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Post by dem bones on Dec 22, 2008 15:15:08 GMT
Richard Whittington-Egan (ed.) - Weekend Book Of Ghosts & Horror #2 (Harmsworth, 1982) The message slowly appeared, stark and terribly clear in letters one-foot high on the frightened girl’s bedroom wall; "Esther Cox you are mine to kill ..."Not strictly a witchcraft or black magic collection, but this scrapes in on account of the cover story, Gemma Barrington’s The Writing On The Wall and such articles as Graham Payne’s Possessed By Demons. Richard Maino’s Star Encounters … Of The Ghostly Kind reveals the real life supernatural adventures of - among others - Donald Pleasance, Lindsey de Paul, Roger Moore and William Shatner. A must for any serious student of arcane lore.
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Post by allthingshorror on Dec 22, 2008 15:34:10 GMT
Jesus Christ, I nearly bought this for 50p only an hour ago (!)but was loathe to break a £20....
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Post by dem bones on Dec 22, 2008 15:40:27 GMT
Richard Whittington-Egan (ed.) - Weekend Book Of Ghosts & Horror (Harmsworth, 1981) Over thirty spine-chilling storiesInside cover hard-sell: Some stories contained in this volume first appeared in WEEKEND. All are the result of intensive research and are authentic accounts of experiences of the weird, horrific and inexplicable. Well, that's good enough for me! I was obscenely delighted to find this on a recent mooch about the city's dingiest dens of iniquity as vol 2 has been a personal favourite comfort read for ages. There's something about that economic tabloid style and occasional lurid photo reenactment that just ..... does it for me! This one has a touch of the When Animals Attack!-special about it, with Douglas Fairey's Terror Of The Mad Bees and George Bell's ace Attacked By Starving Rats, a first-person account of the tragedy that befell the author's trouser-cuffs as he cycled to his parents home on the outskirts of West Hartlepool, little realising he was about to be ambushed on a lonely country lane by a ravenous rodent army! In my minds eye I can see James Herbert whipping out his notebook! Tony Wilmot gives us the very condensed histories of The Sack-'em-Up Men and Aleister Crowley: High Priest Of Evil. Donald Dinsley's The Undertaker And The Thing From Outer Space is perhaps not quite as well-authenticated as the rest as he appears to have fallen foul of a David "Ansible" Langford hoax, but nothing else in the book seems to be remotely made up! And then there's Percy Arundel's investigation into Vampires: "The blonde walking along the beach in black stockings and mini-skirt looked like any other dolly girl. But locals at Manaos, Brazil, later told police that she was a vampire and had started attacking children with her sharp teeth ...."
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Dec 22, 2008 18:56:36 GMT
The cover quite nasty too
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Post by dem bones on Dec 22, 2008 20:53:00 GMT
Richard Whittington-Egan's contributions are worth a read, perhaps none more than The Man Who Kept On Killing, concerning a Mr. Anthony Regan who popped into the Weekend offices in September 1960 to confess that he'd got away with two murders and would like as not strike again. So full marks to the staff for playing it safe. "At this point Regan insisted on demonstrating how he killed Rose Harper. Catriona Dunlop, a 21-year-old Weekend secretary at the time, volunteered to act as his 'victim'. Members of staff stood close by as his arm tightened around her neck. Regan grinned, a camera clicked - and the result was an amazing, chilling picture." Egan tried to convince Regan's wife that this maniac could kill again, with her as his most likely victim, but she was resigned to her fate, confiding that she loved her Anthony and didn't want to have him locked up in Broadmoor. But that's the way it turned out once he'd duly stabbed her to death in 1962 ....
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Post by pulphack on Dec 23, 2008 18:24:33 GMT
you mad fool, johnny! that cover alone! and it's weekend! doug fairey! who used to write a weekly column called the sound and the fury, in which he truly proved that empty vessels, etc etc... weekend was always around the house when i was a kid, and it was the sort of rubish i grew up with. you don't get that kind of tat these days... although i suppose it was a grotty sixties/seventies version of take a break crossed with ok... now is that truly horrific or what?
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Post by dem bones on Dec 23, 2008 19:27:15 GMT
Another one from later in the series when they'd dropped the '& Horror' from the title Richard Whittington-Egan (ed) - Weekend Book Of Ghosts No. 5 (Associated Press, 1985) This one is very good because it has Molly Tibbs' Death Of A Haunted Man (about legendary ghost-hunter and one-time Creeps contributor Elliott O'Donnell), Richard Whittington-Egan on reported sightings of the ghosts of Jack the Ripper's victims, Jack Pleasant on The Mistletoe Bride (that's her on the cover) and Mark Arundel on Ghosts In Council Houses. As we've come to expect, these strange tales are all stamped with the Weekend hallmark of total authenticity!
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Post by Swampirella on Nov 11, 2016 20:44:39 GMT
Just spent far too much on copies of all 3....sigh...... Nov. 22/16 My copy of No. 5 seen above just arrived. Going to get started on it soon; sadly it's fairly short but with photos! I'm probably familiar with half the stories in it, but what the heck....
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Post by Mike Brough on Nov 11, 2016 21:45:29 GMT
Just spent far too much on copies of all 3....sigh...... Define 'too' much. Get your priorities sorted, son. What is food to a hungry soul? Need to borrow a fiver?
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Post by Swampirella on Nov 12, 2016 13:34:17 GMT
Just spent far too much on copies of all 3....sigh...... Define 'too' much. Get your priorities sorted, son. What is food to a hungry soul? Need to borrow a fiver? You aptly put into words what I told myself as I pressed "Place Order". "What is food to a hungry soul" Thanks for the offer of a fiver; that would cover most of 1 book. I should pay you a fiver to never call me "son" again!
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Post by Mike Brough on Nov 12, 2016 13:50:10 GMT
Define 'too' much. Get your priorities sorted, son. What is food to a hungry soul? Need to borrow a fiver? You aptly put into words what I told myself as I pressed "Place Order". "What is food to a hungry soul" Thanks for the offer of a fiver; that would cover most of 1 book. I should pay you a fiver to never call me "son" again! Oops! Apologies, miss.
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Post by Swampirella on Nov 12, 2016 14:33:28 GMT
Accepted
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Post by ramseycampbell on Dec 5, 2016 11:48:50 GMT
' More in search of distraction than for research I make for the shelves and find a book of local curiosities. It’s published by Philip, Son & Nephew, the bookshop where my mother worked. The author is Richard Whittington-Egan, a local journalist who wasn’t averse to embellishing his material. Here’s “Cylinder of Horror”, which confirms the tale of the Victorian corpse found in a tube on a bomb site. A librarian returns from wherever she has been, and another wheels a trolley out of the stacks, at which point their bespectacled colleague leaves the counter without glancing at me. As I wait for his reappearance or rather Lucinda’s I read about a Liverpool wrestler called Malleable Mal. He became a legend of the Stadium, which was built over the site of St Paul’s Churchyard off Tithebarn Street, a short walk from James Maybrick’s office and close to Cross’s Trading Menagerie (“Largest Trading Zoological Establishment on the Earth – Send for Requirements – No Species so Rare that It Cannot Be Obtained”). The wrestler’s detractors called him Flabby Mal, apparently because of his fondness for smothering opponents by falling flat – no, hardly flat – on them. He never lost a match, since no amount of twisting and wrenching his limbs could force him to submit, while he seemed able to slither out of any hold and bounce back from the severest forearm smash. He ended his career as half of a tag team, though his partner Brutal Bertie refused to share a dressing-room with him, supposedly because he found the sight of a naked Mal too repulsive. The public only ever saw Mal fully clothed or, in the ring, dressed in a rubbery white fabric from his neck to his wrists and ankles. As a boy Whittington-Egan saw him wrestle, and describes Mal’s body as resembling “tripe wrapped up tight so that it wouldn’t burst in a housewife’s bag of shopping”. After Mal’s retirement the young journalist set out to track him down, but the only address he could trace proved to belong to an abandoned cellar near the oldest dock.'
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Post by Swampirella on Dec 13, 2016 17:43:12 GMT
Just spent far too much on copies of all 3....sigh...... Nov. 22/16 My copy of No. 5 seen above just arrived. Going to get started on it soon; sadly it's fairly short but with photos! I'm probably familiar with half the stories in it, but what the heck.... Drat! Just received a second copy of Vol. 5. Thought I'd got the ISBN numbers straight and was ordering 1 copy of each. Too bad Weekend didn't clearly put "Vol 2" or "Vol 5" on their books, although many sellers don't bother putting Vol. number info even if it's there. Ordering what I hope is the right copy of Vol. 2 so as to have all 3. A "nice" after-Christmas present to myself
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Post by ripper on Dec 15, 2016 11:14:29 GMT
When I was growing up in the 70s, there were always periodicals of the "Weekend" type in our house, the best remembered by me being "Titbits" and "The Weekly News." Always varied in content, there was usually something of interest to a growing lad. Have such publications bitten the dust now in our modern age and been replaced by celebrity gossip magazines?
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