He was hiding out under the bridge at Dalton Piercy for a while. I was playing out as s kid with some mates when he jumped out from some trees and proceeded to demonstrate how he could kill me with a stick.

Just thought he was an 'effing wierdo till I read about the manhunt and capture.
Didn't the press label him as the fox or something.

The press sensationalised Arthur naming him the fox,saying he was a black belt in judo and had self survival skills was a load of rubbish. He had been on the run and typical Manor lad came back to the Brierton quarry area to hide out.

There was a murder committed in a house near the chippie at the Raby Rd end of Chatham Rd but I cannot remember the details. Must be over 50 years ago.

I once knew a man named Richard Money who was verbally murdered in a chippie, about a year or so ago.

There was a girl I went to school with called Beverley Robinson who was murdered in Middlesbrough. Her career choice brought her into close contact with a range of unknown people, one of which topped her.

Every Karaoke since the dawn of time features someone verbally murdering songs that, to be fair, probably deserve murdering.

There was a girl Susan Dale, can't remember her married name, she was murdered in the 80s by her husband and dumped in coal shed
They lived off Oxford Street

If someone is considering a murder, can I nominate that obnoxious beardy, hippy, self promoting utter 'lovely lovely person', Richard F Branson.

He’s currently getting grief over his airline staff not getting paid but I think it goes much deeper than that. I think he’s a loathsome reptile who rips off any opportunity be it state, business or individual.

As for the twats spaceships. This is the twat who brought you burning balloon flights and sinking boats crossing the Atlantic. You’d have to be a special kind of stupid to entrust you life to his space flights.

So to count as a Hartlepool murderer, the killer would have to either entice Branson to Hartlepool and do him in or else he would have to be a Hartlepudlian enticed to go out and stiff him. Not sure which would be your cheaper option.
How much do you have available and has he scheduled a trip to Spain?

Any option would work for me. I’ve got £15 and a box of kippers in hand for anyone who can take up the challenge. A successful murder would also receive a twin pack of quilted toilet paper.

Now he’s been bailed out, can we get an equity share in his company, or is that me being a silly socialist sausage?

That you refer to it as "my office" where you get drunk and scream at folk suggests that you run your own business.

In the unlikely event that you are ever fortunate enough to have someone as talented as me working for you, and you were to ever get drunk and scream at me, then you would get the fuck punched out of you.

99.9% of people have to endure shite like you as a boss, but I'm so good at what I do that I don't have to put up with shit like that.

In fact, I would be happy to come over to France at my own expense to chin you on behalf of all your down-trodden workers.

Just give me your business address, you nasty bullying bastard...

Wow, talk about extrapolation.

Stephanie Doorman.
But I thought she was killed by an ex-boyfriend.

No you wouldn't because it's on lockdown.

I think the likes of Branson and today Brittania Hotels have a big problem coming down the tracks. Once this is over people will remember.

2 completely different murders Stephanie was a few years after and yes was killed by her boyfriend

Not a conventional murder but I was learning about hamsters the other day and remembered a decade or so ago some bloke putting one in the microwave, turns out he was actually from Hartlepool! No wonder the media have shat on us for the past decade! https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-tees-11389598

A bit late. I meant to reply to this earlier, but I've been incapacitated - nothing serious
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Words create different images in our minds. The picture I saw in my mind was M. Toulouse, pissed and frustrated in his office, no-one else there, throwing a radgie at himself. From what we've read from M. Toulouse in the past, I couldn't see him screaming at anyone else.
Certainly the person I swear at most is myself, usually in frustration at something I've cocked up.