Twenty-Six – Gone to GatesheadI admit to a swelling of pride at coming up with the moniker Jack the Ripper. Shakespeare himself would have been pleased and delighted by the way it rolled 'trippingly on the tongue'. I couldn't wait to get it out there and intended to listen carefully in near future for the reactions.
Still, not wanting to sound as full of myself as even I admit I was, beneath the lark I wrote a bit more, adding an apology of sorts that might also serve as a directive.
'Dont mind me giving the trade name'
It needed to be understood that the punters ought to start using the name immediately.
I looked the letter over again, top to bottom, front to back. It was just right and I was well-pleased. But – DAMN! – I hadn't blotted it and the red ink had mucked it up; made it loo
