front for things that never happen
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No they don’t .. police use precedents and known places where the insubordinate gather and plan. You might think they are mugs in uniform, but those of us who have requested their assistance for a variety of reasons appreciate their knowledge and vigour in resolving problems.
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Call sign VL5AP (Adelaide Police) start June 1948
Very limited resources
Interesting communications room with Adelaide divided into zones and one patrol car per zone
Which wouldn’t be hanging around on the Esplanade
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Pelling relies on his minions, Bowes makes do with his peers:
Cramer is full of opinions while stealing other muggers ideas.
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No railing in the posts on the level between the upper and lower stair sets and only a single rail on the lower. Just waiting for an accident to happen, SM poor bugger never had a chance, sorta glad that Chuck Webb wasn’t in his shoes.
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That wraps it up from Dusty
Just a drunk who fell down the steps
Now, let me see, where were we
Oh yes, SM was wearing different pants in the morning to what he had on in the evening
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78 today aye, sounds like a record RCA but, only for those of us who had y’man done and dusted before midnight. Dr. Bennett’s post 2 am. supporters must wait until the morrow 1/12/48. Rest in peace Sumerton man, and save some for us will ya.
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Well probably have to wait that long for the coroner to come to a decision.
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Shit. My blue; it’s only 77 as in Sunset Strip. Bet No One caught on.
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Don’t mention it GC, and be reminded of the fact that of the 165k hits you claim for BS/TS over the past year, the majority would have come from, Josh, Anoymous and, yep you guessed correctly, Yours unruly, truly.
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In all Cramers earlier edumacational narratives re the Lyons evening Beach stroll, the outward jouney was north along the Esplinade to Broadway, then returning along the shore. So looks like cunning AI has convinced the old crook that their outward and homeward journey was via the Somerton shoreline (as per the histerical video). Wonder what made him change is mind and submit to the urgings of his newfound Artificial Imposter.
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Some might recall, couple of years back, an old bloke from country victoria made news by saying he was walkng his dog along the beach at Somerton around dawn, he’d bin holidaying with his mum in a rental on the Esplinade. Sez he saw the body and went back to tell mum about it and she kept him indoors while calling for an ambulance. Some time later he spotted not one but two ambulances arrive and, that’s all I recall. Never heard another word.
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That was a fizzer Clive. Give it another try if you don’t mind.
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Wonder if it ever occurred to Cramer, that it may have been his goody two shoes Jack Lyons who be the ‘digger in da woodpile’ and not the commie couple who arrived on the scene fifteen minutes after he and Helen had left. I can recall we tried to pin jeweller Jack to his ’48 abode in Whyte St. (watch the spelling), Somerton but, far as I know, we never found it. Best I could come up with be his watch shop in town and residential abode in Chelmsford St. Millswood (WW2). Maybe Lyons was a Govt. plant; afterall his claimed swim pal Arty Lee who he met on the beach ‘this morning’ 78 years ago, certainly had working ties to Immigration
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Sorry, try: https://collections.slsa.sa.gov.au/resource/B+49044
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Pity the building in the background doesn’t match up with CCH, nor the ramp for comparison with 1948 stairs. If only the pic was larger exposure and the date known. May be more of that interesting stuff around.
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The photo was supposed to be from 1948-which seems a bit odd?
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Clive: compare the orginal CCH pics with Cramers latest utube abomination, in that he’s stuck another wing on southern end for what reason we may never know…unless the old basket has some reason known only to him that he intends to fool us with.
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Lyons JB 62 Whyte Street Somerton
What is there was built in 1950
So maybe there was something basic before that and they did a knockdown and rebuild.
They were at 39 Chelmsford Ave, Millswood before. It says Glandore in Sands&Mc but that is in error. That area is and was Millswood.
My old stomping ground. All the old suburbs in Adelaide.
Anyway, Lyons was definitely at 62 Whyte Street, Somerton
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Yes. From memory milongal got him to Whyte in 52 and Pelling figured he wasn’t there in ’48 unless he was in a tent, hardly likely for a noted Omega watch dealer with premises in the Bank building in the city. Makes one wonder how the feller could get his work done, then get from town to his temorary digs by PT before sunset and have time to take the cheese’n for an evening stroll along Somerton foreshore. Reckon he should have been put on our suspect watch list years ago; no wonder the Coroner Tom Cleland didn’t believe him. You’ll recall it was big Jack that reckoned SM was either a Czech or Bulgar; where’d did he get that intel?
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David Morgan: Welcome back to the land of the living. Knew you’d pull through; we’ve been thinking of you in your prolonged abscence. Gordon Cramer, now Christpher in particular. You’ve missed nothing of any importance and, yes you’re right about AT getting the wrong Jack Norris. Girl just can’t help it.
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Can you believe it, Cramer the prick has stolen my thunder as usual, re the lad walking the dog at dawn on Somerton Beach along with the two ambulances arriving later at the scene, as depicted in his latest AI generated picture show. a real kuhndt, what? Excuse the French.
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Space age Nick, desperately seeking guidance on what his mysterious 1947 Roswell aliens might have been wearing. I’m thinking striprd trousers for starters which were to become all the rage a year or so later.
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Adelaide the 20 minute city (but not anymore)
It’s possible back then. Close the jewellers shop at 5:30pm, in your car or on the bus to Somerton and there at 6pm or a little after. She has the meal waiting. Finished and dishes washed by 6:30pm. Off for your walk. Somerton man spotted at 7pm.
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No. One: Cutting it a bit fine there mugger. You’re forgeting that SM was spotted lieing on his back at X on the return journey, which according to our weights & measures authority Cramer was found to be three kilometers, give or take a centimeter each way.
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….and as for our Somerton ambo spotter looking out the window of his holiday pad 1 Dec. ’48. No way Jose as the only three possible places in Sth Esplanade with visibilty would be 15 and 17, latter being Alvington CCH and 15, a house owned by the Nunns who were employed by the former. The only other possible place with any sort of a view would have been the Phillips place at 21 Bickford Tce. Would advise AI and Cramer esq. do something about their ridiculous movie still of the two ambulances parked on Sth Esplanade opposite Alvington.
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62 Whyte Street Somerton, to Broadway (all the way to Broadway) and back down to Somerton man is 2km (measured on Google Earth) which for an evening walk is 30 minutes. Leave home 6:30pm and pass the Somerton man at 7pm
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See if we can get to the bottom of the residential situation if we dare. Jack claims in 1948 that he was at 52 Whyte St., then he reaffirms it on a customs declaration in 1950, and yet the house wasn’t built it seems intil 1955. On another declaration upon his returning home from OS in 1958 he gives No. 66 which is where the Luons couple seemed to be staying in 1972 when he was interviewd by John Ruffles. As for your consistent assertions of No. 62, well go figure, I’ll stick with his likely having told a little porky to police back in ’48 in order to be able to spin them a yarn about the evening walk along the beach with wife Helen that didn’t hardly ever happen.
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Sands & McDougall (1948) advise that a J B Lyons was living at 39 Chelmsford Ave, Millswood
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I must admit it does look odd
If you saw someone waving his hand around at you, especially in that era and in friendly Adelaide, you would think he was beckoning you, because he needed assistance, and you would go over and see if you could render it, and at least ask him if he was ok, not just walk past him. Not in that era anyway. He might tell you to f off, but lying down drunk unlikely to take a swing at you.
Maybe this guy wasn’t on the beach in the evening at all. Just a fabrication by all those who said they saw him, and the “suit” was a fabrication as well.
We saw him in the evening. But that’s just a cover to make you think he was already there at dusk, and must have died there overnight. When in fact nobody was there, and he was dumped there in the wee hours of the morning.
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Now we’re on the money. The jeweller gave three different versions of the hand signals, one up flicking ash of a cigarette, one up and then flopped, hinting of death spasm, then two up and then dropped smartly. Could all have been a pre planned ruse all along. It’s a wonder we didn’t think of it before.
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Ffs Clive, thats the third time now for Chelmsford Ave. in two days, first from my pen, second from No.One, and now you. Have you been following related conversation? What do you reckon about his claim to be living in Whyte in ’48? Could be it was a vacant block that he built on in the early 50s and was a ruse he used for his deposition in the 1949 inquest at behest of influencers at a higher level.
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Perhaps John Lyons had bought a piece of land in Whyte St? And, because it was nearer to the SM location, and a bit more of an ‘upmarket location’, that’s the address he gave to the police?
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Hundreds of early summer’s evening thrillseekers on Somerton Beach and nobody but the Lyons and DA’s teenaged smoochers saw him there. The Cops had asked folks to come forward with sightings and only response was Gordon Strapps & Olive Oil the masters of subterfuge.
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Keep in mind all these bods are in the old boy’s club being ex-military and can club together quite willingly “for king and country”
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/102081951/john-bain-lyons
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Bit strange that when John Ruffles interviewed Lyons in 1972 he reckoned his age as being late eighties early nineties, when in fact he was only eighty going on 81. Apparently Adelaide Tiser did a story on his SM involvement mid sixties, but we never saw it. Up to you Clive.
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Speaking of bent coppers, a fairly common occurrence in St. Kllda in the days of yore, three of CM’s hands on dickless tracys are trying to pin down a mounted contstable name of Coleman who plainly has little, If any bearing on the Somerton Man case. perse. As for the off way target trio, Steph Whorewood [sick] Pat o Rato from Brazil and IT out of bum fluff West Virginia, they be as a hole in somewhst of a conundrum, each gal favouring their individual officer Coleman. Also a police horse with white socks (see pic) named plod or similar, caught up in the mix and adding to the confusion. Any one interested in offering a helping hand to the girls.
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Thought as much. Whilst Helen Lyons oversaw the boutique jewelry store full time in the bank Building, Adelaide city centre. her master Jeweler hubby John Bain attended to crafting rings & things and overall management of the business which also included importing Swiss watches. Certainly looks like, rather than having the their supper at home on 30/11/48, the couple made do with a pasty and Amscol choco ice cream at Broadway kiosk before undertaking their return stroll along the Somerton beach front that evening.
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Interesting. A business couple are more likely to shut up shop at 5:30pm and hang around in the city together and have a counter meal at a pub or Comley’s cafe in King William St, and let the crowd shoot through, rather than rush home to nothing. Chew over the day’s work and takings. Especially if they were empty nesters by then and no need to be home for a family. No TV in those days to get home to, to watch the 6 o’clock news. You picked up your evening paper “The News” from the newsboy in the street or one of the newspaper stands that were kerbside in that era.
I think we can say they weren’t on the beach at 7pm, and for that matter then, neither was Somerton man.
If he wasn’t there at 7pm, then he was dumped on the beach in the wee hours of the morning.
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Lyons address will be on the electoral rolls
There was a federal election in 1949
There was a state election in 1950
The electoral rolls are in the State Library on North Terrace Adelaide. Some are printed and bound. Some are on microfiche
Should be interesting research for someone
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Following a visit to the State Library, I found the following:
Per Telephone Book-Aug 1948 address was 42 Whyte St X1551
Per Telephone Book-Aug 1949 address was 39 Chelmsford Ave
Per telephone Book-Aug 1950 address was 42 Whyte St X4551
Per SA Electoral Roll-1949 address was 52 Whyte St
Per SA Electoral Roll-1950 address was 66 Whyte St
Per SA Electoral Roll-1952, 1954 + 1955 address was 66 Whyte St
All a mite strange?
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Nice work
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Let’s leave it to Mr. C. the research expert. It could lead to the addition of a full extra chapter in THE BOOK. It will 5hen need to undergo thorough vetting by AI, pre publication in due course, all fifty pages ala The Danetta Load of codswallop
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Here’s a bloke (Boxall) up to his forearms in gears grease and misfiring engines, who nevertheless volunteers his good self to a bewildering array of secretive code lessons, giving him the ability to send and receive massively secret information about the future of the world after the cessation of WW 2 … according to Christopher Gordon, who flies alone in his distant orbit..
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Clive might have his interest piqued
looking at his earlier comment
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More pretence from GC
He hasn’t got a clue
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Now in his own opinion, author CGC, his THE BOOK might well be judged alongside the merits of the The Unknown Man, and its motto, framed in the immortal words of its author G. Feltus “Torro Torro Torro”.
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Catching up with the morning Carl Webb fan club team briefing over on Cipher Mysteries, (afternoon here and evening in Bateau Bay). Nothing makes me sick Nick, but sniveling, arse licking AT w/ comes real close y’hear.
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Pelling has finally left the real world behind and gone to the moon, Up up and away on his beautiful balloon. Bye Nick.
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The old boy is good on research but not so good at pounding an opinion .. particularly on the somesontern man
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Opinionated to a fault, and forever looking up the wrong tree. That’s how I’ve always seen the old boy’s research credentials. Case in point, take a bo peep at what he’s up to now, back in Port Pirie ala 2014 with not a clue what he’s looking for. I can see him having another crack at SM candidate Willem Styn or one of them. Man is a born loser in my books.
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A quick google enquiry as to whether handling car batteries in the 40’s could lead to an individual contracting lead poisoning yielded a big YES.
Prosper T probably had a big dose of it as well.
What’s the betting SteveH ignores this outstanding rebuttal of Nick’s copious research and where a brotherly follow up over there would see us all right again.
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52 Whyte St is 500 metres to the Esplanade
42 Whyte St is 600 metres to the Esplanade
I can’t see that you could be buggered after a day’s work walking that far down to the Esplanade for an evening walk and then all the way down to Broadway and back
He wasn’t on the beach and didn’t see Somerton man at 7pm
Mysteriously, he just happens to turn up there where Somerton man is, in the morning, when his entrance to the beach down the end of Whyte St is 300 metres further south, and he wouldn’t see that far up the beach, and then he says, that’s the guy I saw on the beach last night.
Bullshit
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Guess it might pay to mention that the morning fourth witness (plus two nags) was Col. Arthur Lee (BEM & MC x2 ) who lived in Wilkinson Ave. Sumerton, a short hop to the Alvington steps. Maybe soon to be Sir Arthur set John Lyons up to take the lead role in his stead.
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Arthur Lee had stables and horses in training, good nags at that. I’m thinking that he may have timed his morning swim to link up with his apprentice Neil Day and his hoop Horrie Patching to see how his (?) horses were doing. Arthur would have accessed the beach via the CCH stairs, say ảround 5.30 (100ft from Wilkinson Ave. and shocked to find them off their mounts and tending to the stiff as he made his descent. Thats what I reckon must’ve gone down and the rest is something similar to what we know, John Lyons or not. How about getting our fine adelaide team to hook up with Neil Day if he’s still with us and see if he has recall of Arthur Lee being in on the deal that morning, as an extension to the outline he gave the doco people in 2018.
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I think he lives in NSW or Vic.
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We’re a wake up by now to Ms. Whorewoods smoke & mirrors antics to a man with possible exception of Pelling who loves her dusty put down posts to pieces, topics of which had been well covered by him in the distant past. Not to worry though, seems in stealing fat dusty’s thunder she’s actually giving support to our valid points of reference. Doesn’t matter that she prefers a 73 year old geriatric hotel magnate A. J. Lee to his 36 year old son A. J. Lee Jr. MC as John Lyons’ morning swimming chum. Speaking of hotels and one run in town by the Leahy family that she chose to mention for filler, brings to mind the Leahy’s also owned the St. VIncents Hotel at 24 Jetty Rd., Glenelg in 1948, and our Kate Thomson, daughter of Jessica & Prosper married one of the sons. Can’t figure how Steph missed my related post, especially in that the couple, still toether in retirement on the Murray, had later bought the place next to widow Freeman of Freeman chemist notoriety.
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One possibility about John B. Lyons-was he the man who stood at the top of the steps looking down for 5 mins? The man, that Neil and his girlfriend saw, in a suit and hat? And, who ‘forgot’ to advise the police?
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We can dismiss Ms. Whorewoods latest attempts at stirring the pot, she’d bin all over the Lyon/Lee show in the CM Ruth Ballint thread so she knows what what, it ain’t pretty and I think I’ve just twigged Jestyn’s “Higher Authority”… Lt. Col. Arthur James Lee MC 2 BEM (SX 2891) and Lt. Col. Geoffrey Malcolm Leane MC (SX2917) were both Saint Peters school old boys when WW2 broke out and so joined up together direct from the militia into 2/28 infantry battalion AIF. They did the full Nth African Rommel stunt before heading off to the Pacific with their seasoned lads for the Pacific finale with Tojo’s Tora Tora Tora (got that Gerry); then heading back batteted & bruised to their former mundane civvy jobs after the show was over in 1945. One went back to pub ownership and club management plus getting into a good part time lurk as a Federal Immigration advisor, and t’other back to life as a supervisory Detective Sen. Sgt. with general crime squad in SAPOl. You reckon a pair of top military commanders might just have had a bit of this and that going down as a team once back in civvy street eg., helping clean up the mess made at home during their five year abscence. Take the case of SM, a body with no name found on Somerton Beach, a chain or two from Arty Lee’s home & horse stables. Think on it sweetheart, you might learn something about what’s what courtesy of “fat Dusty”.
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Not likely Clive, going by the “not tall” part description given by Olive Neill. Lyons was 6 ft neat and as for Arthur Lee he was medium height at 5′ 9″ (see chart). Anyone else come to mind? how’s about Dr. Nunn from No. 15 Esplanade across the way?
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Possibly Prosper?
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Astounding! First new post on Big Tootie Tamam Shud since March, courtesy ‘zedex’ better known as Mr. Gordon Cramer,; Something to with stats I guess. Quote: “Amazing! Do we now think this has been resolved???”
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In spite of all my coaxing, Mr. Cramer still can’t seem to get the all important tie stripe direction of slant right. Wake up Gordon, You too AI you”re making a fool of you both.
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Not to be outdone by Steph’s pub crawl of Adelaide in 1985. Back in my prime time circa. mid 60s, soldiers pubs in order of preference were from memory, Rundle, Gresham, Strathmore, Governor Hindmarsh, Duke of York, Arkaba, Crossroads, and the Pier Hotel at Glenelg. I note her choice of pubs like the Victoria Hotel in Hindley St. were a bit too flash for young diggers from Woodside camp; en route to the ‘third world’ war. We got sixty four bucks a fortnight equal to full adult pay at 17 so they said. Lucky to touch it in ’66 for us youngsters but, don’t think the 20 year old nashos were overly impressed.
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Three more takes on Mr. Cramer’s AI generated frontal view of Somerton Man’s positioning by the much altered steps. They include a more pronounced drag mark three yards to his right, an added hiding hole in the sea wall to his left, and missing car on the street level thst had been thete in place on all his earlier shopped photos. I’d reckon we’ll hear more about each item in an update.
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Wasn’t SM found on his back on the sand in the morning?
Propped up against the seawall and comatosed, he ain’t gonna get up walk over and lie down on the sand
He wasn’t there in the evening at all. He was dumped there on his back on the sand in the wee hours of the morning
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Prosper was even taller than Lyons, Clive and, just to reiterate, Olive Oil Neill said “He was not tall”. Mind, he was only their for five minutes, doesn’t sound overly clandestine to my suspicious mind.
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If tomsbytwo blog is not going to allow submissions related to the unresolved Beaumont Children abductions, pray tell what purpose are the two thread offerings serving Peteb? No offence mind.
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Where do you get that impression old son?
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Possibly someone from the CCH, stretching their legs, wandered across to the top of the stairs?
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Well I just got knocked back on my attempt at posting, with a polite non acceptance note from the server; not for the first time either. Had you not been aware, perhaps that’s the reason no body is showing any interest.
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Not my doing mate, WordPress isn’t perfect.
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We think alike on that score Cive. Probably one of the kid’s fathers politely getting out of the way for a five minute smoko.
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Probably that’s why I kept getting the short shrift from all my attempts at ommenting over at Nick’s show. Was thinking I’d been given persona non grata status, couldn’t for the life of me understand why, me being such a loveable laddy.
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Geez mate, if you weren’t dropping comments here there’d be only Clive and Onesy left ..seems everybody else has sold the farm.
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Testing too
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