Sat 19 Jul, 2008 03:50 pm
This was a nice section to walk along.


We were quite glad it wasn't a Market Day as well, it was busy in town, Market days in Skipton are total bedlam.


Some really quaint property in town as well.


Nice pleasant walkways and well designed routes for pedestrians especially.


Attractive, very well maintained too.


Market type walkways, covered like gigantic conservatories.

Hang on, almost forgot, this bit.


Just making sure you can view the full menu.



Well. I thought showing what you had to eat on here was obligatory.

Looked pretty good.

I had home made steak and onion pie with the two veg and a few chips.

Flobo tucked into Cheese and onion pie with salad and chips.



A Big Sherry Trifle for Mathos.

Flobo tucked into her favourite;- rhubarb pie and hot custard.

We were both well satisfied.
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Tai Chi
Sat 19 Jul, 2008 07:04 pm
Thanks Mathos. Still reading along and enjoying your photos.
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Sat 19 Jul, 2008 07:07 pm
Looks like the river has been picking up an odd tree on it's way down.

i was hoping it would be the NESSIE !

thanks for the beautiful pictures !
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Sun 20 Jul, 2008 05:29 pm
I liked "Place Order and PAY at the counter" myself I must admit.

But I wouldn't eat the chips, peas, carrots and pastry sludge of ground up horse.

Your attitude to beauty leaves a lot to be desired hbg.
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Sun 20 Jul, 2008 05:31 pm

I forgot the gravy.

What a stupid oversight.

The plate was £2 extra.
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Tue 22 Jul, 2008 04:33 am
Marvellous stuff Mathos, would have loved to visit that pub with you, so very inviting. Should I ever visit your country again I'll be heading your way, you can bet on that!
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Fri 25 Jul, 2008 10:40 am
Tai Chi wrote:
Thanks Mathos. Still reading along and enjoying your photos.

Cheers Thai Chi, glad you are enjoying the same, there is some really brilliant stuff to come over the next couple of weeks especially.


A couple of nice photographs for you to scan over here.

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Fri 25 Jul, 2008 10:45 am
hamburger wrote:
Looks like the river has been picking up an odd tree on it's way down.

i was hoping it would be the NESSIE !

thanks for the beautiful pictures !

Thanks hamburger;-

My elder daughter is going to Scotland for her annual summer holidays in August, I have asked her to take a few photographs of Nessie for you, especially.


I thought this particular photograph which I took on Tuesday last was really special.

Glad you are enjoying the same.
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Fri 25 Jul, 2008 10:54 am
Dutchy wrote:
Marvellous stuff Mathos, would have loved to visit that pub with you, so very inviting. Should I ever visit your country again I'll be heading your way, you can bet on that!

Let me know Dutchy.

(This year I'm going to be away though, September/October, no firm dates as yet)

I'm sure you will enjoy a pint and a nice meal in many a pub I could take you to.

Thanks for your appreciation as well mate,.


There is a really cracking pub down in this little village.

Well worth a visit.


Beautiful photograph isn't it.
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Fri 25 Jul, 2008 02:13 pm
A pub with no ashtrays. Whatever will the puritan life savers think of next. A pub with no beer is on the way. After that the pub with no saturated fat.

Oh-what a pretty picture those will make. Plastic imitation timber beams thrown in to give a medieval feel with electric lights attached.

The Botox Arms is it?
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 05:29 am
spendius wrote:
A pub with no ashtrays. Whatever will the puritan life savers think of next. A pub with no beer is on the way. After that the pub with no saturated fat.

Oh-what a pretty picture those will make. Plastic imitation timber beams thrown in to give a medieval feel with electric lights attached.

The Botox Arms is it?

I hope you folk will excuse Spendi.

He always talks silly when his bag needs emptying.
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 06:57 am
Skipton? Yorkshire.

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Walter Hinteler
Sun 27 Jul, 2008 09:31 am
McTag wrote:
Skipton? Yorkshire.

Good. And do you remember the history behind the whole in Clitheroe castle's wall as well? (You certainly will remember the coffee house and wine cellar :wink: )
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 11:21 am
Ah yes Walter, very good wine merchant there.

Pity the restaurants are only British, but nice tearooms.
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 11:51 am
McTag wrote:
Skipton? Yorkshire.


Mentioned a bit back Mac, I'd be crossing borders, didn't see the need to start seperate threads though.


This is The ferry House at Fleetwood. Fleetwood had an amazing history of Trawlers and Fishing

I have taken the information below from the 'Bosun's Watch'

There is a link here, well worth following if you have an interest in Fleetwood or The Trawler Fising especially.

The Bosuns Watch 100 years of deep sea fishing at Fleetwood.Fleetwood's Memorial to the fishing Industry. The memorial is constructed from the fishing equipment that was found aboard trawlers, fairleads, ...
www.fleetwood-trawlers.connectfree.co.uk/monument.html - 11k

Fleetwood Remembers The Fishermen

It's no fish ye're buying: it's men's lives.
Sir Walter Scott - The Antiquary - 1816


Fleetwood's Welcome Home monument. The text on the plaque reads
'Welcome Home' is erected as a tribute to the families of Fleetwood Fishermen who have down the years shared the dangers and uncertainties of the industry. Around this spot families have gathered for generations to 'Welcome Home' their menfolk from the sea.
The monument stands on the promenade looking across the Wyre channel towards Great Knott. At one time it was a common site to see families gathering to wave off their loved ones as the outbound trawlers sailed past. In the days of steam the booming of steam whistles could be heard all over town as the skippers acknowledged their waving friends and relatives. They never spoke of it but they all knew that it could be the last time that they ever saw each other.
The Welcome Home monument is provided by Fisherman's Friend makers of the famous lozenges, and the Wyre Borough Council.
It was designed and sculpted by Anita Lafford


Fleetwood's Memorial to the fishing Industry. The memorial is constructed from the fishing equipment that was found aboard trawlers, fairleads, gallows and Otter doors. The plaque reads...
Past this place, the fishermen of Fleetwood have sailed for generations, while their families watched from the shore. Their courage and comradeship under hardship is a living legend. This memorial depicting equipment from a trawler, was placed here in recognition of the great contribution which the men and women of the fishing community have made to fleetwood.
The inscription goes on to list the ships lost from the port. To this list must be added the vessels that were lost but without loss of life.......The next time that you are tempted to complain about the price of fish, remember the true cost of what you are buying.


A view down the twisting Wyre channel from the promenade. At Knott Gulf the kink caused by the river flowing between Great Knott, on the edge of Preesall Sands, and Black Scar, on North Wharf Bank, has caused more than one inbound trawler to end up aground close to the pier in poor visibility.


The lighthouse in Pharos Street was one of two built by the famous architect Decimus Burton who was a close friend of Peter Hesketh-Fleetwood, the founder of the town. Looming over the houses it has guided many a vessel down the channel


The second of Burton's lighthouses. This is on the promenade. Vessels rounding Wyre Light (at the entrance to the channel and now burned out) would align the beams of the two lighthouses vertically. Once this was achieved, they knew that the were lined up in the main part of the channel.


The tricky channel into the Wyre Dock. There has been considerable building up of the seaward end of Kirk Scar, known locally as the Tiger's Tail. This sandbank, totally submerged at high water, has caught out many an unwary skipper

This is a photograph I took from the rear of The Lifeboat Station at Fleetwood.

It looks like everything is well and ready 24/7

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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 11:59 am
It's rather fascinating that no matter were you are in Britain the coast line is really only a few miles away from you.

It has some brilliant advantages being an Island, as history alone has witnessed our well being and benefit.


You can be in the middle of The Ribble Valley, and yet within a distance of twenty miles or so, you can be paddling on the sea front.


Alas, there is not a great deal in the way of complimentary writing I am able to put down about Blackpool.

It's had it's day.

The White Church looks alright though.


You are probably aware of the current movement going on to transform Blackpool into The Gambling Capital of Britain.

Personally I think it would be a good move, it would mean the place would have to be virtually knocked down and rebuilt.

With style and panache.

It would create amazing employment opportunities and additional benefits for the area and County of Lancashire in general.

Manchester has apparently been favourite to make the first move. That is fair enough, but I think Blackpool is ideally situated and has the right sort of history to be more creative in this form of advancement and development.

We will have to wait and see.
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 12:03 pm
This is slightly different too;-

The Old Station Master's House at Midge Hall. Just a very small micro dot on the map, but all the same. Nice

It's now a private residence, but still retains that special character.


The Railway Crossing Control box is a wonderful piece of old history in it's own rights too.


There's a cracking pub next door as well, I usually call there for a sandwich with Flobo, when we go to pick her wild bird food sacks up at the grain merchants, a little way up the road from the crossing.


They do great food and sandwiches in The Midge..
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 12:07 pm

The above hotel, The Clifton Arms at Lytham St Annes is a superb place to stay as well. It's right on the sea front at Lytham and gives excellent service.

Well recommended if you are in the locality.

This is The Windmill opposite the hotel, I may have put this photograph up on here earlier. If so sorry, but it shows the open views afforded from the hotel over the sea front and Ribble estuary.


Pity is was a dull day though.


Still, it's summer in England, you can't really expect a great deal of sunshine. Laughing
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 12:13 pm
We get a great deal of rain at times too. This is the patio at the front of the house.


So we looked at it and sing;- 'Singing in the Rain'

We didn't opt for the dance bit, it would have looked a bit daft, and anybody passing might have thought, them two need looking at.


Flobo wanted me to get my bike out and ride around the patio with her on the handlebars singing 'Raindrops are falling on my head'

I promised her next time I would, but I wasn't having it this particular morning.

By the time we finished our cornflakes and fruit it was looking much better.

I filled the car up with diesel, which is a good thing as it won't run on petrol as I found out to my sheer horror and expense some time since.

By the time I got back, Flobo had washed up and was 'doing her hair' I ask you, why do they always do that?

They get ready, everything is fine, and when you think you can actually set off, it's.

"Won't be a minute, just going to do my hair."


I thought we would drive to Eccleston Delph, {only five miles from home} it has a great deal of history to it, then take it from there. Many years back when it was a working quarry, with all sorts of buildings and vehicles, plants and machinery etc. They were digging and blasting as they do in quarries and they hit a spring. By all accounts it filled up rather quick. Everybody out so to speak and they only just made it. All the vehicles were left down there and the buildings of course. Plant and machinery etc.

Over the years it became quite a place for swimming, diving off the cliffs and into the quarry, great in summer. I did it myself countless times in my late teens and early twenties. Then in the 1970's I learned to Scuba dive and passed most of my open water trials and tests in Eccleston Delph down Halfpenny Lane. I made it as a BSAC {British Sub Aqua Club Class 3 Diver which was pretty good}

We dived a lot at weekends in the Delph, it stopped me swimming there, and we advised kids to be careful. Over the years, quite a few people did loose their lives in Eccleston Delph. As they do in most of these places. There were massive steel girders, just sticking up a few feet below the surface, especially near were we used to dive off the cliffs. We had been very lucky.

Once, me and Joe, found the spring, we went down the shaft, single bottles, plain oxygen, over a hundred feet we went. It was like being in dark space or black ink, freezing cold as well, we only had wet suits on. We were lucky to hold it together to get out. We got to a point were we had no idea if we were going up or down. Had we panicked, that would have been our little lot.

It got a real bad name, stolen cars, blown safes, all sorts of dodgy stuff used to get tipped in there.

It was always a bit of fun really seeing what was new in the depths below.

Then in the late 1970's we heard there had been a really gruesome episode and find:-
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Sun 27 Jul, 2008 01:07 pm

Evening Post

No. 28,791 MONDAY OCTOBER 15, 1979 9p

Beauty spot's grisly secret;


Detectives today stepped up a murder hunt after the butchered body of a man was found dumped in a flooded Lancashire quarry.

Police forces throughout the country were checking missing person files to try and identify the man - thought to be the victim of a bizarre gangland-style execution.

The naked, mutulated corpse of a stocky man thought to be under 30 was found by amateur scuba-divers at Marsden's Quarry, off Halfpenny Lane, Eccleston, near Chorley. The frogmen say both hands had been chopped off the body and there was a large gaping wound in the stomach

The long haired victim of the grisly gangland-type killing had been weighed down by bricks. Police refused to disclose the nature of their initial investigations but were holding a Press conference this morning. The gruesome discovery was made in a 60ft deep pool.

The body, found by accident when sub-aqua enthusiasts Jeff Ashcroft, 22, a mechanic, and his pal Ian Reading, 34, were diving at the scene yesterday. Hours after the discovery, Jeff said "We had been diving about 60ft and were working our way round the side of the quarry to see if we could find anything interesting. When we first saw it we thought it was a tailor's dummy"

The couple prodded the corpse before realising what it was. Ian, a lorry driver, added "It was only when we got close to it that our stomachs turned over and we found we had a body on our hands". The divers - both from Ashton-in-Makerfield near Wigan and members of the Newton-Le-Willows Scuba club - both believe the body had not been in the water for long.

Lancashire CID chief Det Chief Supt Wilf Brookes and Assistant Chief Constable Keith Brown were immediately called to the scene. Chorley Chief Supt Ian Hunter and Supt Phil Cafferty of the No. 2 District Task Force based in Penwortham were also at the murder spot, 50 yards down Halfpenny Lane. The man in charge of the hunt is Det Supt Ray Rimmer, second in command of the Lancashire CID.

Local anglers continued to fish at the quarry unaware of the drama unfolding 60 feet below. The water has been used in the past for the illegal dumping of cars, and both divers say they saw cars deep below the surface. A dumped mini estate was found near the body. But police are understood to have ruled out any link between that car and the body.

Police frogmen later made a detailed search of the scene to try and find the man's severed hands and the murder weapon - but have been unsuccessful so far. A dental specialist has also been called in in a bid to help identify the victim. And Home Office pathologist Dr Geoffrey Garrett was carrying out a post-mortem.

Lancashire police have no record of any local missing person who would fit the bill of the victim. The body has now been removed from the quarry and is in Preston Royal Infirmary mortuary.

Acticle by Bob Westerdale & Peter Richardson

Lancashire Evening Post - Special

The killing of Mr Asia

Special Report by Brian Ellis & Peter Richardson

The Accused in the Case of the Handless Corpse

Terry Sinclair

Andrew Maher

Karen Soich


Billy Kirby
Jack Barclay

Leila Barclay
Freddie Russell
Errol Hincksman
Sylvester Pidgeon
Kingsley Fagan

James Smith

Lancashire Evening Post FRIDAY JULY 2, 1982

Back from the deep!

Once it was a beauty spot.

But that was before it became the watery grave of an international drugs dealer.

Eccleston Delph, a flooded quarry in the heart of Lancashire, was never meant to reveal its gruesome secret. But the body of Martin Johnstone never hit the bottom.

Instead it came to rest on a ledge after the perpetrators of the most notorious deed in the history of crime in the North West, had bundled him over the edge.

And there it was discovered - that butchered, hideously scarred body which led disbelieving detectives to the earth's four corners in pursuit of those who would kill to protect a multi million pound drugs empire.


This week the Handless Corpse rose once more from the Delph's murky depths. For two days and nights a television crew reconstructed the killing and dumping of Kiwi Martin Johnstone, the man dubbed the Mr Asia of international narcotics smuggling whose ruthless execution 13 years ago put nine behind bars for dealing in drugs and death.

The Lancashire connection will be a dramatised by Granada this autumn as part of a Friday night peak-time crime series. Ironically, perhaps, it will be called All Good Friends.

Those were the words used in a statement by Preston-born Barbara Pilkington, girlfriend of the man who pulled the trigger. She and killer Andy Maher were indeed good friends with Johnstone and his Lancashire lover Julie Hue.

"We examine that friendship and the pressures which finally blew the whole thing apart," says producer Bill Jones
Drugs, Death and a grisly man-hunt

He remembers it well. As a newspaper reporter he covered the case in its early stages. Now he watches as two film units bring about the realisation of a project which took him six months to research.

At Leyland in a lock-up garage they recreate the moments in which Johnstone's body was mutilated in the vain hope that even if it was discovered it might never be identified.

And at Eccleston Delph - it's actually in neighbouring Heskin - they film the dumping of his heavily weighted body, its discovery by two amateur divers who thought it was a tailor's dummy, and its recovery by police frogmen.

Lancashire police have co-operated with the makers. Few police forces, they believe, could have concluded the case in the way Lancashire did. From the time they'd finished there were 180 witnesses from across the globe.

"They kept at it like a Jack Russell with a rabbit," says Bill Jones. "It really was an incredible case and it is still a very powerful story."

There is a delay in filming because Mike Armitage is in make up. It takes four hours to get him looking.....like death.

For Mike, underwater expert and boss of Standish-based Northern Diver, is the corpse of Martin Johnstone for the day. When he finally arrives at the Delph, make-up artists continue to work on him, attaching a sandy wig and various prosthetics.
These include specially-made and uncannily realistic handless arms which are placed prayer-like across his chest in the manner they were found. While it is all going on he says with unintentional humour: "The tension is killing me."

Bill Jones looks across the water. There is litter and there are rusting cars and vans beneath the surface. One or two fishermen go about their business: "It's an eerie place," he says. Maybe I think that because of what happened here, but there's something weird about it."

He reveals that Andy Maher will be played by Vic McGuire, Jack in TV's Bread. In reality Maher, then 27, was given a minimum 20 years after an historic 128-day trial at Lancaster Castle, and remains locked away until the last year of this century.


Barbara Pilkington and Julie Hue whose mind-boggling statements finally blew the gaffe on a drugs-running operation spanning Australia, New Zealand, Singapore, Thailand and Britain gave evidence for the prosecution.

Since then they have been living new lives with new identities. Which leaves one more character from the cast of All Good Friends. He is Terry Sinclair, the hugely wealthy Mr Big on whose orders Maher shot his friend in the head.

Johnstone had double-crossed the syndicate. Maher believed his own life would be snuffed out if he didn't shoot Johnstone. So he did - in a layby north of Lancaster.

Sinclair, arrested by armed officers during a dawn raid on a London flat, read books in the dock a Lancaster Castle. So powerful was he that he believed he could simply buy his way to freedom. When he died of a heart attack not long into a 20-year sentence at Parkhurst prison in 1983, Lancashire police were immediately suspicious.

Says Bill Jones "They had put away this fit-looking guy in his mid forties and he'd suddenly had a heart attack. They felt it wasn't him. They thought he might have been sprung from prison and that someone else had taken his place. That's how powerful he was.

"So they went down to look at his body - and they took someone along who knew him very well. It was Sinclair all right, but his hair was white and he'd aged 25 years.

There he lay, the multi-millionaire drugs baron whose downfall had begun with the discovery of a handless corpse in a Lancashire quarry off Halfpenny Lane

Brutal killer Andy Maher

PC Arthur Marshall is at the waters edge. He is the man who brought Johnstone to the surface all those years ago. Now, 45, he's still with the police, still diving and still enjoying the life.

"I remember it as a job of work," he says. "We were conscious all the time that we had to preserve all the evidence. These days we could have rigged up a video camera and CID could have watched from the surface

"But there was nothing like that then and no one realised the problems we had. There were 140 lbs of weights tied to his legs. It must have been at least two hours before we got him up. He was about 20 to 30 feet down on a ledge.

If they'd dropped him just a few feet away I don't think he would ever have been found." Arthur is taking part in the filming, together with colleagues.

Lancashire Evening Post - Special!!

The killing of Mr Asia Special Report by Brian Ellis & Peter Richardson The 'Mr Big' with fortune of £50 millionHE WAS Mr Big - the man who made millions by dealing in drugs, and the man who aimed to stay at the top of his sinister world by dealing in death.
He was the so-called Angel of Death who offered cunning and coruption as the twin weapons with which to fight the combined police forces of Australasia.
But the Angel came down to earth when Lancashire police swooped on the luxury £250-a-week Kensington apartment he had rented to mastermind the "English Connection".
Terence Alexander Sinclair had found wealth in an evil trade. He once boasted he couldn't even spend the interest on a personal fortune of £25 million.
But it wasn't always like that for the one-time welder born 36 years ago in New Zealand.
He was a small-time crook, first coming to the attention of the police at 18, as Terry Clark, appearing in court at regular intervals between 1962 and 1971, when, on his ninth appearance he was jailed for five years for burglary and receiving.
He had married at the age of 20, to a childhood sweetheart but was divorced in the second year of his sentence. The following year he remarried - in the prison chapel.
His best man was Errol Hicksman, the New Zealander who was to become his trusted lieutenant and who stood with him in the dock at Lancaster Castle.
His bride was a telephonist who was to die from a drugs overdose in September 1977, as was another girlfriend of Clark, just three weeks later.
Clark liked what he heard during those years inside. After his release he was to become a canabis customer of Mr Asia Marty Johnstone.
Then he moved into the big league. Cocaine and heroin were to become his stock in trade. In 1975 he was named in court as the brains behind a massive £50,000 heroin shipment into Auckland - the biggest the country had known.

One of several police identity make-ups of a master of disguise.

He was arrested but skipped bail and vanished to Australia where he was to spend two profitable years before being picked up after a marijuana raid, fined and deported for possessing a revolver and suspected stolen cash.
Back in New Zealand the prospect of many years behind bars faced Clark. But at his trial he was aquitted..... and later it was rumoured that he had spent £120,000 "buying" witnesses and "preparing" his case.
Freedom for Clark was the signal to delve into the massive hidden reserves he had built up. He bought a prestige house overlooking the Bay of Islands on New Zealand's North Island for close on £250,000. Soon he was to be seen in a white Jaguar sports car.
It was all go with his new image - of a man who had successfully rehabilitated himself after his earlier problems. So too was his change of name to Terence Alexander Sinclair, charged here as Alexander James.
He bought prime beach property at Fiji worth more than £50,000. He is reported to have paid four years fees in advance for his son from his first marriage to attend a top New Zealand school.
But Sinclair was handing out lessons of his own. Doug and Isobel Wilson, recruited by Sinclair to help distribute heroin, were found dead in a shallow grave near Melbourne after turning police informants.
At their inquest a warrant was issued for the arrest of Sinclair for murder.
A master of disguise - Sinclair could easily look like a man in his fifties - and armed with a stock of false passports and up to 23 aliases, crossing the globe was no problem. He jetted to Singapore, Britain and America.
In Britain he knew he his evil expertise could earn him more and more millions from drugs. But there was another thorn in his side - another security risk. That man was Marty Johnstone.
Sinclair described as "very decent and considerate" by Karen Soich's mother, could not have dreamed a team of Lancashire detectives would burst into his Kensington flat a fortnight after the gruesome discovery of Johnstone's body.
But as the New Zealand Inland Revenue Dept lodged a claim for £300,000 dollars back tax, the trappings of wealth remained even in his cell as a category 'A' prisoner on remand at Strangeways. Not for him prision food. Every day he paid for meals to be brought in from a top hotel. So was the wine - and best cigars.
But was his confidence on the wane? The man described by the head of homicide at Melbourne as having "money coming out of his ears" found one Lancashire detective exceedingly deaf when he asked him to get three tickets to South America.
Was the man who never thought he would be caught suddenly seeing the future as life behind bars in Britain - prison food and all?
He WAS Mr Big...

There are many, who believe that he got out of prison!
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