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Murder Ballads
Secret London
Miscellany

Paul Slade Hello. My name's Paul Slade, and I've been a journalist here in London since 1982. During that time, I've written for The Daily Telegraph, The Independent, The Guardian, The Times, The Observer, The Sunday Telegraph, The Independent on Sunday, The Sunday Times, Mojo, Fortean Times, The Idler, Time Out and a host of other publications. In 2005, I started making occasional documentaries for BBC Radio 4, covering subjects like a forgotten radio hoax of 1926 and the craze for "dirty blues" lyrics in pre-war America.

I've developed a taste for writing long essays, a form very few magazines will consider buying

Like any hack who's been working for that length of time, I've accumulated a fair number of pet projects over the years. These are subjects which I've become passionately interested in myself but which, for one reason or another, I've never managed to sell as a commercial proposition. It doesn't help matters that I've recently developed a taste for writing longer essays - running anywhere up to 15,000 words in length - which is a form very few modern magazines are prepared to consider.
Hence this website. Here you'll find my guide to some of the world's most fascinating Murder Ballads, a series of Secret London's forgotten mysteries and, in the section I've cunningly titled Miscellany, anything else I damn well feel like including. My aim is to combine the old-fashioned virtues of traditional journalism - proper research, clear writing and a habit of checking my facts - with the global distribution and ease of access which only the internet can provide. I hope you find something here to take your interest.

- Paul Slade, London, April 2009
















































The Borough Mystery: Added in March 2013

In the small hours of October 12, 1892, Dr William Kirwan was found wandering London’s most dangerous streets in a highly confused state.
      Kirwan was a respectable, affluent London doctor, who’d left a Canning Town pub the previous night, but resurfaced in Southwark rather than at his Stockwell home. We don’t know what happened to him during that missing night, but we do know it got him murdered just a few hours later.
      Kirwan’s only companion in Southwark was an alcoholic street whore called Blanche Roberts, who he allowed to lead him round by the nose. By 3:00 o’clock that afternoon, he’d been strangled in a pub alleyway by a trio of muggers who wanted his gold watch.
      Many of the eyewitnesses who watched Kirwan stumble round Southwark that day assumed he was simply drunk, but his autopsy showed that could not be true.
      The murder trial that followed was hotly followed in the press, which badged Kirwan’s story The Borough Mystery to reflect people’s puzzlement at why a man like Kirwan would take the insane risks he had.
      PlanetSlade’s latest essay reconstructs Kirwan’s final day, looks at the gangland intimidation which saved his killers from the gallows, and asks what led Kirwan to Southwark in the first place.
      With the help of a county coroner and a family doctor, we also discuss what modern medicine can make of the surviving evidence, and offer some surprising conclusions.