The Creepy and Paranormal stuff thread

[Paulie Dangerously]

A thread for anything that puts the willys up you.

 

Just listened to an episode of Lore centered around "Robert the Doll"

 

 

https://www.hauntedrooms.co.uk/robert-doll-story-eugene-otto-enchanted-doll

 

 

It’s fair to say that Key West, Florida is well-known for being haunted. There are many stories surrounding Key West and the wider state, but one of the most famous is of Robert the Doll, Eugene Otto and the elements of Bahamian voodoo said to link the two together. Although Robert seems to be nothing but a rather careworn doll; dressed in a sailor suit, holding a toy dog, covered in small marks that seem to appear a little too like scars, with small beady eyes and a smirk on his face, many agree that he is directly responsible for a veritable bounty of woe. Robert has, over the years, been accused of causing car accidents, relationship breakdown, divorce, death, disease and much, much more.

 

WHERE DID ROBERT THE DOLL COME FROM?

Although Robert’s origins are disputed, as this is one of those stories that gets passed around from family member to family member within the state, it’s generally thought that Robert was given to Otto as a present from his grandfather following a trip to Germany. After some investigation by the Fort West Martello Museum where Robert resides today, it’s now thought that the doll was never actually intended to be a doll. It’s thought to be made by Steiff, and perhaps to have manufactured as part of a clown or jester display. That outfit? It’s thought to be Otto’s own. Oh, and if you’re wondering where Robert got his name? From Eugene. That’s right – Eugene’s full name is Robert Eugene Otto, and soon, the doll ended up with the name Robert, while Otto was simply referred to by his middle name.

Another story about Robert the haunted doll and his origins describes the Otto family’s mistreatment of their servants and maids. The family lived in a large mansion house that still stands today – it stands at the corner of Simonton and Eaton. The size of the house meant that the family needed “help”. One maid was apparently caught using voodoo and was quickly fired, but before she left, she gave Robert to Eugene. But Robert was cursed – she’d used some of the voodoo that she’d been fired for on the doll to bring fear and discomfort to the family.

 

IN THE BEGINNING

Robert the haunted doll is well-known for being more than a little spooky, but in the beginning, things seemed a little bit more innocent – like any other childhood friendship between a boy and his toy. Eugene took Robert everywhere with him, and even though the Robert doll was probably a little bit large and unwieldy for a boy of his age – Eugene was thought to be around 8 when given Robert, and Robert stands at around three feet tall – he was never seen without his beady-eyed companion in tow. Eugene was often heard whispering to Robert, which was entirely normal. It was only when a deep voice was heard answering back to Eugene that things started to get a little bit strange.

The Robert the doll story gets stranger and stranger as the years go on. Robert was said to have somewhat of a hold over Eugene and loud, violent commotions could be heard coming from Eugene’s bedroom on an almost nightly basis. Furniture could often be found overturned, toys of Eugene’s were often found ripped apart, and when the Otto family entered Eugene’s room, he was found huddled on his bed, petrified. When asked what had happened, he only ever had one response. “Robert did it.”

Escalation

Stories of Robert the doll moving meant that he was quickly banished to the attic. Servants arrived and promptly quit their jobs in quick succession, and it’s also claimed that the aunt that banished Robert to the attic died the same night that he was put there. Despite his banishment, the Otto family were said to hear Robert the doll moving frequently around the upstairs portion of the house, with his footsteps said to echo throughout areas of the property that were completely empty. He was even said to giggle in the middle of the night.

Eugene Otto as an Adult

Despite all of this, and despite his obvious fear of Robert as a child, Eugene kept Robert as he grew up and into an adult. He worked as an artist and later married, and kept Eugene propped up in a window of his house. Schoolchildren and almost anyone walking past the property would say that they often saw the doll disappear from sight before appearing again before their eyes. Many people avoided the house entirely so that they could avoid Robert. Annette, Eugene’s wife, was said to detest Robert, and supposedly banished him back to the attic. Naturally, he didn’t take particularly kindly to this, and so Robert the haunted doll once more placed demands on Eugene, requesting the Turret Room of the house because “he wanted a room with a view of the street.” Gene spent all of his time in the Turret Room with Robert, painting and talking to his doll, until his death in 1974.

 

THE STORY CONTINUES

The story of Robert Eugene Otto doesn’t end with his death. The Robert the doll story continues well past Eugene’s death, and the legend continues even to this day. The woman who bought Eugene’s house, Myrtle Reuter, was Robert’s caretaker following the sale of the house. Reuter corroborated many of Eugene’s stories and often found Robert in an entirely different place to where she had left him. Visitors to her new home didn’t like Robert, and found that he’d appear and disappear at will. She and her visitors also claim that the already creepy expression on Robert’s face appeared to change when anyone discussed Eugene in a negative way. In 1994, Myrtle donated Robert to the Fort East Martello Museum in Key West, FL, where he still resides today.

 

The doll is still on display today and received letters from people believing that his curse has followed them after disrespecting the doll in the museum

 

 

 

http://www.phenomenalplace.com/2016/07/victims-letters-of-apology-to-robert.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would burn fuck out of it if i was in my house. 

[Anny Road]

Better start writing that letter now.

[Anubis]

He knows what you've just written, Paulie. He knows. 

 

In fairness, i've always thought Robert was vastly superior to that ridiculous Annabell fraud the Warren's have stuffed into a case in their basement.

[setreal]

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brocken_spectre

 

A Brocken spectre (German: Brockengespenst), also called Brocken bow or mountain spectre, is the magnified (and apparently enormous) shadow of an observer cast upon clouds opposite of the Sun's direction. The figure's head is often surrounded by the halo-like rings of colored light forming a glory, which appears opposite of the Sun's direction when uniformly-sized water droplets in clouds refract and backscatter sunlight.

The phenomenon can appear on any misty mountainside or cloud bank, even when seen from an aeroplane, but the frequent fogs and low-altitude accessibility of the Brocken, a peak in the Harz Mountains in Germany, have created a local legend from which the phenomenon draws its name. The Brocken spectre was observed and described by Johann Silberschlag in 1780, and has since been recorded often in literature about the region.

 

 

Imagine seeing something like this when you know nothing about physics or chemistry. What can it be but a miracle/ghost.

[TheBitch]

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brocken_spectre

A Brocken spectre (German: Brockengespenst), also called Brocken bow or mountain spectre, is the magnified (and apparently enormous) shadow of an observer cast upon clouds opposite of the Sun's direction. The figure's head is often surrounded by the halo-like rings of colored light forming a glory, which appears opposite of the Sun's direction when uniformly-sized water droplets in clouds refract and backscatter sunlight.

The phenomenon can appear on any misty mountainside or cloud bank, even when seen from an aeroplane, but the frequent fogs and low-altitude accessibility of the Brocken, a peak in the Harz Mountains in Germany, have created a local legend from which the phenomenon draws its name. The Brocken spectre was observed and described by Johann Silberschlag in 1780, and has since been recorded often in literature about the region.

 

 

Imagine seeing something like this when you know nothing about physics or chemistry. What can it be but a miracle/ghost.

I had one of these on Ben Lui in Scotland. Was absolutely made up as my mate got one a month before and they're really rare.

 

I've got a picture somewhere but I'm fucked if I know where.

[Trumo]

Some things are so freaky they will scar you for life.

 

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[setreal]

I had one of these on Ben Lui in Scotland. Was absolutely made up as my mate got one a month before and they're really rare.

 

I've got a picture somewhere but I'm fucked if I know where.

 

Pics or it didn't happen.

[Babb'sBurstNad]

My dad once took his dog for a walk late at night. It was a route that went through a graveyard alongside a church, and one he'd taken many times. Now, my dad never believed in any paranormal stuff, being a rational copper, but the dog stopped in the graveyard and started growling at nothing in particular. I don't think he ever admitted being scared, but he dropped the lead and ran home faster than the dog.

[Anubis]

My grandparents lived in Davey St by Anfield. They had a dog, Butch, who my grandad would take for a walk through Stanley Park. Every time he'd cross Priory Rd to continue the walk into Anfield Cemetery, Butch would stop at the gates and refuse to go further, one front paw raised up. Although I'm not convinced it was anything other than the smell of decay.

[Paulie Dangerously]

My grandparents lived in Davey St by Anfield. They had a dog, Butch, who my grandad would take for a walk through Stanley Park. Every time he'd cross Priory Rd to continue the walk into Anfield Cemetery, Butch would stop at the gates and refuse to go further, one front paw raised up. Although I'm not convinced it was anything other than the smell of decay.

 

Not a jewish cemetery is it?

 

[Trumo]

My dad once took his dog for a walk late at night. It was a route that went through a graveyard alongside a church, and one he'd taken many times. Now, my dad never believed in any paranormal stuff, being a rational copper, but the dog stopped in the graveyard and started growling at nothing in particular. I don't think he ever admitted being scared, but he dropped the lead and ran home faster than the dog.

 

Babb'sBurstNad's Dad'sAghastDag.

[Anubis]

Don't you be sullying Butch's memory by comparing him to that heinous little UKIP Nazi.

[Bjornebye]

A young couple living in a large isolated house had gone out to a dinner party one evening and left the baby-sitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the baby-sitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.” Thinking it was “one of those phone calls” or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.”
Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up,” she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down.

Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, “Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension.” The baby-sitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher’s knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor baby-sitter.

[Rick Sanchez C-137]

A young couple living in a large isolated house had gone out to a dinner party one evening and left the baby-sitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the baby-sitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.” Thinking it was “one of those phone calls” or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.”

Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up,” she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down.

Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, “Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension.” The baby-sitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher’s knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor baby-sitter.

Not paranormal but source?

[Bjornebye]

Not paranormal but source?

 

No but its creepy. 

 

Snopes.com so it is probably bullshit. 

[Anny Road]

Not paranormal but source?

Just 17

[Bjornebye]

Just 17

 

Fuck off mumm-ra

[rubble-rouser]

https://portalsoflondon.com/2017/07/02/the-woolwich-anomaly/

 

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Under river, outside time: The Woolwich Foot Tunnel Anomaly

July 2, 2017Posted in Time anomaly

When the Woolwich foot tunnel closed for repairs in 2011, it should have been a routine job. The pathway had been providing pedestrians with a quick route beneath the Thames since 1912. A century on, a few minor improvements were necessary. Contractors were hired to plug holes, improve access and bring communications capabilities into the 21st Century: swapping leaky tiles for a leaky feeder.

But Woolwich residents will recall that the refurb of this much loved and much used walkway did not go according to plan. When it finally re-opened it was 8 months behind schedule, having been closed for more than a year and a half. What the average Woolwich dweller doesn’t know, however, are the unusual circumstances behind this delay.

Part of the works were to update the lifts  source | licence

Mention the 18 month time frame to someone who worked on the Woolwich Tunnel job and you may be met with a mysterious smile. A year and a half may have seemed a long time to those who relied on the tunnel for their daily commute. But for those who were down there beneath the river, that time-frame has a different meaning. When one contractor tells me he aged 3 years on the Woolwich job, it is not a metaphor. For, deep down beneath river and clay, hidden from those above ground, something was occurring. That something was a time anomaly.

A time anomaly, from the perspective of someone who experiences it, involves a clearly defined part of landscape or architecture, in which time ‘stops’. Years of study into such phenomena has proved largely fruitless in terms of explanations. And even less so when it comes to predicting when and where they might arise. There is some anecdotal evidence that temporary spaces, or spaces temporarily under a different use, lend themselves to time anomalies, and the Woolwich event would appear to support this.

But they are notoriously hard to define – not having experienced one, PoL isn’t about to try. The best thing we can do is listen to those that have experienced them. The following testimony is from one of the contractors on the Woolwich foot tunnel job (he wishes to remain anonymous). His words are presented uninterrupted, with as little editing as possible.

Woolwich from the river, pre foot tunnel times  source | public domain

“I was one of the first ones to experience it. We were working from both ends, as it were, and had tents on both sides of the river. It was pretty basic, if you wanted something from the other side, you just had to walk it through the tunnel. Anyway the foreman’s on the other side and he radios to ask me across. So I walk through the tunnel – the ‘long walk’, we called it, funnily enough – and it’s slightly spooky because no one else is down there, they’re all working on the lift shafts, and I get up the other side, find the foreman, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. Says he only radioed like a minute ago and how did I get there so quick? Wouldn’t take my word for it I’d walked. Reckoned I had a buggy down there or something, that it was some kind of prank.

But I stand my ground and he starts to see I’m not lying. Anyway he forgets what he called me there for. He gives me this big red plastic box, tells me to walk back over and hold it up for him when I get to the other side. So I head back down, the lonely walk back, thinking shouldn’t we be getting on with some work. When I get to the top I wave the red box in the air and radio the foreman. ‘You just left me!’ he’s saying, ‘No more than a minute ago’. That’s when I start to feel a bit weird.

Entrance to the tunnel seen from the river  source | licence

My initial feelings was I was pretty freaked out by it all. But once everyone else had experienced it, it was amazing how quickly it seemed normal. It became like a joke. It was a laugh, you know, a source of giggles. Someone said we’d invented the teleporter and were all going to be rich. The foreman stopped trusting watches and phones when we were down there, and took to using egg-timers. A few of the young agency lads tried to claim extra on their time sheets. That was the thing, though: time froze when you were down there. If you were down there for the full working day, fixing the tiling, you’d basically finish work, come back up and it would still be morning. Which was great at first – I don’t live in London so I did a lot of sightseeing, Cutty Sark, The Royal Palaces – but then we all realised how knackered we were.

It never really occurred to any of us to tell anyone about it at the time. It was like, who would believe you? You didn’t even believe it yourself. Plus it was such a wheeze. I think there was a feeling that as soon as head office was on to it the whole thing would be over. No more fun.

People started experimenting. Some of the guys camped out in there to see how long they could. 3 days and nights it was, and they still came back at the same moment they’d left. That freaked the site manager out though. He was having a nightmare with the timetables as it was. Biggest problem was making sure that if anyone from head office came down it wouldn’t look like he was sending people home ten minutes after they logged on – although that’s exactly what he was doing. Anyway he soon put a stop to all the mucking about.

Not before I had my one very strange moment, though.

The stairs  source | licence

One thing we couldn’t get our head round was how the two, sort of, time-places a guy was in seemed to be happening at the same time, as it were. Like I see you emerge across the river in no time at all, but there’s also a ‘you’ who reckons he’s spending four hours in the tunnel.

So Petar, this Bulgarian lad, thought of a little experiment. One morning before anyone else is down the tunnel, he ties a long rope round his waist, and hands the other end to some of the guys. Then he sets off down the tunnel, see. And I’m to follow him down as far as the bottom of the stairs, and then stop and watch him walk down the tunnel. ‘Don’t put your foot off the stairs, don’t step in the tunnel’, he told me. And I didn’t.

So I’m watching him, and he’s got something in his pocket, a secret signal for when he’s across the river, when he gets to the surface. When the others see he’s surfaced, they’re supposed to shout down at me and pull on the rope. Anyway, I’m kneeling down and craning my head down so I can watch Petar walk around the curve, [the tunnel bends in an inverted bow underground – PoL]and he laughs and waves at me for a minute, then gets bored, keeps walking. And he’s just about to round the curve, out of sight – it hasn’t been long, just a minute or so, around the same time it’d took us to walk down the steps – and I feel the rope around me tighten. Then I hear the lads up top. ‘He’s across. Waving a red flag’. The thing is, Petar hears it too.

This image shows how the tunnel bends out of sight  source | licence

And he stops. Turns round. And he’s looking at me. His hand slowly reaches into his big jacket pocket, and he pulls out the edge of this large red flag. For a moment I grin. I reckon they’re all having me on. But it’s the look on his face, that’s what still haunts me. Nobody’s that good an actor. His face – and he’s a big man, mind you, fearless. Our Petar was a big character, always at the centre of things, always with this big smile. Never saw him take anything too serious in all our days til then, but – I don’t know how to describe it, it was – fear. Just plain fear on his face. And he’s looking right at me and I know what he’s thinking. I know what he’s trying to figure out – do I keep going, or do I come back? He takes one step towards me, then stops. I don’t know how long we looked at each other like that, neither of us talking. Then in the end he turns round again, and carries on, out of sight.

Well, I’m up those stairs like a shot and when I get up top there he is, across the river, unmistakeable even from that distance, red flag in one hand, another guy’s arm around his shoulders.

Anyway I didn’t like that. That freaked me out, that did. Petar didn’t talk about it much. Nobody spoke much about any of it after that. The jokes kind of came to an end and we just got on with the job. Tried to ignore it.”

The tunnel was re-opened in early 2012. No time-discrepancies have been reported since that date.

[Elite]

A young couple living in a large isolated house had gone out to a dinner party one evening and left the baby-sitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the baby-sitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.” Thinking it was “one of those phone calls” or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.”

Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up,” she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down.

Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, “Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension.” The baby-sitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher’s knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor baby-sitter.

That just sent shivers down my spine.

[Aventus]

A young couple living in a large isolated house had gone out to a dinner party one evening and left the baby-sitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the baby-sitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.” Thinking it was “one of those phone calls” or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.”

Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up,” she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down.

Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, “Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension.” The baby-sitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher’s knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor baby-sitter.

Reminds me of a similar story.

 

A young, well off couple both in the medical profession were on a family holiday in Portugal with their three year old daughter and twin two year olds.

 

One night they put the kids to bed and go out to a nearby tapas restaurant with friends. They leave their door unlocked so they have easier access to the hotel room upon their return.

 

Only when they returned they noticed that their three year old daughter was missing.

 

Some people think that it was an immigrant that kidnapped her, others think the parents accidentally killed her and covered it up.

 

And poor Madeleine was never seen again.

[Guest]

A thread for anything that puts the willys up you.

 

Just listened to an episode of Lore centered around "Robert the Doll"

 

 

https://www.hauntedrooms.co.uk/robert-doll-story-eugene-otto-enchanted-doll

 

 

The doll is still on display today and received letters from people believing that his curse has followed them after disrespecting the doll in the museum

 

 

 

http://www.phenomenalplace.com/2016/07/victims-letters-of-apology-to-robert.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would burn fuck out of it if i was in my house. 

I watched a TV show called Lore on Amazon Prime and episode 6 is about this doll. Good series and it was quite a compelling tale about the doll. I wouldn't want to risk it's wrath!

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/video/detail/B075ZC567Y/ref=atv_tv_hom_1_c_otwan_2_2?ie=UTF8&pf_rd_i=home&pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_p=869996927&pf_rd_r=EC16TR38XFYMGAM41RX0&pf_rd_s=center-3&pf_rd_t=12802

[Paulie Dangerously]

I watched a TV show called Lore on Amazon Prime and episode 6 is about this doll. Good series and it was quite a compelling tale about the doll. I wouldn't want to risk it's wrath!

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/video/detail/B075ZC567Y/ref=atv_tv_hom_1_c_otwan_2_2?ie=UTF8&pf_rd_i=home&pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_p=869996927&pf_rd_r=EC16TR38XFYMGAM41RX0&pf_rd_s=center-3&pf_rd_t=12802

Based on the podcast of the same name I listened to this morning. I might check out the series if it's decent?

[lifetime fan]

A young couple living in a large isolated house had gone out to a dinner party one evening and left the baby-sitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the baby-sitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.” Thinking it was “one of those phone calls” or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up.”

Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, “I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up,” she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down.

Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, “Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension.” The baby-sitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher’s knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor baby-sitter.

 

That’s even less believable than the ‘true’ stories on xhamster.

[Guest]

Based on the podcast of the same name I listened to this morning. I might check out the series if it's decent?

I thought it was very good, quite short only six episodes but some interesting stories.

[aws]

If time ran slower in the Woolwich tunnel you'd have thought the job would be finished early not late.