I had a little tea party this afternoon at three. Twas very small - three quests in all, just I, myself and me. Myself ate all the sandwiches, while I drank all the tea. Twas also I who ate the pie and passed the cake to me.
Rippers alley as we kids called it in the 60s led from Durward Street through to Whitechapel high Road. We ran through it scared of being caught by Jack, even though the murders were eighty years earlier.