The Saucy Jack Postcard, sent October 1st, 1888-
I was not codding dear old Boss when I gave you the tip, you’ll hear about Saucy Jacky’s work tomorrow double event this time number one squealed a bit couldn’t finish straight off. Had not got time to get ears off for police thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.
Jack the Ripper
We only did a few super-touristy things on our trip to the UK a few years ago, but the most super-touristy (and probably the most fun) was a Jack the Ripper walking tour with Donald Rumbelow.
And now I know that Maureen Johnson’s Name of the Star is about Jack, I’m moving it up the list of “things I must read soon.” (I follow Maureen on Twitter and Tumblr because she’s awesome. And kind of insane. But awesome. That doesn’t mean I know what her books are about, though.)