.Her anxieties about pregnancy, had been filled with apprehensions about the death of her newborn children, the death of a child in infancy was not a surprise to anyone “We have our children taken from us,” her mother cried out, “the Desire of our Eyes taken away with a stroke.”

All though her life she had known the dangers, she just had to attempt something new. Who it was who had told her about Anne, I’m not sure, but as soon as she arrived she knew that a bond would be formed, Anne just oozed confidence,

“You do look well Mary.”
“What ever, it is Boy or Girl you are going to require a large cot” the smile followed by a haughty laugh, removed the stress that Mary was feeling.

Anne was an experienced Irish DOULA, from the city, and had been recommended, to help through her childbirth it was at these time’s women require reassurance, they also support both physical emotional, even spiritual, the type of insight only a women who has been through the experience can provide. In her late 60s she spoke in a very confident tone, as if nothing would cause her alarm.
Events during childbirth can be scary at the best of times, and the confidence from calm, experienced women who had seen 100s of births, and would understand what to do, in dangerous circumstance. Was just what Mary required. For Mary who all her life had believed that what ever happened was Gods will in this case nothing would change other than the fact that the almighty would receive a little assistance. From Anne.

From the moment the contractions commenced, Anne and Mary were a team, even the terrible pain, that mother was enduring, seemed much less. Than previously.

Women were assisted in childbirth in the late 19th century by family friends, or close relations, in Mary’s case it had always been her own mother, her practical experience in delivering children. Was seen as perfect,
But as her mother had died, Mary looked for another, to help. it was when her husband was told about, this Irish women, who had hands like the real Mary Magdalene, when his wife had lost 4 of her children in the last few days of her pregnancy, still born, when speaking to his vet, he was told about this Irish Doula, who worked at Donnington, and Ashby, his wife required assistance after all it was believed that she had delivered 650 children with only four recorded fatalities.
Her ability was highly valued. And although it was seen by some as a curse actually having to pay for her service, before hand, other than a small gift afterwards,

Husband Thomas, had been told about this community, who had attracted an experienced midwife (Doula) by offering a salary plus a house rent-free. And after meeting her, she had agreed to become there private midwife.

Thomas was so desperate for his wife he would do anything to help her with what was her last attempt, Anne must have felt sorry for Mary, because she agreed to travel the long distance by coach, This was to be the first time that Anne had left Ashby, since arriving there from Dublin. 10 years before. Although, she was fully booked to provide, her much sort after service. The village elders would be less than pleased if they had known. That she was in breech of her contract.
Thomas had collected, Anne for this private session, of 3 days,

After a 6 hour delivery, with Mary appearing to be in a trance, historians have come to the conclusion that she was some sort of hypnotist, what ever she did, Mary was out of pain, and the outcome was an astonishing response. Although we have to take this on trust for no one was allowed in the room, and Mary herself remembered nothing.
“Mary I can announce that you are the mother of not one healthy child but two. Beautiful Twin. Boys.”
By the time both of the children, had been cleaned Mary realized how lucky she was no one who she had known, could have handled the birth so well. in fact it made her sad when she thought, how unfortunate it had been for her previous still born, all 4 Girls, and she questioned if they could have also have survived, if they had been delivered by Anne.

It was the Irish nurse, with a matter of fact announcement.
“You should call these two Lads, Chalk and Cheese, for they are completely different in every way.
The first born had been recorded as 6 lb 10oz, an hour later his brother had been delivered weighing in at an enormous, 11 lb, the reason for the knick names was there complete difference, in looks and size, the first born was freckled with what would be ginger, hair, were his brother was darker in complexion, with black hair and dark brown eyes.
The children were seen as a gift, from God with just a little assistance from Anne,
During there formative years, they were both athletic, running jumping, what ever they were asked to attempt they succeeded. Charlie never made up the difference, in height, although he became very stocky, and a much stronger individual. Were as Chester was tall and thin, with hands like a girl.

The one thing that was clear from the start was that Charlie was to be his mothers favourite it may have been that he was the first born and as soon as he was placed in Mary’s arms, there was that extra bond that remained between mother and son, all his life. I am not saying that she did not love Chester as much, that would be a false statement, but as far as protection was concerned, there was never one day that went by without Mary calling out, to Chester.

“Keep your eyes on Charlie, watch what Charlie is doing, don’t let Charlie, climb that tree, or swim in that pool”. When they were in there teens it was there occupation’s that Mary seemed to attaché most importance. But even then, it was Charlie, who became the most important. In the eyes of both parents, as for Chester it was less important.

Even Thomas agreed that the boys should be given a much better opportunity than he had, trying to provide, for even this small family, from the proceeds of a small holding less than 50 acres, if it wasn’t, for extra work, he had to do, in other farms they would have starved. But at least they had good educations, and had thrived, Mary was adamant that there would be no late nights and early mornings as farmers, it would never be good enough for her two boys. She wanted them to follow her own father in a large City, perhaps in stock broking.

Although Mary was a staunch Catholic even she was surprised when Chester indicated that he wished to attend a religious school with a view to perhaps becoming a Catholic As for Charlie, he was an exceptional boy, head lad at King Edwards; everyone thought the world was his oyster. His Maths and English were so good that he was offered a place at the school itself, as a teacher, but inwardly he wanted to see the world. Before he settled down, that was before he met and fell in love, much to his mother’s disgust.

In 1914 with the boys now 18 they had left school and both had taken up apprentices, but there were a further shock, when Charles indicated that he wished to join the Cold stream Guards, Mary was distraught, even though it was believed that the start of WW1 would be over before Christmas, she was petrified that he would be injured or worse still killed. as for Chester, it was in complete reversal to his brother, for he was a firm believer in contentious objection, nothing should be killed, in fact he would tell anyone he spoke to that he was against all wars, to kill another human being, was contrary to his firm beliefs. And he spent hours explaining his belief to soldier boy Charles.
By the end of the year, both sons would be called on to test there interest, and followings, Charles was first joining the Cold stream Charles did his square bashing at Aldershot, with the 4th (Guards) Brigade, 2nd Division so when war broke out in August 1914. He just missed any involvement,
The early part of 1915s, however he was soon in the thick of the battles, With his mother distraught blaming Chester for failing to keep his word of brother protection, so in January 1915, Chester also joined, the Coldstream Guards, but demanding that it would not involve fighting, if he couldn’t be a religious, help then there were many options, from the rear, perhaps as a cook, not that his Commanding Officer took a great deal of notice, what he did see was a very tall and therefore strong man of over 6ft 4 inch, if he wasn’t going to shoot a gun, then he would be trained as to pick up the pieces, as a Stretcher Bearer, so he could be shot at, but never held a gun himself.
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Although, Chester still held his firm anti killing opinions, he loved his mother so much, that he trained to be a driver of ambulances, and after showing much bravery, he was placed in charge of a 4 man, Stretcher Team. In France.

He had seen his brother Charles on a few occasions, and it was clear to him that Charles had changed, before he had gone over sea’s he had moved in with his girl friend, who was pregnant, soon to be a mother, this had changed, Charles outlook. In his eyes it was the protection of his family that was uppermost in his mind, he had entered the war wishing to see the world he was now gaunt, as if he had been to Hell and survived. And this only after 6 months.
On one of the occasions, the brothers had met, it was Charles who requested, that Chester would take care of some papers that he wanted his mother and young girl friend to receive if he was killed.
In April 22: Poison Gas was first used on the Western Front, in a German attack on Canadian troops at Despite the German plans to maintain the stalemate with the French and British, German commanders planned an offensive at the Belgian town of Ypres, which the British had first defended in November 1914. This Second Battle of Ypres was intended to divert attention from offensives in the Eastern Front while disrupting Franco-British planning and to test a new weapon: the second mass use of chemical weapons.
Charlie had been very lucky to miss an incident were Gas was delivered, only for the wind to change, gassing the British in turn.

It was here that the two boys were split up with Charles in the thick of the fighting, and Chester at the back picking up the injured. As a stretcher bearer. After the battles had died out.

There was nothing that could have trained Chester for what he was about to see, and administer, with his 4 men team, there duty was to wait until there was a lull in the relative battles before going into no mans land. To pick up. The injured, the dead were left behind, some berried, only a few feet under ground, the weather so bad that many drowned in the mud,
As for fairness there was no guarantee that a Red cross on a soldiers arm would stop them being attacked also.

Unlike the other three in Chester’s team, he wanted to spend a little time with the dying, administering a few words of comfort. However this was holding the team up from carrying out there prime duty of getting minor injured back to base to be patched up. on three occasions, there had been complains lodged with his Commanding Officer, Chester was told what his duty was, help those injured, but could fight again, if they were badly injured, and would not survive, to cover them up, and move on, there was no time for anything other than a glance the rules were explicit, if it was there opinion that a soldier was unlikely to survive, they had to be left to there own devices, after all every soldier had there own survival kit.
After a week, of seeing things only the devil could create, he was contemplating, deserting or perhaps killing himself.

As Chester’s team, approached a large shell hole there were a dozen soldiers who had been blown apart, whilst hiding from a previous attack. After a hurried examination it clear in there minds that they were all dead. All of them were dead, as Chester carried out a prayer for the deceased. He heard a whisper that appeared to come from below the bodies.

As his three comrades, moved on, with a firm demand, there was a sound that Chester could never miss it was a cry “Chester”
Dashing back to the Hole, Chester could see an arm, gently moving from one of the seriously injured soldier, God it is Charles he cried.

Moving one of the dead bodies away, there was Charles, seriously injured but still alive. Seeing the injury, it was clear that his brother was dyeing.
Chester administer a morphine injection to relieve the pain even though his comrades, where shouting for him to come away. And retreat.
Chester was having none of it, by now he had examined his brother, and couldnt see he had lost his right leg, as high as his hip. Charles had managed to place a tourniquet to stem the bleeding but it had only been a slight, help. There was blood every were,
There was also a bullet that had passed through his chest even Chester realized that he had only a short amount of time before he would die.
Still Chester refused to budge, kissing his brother gently on his cheek, talking about there mother, father, and there home, Chester wanted to say all the things that he had failed to discuss in the past.
How much he loved his brother,
The most vehement of the group. Demanded that they retreat back to camp. If not Cheater would be reported for deserting his post. And refusing to take an order, after all there was a sergeant, in charge, and Chester was bound to do what he was told.
Still he refused to budge, still rocking his brother, ignoring every thing around, his own team and the bullets from the German infantry.

After a lull in the battle, Chester looked around he was on his own, his brother had minutes left,
“Chester if you look in my pocket you will see letters to mother and Ivy the mother of my little girl. Charlotte.

“She will need help and if you survive this Hell. Will you promise that you will take her under your wing, and also offer Ivy some advice, for they will both require it?
As for mother please tell her that I am sorry, to leave her without telling her of my love and affection.”

“And you chez, no one could have had such a loving brother, I can only hope that your God, can explain, how he had allowed this to take place.”
With that, Charles was no more. Having died, a terrible death,
Already Chester had began to doubt his religious, thoughts, even before he had watched his brother die, he had now decided that his belief, would require a revisit.

Still Chester refused to move, in fact staying a further hour, and having berried his brother 8 ft under ground, but not before sketching out a rough diagram, of the area and was the grave could be found, in future.

Back at the guards camp. Already a team were out looking for Chester for he had been marked as a deserter, and therefore under arrest.
When he was found still in no mans land administering some affection to other seriously injured, soldiers, doing what he could in there last minutes.

Your under arrest, Soldier, came from a regimental. Policemen,
Chester roared in disgust,
It took over 4 men to physically restrain Chester and take him back to the camp and the prison that already held a dozen fellow deserters.

Charged with desertion, Chester knew their king and country expected them to fight to the death. Such was the expectation of their military commanders, their political leaders and even their loved ones that there was no question that if mortal danger came, they should face it like men. It was the only way for good to triumph over evil.
Chester was no fool. He did not believe that he had deserted only having carried some loving compation to a family member, moments from his death.

His statement in defence of the charge was written by himself he required none to help. If he was found guilty then so be it, he knew that he would be shot. Chester also knew that many soldiers, were dying of shock, many were driven insane and several simply ran away. Not because they did not wish to fight, they were unable to do so.

But the army could no more afford to carry cowards than it could traitors, and many of those who did flee faced instant retribution with a court martial and death by firing squad.

In the morning there were three such cowards, including Chester, however, it was decided that he should at least be given a chance to answer the charge, for when it was reported that it was his brother who he had had stayed to administer his last, last moments as a roman catholic deserved,

This was a dangerous subject one that his leaders did not with to have aired at this moment.
However someone in the senior service, had come to the conclusion that to shoot him was a very dangerous precedent in the circumstances so Chester was reprieved and sent back to Sheffield suffering with a non diagnosed problem.

The commanding Officer of his unit, was not as bright, as he should have been, A lesser charge, was trumped up. And for over 2 years nothing was heard of the brother, it is believed that a caring Vicar, who was a friend, managed to get him a job, in charge of the hospital morgue,

He had become a changed man a heavy drinker, who would fight, anyone at the drop of a hat, and could he fight, he was also a firm atheist. Actually telling every one who me met, of his new thoughts, having seen first hand, the caring nature of his previous redeemer.

After the war was over, Chester was sent back to his home town, were what had happened to him, had been printed in the local rag, every one was to be told that he had deserted,
Nothing was mentioned about, the reason for protecting his brother but the way he had just missed being shot by less than a hour, seemed to be in the public interest, more than, him being a loving brother, carrying out what he had promised his other. Before he left for France. It was left to the public to come to the conclusion if he had been fortunate, not to be shot as a coward, or not. And sadly every one even his mother came firmly on the side of Kings Regulations.

Even his mother could not forgive him, for him to having survived the war without his brother was sacrilege in her eyes, so although Chester was allowed to stay at the farm for a month or two his mother hardly spoke a word to him…

It was at this time that whilst looking through some of his equipment he found the letters that Charlie had given him to be delivered, if he managed to survive, the war.

This was the time that Chester decided to run away again, leaving the notes in a large envelope, along with his own letter to his parents explaining what had happened, and not what the news papers had printed.

On the way back to the city centre of Birmingham Chester dropped in to see Ivy Charles Girl friend,
Chester was distraught to see the poverty that she and a very young little girl were living in, it was the back room, of her parents, home that in its self was a slum,
Ivy fortunately was a labourer in a factory, the wages just enough to stop the pair, visiting the poor house,
As Chester had a few £s that he had saved, from his period in Sheffield, he gave it all to his sister in law, (Not quite correct) and walked the 25 miles to the Birmingham City Centre, were no one knew him or his history.

After all the War was over, there was work about, one of the first places he saw was a Billiards Hall in new street, it was full of players, and for coppers, you could take a table, to play on there were also many people prepared to play with a stranger certainly if there was a bet, or gamble involved.
What many did not realize was that there had been a billiards table in the Sheffield Infirmary, and after 2 years Chester had become a very good player.

After watching a few games, Chester was befriended by a local. From Bordsley Small Heath, a gypsy like person, with a softly spoken voice,
After a few games he told Chester that he was prepared to support him, in a few games against, others, but Chester would have to lose a few games to get him a handicap.

One thing that Chester had not become accustomed to was Gambling for anything other than coppers, in the next few weeks, this man called William Kimber, was to become his backer, telling him when to play to win and when to lose…

Although Chester spent the first two weeks sleeping under one of the tables it wasn’t long before, he had his own flat, only a few doors from the Hall.

A further bit of advice that Mr Kimberly gave to Chester was how to control his drinking habit, one that would clearly affect his gambling success.

Kimber was more than a backer of Billiards stars, he was in fact the leader of Birmingham’s racecourse Gang known as the Brummies, and they controlled almost every racecourse in the country,
What they were other than organised criminals, they were a team of extortionists, charging racecourse Bookmakers a fee, to be allowed to operate.

Horseracing and greyhound racing as well as trotting and Pony racing was thriving, racecourses were full of those looking for a gambling experience. With Gambling banned, in the high streets, only those with a credit account or those prepared to visit a track could take part.

One night at the Billiard Hall, Chester was playing a game for the most amazing stake of £200… The best of 5 games,

Although Chester was by far, the better player, he was instructed to lose the first two games, and win the next three, the overall gambling that took place on this game was enormous with over a hundred, watching, as well as supporting there selection..

The amount of interest that was generated, gave many confidence to support jack Wilde, Chester’s opponent.
When the betting was 1/10. Wilde, only Kimber was betting on Chester, and must have had a massive liability. If Wilde won.

In the thirst game, a team of hooligans known as the Loonies, began, supporting Wilde, having taken an opinion that he was a certainty,

When Chester won the third game, and the forth, making it 2 each, on of the leaders in the Loonies, realized he had been duped during the last game he jumped on the table and urinated all over the green baize, kicking the balls off the table.

A fully fledge battle took place, between Kimbers supporters, the Brummies and the Loonies. Knives and razors, were every were, at one time over 50 villains were fighting toe to toe.
The green of the table was red with the amount of blood. And guts.

Kimber himself personally had remained, aloof from the battle leaving it to his minders, all of them ex boxers, and although they were out numbered, there was a lull in proceedings, were Kimber, and an Irish man called McCoy, called a truce.

The Irish man was content to call all bets off, and even though it was still 2 games each, there was an opinion, that Chester was only slightly favourite.

Kimber as brave as a lion, stood as tall as his 5ft 5 inch allowed, and gave his opinion that the game should continue with all bets to stand.

It took 30 minutes to clear the table and continue with the final game, Chester knew what was required, only moving to there front, when the score was 95, best to 100.
It was then that fair minded gamblers would believe that it was a very fair and open game,
But still McCoy knew they had been conned, for Chester was a much more superior player.

As the last point was gained with Chester the Winner, The Irishman drew out of his pocket, a knife two feet long, at the same time to very big, and villains, held the arms of Kimber in a lock.

Every one moved away from the table scarred stiff what was about to take place, only Kimber seemed calm. And it was he who had his life, in balance.

At that moment, only the two players were within striking distance,

At this moment Wilde the losing player, began to rant and rave, telling every one what he was about to do. Pointing to his apponent, who hadnt said a word, telling him, that he would be first.

In the next few seconds, there was an incident that was still being discussed on all British racecourses, for the next 50 years.

Chester, must have seen blood, for with one blow he struck, Wilde, between his eyes, knocking him out, the two blows of his cue, sent the two Loonies, including McCoy, to the floor ending what could have been a serious battle.

No one had been accounting for Chester, as part of the fight, and every one was taken by shock.
Even Kimber, who was tantamount to a British equivalent to a mafia Leader. Was stunned.

The next day, Kimber was to make Chester an offer that would in the next 2 years make him a wealthy man, for he would become, the leading player, in British racecourse extortion. Nothing heavy, for all of the British Bookmakers knew the agreement, and how much they had to pay every day for there protection. This was with the changes there were about to take place with the arrival of a 6 unit Italian Family. known as the Sabine’s, one that would tilt, the whole of British Horseracing as well as a slice of Greyhound and trotting events, into the hands of organised crime for 5 years, this battle took place everywhere from Cardiff, Bath, Epsom, and Brighton as well as many Trots and Pony racing, even Wands worth, greyhound stadium produce a stabbing over a Bookmaker pitch. All brought to every ones attention with the making of the film Brighton Rock. But it was the government that demanded a call for order, when it was indicated that there would be a Tote monopoly if these racecourse battles failed to be brought to a halt. It was then, that Bookmakers and there supporters, saw the light, but it would take many more lives and prisons full of those desperate to take over horseracing.
It would be the formation of a Bookmakers trade association, and affiliate groups all over Britain, before order was commenced.

Chapter Two.

A Battle Royal.

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After one of the Blackmans stints, Henry Solomon, noticed he had perfected a full comedy act.
And made him an offer to be his agent and partner,
The first thing he thought Peter required was regular style he discussed many before coming up with a soldiers uniform, from the South African Wars,
The one that they both liked best was that of an Officer in the Guards, Peter being smitten with the White Pith Helmets. that caught there eye,
With money collected from the many venue’s Peter was operating at.
They purchased a second hand, uniform, of a Colonel. in the Guards,
Not only the Pith, but a red tunic, blue britches and silver spurs, and as many medals as a large man’s chest could contain.

Within a short time, Peter was reciting poems, from the front, singing popular ditties made famous over time, but still contained the rude element of the local scourer’s. accent.
Working 5 days a week, not only in the many dives, spread about the county but he made a compete break through when Henry decided on a new script it came about owing to the popularity of Horse racing in Liverpool area.

Henry was also an agent for the most popular Hotel in Liverpool. The Adelphe was the haunt for all lover of National Hunt sports, the 2 weeks before the yearly Grand National. was a typical event were every bedroom room was taken, mostly by the Illegal Bookmaking element operating in England, they would set up the same as a London Coffee House with the walls covered with lists of the forthcoming event. and all the prices available.

Henry saw a great opening for Peter by acting as a TIPSTER. there were racecourse tipsters, already in competition but non like a black, Colonel. with so called friends, in every royal household in the country.

Peters act, as a retired officer and gentleman, was hilarious, if not a little outrageous. but somehow the spurs and britches gave the impression of a National Hunt Amateur Rider, and possible owner, could it be that the Tipster was inspired and would have his eyes and ears, in all the leading stables.

He would claim to be the son of Queen Victoria, and a relationship of hers with the Zulu King Cashways.
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No one knew that the South African King opposed to Britain’s imperialism, would soon be in a terrible war. ,
Being a mixture of Irish and Liverpudlians, They just loved the Anti Royal sentiment.
But the main part was that black tipster was some how produced as a race horse owner, who knew all the winners, Peter had become a specialist Tipster,
There was a slight problem that wasn’t of concern, on the stage, but was to be a disaster in a few years time Peter was Illiterate, and could only sign his name with a large X. he required Henry to make out all the betting slips with the names of there selections and any witty comments.
The two weeks prior to the 1869 Grand National. Peter worked every night solid, tipping The Lamb. As pure white horse, that he would claim that Victoria had sent him direct, to run in the race, the amount of information of jockeys and trainers, made any comment by Peter acceptable.

The amount of cash they were earning was spectacular, when The Lamb won at 9/1 having been 25/1 weeks before. the big race, there were hundreds, who had followed his lead, and were now happy to continue following what ever he tipped them, all the year round.
He even befriended, those who were actually part of the industry, so improving his knowledge.
That night at the Alephie was exceptional. with the floor flooded with beer,

It was this moment when an observer would have noticed that Peter had two very dangerous, habits one was to drink himself paralytic every night after his act was completed, but he also spent every penny he had, buying drinks for every one rich or poor,, he was not going to last very long at this rate.

Within 12 months the end could be seen, every night Peter would fall asleep, drunk, sometimes on the floor of the stage, others outside the last of his venue, in the gutter.
This was when; the love of his Scouser clients, began to wane,
Many mornings, market workers, would see The Black Tipster fast asleep, next to his head, was the PITH Helmet propped up like a Gazunder (Toilet) full of urine, certainly not his own.
There would be vomit, all over his tunic and britches. With the spurs missing,
The medals of some value had been sold by Henry well before this time.

After many arguments, about these loss’s Peter expected new uniforms, to be produced the next day.But the money had run out,

It was when a sober Peter realized that Henry had been taking more than the 50% partnership. In fact a further 25%.

Hardly speaking to each other, Peter was expected to dress himself, but with no cash, the dress became laughable, a Pith hat was now green, coated with fungus, the riding boots, were odd wellingtons, cut short, and on the chest of a canvas Mack were 5 silver coloured tin can lids.
It was amazing that people still purchased his tips, but not so many, and the laughter that followed his act, was now, cynical.

On the forthcoming National Event 1870, Peter decided that the very successful partnership from the past must come to an end,

Calling Henry to his side telling him that this would be the last of there partnership, after the 1870 race they would go there own ways,

In hindsight this was a disastrous decision.
As Peter worked the Liverpool crowd there were still clients, who had remembered the last year’s winner,

As the horses were going down to the start, Henry began to distribute the slips, placed in white envelopes, Peter had told Henry which horse he was going to select, and it was up to Henry to create the information on a slip and entered into a envelope, the horse was to be “The Colonel.”
In the past Henry had entered a clever witty comment, alongside the Horses name, but as Peter could not read or write, he left that to his partner..

Within a short time there were over 100 of Peters old clients in a steady circle, paying for the tips, various amounts, based on how much Henry thought they could afford.

Even Peter did not see what was coming, and was to drunk, to duck from a heavy blow across his head, within seconds there was a riot, with the Black Tipster, pole axed on the floor, only 3 policemen, with riot gear, and long wooden staffs, saved his life,

Back inside the Temporarily Built Police Hut on the course it was discovered that Henry had written out, an ungraceful comment, about white men, and there wives, ignoring any selection. it was the last throw of a dissatisfied partner.

After a period in the City station Peter was let go with no prosecution although there were over a 100 race goers seeking his blood

The Black Tipster was no more when “The Colonel”. Strolled home an easy 4 length winner it made no difference, only Henry had backed the selection, no one else had been informed.

It was 6 months before anything further was known of Peter, the Tipster, when the body of a tall black man, covered in leaves and twigs, was discovered alongside the wall of the Liverpool Lunatic Asylum how long he had been there no one seemed to know.

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Peter McKay in 1881 was originally from an island called St Croix, part of the US Virgin Islands in the West Indies. He arrived in Britain in 1902 and after a year of mostly menial work he managed to join the chorus of the first all-black West End musical show called In Dahomey.
With very little evidence in print of who was the original Black Tipster, Prince Monolulu will have to go down in history as the real McKay. but we no difference.

It was his timing that made Peter McKay so famous.
Horseracing during the 2 WWs was promoted, through Film, with all the big races, The Derby, Grand National and Royal Ascot, shown on the Pathie News so that every film watcher would also see, the big Sporting Events, there in the middle of the action was Prince Monolulu. In his royal robes of a Royal, just like Our Black Scous, This Prince also had a great personality, who would call over to the Duke of Windsor, in such a friendly terms that all the race goers believed that they must have been friends,

Reminding the Duke that he hoped the 6 penny special had been delivered on time to Buckingham Palace.
The crowd roared with laughter. Just like they did 50 years before.

Two things gave him the impetus the first was when he tipped the 1920 Grand National Winner Spoin Kop at 14/1. Clearly heard on the news bulletin, that publicity was worth a fortune, to the new Black Tipster.
And for it to be seen on the news was worth its weight in gold.

Dorothy Paget, the £millionaire daughter of a Lord Queensborough, literally hated him and would miss some of the bread and butter meetings, even if she had a runner, if she had been informed that the Black Prince was there tipping.
He had the habit of calling her My Love, and as she was very Butch, she would have knocked him out there and then, if she had had here way,

The Aga Khan, hated him even more so, when The Prince Monolulu virtually inferred that they were cousins. the joke didn’t go down very well. but his son, Prince Ali Solomone Aga Khan, known as Aly Khan husband of actress Rita Hayworth. would spend ages discussing, the days racing, once again improving the Tipsters, following,
Horseracing and its popularity had taken off, big time some of the crowds were enormous, but for an hour before the first race, every one wanted to watch the “Princes Act”

His “Ive Got a Horse” became world famous, and made Prince Monolulu an Icon in his own time, very few punters had an opinion of there own, and what better than a tip from a Royal. There were all sorts of confidence tricksters on the British racecourses, who sought out any mug they could find, and non better at conning the public was The Bogus prince.
I am ready to believe that Peter McCoy copied The Liverpool Tipster, from something he had heard. There act was to close, not to be a resemblance created not by chance, but by history.
They both dressed in a similar pattern creating a royal persona, both had amazing personalities, who would speak and converse with any one even the Kings, of England. Both started off with an amazing lucky streak tipping the winners of the biggest race of the year, and at enormous prices,
Both finished up destitute, with there costumes smelling of urine.

Very few knew what a rouge Peter Mcoy was he was, married 4 times, he would be invited, too many dinner parties of the rich and famous.
It was when he was invited to an after show, dinner, for the Royal Household,
One of the royal wives, who will remain anonymous, had fallen in love with him not because of his winners or royal blood but of the talk amongst film starlets, and going the rounds, that his manhood was larger than Errol Flynn.
When he arrived at the Savoy, with an invitation, his new Royal friends, the doorman refused to let him in, for he was in top hat and tails, and not the silk robes and feathers of the Prince Monolulu.

It was fate that they should both die, in similar circumstance, winning and losing fortunes in there time, only to end up destitute.

So once again I will give my humble opinion that every success story. Creates a copy cat, years later that will succeed and then die out, again.
So if you are on Job Seekers Allowance. change you name, and be unique,

Cubone.

What a coincident THE END.

That is why it is so much better if you have a bedroom. were you can think alone, and plan your escape from “The Lost Generation” slowly and with much thought.

Take Frank Lee Morris that is a common enough name, so it is no clue, for what he was about to do.to make his great escape. ,http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/52/Frank_Morris.jpg/100px-Frank_Morris.jpg href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/52/Frank_Morris.jpg/100px-Frank_Morris.jpg"> Frank was a little like you, no Clark Gable http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRhoc49k9XvJngpr9rliZE7NnvsiAJwf2o8fhWED4xbb-sfZrGT0Q but then again he did not resemble the Haunch Back.Notradame http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSxx6PcOwa1sjtIhcFLcEXCCEl0gETSYOtdCoYgDZv6fy7xR4DC
Born in Washington in the year 1926, Morris is said to have had an IQ of 133 plus, which is going on some, in the top 3% of the clever fucks globally.just think he was cleverer that Einsteine. but ignore that, take my word you are clever enough. as long as you are not, snorting something up your nose, in that case you are already in the non advisable bracket.
Why then was his bed in Alkatraz, after all he spent most of his early years in foster homes some must have been good, and you would think, he was being looked after. at some time.
But obviously not, for he was locked up with the very worse type of American criminal, and for 12 months he planned the cleverest escape in the history, of Criminology. when he cracked open his bedroom, (Cell) taking part in the “Escape from Alcatraz and was never seen again
The FBI, were never going to admit his success, claiming that he drowned in the San Francisco Bay. but let us believe that he finished in a multi million dollar, penthouse with some retired pent house babe.

So although I do not wish to be to melodramatic, your situation, in the United Kingdom sica 2011, can not be as bad as Franks.

Nothing is easy. if you are aged between 18 and 24, you fall into the right type that I am looking for, although, it don’t matter much if you are 75.as long as you have the will.
For being in a Lost Generation, is a terrible place to be,

I believe that if you look hard enough, you will realize that all clever moves throughout time, are reenacted again and again over generations, only the way they are carried out change.
Take Sir Francis Drake, he was nothing but a villan. an English sea captain, privateer, navigator, slaver, and politician, how low can you get Elizabeth I of England awarded him a knighthood for going out and finding things that others wanted, and he got most of them for very little cost.
So that the first clue go out and circumvent the globe even if it is on some
clapped out ship.
You know there is a market for what ever you bring back home as long as it cost nothing. or very little
When people like Drake, raped continents, of there wealth, for his Queen, they were stolen, but things have changed and those places like Brazil and China now want there treasures back.

So why not be a little drake, for one day you may become a Duck.

Let us look at China, if you spend all your lost time, looking at old Chiness pots and pans, for instance you could became a Kevin Page who opened his first antiques gallery in Camden Passage, London UK, in 1968 and for almost 40 years has been supplying the finest Japanese Antiques, Chinese Antiques, Chinese porcelain and Japanese meiji art to dealers, decorators and collectors worldwide. you will find if you Google hard enough, how copies of the real thing are produced, once you know you will find what you are looking for, if you are living at home with no expense only the love of a mom and dad, to pay for, and you cant get that much cheaper than a Hug and Kiss.
I have not forgotten Frank who obviously did not have that parental affection. so you will have to work that much harder.

But here comes the crunch, 99% of these Japanese and Chinese Antiques, are not what they seem, they may be made in the far east, but last week.
In fact the Antique game is is the crookedest game in history.
But don’t forget we in Europe stole it from them, in the first place and they want the real m’coy back, in exchange for copy’s.
That’s fair enough, so what am I saying, well you must learn another language Chinese and Japanese’s for starters, but there is something that can be taught, and is most crucial. it is a friendly personality.

Without going back as far as 1500s to find a copy cat, who followed on, from disaster no mate,s to glorious success,

In 1850s a Human Being ex Slave, now finds himself a Job Seeker without any alliances, for he was Black, hated outside, and couldn’t afford a bedroom, inside.
Safe and sound in some South African hut, may have been an option, but Peter was a trier, at 6ft 4 inch, you would have thought he could take care of himself, and perhaps he could but a bow and arrow against a gun was never an equal opportunity.

What was he to do, after the Slave Abolikshment England passed laws to make it impossible to get real work.
Sitting in his little slum he weighed up his options, if he couldn’t work and was forever being attacked physically or racially

He smiled there was only one option.
Make people laugh,
If he was Black, and that colour was the tool that Scousers, in and arround Liverpool Docks, used to hurt, why not become a Black Scouser,
The accent was eisier than you may think. any one can tell a Liverpudlian Joke some better than others.

He walked into his first Pub, in 1862 and expecting to be thrown out, he shouted “Why wasn’t Jesus born in Liverpool? and as two dockers began to put on there angry faces.
Peter smiled and said
Couldn’t find 3 wise men and a virgin.

The rour rocked the bar, sending drinks every were.
Followed by Laughter, then with Peter getting ready for a clack over the head. it was followed by Pats on the back..
Before long people who had very little money themselves, were buying him drinks.

Chapter 2. That’s Entertainment.

The American Invasion, (Doping) in 1900 held the industry to ransom. They had to be sent packing back to the states, just because the Jockey Club knew they were villains, even though they couldn’t prove it.
But things stick in your memory and although now that I am a Racing Historian, of a sort, after many such tales it is no wonder that mid week, there are only a half dozen computer pluckers.in the betting rings, and even when I attend the High Street shops, I am amazed to watch the English gamblers, placing there bets on reality racing, but why should I be amazed for I have never seen a horse run out, having taken the wrong course, at one of these make believe meetings.
Every year something happens, that weakens, the public interest, in this great sport, even the British Totelizator that was seen by many as the savoir of the Sport, when it was first created in 1927. it was a licence to print fortunes, when a team of price watchers, working for the Tote, would make notes in the rings, watching and comparing the Starting Prices, so that the Tote return could be comparable, when a short priced favorite won, the Tote price would be slightly less, but when a big price winner won the race sometimes not even been backed. they would pool the extra profit pocketing the difference, as a fighting fund, but that was never proven until the 1970s. Carlisle Cock Up. When the Tote management, were found to be placing bets after the result was known. This realization, didn’t help there cause. Or Lord Astor, in his attempt for a British Tote Monopoly.
However when the 21st century arrived and with it, Computerized Internet Betting the Exchange System, Dominated by Belfair, created a service so transparent, that although a punter could Back to win or back to lose, It was inevitable that all betting transactions would be visual to The BHA, of right.
Bookmakers have until then always kept, there business to themselves, like a doctor, unless of course like Gay Future they were on the wrong end of a beating. and made good use with Lord Wigg, using the British Secret Service to break the coup. blaming it on the IRA.

I feel it was the Warwick Match, where Graham Bradley was accused over an incident in which 4-7 favourite Man Mood pulled up in a two-horse race at Warwick in November 1996. that threw the doors wide open, when The William Hill Management, refused to inform of any bets they had taken, on the race, even though there concourse hedgers. Were running round like scalded cats, backing against Man Mood winning. , it was no surprise when the favourite pulled up. But without transparency, the Police who were called in but did nothing.

In 2004/5 With every one squealing that it was Belfair that had corrupted the sport, it was this firm that had actually opened up there books, and the business of all there customers, before the races took place, betting coups and skulduggery would in a short time be a thing of the past, unless of course you wish to lose your living. And your business.
Other than very stupid fools, like these two, Jockeys, should know by now that the BHA (Son of the Jockey Club) know every bet that is laid through the Exchange system, and act accordingly. It may happen again, when a jockey forgets to weigh in, only to find that many £thousands have been won, in the Belfair in running markets, but being able to spend the loot is a different matter. these Jockeys may well be the last of serious chicanery, but of course, cheating in general will just go on, in its merry way, but not so greedy.
Question, is the villainy any worse now than before, certainly not I would say there is a massive improvement, in the honesty of horse racing but tell that to the Indians, for none of the old racing fans will ever believe me.
A 12 year ban for young jockeys is a cost, that could never have been worth while, and anyone who goes down the same rout again, will be a bigger fool, than these two. nuptials.
For those who will not believe my opinion as to the amount of cheating during the relevant periods, I will end with a story from the past, as it was the organizer of the conspiracy himself, who wrote the evidence, in his memoirs, “Sixty Years on the Turf, a Bookmaker of great repute,” George Hodge man” was involved and didn’t appear to worry about telling everyone.
It took place at the now defunct course, called Shrewsbury, between Wolverhampton and Chester, It was the end of the 1862 season in fact when the majority of gamblers reached the last race at Doncaster St Leger meeting, and they were all skint.
As they arrived in the George Hotel three of the National Hunt greats, walked to the bar were, Mr George Angel. And friend of the Jockey Club, A very well respected person, in the game, was seated.
It was George Evade real name Edwards, who started the conversation. A rider of The Lamb one of only two Grey’s to have won the National. Of which this horse won it twice.
“We are in a right state we will be having a right bad Christmas, unless we can get some help.”
In the company with Edwards, was Captain Little. and Captain Tinley all the three were Grand National Hero so, all though Tinley only finished second, whilst crying out to Thomas the winning jockey, “I will give you a grand, If you stop riding”, the other thing they had in common was they were all Cheltenham Boys, (Known for there trickery in betting maters,) all friends of Tom Oliver (3) and George Stevens, (6)
Angel said “leave it to me I will have a word with George Hodge man, the leading Bookmaker not many notches behind, leviathan Davies. Was George.
“George I have been approached by three Cheltenham, swells, they need some help and want to know if we can organise a small handicap. For gentlemen riders, they are all dead broke, and require a hand.”
The main steward John Frail was approached and between them they created a 4 Runner event. To be run on Friday.
The Welter Handicap. of 5 so, with £20 added, for three year olds and upwards, Gentlemen riders jockeys an extra 5 lb, The winner to be sold for 50 sobs,
The race at half a mile.
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It was Frails young son who placed the notice in the window, and as it were 4, o’clock, at the time there was very little chance of any other runners, being declared…
The runners would be Sheerness, Astarte, Zara and Baron,
as the boy was about to take the list down, Hodge man walked away satisfied that the race was organised as required.
A few seconds later a very well known owner, Mr Justice who raced as Mr Priestly, walked past and noticed the sheet, and thought it was an ideal event for his horse Tom Sayers a right rouge. One who had failed miserably?
The young lad was in a predicament and allowed Priestly to enter his runner.
When John Frail Senior came to his office he was very angry,
“Who put this in?”
I did father it was Mr Priestly who stated he had no notion of the race closing and I though it would be all right.
In a pickle Frail ran over to the Hotel. were he met Hodge man again.
George we are in a right mess, Priestly has entered his Tom Sayers.
Whets to be done?
“The horse is a wretched bad one let it in,
Hodgeman was a very shrewd Bookie and knew all the Bookmakers there as well as the Gamblers, and there strengths, he realized that this race would smell as soon as it was known so whatever horse they planned to win with the market would collapse. being lucky if they could win a grand. before it happened.
But Tom Sayers was known by all the Betting Ring as a brute, so why not let him win…the race. he had let Priest man down many times.
On the morning of event Friday, Hodgeman noticed that Mr Priestly was scouting for a rider, and asked the Bookie who he thought would be likely.
In a second the Bookmakers brain was in overdrive.
“Fordham will be the right person, for the job, Priestly, he is bang in form, and is looking for winners”
It was decided that Fordham the Champion jockey almost the equal of Fred Archer, would ride and he accepted.
Carrying a 5 lb extra as a jockey against amateurs.
The card was produced with the race as.
THE WELTER HANDICAP
Tom Sayers, 3 year old. Ridden by G Fordham
Baron aged Palmer.
Zara 4 year old. (Mr Tinley)
Sheerness 3 year old Perry
Astarte 4 year old Mr Edwards.
As the betting commenced, Hodgeman called over Mr Paine a well known agent,
“I want you to get a £1000 on in the next race.
You must be kidding every one in the betting rings, can smell that race.
Yes but what if it is Tom Sayers.that we back. they would all like a bit of Tom for sure.
There was muted laughter, It was agreed that he would take half of the ring with his monkey (£500) and Ten Brock the other half, £500.
As the betting commenced, Tom Sayers owner Mr Priestly who loved a winner, heard the cry of 2/1 the field,
As he reached the paddock he called out to his bookmaker “Whets favourite”
“Yours is,”
“Mine you must be mad.”
He has no chance I will bet 4 ponies (£100 to £25) against him winning. said the Owner.
You have done that Priestly. he had laid his own horse knowing how bad it was. to lose £100.
Within a few minutes the same horse was Evens, with his owner scratching his head. in amazement.
At the post, Mr Edwards. told all the conspirators that Fordham was going to win.
As the flag was dropped,
Tom Sayers dug his heals in being left 50 yards, the other horses off and running with a great deal of strength they were all pulled up and returned back to the start.
With the four riders explaining to the starter, that they felt a little unfair, for Fordham, a 200 a year winning rider.
The second start was fine and at a very slow pace they made there way into the straight.
Fordham was on the rails which he liked best, but still being held up.
It was then that one of the jockeys called out to Fordham “Go on George the race is yours”.
He needed no more telling, and with a crack of the whip and his spurs to good affect his mount was clear.
It was Mr Tinley, who thought that it best to make a race of it,
Telling the other runners, close up; a little but don’t make it to obvious,
At the line with Tom Sayers, trying to stop. he got home by 3/4 of lengths all the other 4 runners in a bunch just behind.
The Welter Handicap produced a profit of £2500 that was divided as
Captain Little £500
Mr Edwards £500
Captain Tinley £500
Barber £250, Mr Dunne £250.
Perry and Palmer £150 between them
the remainder of £350 was divided between Angle and Hodge man,
A conspiracy if ever there was one.
So the jockeys of today may rest assured that they are not the only Jockeys, who have cheated and they won’t be the last.
Cubone..co.uk

When ever looking for the truth find someone who has no axe to grind, in the case of a autobiography of the dead, then wait until you are together in heaven, and ask him to change any errors, from the original.
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In the particular, it is the truth of BARNET ISAAChttp://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTQGZJrTvoaZ-YQAaukW5CqGVB9V3uP2-q0rNjYQIeV9V70njNfkw that I am interested in, for when reading Google; there are many different interpretations of who he was, but most of all what became of him, when he died, at the very young age of
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The only thing we have that we can rely upon is that he was from the Jewish persuasion. Although he admits that unlike his grandfather Rabbi Isaac, he was not practising.

I therefore intend to write the full account of my life, and times, of which I feel you will be interested in.

I was born, Barnet Isaac at 9.15 on the 21st day of February 1853, and not the 5th July, 1853.quoted by some historians,

The poor family that I was born into in Islington, was always protective and loving, my father, traded in second-hand cloths from a small shop. We lived in the small rooms, in the rear, although when a boy I spent time in and around the Whitechapel slums, the many chroniclers, were wrong to claim that as my birth site.

The original name Barnet remained until I 15 year of age following anti-Semitism, it was true that Henry my brother and I decided to give our name and Italian sound, this was ideal. For Henrys, stage shows were we finished up be called the Italian Brothers,
Or the Barnato Brothers. When any stranger would ask, were the name was from, we would claim, half Yiddish and the other half, Italian,

It is true that I gained a small amount of money, begging tickets off, those who left a show at the half time stage, selling them on to clients that only wished to see the second half. From 14 when I left school to 21 I had various jobs, even working as a doorman, in my uncle’s pub.
What was going on in South Africa? Was exiting. But Henry managed to get enough for the trip. A long time before me, although the dream was diamonds, Henrys intention was to entertain, the many diggers, that he had been told were sitting around, with money to burn..
I had been called a little yidd, on many occasions, and will never forget the time that I fought a gang of 4 Irishmen, one at a time; I knocked one out and made the other three split there sides in laughter, with my Jewish-Cockney wit and humour.

People have indicated that only Henry and I left for Africa when in fact there were over 8, who tried there hands at diamond chasing between 1874 and 1880 I had read about the box of Cigars that I took all the way, to Kimberley, that is not true,

I made the initial break through by purchasing stolen stones un-cut, and selling them on at a massive profit, I found a way, of escaping the Kimberly police by having my own, cheap holes, that had dried up. And recording the stolen good, in my inventory,
This allowed me to earn £1500 in the last few months of the year, and became an itinerant buyer of diamonds, my genial personality allowed me the confidence, to grow bigger and bigger, I bought claims in the centre of the Kimberly Mine and prospered so that I was ultimately able to form the Barnato Diamond Mining Company.

At all times, my turnover was enlarged with the stolen stones, The bigger my turnover grew the more claims I purchased but still I became the biggest dealer of diamonds from the many independent mines, but added to this was vast IDB (illicit Diamond Buyer)activity, as diamonds began to flow again, legitimately, the majority of the “Rough” that I purchased was from thieves, in fact, when the industry became a large amalgamation, there records showed that it was impossible to get the amount of diamonds, that slipped through the net down below, 1/3rd to 1/5. I still carried on buying up claims. I also had a great network of curriers taking the stones, to London, were some of my relations were given the job as Diamond brokers.

I will not bore the readers with the deal that I finalised with Cecil Rhodes, other than to say, the many who believed that Rhodes had the best of the deal. I will happily. Divulge that the majority of my, claims were massively over valued.

The stage was now set for a titanic battle for the remainder of the Kimberly Central’s issued capital. Both Rhodes and I bought recklessly, and at a time when the price of diamonds barely covered the cost of production, the company’s shares soared from £14 to £49 within a few months. It still makes me laugh, when I remember that many of the diamonds dug from the Rhodes, mines, found themselves in my stock. This increased the assets that Rhodes was about to purchase.
After the deal, that consisted of a bucket full of diamonds as an inducement, I settled, for £5,338,650 for the assets of Kimberly Central plus becoming a life Governor..

.The larger you get in business the larger the mistakes you will make it was my major error inviting three nephews, Woolf, Jack, and Solomon Joel to join, I intended to rule South Africa the same was as Rhodes intended, the gold

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The Jameson Raid in 1895/96 was a major mistake and proved that I should never have got involved in Kimberley politics,

The greatest find of the 1800s, was actually made, not in the Americas, but in South Africa. This great find revolutionized gold mining for more than a century made South Africa the world’s leading gold producer. The timing of the Joel’s, couldn’t have been better for Solomon, it gave him, the opportunity, of working for me, but buttering his own pockets, by misappropriation of companies books,
His elder brother Woolf on the other hand was loyal so much so that I made Woolf Joel the trusty of the whole Barnato estate, at the time I had a fortune, of over £40,000,000 in stocks, property, and investments, but I had found there was a company Haemorrhage, that if not corrected could bring us all down, much of the misappropriation was criminal.
I had lost a great deal of weight, it was something that I had to handle carefully, for and publicity, could have collapsed the majority of the company trust, and could have led to criminal charges of all the directors, not only Soloman,
During the last half of 1896 I had meetings with my legal team both in Kimberley and London and arranged a company meeting to disown, both Jack and Soloman taking them off the directorship.
Woolf who had been my favourite of the nephews, when I first met them, at there parents pubic house,
But it was an incident when they had just arrived in Kimberley, when I was in my office with Woolf, when there was a police raid, all my books were in order accept three rough uncut diamonds that I had just purchased, off an illicit diamond thief, this was before I had the illegal trading organised,
We were in trouble the charge for Illicit Diamond buying was based upon the size of the haul the three diamonds were made
Up of one very large, diamond, pure white and very expensive, two small diamonds worth no more than £5..http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTXzPuWXzV50a-UC3ePZpBEVSBqf7TR-_-FZJF0BG4aSCfymxwn
I gave the two small stones to Woolf, and without having time to explain what he was required to do the Police broke the door down.
As soon as they came in the room Woolf made a dash for it, being brought down in a sporting tackle when he opened his hands to reveal the rough,
I cried out “I disown you” Never look me in the face again; you know that this is unlawful.”
The police were rather apologetic to me for it was such a small breach of the law,
Woolf was still arrested and had to spend 2 months in the Kimberley jail.
If they had found the large stone I would have got 5 years,
I never forgot, Woolf’s, sacrifice, and increased his shares, and importance in the company, a decision that I never regretted,
Making him a senior trustee in my will.
It was arranged that I would go over to London, to the prearranged share holders meeting followed by the meeting with the company legal advisors, Jack Joel was already in London, Henry was on rout from Holland, Woolf would remain, in charge while we were away.
Solomon, who had been, away for some time, arrived the day before, I sailed, telling me that he had joined me and my family, on the trip to London.
It never occurred to me that he had spent a considerable time, telling many of my friends, and business colleges, that I was going through a very serious health break down, his opinion was that it had been brought about by the Jameson Raid, that I admit was a right cock up. it had never been other than that, my health was fine,
In 1897 I sailed to England with Solomon , my wife and small children, For the majority of the trip I spent with Soloman asking him how he would answer the charges if misappropriation, of the days, we were in company the vast majority of time never once did he admit the skulduggery, that could have sunk, the shares in our stock, leading to a run, on the company profits, it was strange that Solomon kept treating me like me a baby, in arms or a very old man suffering with dementia, one who had to be watched, for his own safety, it never occurred, to me the reasons for this odd behaviour, as we strolled along the side of the Scot, I stopped and gazed out to sea, the next thing I remembered was a loud cry of Help. I was pushed towards, the rail. And with the lifting motion, low down on my legs I toppled over into the sea,
Just before I toppled over the rail. I had time to cry out MURDER. The next thing I remember was hitting the water and going under it was fine and clear, the wind was still strong and the sea rough. Within a few minutes I could see the ship. Disappearing into the distance, for it had been travelling at anything just short of 20 knots, I was finding it difficult to keep a flout, I had never been a great swimmer, but managed to stay afloat doing a dogs paddle. for a while then on my back. Although I was panicking realizing what was about to happen.
I was soon overcome with the amount of water I had consumed; I had time to ask for gods, redemption. Before I slowly, submerged. From sight

The post mortem, was simple I had drowned, although the coroners, report that I had taken my own life, whist temporarily insane’.

The report that was produced some time after involved only two witness’s as to what had occurred.
“Soloman explained that for several months prior to the ships journey, Barney started acting strangely. He became more eccentric, began drinking heavily and suffered bouts of depression. we decided that for his health we would go to England, we all caught SS,Scot, Mr Barnato, his wife Fanny and three children, believing that a sea voyage would do him good. Barney and I was on deck, taking a walk after our lunch. We were deep in conversation, when Barney inexplicably ran to the railing, climbed it and jumped overboard.

The Scott’s fourth officer William Tarrant Clifford distinctly heard someone shout, ‘Murder!’ He turned to see Solly Joel hanging onto Barneys clothes as the man fell overboard. Clifford immediately dived in after Barnato but could not save him. Upon arrival in Madeira the coroner’s report declared ‘death by drowning while temporarily insane’. Barnato’s widow would never accept that her husband had taken his own life.http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFWCsQYKxrxEgwWqIOO59Ed1baKVX6UzY92uFCJ42xdEnm5tQj

9 months later his nephew Woolf was killed by a German extortionist named Von Veltheim, This intriguingly left Solly Joel in command of the Barnato family fortune. Under the terms of Barneys will, after his family had been provided for, the sole survivor of the company took the rest.
Years later, according to historian James Leasor, Barney’s grand daughter Diana discussed Barney’s demise with her cousin Stanhope Joel - Solly’s son, who believed that his father had killed Barney.

Herbert Valentine Falk, Diana’s grandfather had heard rumours of an argument between Solly and Barney before Barney’s death and decided to investigate. He eventually got permission to see the company’s books and found the relevant pages ripped out. After a court case to get access to the rest of the books, Mr Falk discovered that Solly had indeed swindled Barney out of £1 000 000. Which Solly then begrudgingly repaid to the family, with interest.

Alas, the mystery surrounding the death of Barney Barnato aged 47. Remains just that.
But the question interlinked with who murdered, Woolf and Why? Needs to be answered.
For without Woolf, the same two people that Barney was travelling to London to oust, from the Barnato business, Jack and Solly. Joel. Would finish up Billionaires,

When the program starts we see Esther and her daughter walking there Labradors, in the country side there was a reference to there hope of finding some exotic chapter in there past lives, and uncovering the secrets, that her Dad had hidden for so long. .

I like many were sitting on the edge of my seat, when given a name, but dashed when instead of him being Jack the Ripperhttp://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSJGu6PANVXKVCuqona4d6GxRpPakItMJDvmPMxbZ75P0ou8SiLOg
He was an 18 year old, idiot, who shot a servant, accidentally. She then went on to spend the next hour, telling us he was also a bigamist, but even that was untrue. For he never married, his second love. at this stage I was getting ready to switch over to an old 1960s, Carry On Film, we were then let into a real secret, that when he ran away from his British wife, he became a great garden designer in America, perhaps, we were now at last going to be told, this was the Black Sheep,http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRngX_Bo5ah0prJG7pCEihBMNxDBvV4npmLP2PkvofG4b8BnC2u of the Rantzen clan, who bedded, a young women, on a billiard table. They had my attention again, perhaps we were about to be informed of a great gigolo, or the unknown jockey, who was having, it off with Lady Chatterley’ before her real affair. With her very own gardener.
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My detective instinct began to click in, I wished to follow the obvious black sheep that her father, was unprepared to discuss, for who would keep a secret so long, if there had never been one in the first place. I decided to ignore the Levison, line, and to follow, the Isaacs,/Rantzens, of Sarah and Abraham, these appeared much more interesting. Poor as church mice, but there was something about this family, that I had read about in the past, I needed to start hunting my self,
Sarah had two brothers, Henry and Barney, within a few years, of leaving school. They were entertaining the public, as a music hall act, the fact that they changed there name from Isaac, to the Italian, sounding name Barnato, was much more exotic than, a randy gardener,
This is the place I would look, for the Rantzen Murderer, anyone who would change there name in this way had something up there sleeve.

Esther’s grandfather’s birth certificate revealed that his father was Abraham Rantzen, a cap maker. Born in Spitasfield. Also living in a same area were the Isaac’s both in the clothing industry, one Caps the other second hand. Cloths,

So here we go, what was Spitasfield like at the start of the 1800s, this is a very dangerous time, even by Victorian standards, the silk industry had entered a long decline and the old merchant dwellings had degenerated into multi-occupied slums. Spitalfields became a by-word for urban deprivation,
The poor houses all huddled together in close and dark lanes and alleys, presenting at first sight an appearance of non-habitation, so dilapidated are the doors and windows:- in every room of the houses, whole families, parents, children and aged grandfathers swarm together. It was during this period, when the Rantzens, arrived.

By the later 19th century Shorditch had eclipsed rival claimants to the dubious distinction of being the worst criminal rookery of London with common lodging-houses in the Flower and Dean Street area being a focus for the activities of robbers and prostitutes. The latter street was dubbed as being “perhaps the foulest and most dangerous street in the metropolis”. Another claimant to the distinction of being “the worst street in London” was nearby Dorset Street, which was highlighted by the brutal killing and mutilation of a young woman named Mary Kelly in her lodgings here by the serial killer known as Jack the Ripper in the autumn of 1888. This was the climax of a whole series of slayings of local prostitutes that became known as the Whitechapel Murders. If we are looking for a murderer, we should look no further than Spitalsfield.

Let us turn to the Isaacs there were a little class in there past, a Rabbi, and a Master of the Roles, so I can only imagine that Leah, the mother had married down a few steps, when she met Isaac, Isaac, in the second hand cloths, industry, although they did have a shop. A they had a shop. Not the healthiest of occupation, to take in cloths from the destitute or even deceased, for pennies, I can understand why so many new born children failed to reach there 10th birthday.

In some records it is stated that if Isaac Isaac’s, father was a Rabbi. you would think, that the children would be well educated, by the age’s of 14 and 16 .both the boys were scavenging for there own living, unhappy, to help there father with his early morning sorting. This could have been Independence,

There eldest boy Henry was obviously a personality for all he ever wanted to do was go on the stage, and entertain, at first a singer, then an acrobat followed by stand up comedian.
Barney number two son, 2 years younger than Henry, was always seeing opportunities, one thing there father had taught them was to fight, and with a name Isaac, Isaac, that was a good idea, times were very dangerous, anti-Semitism was a every were. .
It was 1863 when Barney, was looking on the floor, out side the Garrick Theatre http://lh4.googleusercontent.com/public/pePEALr9pq1LIr6sXDwckWCbv_rBQGn63EzsNeX4IYivBJ0Z__pGf0EIRosr4yhIjNdamfDkbI65YlbIYxHhBThcgxmxtNvviIqBOfaHLeecoKhorOoi-Wbp-AFD for anything dropped,
He couldn’t fail to see the amount of people who came out at the half time break, some to enter the pub across the street, but a few caught a cab, or walked away, having had enough of the show.
Barney, noticed that tickets were thrown, into the gutter, it was not very long before he found there was a market for second hand tickets, after a while customers, would offer the tickets just for coppers, after all that was better than nothing, Barney found he had a market and clients, every one realised even then that the teenager Barney was a grafter, who would try anything. To buy and sell. At a knock down price. Within a few weeks he had become a ticket spic, with a regular clientele. .

The Garrick was very popular venue, his brother entertained there sometimes a comedian and conjurer afterwards Barney started as a stage hand then, helping him with his props, that was before he himself joined the act.

History indicates that after one show were Henry, would end with a “Hope you enjoyed the show, see you again tomorrow Henry”
One night a stage hand followed Henry’s ending with a comment, “Barney too”.

That may be an attractive, show stopper but the truth is a little less exotic.

Over the years, Barney and Henry had been chased and beaten, by youths. And although they were both good fighters, they were no fools, it would be better to only fight for money. It was Barney who spoke to Henry about changing there stage name to. Henry and Barney Barnato… “This will keep us out of lots of trouble”, they agreed.
They began to advertise there act as The Italian Boys, The Barnato’s. or The Italian Brothers, what a great move this was for although there were many thousand of Irish living in London, and not many Italians, It was the Italians, who fought there corner a lot more vigorously and had strong protection, and although fellow shop keepers many in the ice cream industry, and Ice, in general. Were paying through a protection racket, as soon as any trouble against an Italian or there family. Within minutes they would have a gang to fight there corner, Barney always thought this was hilarious, and told many Jewish shop keepers to change there names. Barney and Henry got there protection free.

Barney was still trying his hand at boxing, but he was having no success, one day the two brothers were watching an old Irish heavyweight. not that tall but very stocky, he had been fighting for years, but had been badly hurt, in a previous battle, and although his arm, lay at his side he could never throw a punch from that side in fact he was billed, as the one “One Armed Irishman” or “One Armed PAT” even with that disability he won many of his fights, the power of his right hook, being his only weapon, just one blow, would knock his opponents, out, for the count. He never bothered winning on points. Just head butting and the upper cutter. Is all he had?
But he was now getting past it and was fighting less and less. He was desperate to fight for a purse didn’t matter how small.

After convincing his brother and a friend David Harris, that he could beat the Irishman, but only if the terms were altered, the normal terms, for the fight could be 10 rounds, but a fight could be re-arranged, as long as both parties’ agreed, instead of the normal, 3 minute rounds, Barney negotiated a £25 Prize, winner takes all.
Just three rounds, at two minute each round, a draw and Barney would be the winner.
This wasn’t new, but was usually part of bank holiday race meeting, were any one could fight the champion, all they had to do was stay on there feet, for a few rounds,

The manager of the Irishman could see no problem, for a 5ft, 3inch teenager would be knocked out in the very first punch. Even betting was created with Barney being offered at 5/1 against.
The fight in the back of a pub in Petticoat lane, When Paddy looked at Barney; he almost called the fight off, and said that he had no intention of being tried for murder.

After much merriment, on both sides, it was agreed, the winner would be the person still standing, after three rounds, if both remained on there feet at the end of the 6 minutes, Barney would be deemed as the winner,

Obviously, the weight and height difference, made the fight laughable, but if promoted every fight can cause an interest, £25 to the winner, was never going to be ignored, and the fight was arranged. For Saturday night. When the betting commenced both sides, seeing some value the Irish prepared to bet big odds on. That Pat would knock the Jew out cold. In fact a few bets were offered; in bad taste that Barney would be lucky to get out with his life.

Only the two brothers knew of there plan, but even Henry was not fully convinced. But Barney had a habit of being right. More times than not.

The Fight was advertised as David v One armed Goliath, but strangely there were many punters interested in placing a bet, the odds for gambling purposes was now only 4/1 against, even the Bookmakers with there popular list houses, had taken bets thinking that it was money for nothing..

In the first two minutes of round one, all the little Jew did was run for his life, going round in circles. It appeared that he was behind the Irishman most of the time, who found it impossible to throw a serious punch. The first round was certainly a draw as no punch had been landed, in the second, there was a few right hander’s thrown, but missed by miles. What ever plan Barney had concocted, it was working,

The only danger was the possibility of the pub being burned down, unless they got a run for there money, it was clearly, a out up job, The first two rounds were uneventful to say the least, The two minutes seemed to go by very quickly. Before the punters knew it the Referee announced “Final Round”
The backers of the Irishman were beginning to boo loudly. When it was seen that one fighter didn’t wish to land a blow and the other couldn’t.
At the start of the third and final round, Barney was shattered, from just keeping out of Paddy’s way. And could hardly stand, The Irishman’s manager, whispered, “If you don’t throw at least one punch we wont get out of here alive,” just, throw, a punch, anywhere, Barney was trapped in a neutral corner when Paddy reluctantly, threw a right uppercut, only half hearted, Barney went down like a bag of potatoes. Lying on the wooden floor, it appeared that the boy was out cold, but as soon as the referee announced 8, he jumped up. And stood to attention in front of the referee. by the time they started again 20 seconds had gone, this time Barney surprised the Irishman by running head first into his mid riff, bouncing off him falling to the floor, the same thing happened again, and again, every time reaching 8 before recovering, even the referee, forgot to stop the fight after the final two minutes, but was soon reminded by a very observant, Barney confirmed by Pat,

In a period of corrupt sport, this must have been the only boxing match, were not one blow was landed; Barney had been on the floor no fewer than 7 times. But was declared the winner,
Complete strangers, ran into the ring and placing the winner Barney high on there shoulders. You would have thought, it was for the heavy weight championship.

It was amazing that there were very few objecting, for it had been a right confidence trick, only one person wishing to win and that wasn’t the one armed Irishman,

Barney would agree years after that it was the easiest money he had ever earned, over £200. Divided three ways between, Barney, Henry, and the owner of the Pub., Patrick’s manager.

Henry began to have full confidence in any of Barney’s bright ideas for he was a little genius. In the making, a very clever conman, that had soon convinced friends and foe, that he would go a long way. And certainly never starve.

Life in Spitalsfield, however was dire, and it was Henry and his friend David Harris, who had noticed references in the local news, of a Diamond, Rush in South Africa they decided to follow there instinct, and get the earliest ship they could find. .
In 1871 with a £150. Loaned by Harris’s mother, they were on there way. Over the next 6 months, letters telling Barney how well they were doing arrived, regular every one convinced Barney that he should follow suit.

It was a complete shock when all of a sudden David Harris arrived in Spitasfield, like a lord new suit, a large cigar, and a cake of readies at least £1400. After paying his mother the £150. she had loaned him, he would sit in one of the most popular public houses, telling every one who would listen, how well they had done in there first 6 months, when asked how Henry was doing, David confirmed he is doing fantastic, , AFRICAhttp://www.allaboutgemstones.com/images/diamond_mining_northcape_so_africa.jpg

It was many years later before Barney found out that the cash that David had come home with was what he had won gambling with his last few pounds, but didn’t want to tell anyone. For they all knew he was a compulsive gambler, and would soon be penniless again.

When Barney finally arrived in Kimberley it was 1872, with a few clothes and a five pound note, he found his brother living in a tent with his toes sticking out of his socks. Barney knew he had been conned, but soon forgave his brothers after all, they were both streetwise and in their small way entrepreneurs. They were a soon a double act again, Barney the ideas man, Henry, a hard worker, they son scraped a little capital together by trading a few cheap diamonds.
Every night Barney would go out alone, sitting with strangers he would ask all sorts of questions, doing what he was good at, picking brains, and reporting back to Henry what he had discovered.

There was no one who failed to enjoy Barneys Company, he would seek out old wealthy men, and join them in conversation, and he knew that old men usually lonely, in a place like Kimberly. Who were, missing there families, and loved ones, enjoyed good company, Barney would ask the simple question that all young 21 year old’s should ask,
“What would you do if you were starting out again” “and just arrived in South Africa”

Barney had found that it always worked.
This particular night, an old man who was covered in the trappings of diamond wealth, a Tie Pin, with a diamond as large as a thumb nail. rings on every finger, a gold chain, with gold fob watch, he soon told barney that in less than 2 years he had made a fortune, by just being in the right place at the right time, He explained that all the diggers were finding it very hard, now, and there was about to be a massive slump. But he had made his fortune already and was booked on the very next steamer back home. His answer to Barneys question was, certainly not the answer, he wanted,
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Fortunately he carried on, “If I come here again I would think bigger and buy more diamond sites before they disappeared. And sell them when every one was making a fortune and not hang around when it was obvious that the fortunes were no longer there.”

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Before Barney had time to sulk, the old man told him to go and have a word with that man in the corner, pointing to a fat man with a gigantic beard. “I always call him Doc, he was one of the first, diamond experts, to arrive, here I will introduce you to him his name is Dr Atherstone, the geologist he was the man who was asked to value, Eureka, the very first diamond, discovered in South Africa, he continued, “Doc, began as a medical practitioner, but had always been interested in the study of plants and fossils, he had returned to Kimberley only that week at the request, of the South African government, just to do a report, and see how bad the situation was for himself. A rather quite man, with a loud voice and louder laugh.

Fortunately for Barney he was alone, and didn’t mind, company, he confirmed that working conditions in Kimberley were deteriorating fast; it did appear that the Diamond industry had peaked, and that many illustrious diamond experts thought it was all over, and that no more fortunes, would be made. And that the big killings were over,

However, he looked at Barney, as if he was talking to a very close friend, Diamonds, finds are a bit like a sandwich, under the blue stone of worked out mines a new layer of diamonds would be found in time but no longer with a pick axe, some sort of machinery would be required. For the blue layer was very hard rock. And underneath, Stones will be found again.
The Big Hole
Barney had received his first lesson, in geology, and for less than 1/2 a bottle of Gin, he had been taught, how diamonds had formed, in the first place, and how they had been forced up to the surface in volcanic eruptions, causing diamond pipes, like a funnel growing steadily smaller the deeper it went.
About this time, the flow of diamonds from the yellow sand had started to dry up. But Barney had listened to Atherton, enough to be convinced how diamonds were formed and pushed to the surface in the pipes. It was time for Barney and Henry to take a giant, gamble, betting there whole future on what the doctor had told him,
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The next day he got all the money that he had accumulated and with Henry in support, they began buying up the claims that disgruntled diggers had lost there money over, and there hearts, They then began to start to dig at the blue (Kimberlite) to see what was below, At first a few bits of diamonds were found, and then they flowed freely. By the end of the year they had sold £100 000 worth – the two brothers were off and running.

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This was a cut throat business, and Barney and Henry took no crap from anyone, one tale told of how at the Johannesburg Stock Exchange he overheard one of the traders refer to him as a ‘little Yid who should go back to the East End.’ Barnato walked over calmly, and with one punch, knocked him out cold, the chairman of the committee of the Stock Exchange declared they must both resign, at once, Barney responded:
“’How can I resign when I own the whole Exchange”?’

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By 1888 Rhodes and Barnett Barnet had joined in a fight for control, with Barney still in a stronger position. Rhodes entered the struggle with his advisor Alfred Beit, a German who knew the diamond trade inside out. With his counselling The Englishman, and his backers, out manoeuvred Barney, taking over Kimberley Central. Rhodes and eventually gained a majority share in all Barnato’s company, purchasing three fifths of Kimberley Central’s stock and spending £5,338,650. Barney then realized that it was a big numbers game and that Rhodes had many very wealthy men behind him, were Barney was still just a very wealthy one man band,
Barnet agreed to give up control of Kimberley Central in exchange for becoming a life governor of the new company, along with Rhodes, Beit, and Philipson-Stow. And so De Beers Consolidated Mines Limited was born with Rhodes as its first chairman. The cheque he received took pride of place on his office, wall, and for years was the largest, cheque ever conducted.

With the Diamond Industry Rhodes, saw a bigger picture the whole of South Africa as his gaol. He had many backers some of the wealthiest Englishmen in the country, but also the great wealth of the Rothschild’s, all ready to back him, as well.

The one thing that was giving Rhodes a massive headache was security, African workers passed through a guarded gate, along a fenced walkway to the mine, s they worked at, and returned the same way. The only difference was that they were searched for diamonds on their return. They could only leave these compounds to go down the mine or to return home at the end of their contracts. There were two main reasons for the introduction of closed compounds:
From the outset, whites in Kimberley feared that they would be swamped by African
Workers. They demanded that Africans be ‘localised’ in their own Area of the diggings. However hard the new great Diamond Industry, attempted to control there finds, over half of all diamonds, were finding there way onto the open market uncut and illegal.

I do believe that it was planned this way, but within a very short period, Diamond brokerages, began to open, all over Kimberley, purchasing uncut diamonds,
There was nothing to be done, for there were still many independents working small. Sites,
The only problem however was that these Diamonds were illegally stolen, from the great conglomerates, and shipped into London, and the other world, Diamond centres,
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And there was one firm who organised and created this new business, was the Joel’s, led by Jack, Sully and Woolf, perhaps Barney and Henry, looked on this conspiracy, with a little anguish, but when you see who controlled the British end of this enormous, business, it couldn’t have happened without some compliance by the man at the top Barney,

There is no doubt in my mind that the two younger and arguably the greediest of the, Joels, had there hands as deep in the honey pot as it was possibly to contemplate.
In March 1884 in Kimberley, Sully’s Brother Jack was arrested and charged with illicit diamond buying. His bail was set at £4,000 but in April he fled to England. Never to return,
Since diamonds were so easy to steal, mine owners were constantly trying to find ways of preventing theft. They used different methods of searching workers and tried to introduce tighter controls over workers’ movements closed compounds were designed to control theft.

But it was the Diamond Trade Act that was most important, there was very little security, even in the well run mines, with 1/3 to 1/2 of all diamonds found, being sold off cheaply in an illegal action. Diamond stealing and smuggling, was at a record level. It just couldn’t continue, anyone found with an uncut diamond was required to explain how it came into his possession, that there, guilt was assumed while innocence had to be proven. This is a European concept, but is not usually found in English or American law.
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, That summer the Metropolitan Police circulated a woodcut portrait of Jack,. But his warrant had been withdrawn on the insistence of Cecil Rhodes. “Questions were asked in Parliament” but Jack Joel avoided a trial and certain prison.

Back in South Africa, things were not as good as they had been, in the past, a great deal of trust, had disappeared, And although the Barney conglomerates, were making more and more money, things were not as Barney wished, he had lost confidence in his new partners. He was beginning to wish he had never invited the three Joels to come to Kimberley in the first place, but it was to late.
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Cecil Rhodes and Alfred Beit. And the Jameson Raid of three days, was an attempt to over throw, Paul Kruger’s and the Transvaal Republic,
British colonial statesman Leander Starr Jameson and his Rhodesian and Bechuanaland policemen. conducted a power struggle, although it took place unexpectedly during the New Year weekend of 1895–96. It was intended to trigger an uprising by the primarily British expatriate workers, but failed to do so. The Johannesburg conspirators. They were expected to recruit an army and prepare for an insurrection. The raid was ineffective and no uprising took place, but it was an inciting factor in the Second Boer War.
For Barney Barnato to get involved was a great mistake and proved that he was no politician, the only good thing was that he had feet in both camps, being a great friend of Paul Crugers, as well as business partner of Rhodes,s.
This plan was to eradicate the Dutch all together. A huge inflow from Britain came to the region in search of employment and fortune. The discovery of gold made the Transvaal overnight the richest and potentially the most powerful nation in southern Africa, The basic plan was that Johannesburg would revolt and seize the Boer armoury in Pretoria. Jameson and his force would dash across the border to Johannesburg to “restore order” and with control of Johannesburg would control the gold fields. However Jameson waited and waited for the insurrection and the instruction to move but in the meantime differences arose within the Reform Committee and between Johannesburg Uitlander reformers including regarding the form of government to be adopted after the coup. At a point, certain reformers contacted Jameson to inform him of the difficulties and advised him to stand down. Jameson, with 600 restless men and other pressures, became frustrated by the delays, and, believing that he could spur the reluctant Johannesburg reformers to act, He sent a telegram on 29 December 1895 to Rhodes warning him of his intentions - “Unless I hear definitely to the contrary, shall leave to-morrow evening” - and on the very next day sent a further message, “Shall leave to-night for the Transvaal”. However the transmission of the first telegram was delayed, so that both arrived at the same time on the morning of the 29 December, and by then Jameson’s men had cut the telegraph wires and there was no way of recalling him. A complete cock up.
On 29 December 1895 Jameson’s armed column crossed into the Transvaal and headed for Johannesburg. It was hoped that this would be a 3 day dash to Johannesburg before the Boer commandos could mobilise, and would trigger an uprising by the British.
Joseph Chamberlain, though sympathetic to the ultimate goals of the Raid, was uncomfortable with the timing of the invasion He swiftly travelled by train to the Colonial Office, ordering Sir Hercules Robinson, Governor-General of the Cape Colony, to repudiate the actions of Jameson and warned Rhodes that the Company’s Charter would be in danger if it were discovered the Cape Prime Minister was involved in the Raid. Chamberlain therefore instructed local British representatives to call on British colonists not to offer any aid to the raiders.

The business interest of Barney.co were best met, by doing what they were good at, financial transactions, and leave wars, battle between the Dutch and the British, in the hands of others.
The Jameson raiders initially exchanged fire with the Boers losing around thirty men before Jameson realized the position was hopeless and surrendered to Commander Piet Cronjé.The raiders were taken to Pretoria and jailed. A few days after the raid, the Kaiser of Germany sent a telegram (”Kruger telegram”) congratulating President Kruger and the Transvaal government on their success “without the help of friendly powers”, alluding to potential support by Germany. When this was disclosed in the British press, it raised a storm of anti-German feeling. Dr Jameson was lionized by the press and London society, inflamed by anti-Boer and anti-German feeling Jameson was sentenced to 15 months for leading the raid, which he served in Holloway. The Transvaal government was paid almost £1 million in compensation by the British South Africa Company.how close Barney had came to a similar sentence made him understand, the need, for a two feet in the same camp theology. but the closeness to disaster, worried Barney for years, some say it created a mental. Discrepancy that would haunt him, for the remainder of his life.

Rudyard Kipling’s the great British, poet, summed up. This whole episode. and although many thought it was based upon Jameson, I feel that it summed up Barnato, just as much, The Raid is recalled in a number of lines in the poem, “IF” including: If you can make a heap of all your winnings / And risk it at one turn of pitch and toss / And lose, and start again from your beginnings / And never breathe a word about your loss..you will be a man my son..

Barney had a great deal to lose, and never intended to have to start again, from his beginnings, he had come to far, he needed to improve his friendship with all the power brokers, not indulge in war games.
He would spend time discussing this and other matters with Lionel de Rothschild by 1890, had moved into oil and mining exploration, and financed the establishment of De Beers. The family were the best at this type of wealth management; it was this man who Barneto would consult in future.

Legend has it that Cecil Rhodes, after a weary twenty-eight hours of negotiation, with Barney. Suddenly produced a bucket full of diamonds. “Sign, Barney, and it’s all yours,” Rhodes is purported to have said. “You can’t win me with bribes”, Barnato replied, “but you have your fancy, as other men have theirs, and I see that I shall have to give you the means to go North.”

This was what Barney was good at bribery and corruption without a life being lost.

Barnato’s was influential in obtaining the release of Dr Leander Starr Jameson from the 1896 Boer government in the Transvaal, his discussions with Oom Paul Kruger, did not involve, any large buckets,
But it was Barney who negotiated with Oom Paul Kruger to get all his pals out of prison after the Jameson Raid.” even Jameson himself. But not at once, after all he was in England, a hero in some eyes. Later, Jameson became Prime Minister of the Cape Colony (1904–08) and one of the founders of the Union of South Africa. He was made a baronet in 1911.

In 1896 Barney had a great deal of things on his plate, he certainly wasn’t happy with the way, the conglomerate was being run, in his absence, meeting were taking place, were Sully appeared to rule the rhoost, and this was never Barney and Henrys intention in fact the youngest of the Joel’s. Solly was not his favored, boy,

Woolf was heir apparent, not Solly and Jack. in fact with Jack in England, it was Solly, who needed watching, in the late 1896, a meeting was arranged back in England were Barneys legal teams were to be asked to advise on the position of the company, for mismanagement, had become a problem.

This was the reason why Barney and Solly caught the SS Scott, and not the reason given, about Barny’s health.

End of Chapter one.

Chapter two
Disaster,

The Truth

When ever looking for the truth find someone who has no axe to grind, in the case of a autobiography of the dead, then wait until you are together in heaven, and ask him to change any errors, from the original.
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In the particular, it is the truth of BARNET ISAAChttp://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTQGZJrTvoaZ-YQAaukW5CqGVB9V3uP2-q0rNjYQIeV9V70njNfkw that I am interested in, for when reading Google; there are many different interpretations of who he was, but most of all what became of him, when he died, at the very young age of
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The only thing we have that we can rely upon is that he was from the Jewish persuasion. Although he admits that unlike his grandfather Rabbi Isaac, he was not practising.

I therefore intend to write the full account of my life, and times, of which I feel you will be interested in.

I was born, Barnet Isaac at 9.15 on the 21st day of February 1853, and not the 5th July, 1853.quoted by some historians,

The poor family that I was born into in Islington, was always protective and loving, my father, traded in second-hand cloths from a small shop. We lived in the small rooms, in the rear, although when a boy I spent time in and around the Whitechapel slums, the many chroniclers, were wrong to claim that as my birth site.

The original name Barnet remained until I 15 year of age following anti-Semitism, it was true that Henry my brother and I decided to give our name and Italian sound, this was ideal. For Henrys, stage shows were we finished up be called the Italian Brothers,
Or the Barnato Brothers. When any stranger would ask, were the name was from, we would claim, half Yiddish and the other half, Italian,

It is true that I gained a small amount of money, begging tickets off, those who left a show at the half time stage, selling them on to clients that only wished to see the second half. From 14 when I left school to 21 I had various jobs, even working as a doorman, in my uncle’s pub.
What was going on in South Africa? Was exiting. But Henry managed to get enough for the trip. A long time before me, although the dream was diamonds, Henrys intention was to entertain, the many diggers, that he had been told were sitting around, with money to burn..
I had been called a little yidd, on many occasions, and will never forget the time that I fought a gang of 4 Irishmen, one at a time; I knocked one out and made the other three split there sides in laughter, with my Jewish-Cockney wit and humour.

People have indicated that only Henry and I left for Africa when in fact there were over 8, who tried there hands at diamond chasing between 1874 and 1880 I had read about the box of Cigars that I took all the way, to Kimberley, that is not true,

I made the initial break through by purchasing stolen stones un-cut, and selling them on at a massive profit, I found a way, of escaping the Kimberly police by having my own, cheap holes, that had dried up. And recording the stolen good, in my inventory,
This allowed me to earn £1500 in the last few months of the year, and became an itinerant buyer of diamonds, my genial personality allowed me the confidence, to grow bigger and bigger, I bought claims in the centre of the Kimberly Mine and prospered so that I was ultimately able to form the Barnato Diamond Mining Company.

At all times, my turnover was enlarged with the stolen stones, The bigger my turnover grew the more claims I purchased but still I became the biggest dealer of diamonds from the many independent mines, but added to this was vast IDB (illicit Diamond Buyer)activity, as diamonds began to flow again, legitimately, the majority of the “Rough” that I purchased was from thieves, in fact, when the industry became a large amalgamation, there records showed that it was impossible to get the amount of diamonds, that slipped through the net down below, 1/3rd to 1/5. I still carried on buying up claims. I also had a great network of curriers taking the stones, to London, were some of my relations were given the job as Diamond brokers.

I will not bore the readers with the deal that I finalised with Cecil Rhodes, other than to say, the many who believed that Rhodes had the best of the deal. I will happily. Divulge that the majority of my, claims were massively over valued.

The stage was now set for a titanic battle for the remainder of the Kimberly Central’s issued capital. Both Rhodes and I bought recklessly, and at a time when the price of diamonds barely covered the cost of production, the company’s shares soared from £14 to £49 within a few months. It still makes me laugh, when I remember that many of the diamonds dug from the Rhodes, mines, found themselves in my stock. This increased the assets that Rhodes was about to purchase.
After the deal that consisted of a bucket full of diamonds as an inducement I settled, for £5,338,650 for the assets of Kimberly Central plus becoming a life Governor…

.The larger you get in business the larger the mistakes you will make it was my major error inviting three nephews, Woolf, Jack, and Solomon Joel to join, I intended to rule South Africa the same was as Rhodes intended, the gold

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The Jameson Raid in 1895/96 was a major mistake and proved that I should never have got involved in Kimberley politics,

The greatest find of the 1800s, was actually made, not in the Americas, but in South Africa. This great find revolutionized gold mining for more than a century made South Africa the world’s leading gold producer. The timing of the Joel’s, couldn’t have been better for Solomon, it gave him, the opportunity, of working for me, but buttering his own pockets, by misappropriation of companies books,
His elder brother Woolf on the other hand was loyal so much so that I made Woolf Joel the trusty of the whole Barnato estate, at the time I had a fortune, of over £40,000,000 in stocks, property, and investments, but I had found there was a company Haemorrhage, that if not corrected could bring us all down, much of the misappropriation was criminal.
I had lost a great deal of weight, it was something that I had to handle carefully, for and publicity, could have collapsed the majority of the company trust, and could have led to criminal charges of all the directors, not only Solomon,
During the last half of 1896 I had meetings with my legal team both in Kimberley and London and arranged a company meeting to disown, both Jack and Solomon taking them off the directorship.
Woolf who had been my favourite of the nephews, when I first met them, at there parents pubic house,
But it was an incident when they had just arrived in Kimberley, when I was in my office with Woolf, when there was a police raid, all my books were in order accept three rough uncut diamonds that I had just purchased, off an illicit diamond thief, this was before I had the illegal trading organised,
We were in trouble the charge for Illicit Diamond buying was based upon the size of the haul the three diamonds were made
Up of one very large, diamond, pure white and very expensive, two small diamonds worth no more than £5..http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTXzPuWXzV50a-UC3ePZpBEVSBqf7TR-_-FZJF0BG4aSCfymxwn
I gave the two small stones to Woolf, and without having time to explain what he was required to do the Police broke the door down.
As soon as they came in the room Woolf made a dash for it, being brought down in a sporting tackle when he opened his hands to reveal the rough,
I cried out “I disown you” Never look me in the face again; you know that this is unlawful.”
The police were rather apologetic to me for it was such a small breach of the law,
Woolf was still arrested and had to spend 2 months in the Kimberley jail.
If they had found the large stone I would have got 5 years,
I never forgot, Woolf’s, sacrifice, and increased his shares, and importance in the company, a decision that I never regretted,
Making him a senior trustee in my will.
It was arranged that I would go over to London, to the prearranged share holders meeting followed by the meeting with the company legal advisors, Jack Joel was already in London, Henry was on rout from Holland, Woolf would remain, in charge while we were away.
Solomon, who had been, away for some time, arrived the day before, I sailed, telling me that he had joined me and my family, on the trip to London.
It never occurred to me that he had spent a considerable time, telling many of my friends, and business colleges, that I was going through a very serious health break down, his opinion was that it had been brought about by the Jameson Raid, that I admit was a right cock up. it had never been other than that, my health was fine,
In 1897 I sailed to England with Solomon , my wife and small children, For the majority of the trip I spent with Solomon asking him how he would answer the charges if misappropriation, of the days, we were in company the vast majority of time never once did he admit the skulduggery, that could have sunk, the shares in our stock, leading to a run, on the company profits, it was strange that Solomon kept treating me like me a baby, in arms or a very old man suffering with dementia, one who had to be watched, for his own safety, it never occurred, to me the reasons for this odd behaviour, as we strolled along the side of the Scot, I stopped and gazed out to sea, the next thing I remembered was a loud cry of Help. I was pushed towards, the rail. And with the lifting motion, low down on my legs I toppled over into the sea,
Just before I toppled over the rail. I had time to cry out MURDER. The next thing I remember was hitting the water and going under it was fine and clear, the wind was still strong and the sea rough. Within a few minutes I could see the ship. Disappearing into the distance, for it had been travelling at anything just short of 20 knots, I was finding it difficult to keep a flout, I had never been a great swimmer, but managed to stay afloat doing a dogs paddle. for a while then on my back. Although I was panicking realizing what was about to happen.
I was soon overcome with the amount of water I had consumed; I had time to ask for gods, redemption. Before I slowly, submerged. From sight

The post mortem, was simple I had drowned, although the coroners, report that I had taken my own life, whist temporarily insane’.

The report that was produced some time after involved only two witness’s as to what had occurred.
“Soloman explained that for several months prior to the ships journey, Barney started acting strangely. He became more eccentric, began drinking heavily and suffered bouts of depression. we decided that for his health we would go to England, we all caught SS,Scot, Mr Barnato, his wife Fanny and three children, believing that a sea voyage would do him good. Barney and I was on deck, taking a walk after our lunch. We were deep in conversation, when Barney inexplicably ran to the railing, climbed it and jumped overboard.

The Scott’s fourth officer William Tarrant Clifford distinctly heard someone shout, ‘Murder!’ He turned to see Solly Joel hanging onto Barneys clothes as the man fell overboard. Clifford immediately dived in after Barnato but could not save him. Upon arrival in Madeira the coroner’s report declared ‘death by drowning while temporarily insane’. Barnato’s widow would never accept that her husband had taken his own life.http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFWCsQYKxrxEgwWqIOO59Ed1baKVX6UzY92uFCJ42xdEnm5tQj

9 months later his nephew Woolf was killed by a German extortionist named Von Veltheim, This intriguingly left Solly Joel in command of the Barnato family fortune. Under the terms of Barneys will, after his family had been provided for, the sole survivor of the company took the rest.
Years later, according to historian James Leasor, Barney’s grand daughter Diana discussed Barney’s demise with her cousin Stanhope Joel - Solly’s son, who believed that his father had killed Barney.

Herbert Valentine Falk, Diana’s grandfather had heard rumours of an argument between solly and Barney before Barney’s death and decided to investigate. He eventually got permission to see the company’s books and found the relevant pages ripped out. After a court case to get access to the rest of the books, Mr Falk discovered that Solly had indeed swindled Barney out of £1 000 000. Which Solly then begrudgingly repaid to the family, with interest.

Alas, the mystery surrounding the death of Barney Barnato aged 47. Remains just that.
But the question interlinked with who murdered, Woolf and Why? Needs to be answered.
For without Woolf, the same two people that Barney was travelling to London to oust, from the Barnato business, Jack and Solly. Joel. Would finish up Billionaires,

The End.

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Wednesday October 26 2011
Kempton Park

1st 11 Poppy 8-12 R Hughes R Hannon 3 11/4
made all, ridden over 1f out (Betfair Odds, 3.89)
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1st 9 Holly Martins 9-3 ht Nicole Nordblad (7) H Adielsson 2 20/1
made all, pushed along over 1f out, joined last 100 yards, just held on near finish opened 20/1 touched 20/1 (Betfair Odds 34.47)
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1st 2 Demoiselle Bond 9-0 S J Drowne Mrs L Richards 3 100/1
made all, ridden 2f out, held on well towards finish opened 100/1 touched 100/1
- (Betfair Odds. 300.07)
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Total Returns 343.45
Total stake, for £10 bets, £80
Returns £3430,

Net profit,,, £3350….

As for my constipation, it is a problem that I have suffered ever since I first, stood on a West of England, racecourse Devon and Exeter, in early 1980.
It was a January meeting 5 below zero, and snowing a gale. Some cock up on the midland radio, had indicated that Devon was off, and although I had telephoned the course to confirm, that they were to go ahead. I had no chance of telling my staff that had driven back home from the meeting place.
By the time I had reached, the pick up point at Bromsgrove, I was on my own.
No floor man or clerk, and more importantly, no financial supporter, this was a meeting were I required a private layer one who would take some of the large wagers, allowing me to gain a more balanced book worse still he owed me two grand, from a previous meeting, and I had not bothered to go to the bank to get, a float of my own. all I had on me was £100. Certainly not enough, to commence trading, but I had already started some action for I had noticed three steal races, two at Newcastle and one at Devon. Races were an each way treble cried out, to be activated.

At the time I had a shop at Bilston, run by my wife and that allowed me to attend the courses, were I operated as an away Bookmaker, in this case I would be betting at Newcastle.
With a monopoly site, only the course betting shop in competition.

There were only two things I could do. one was go home, and allow the £100 Each way treble that I had placed, to take its course, or two go through to Devon on my own, in an attempt to take some of the wager, out saving a complete loss. After all although it was a tricky bet, I didn’t wish to lose £200. without a little trading.

The trip down the M5 was a record, having been held, up waiting for staff that never arrived,
Every thing I had accounted for, I had written the most beautiful lists out, white card, with red felt pen. Done the early prices, known as Tissue. I really fancied success.
I had planned a little coup. nothing of the standard of Barney Curly, but I had noticed thee races, all of a similar type, one at Devon and the other two at Newcastle just 8 runners, an odds on favourite, in each, just the type that Alex Bird, the Manchester genius loved, still alive but having retired after the off course betting tax, was seen as to much of an interference.

I had already placed the treble with a Bristol Bookmaker, Bert Nut, an ex, snapper, one who took photos, on the sea front, with or without a film in his camera, when Bert had decided to become a Bookie, he was one of the gamest, of the industry, only in a high street he loved nothing better, than to attend one of the western courses, but he was away on holiday, in Tenerife for there was no way, he would stand England’s snow and frost.
I had an account with Bert and as long as I told him the type of bet it was he would never refuse me,

This morning with Bert away, I gave it to his staff, with a comment, tell Bert to give it away, even though I knew that Bert Nutt never gave anything away. He was one of the old sort. Never feared any such wagers. even though 99% of his fellow Bookmakers would have spit in my face if I had placed the bet on there dirty little counter.

The trip was calm enough although a few miles from the course a snow storm, commenced with flakes as big as can top.,

The first person I spoke to when I arrived was Tom the Sporting Life, agent, never missed a meeting, he didn’t need the money, for he had retired twice from massive companies I remember once asking him what he did with all the gold watches,
I didn’t have to for; he was a massive compulsive gambler, a pure favourite backer, a known loser on horse but winner in life. I was told once that he saved a fortune by just writing FAV on all his bets, and got through years without changing his pen, Who ever got him a job selling racing papers did him no favour must have cost him £20.000 a year as much as he got. Selling the papers. in the first place.
This day was perfect for him, for he would be backing in the same races I had, the only difference I was on the second favourite he the first.
1/2 1/3 and 2/9. he loved em.
So here we had a typical clash of minds, a very well educated, news paper agent, retired with a brilliant pension, taking the one line, that all favs were good things, on the other a coalmines son from Manchester, who had worked out that in 8 runner races, when the Favourite was odds on, the price for the placed horses, were all false non more so than the next in the betting,, a 5/1 chance would be at least 1/2 or 66% instead of the 50% that the industry would be offering. But it was when putting three together, that a 3/1 chance would become 8. unfortunately, very few Bookmakers and certainly less punters know the difference.

By the time that I had arrived, in my designated site, 200 yards from the betting shop out in the wilderness,
The first race at Newcastle was about to start, so I had thought that I could at least take some money out of the horse, I had backed in my treble. However it was blowing so hard the local lifeboat would have had a job, rescuing any one. I was the only person outside in the rain, all the others in the grand stand or the tracks betting shop.

I was cursing that I had been left alone, my financial backer paying the 2 grand he owed would have allowed me to take the £100 win out of the horse, leaving me a virtual place only treble a bet that many would die for. Here I was stuck with both parts a good bat but certainly not so good as place only. That would have been mustard.
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Standing out in the torrential snow storm race goers, foolish enough to be in attendance, themselves were questioning. My brains being there in the first place..
“Fancy Cubone driving all the way from brum, in this sort of weather even the fisherman, at Brixham would have thought twice”

Looking towards the stars, or at least were I assumed they were, I whispered “any chance of a little help Alex” for I would have assumed for certain that Alex Bird would have been on these three, for certain.
I looked in the shop. The betting was clear enough,
1.5, 6 10 bar, I didn’t bother to watch the race there was nothing I could do to help the matter.
The next thing I remember was that Thomas. the Sporting Life salesman,. Darting back to his newspaper stall. with a face as red as, Heinz tomato. Instinct told me at once that the odds on certainty had been turned over. For that’s all he ever backed.

Dashing the 100 yards to the shop, I gazed through the frosted up window, and saw, Winner no 5, at 5/1 that’s a good start I thought, and I hadn’t taken a bet.
My little well thought out earner was now a £600 win double and a £100 place double. I was pulling my hair out I had to take something, out of the wager, somehow, but had no idea how.
It was imperative now that I did some trading, but with my “Mug in the Book” sitting at home in the midlands in the warmth of his mansion made from the steel trade. He was of no assistance.

The next race was at Devon. I looked around the ring, and even at there prices, my selection was to just to good to give anything away, 2/5 the favourite, 4/1 my mine, 8/1 bar 2 and 12/1 the rest, it was highway robbery to place an each-way bet in this race.

At the off, the favourite was left 15 yards, but mine was no better off, all I could do was sit and suffer, looking through the snow blizzard, there was no one not even the stewards, could have seen a thing, as they approached the last, jump there was one horse well clear, I was looking for a red cap, red and white stripped shirt,
All I could see was a horse whose jockey was all white. At least it wasn’t the favourite all in black. As they passed the winning post, I managed to detect, a slight resemblance of Sunderland F.C, he was covered in snow, My God I had backed the second winner in my trebles, and at 4/1…
I was getting exited now there was less than 10 minutes before the Newcastle race. This was the worse cheating event for years, with the favourite at 2/9. my selection was 7/1, I was having doubt that even Bert Nut sitting in some sun drenched, bar, would be taking this lying down.

In the course betting shop, a notice as large as a suffrage banner indicated 2/15 Newcastle Win Only.
I was to shook up to watch my horse a complete novice attempt to jump 8 hurdles, the wager stood at £3,000 on a horse very unlikely to win, but £360 on for a place, brilliant value although not even an obese care lady could survive eating just value.

Up in the grandstand I began to calculate the winnings, “IF” at 7/1 it would be £24,000 for the win and £864 if placed less of course the stake but I would win, £664. And that looked a certainty. It never dawned on me that it could ever win. It couldn’t could it.?

Gazing towards the betting shop. it seemed ages but a shout, of come on, from the vast majority of those in the shop. Followed by a dozen at the door, looked ominous.
Getting louder and louder, until it seemed to weaken, and become silent,
All of a sudden,
Pushing his way out past the crammed door was Sporting Tom.

“The game is crooked”

I began to run down the bar stairs, towards the Shop. By the time I had got there it was empty, in fact I wandered how quickly a betting shop can empty after a good thing is beaten.

I could never understand why all the country punters, never bet this way, although it was always hard to get these bets on, Brits just hate to be refused.
It was Alex Bird who had laid it all out in detail. Why these race type are the best value anyone could obtain I had received almost 8/1 a place treble, were the true odds was no more than 3/1…
This was the reason, the bet type and the punters who followed Birds, doctrine, were known as each way thieves. It would be 5 years before Bert Nutt bet me again. The same year that Alex moved to a non taxable place on the sky.

I never did have time to ask Alex if he suffered with Constipation, I doubt it only fiddlers like me, and of course Tregonwell.

Cubone

The problem is that when 50% of the England’s villains were shipped “Down Under” quite a few were Gambling, thieves, if only 10% of them, became gambling icons, then a simple bracket, or spot bet, would have soon been attempted, at some time, (Bill Waterhouse) the biggest Bookmaker ever known, and one of the greatest gamblers (Kerry Packer) both Australian so a few tricky dickies, would have led the way.http://www.espncricinfo.com/inline/content/image/230836.jpg?alt=1

It is understandable that match fixing has become an art form. in country’s we dominated for years, who taught them, to cheat, it certainly wasn’t part of the Pakistan educational curriculum, not sure about Australia,

Bracket and Spot betting certainly can be seen 130 years ago on the green grass of Donington Hall. Leicestershire.http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/49/DoningtonHallCastleDonington.jpg/800px-DoningtonHallCastleDonington.jpg

When Lord Hastings, (Mad Harry) wanted to cut a dash, with his school chums, at Eton, about 1860s. what better than organizing a “Match” between Eton and the Donington Locals. after all every one loved, Harry at the time.

In the local team were two of the fastest, bowlers. seen during the period, . and forbears of the BODY LINE bowling tactic England used to beat the Australians on the tour of 1932-33, remains cricket’s darkest hour.http://www.timesonline.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00248/Bodyline385_248554a.jpg

William Voce, and his fellow Nottinghamshire fast bowler, Harold Larwood, agreed to a suggestion by there Captain,Jardine that bowling fast rising balls into the batsmen’s bodies, with several catching fielders on the leg side would be an effective tactic. if you were a Bookmaker being asked to offer odds against anyone getting a century, against this type of attack, would snatch there hands off.

If we go back 50 years from the Body Line tactic, (150 in total from today) there grandfathers, were part of the Donington, 11. poor undernourished, miners, who would have become cross dressers, for silver coin.

What is factual is that when Hastings, ran out of ready cash, mid 19th Century, he would ask his money lender, from 2 Hill Street, Berkeley Square, Henry Padwick. to finance a gamble, he would arrive at Donington an hour or two before the game and go into Ashby-De-La-Zouch, after placing some wagers on the outcome, Padwick, would back the Lord of the Manor, to get a century. he would then offer the two lead bowlers, of the home team, to only attack Harry wide of his off wicket, and then only medium slow, this would allow Mi Lord, still a teenager, to play the shot’s that he was excellent at, the off drive. after three games and three century’s, even Ashby’s leading Bookie called stumps.

I can only assume that the pair of them Padwick and Hastings were so bad when backing other events not crooked,, that no Bookmaker would ever knock, there bets back. so an attractive price for a century, would just be a chance they had to take now and again,,but not so attractive as the gold coins that Mi Lord would throw, into the black hardened, hands of two Coal Miners, living on a pittance.http://www.dmm-pitwork.org.uk/chimages/windlass.jpg
If any one wishes to understand WHY a cricketer, would be part of a confidence trick, just take a look at there grand fathers plight, when gaining honest employment.
What people from Liverpool, and any other spot players, should remember is that these markets in the UK. are very small so a minor little coup. by multi virgin accounts. are gauranteed to fail. even if the plan works, you still have to get paid..The Industry have re-adgusted there rule book’s to take account of a conspiracy, and that will include new accounts backing the same eventuality.at the same time. (see Barney Curley and Co)

So next time you are told, “We have a new plan, our Kid who plays full back for Acrington Stanley, is going to give 5 throw in’s away,”
Firstly it is not new and has been going on for century’s, and most of all. you will not get paid,

Cubone