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The Dark Side of Manchester

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* Date:
Friday 27 March 2020, 6pm.
* Meet:
Central Library, St Peter’s Square.
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Forget Jack the Ripper and the dark corners of the East End, Manchester is gloomier, seedier and more atmospheric.

It is also the setting for some really nasty stories which you can marvel at from the comfort that they happened many years ago and won’t happen again.

We’re talking about abductions, grave-robbing, cold-blooded murder from an axe-wielding maniac, cold-blooded murder from Britain’s worst serial killer (until another one came along) and the last “official” hangings on English soil.

* And if you think we shouldn’t be mentioning any of these things, as one daft guide claimed and a number of journalists have intimated, think again. It is precisely because people never said anything that many of these awful things happened. The other points are that Savile was treated as a hero and a national treasure for many years and Shipman was considered to be a great family doctor for instance. Someone has to explain this. Nobody else is brave enough.


Manchester; it can be a nasty place. Terrorism, riot, revolt, hangings and murder.

Even the most conspicuous places are fraught with danger.

Take for instance Old Trafford. What could be safer than a football match with 60,000 joyous fans hoping for European glory?

Not for Edward Evans on the 6th of October 1965. He felt alone in the huge crowd, his mate having failed to turn up, so he left at half time and went for a drink on his own in town.

He got chatting to a friendly Scottish bloke, and when he was ready to go home he made for Central Station (now Manchester Central exhibition centre). At the station milk vending machine there was a tap on his shoulder. It was that Scottish guy again. “Fancy a drink at mine, mate? Me sister’s in the car outside.” Sounded perfectly innocent, except that the Scottish fellow was Ian Brady and the “sister” was Myra Hindley.

Edward Evans didn’t last the night.


Alternatively you might end up in jail where there’s always the possibility of getting captured by a fellow prisoner and taken for a (hopefully) mock execution on the roof of Strangeways… or run into an IRA cell disguised as the organisers of an annual dinner and dance at the Midland Hotel.

And it gets worse. See below.