Gloucester Road Tube Station. The eastbound platform of the Piccadilly Line. You don’t know it, but you’re actually stepping into a crime scene. Being London, that’s hardly surprising. But the crime that happened here was inexplicable in the sense that there was no known motive, no witnesses and no clue. The story starts here, but […]Read More Murder on the Piccadilly Line
The scene that met the Policemen made them collectively shudder. Robert and Nathaniel Coombes were calmly playing cards downstairs. Their mother was nowhere to be seen. But she was in the house. Upstairs, lying in bed, actually. Murdered. Her face had been largely devoured by maggots while rats had eaten her brain, heart and right […]Read More Gruesome Tales, This Thursday!
by Sheldon The people whose houses backed on to Chingford Mount Cemetery would be forgiven for thinking that the Resurrectionists had returned, early in the morning of the 15th of June 1934. Flickering torches slowly meandered their way through the darkness, the light catching the odd headstone here and there. Their flickering light barely illuminating some […]Read More A Gangster’s Paradise
by Sheldon Multiple stone eyes gazed heavenward as myself and Paul entered a mass of marble in Leytonstone, East London. The second part of a day trip which had firstly taken us to Chingford Mount (a forthcoming post), we decided to explore this vast, crowded expanse of weathered, wonky crosses and angels. St Patrick’s Catholic Cemetery opened […]Read More Amongst the Stones of Leytonstone
by Sheldon Ticket alert! In two weeks time we’ll be kicking off our touring schedule for 2016 with our highly popular tour of Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park! Opened as the last of the ‘Magnificent Seven’ Cemeteries in 1841; Tower Hamlets wasn’t quite the success its shareholders had hoped for – the rich flocked to West […]Read More Murder, War & Gore: A Trip to the Long-Gone East End
Frederick Lane had not slept well. As the understudy to one of the leading lights of the Victorian acting world, his mind was already fraught with nerves, but the dream he’d endured the night before had shaken him badly. In this dream he had seen: ‘…Mr Terriss, lying in the landing, surrounded by a crowd, […]Read More The Life and Death of William Terriss
It was an October morning 1888 when an Elm Coffin left the City mortuary in Golden Lane. This was no ordinary Coffin: and this could be verified by the thousands of people who lined the route it meandered on its way to the Ilford Cemetery. Not only did they line the route, but they adorned the rooftops […]Read More City of London Cemetery and Crematorium