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Saturday, 20 July 2013
Debbie Carden Wray: Why Has One Of My Closest Friends Stabbed Me In The Back?
I'm sitting here at four in the morning. This is almost like a family bereavement. Indeed, if it were a family bereavement, I would probably be able to cope better with it.
In the past two-and-a-half years I have called Debbie Carden Wray 721 times. We've laughed together, we cried together. Debbie was there to help me through a very stressful time: I comforted her over the phone when her husband suffered a heart-attack. I have told her things I have never told a living soul, and I'm sure she has done the same. On the morning of 27 April, an ominous date I now know, she said me over the phone after a particularly harrowing incident, "You are so close, you are like a brother to me."
Tonight, four different people sent me a 650+ post thread from a private group, where Debbie, Petite Bamburd aka Anne Corrigan, and Frances Gallagher aka McCarthy aka Murray are laying into a dozen of their supposedly closest friends, but with myself as their prime target. I have lost count of the times that Debbie has told me how much she loathes Frances Gallagher, yet here they are calling themselves The Four Muskateers, and saying how they all stick together. People can write what they want about me. It's water off a duck's back, providing they can handle the fall-out, which invariably they cannot. But when they pick on my wife and disabled son, who have no part in my dealings, shady or otherwise, this is not fair. I have also lost count of the times Debbie has criticised other people for bullying Jeanne--in particular Linda Wrafter, who is now dying--and yet here she is, doing exactly the same. Tonight, when I read this massive thread, of which I have printed only "fair-usage" excerpts, I feel sick to the stomach. This entire thread has now been added to the police file because, in it, Frances Gallagher clearly states that she is engaging two detectives--"Tom" and "Christy"--to "put the frighteners" on me. On 28 April, the very day after this posting, the first threats were received by us.

19:38
Debbie Carden Wray
we are the four musketeers, all for one and one for all!!
yes I was very surprised when I found out kerryns age, I too thought she was only in her early twenties.

19:39
Frances Gallagher
It's a load of rubbish ...it just shows how petty minded he is ..am not one bot bothered. He had nothing on me ..I never trusted him with any personal information.

19:40
Debbie Carden Wray
he is an idiot, my gripe with it for one thing is that it gives the pros something else to crow and bait us about

19:46
Petite Bamburd
Fucking clown.
Sorry, but now I'm angry.

19:47
Frances Gallagher
yes Petite ..but they are only words ....
Why would you be angry I am not. ..He makes himself look a fool,

19:47
Debbie Carden Wray
He is isn't he, he really gets under my skin, I want to slap him hard!

***19:50
Frances Gallagher
I wont comment. I will get Tom's friend to deal with him ...and if I say give him a hard time believe me he will . I will send him on a link for the blog ...he can be tough,

***19:50
Petite Bamburd
No, let him attack me, he's has ABSOLUTELY no idea who I am...
Nope, it's been a long time coming.

***19:51
Frances Gallagher
There is no point ..apart from trying to belittle me he has not actually got anything to criticise
Don't Petite. .The blog is not worth it ..I can get Christy to give him a hard time and that's enough for me,
I was blogged by Bren once and it was an horrific bit of porno stuff ...it was sickening
with horrible crude images ....she is sick that one

***19:53
Petite Bamburd
Frances. I haven't seen his latest posts. I won't dive in straight away, but I don't appreciate the man at all, never have. Watch this space, when I can I will! This is outrageous stuff. It's hurtful and I won't stand for it.
I just can't understand these people. I'm not perfect at all but it seems that there agenda is to destroy. It's so destructive and sad. It makes me mad.


***19:55
Debbie Carden Wray
Well I make a promise here and now, Linda Wrafter is very very poorly, if anything happens to her and he makes just one snide comment about her, I am in my car and up the motorway to his house sooner than you can blink

19:56
Petite Bamburd
Debbie, I'm so sorry. I know from the pages that Linda was attacked by him. Evil, evil man. Please don't put your own health in jeaopardy xxxxx

19:57
Debbie Carden Wray
Oh I wouldn't go on my own lol!!!

********19:57
Frances Gallagher
Oh is she very ill? I was wondering why I hadn't head from her in a while. We will do something Debbie if he does but we will set up a fake account and give him some home truths.
waht he did to Linda and Debbie was shocking ..Mine is mild by comparison
who takes him seriously anyway


***20:05
Frances Gallagher
Roth said that Bret was in trouble with the police with his blog ,.,.if so I will ask Christy to liaiase with the English police just so he knows I wasn't joking,

***20:05
Debbie Carden Wray
Frances, I will pass on the good wishes from you, of course I will, Linda has said more than once recently, any animosity she has had with people in the past is all forgotten,. she has realised life is too short. Although that does exclude Bret obviously!!


***20:10
Debbie Carden Wray
I don't believe a word Bret says, I don't believe his life story, I think he has made up the fact he was adopted etc etc, I also have my doubts as to whether 'Jeanne' is actually his wife, I think she could be his mother/sister

***20:12
Frances Gallagher
I don't belive he is French...I think Jeanne is his mother ...he is clearly gay and warped and is certainly not a successful writer

*****20:14
Debbie Carden Wray
I believe he is also two years older than he says and his birthday isn't when he says it is. Ages ago I researched him on Ancestry.com, but I lost everything I had saved when I had a computer crash. I can remember bits and pieces though

***20:15
Frances Gallagher
I think his whole life story is a fabrication .I believe he lives in a fantasy land

***20:15
Debbie Carden Wray
yes so do I Frances, absolutely. You heard what Linda said about his house and how he looked didn't you?

***20:15
Frances Gallagher
If I get his real name and date of birth I can get Tom to check him out on the polce pc
We saw it ..,.wasn't exactly prosperous

***20:16
Debbie Carden Wray
He has two names, David Bret and David Spurr

***20:18
Frances Gallagher
I think David Spurr is his real one,

***20:25
Debbie Carden Wray
I think he once told me his birth name was Bret, he was adopted by someone called Spurr but some years ago decided to revert back to Bret

***20:35
Frances Gallagher
hmmm ...Yes he can speak French. But I spoke to him once on the phone and not for an hour ...but he has no trace of a french accent.

***20:40
Debbie Carden Wray
No he isn't French, I have spoken to him too, luckily I only provided my old mobile number lol!!
721 phone calls

************21:09
Frances Gallagher
I distrust most males who follow missing girls' cases now since I heard that Mark Bridger used to take an interest ,It is not normal when they are not fathers. ..it is easy to be able to understand why mothers do it

Thursday, 25 July 2013

The Big Shock: One Week On

A week on from "The Big Betrayal", when Darling Debbie revealed herself as Poison Wray, and the shock is just as pronounced as more facts emerge about this puerile bunch of harpies who troll from group to group, dishing the dung and stabbing people in the back, most especially their so-called friends.

There are only four people--three woman and one man who--if I was to be told they had shuffled their mortal coil--would genuinely see me rejoicing. They know who they are.

But the one who betrayed me last week equates to being worse than all those four added together. Throw half a dozen Hindleys and Borgias into the mix, a dash of Eichmann and a few chunks of Manson, and this person would still be less loathed in my eyes and the eyes of my loved ones. Enemies I can cope with. Enemies masquerading as friends, offering hugs and kisses while topping up the poison-cup I can do without. Illness--the fact that two of these women may be on their last legs and one of their cohorts at death's door, does not come into it. The world did not forgive Myra Hindley when she succumbed to cancer. Peter Sutcliffe would be no less loathed if he developed a terminal disease. God moves in mysterious ways. Puerile is puerile, from whichever angle it is perceived

This is neither libel nor scandal, no lies. The evidence is there for all to see, from their very own lips and in their very own words. The four people mentioned in the opening paragraph above were at least upfront in their thoughts about me. For over two years, Poison as she ill now eternally be known, embraced me in the warm glow of friendship. We laughed together, cried together. We shared secrets about our illnesses, and about our families--most especially those members of our families who abused us, one way or another. Others have now come forward, saying that they too confided in her, only to be similarly stabbed in the back. Were it not for two of these friends, coming forward with the information I posted as "Desperate Fishwives: Bamburd's Babblers", I would have been none the wiser regarding what was going on.

Poison keeps her Facebook friends' list closed. This is so that others cannot see who she is friends with--people she outwardly confesses to hating, such as the multi-faced Irishwoman who wheedled her way into getting my telephone number, and who along with Poison and two others were plotting to get a policeman to illegally access the station computers to see if they could find information about me, to set me up. This morning she asks me to supply proof of my allegations--I don't need to: it's all in "Desperate Fishwives". Next she bemoans the fact that she is seriously ill. Fine--let's hope that it's serious enough to ensure you an early visit to the Pearly Gates and send us all a postcard.

Two of these harridans are so consumed with guilt that they have left Facebook. The Irishwoman has threatened to send the police to my home for "libelling and harrassing" her. I wish she would. It would enable me to publish the various very long message threads that I have by her--such as what she really thinks about resident Januses who profess to being her friends-- not to mention the "Big Brother" and "Laffin Assasin" incidents. She knows what I mean. All of this information including the entirety of "Desperate Fishwives" has gone to the police and I have made a statement--and I don't just spout empty threats without having the evidence, I do it. No prisoners, not this time.

April 27 was just one instance of how two-faced my phoney friend was. I'm still reeling from the shock. Only last Friday she was telling me, in our 721st and final telephone conversation, that the year after next she will be celebrating her 60th birthday and her 25th wedding anniversary on the same day. "You and Jeanne must come and spend the weekend here," she said. "If you don't, we'll come and fetch you!" I enquired about The Dying One, who also stays at her home--naturally we wouldn't be wanting confrontations. The response was that She Who Curses Like A Sailor On Shore Leave is so ill, she is expected to be dead by then. Her words, not mine.

The Dying One remains one of the most horrible creatures I have ever clapped eyes on, but I can say hand on heart that she is a thousand times more human than Poison will ever be because, when she was having a go at me, she did not hide--she came out with it. I respect her for that, even though she taped and photographed everything when she and her husband came hammering on my door--which, naturally, Poison defended. I should have realised then that she was inherently evil. I may genuinely hope that the mouthy one gets better because despite her vitriol she was never less than honest. I have moved on and bear her no grudges. Also, she was not party to "Bamburd's Babblers" and has just as vilely been attacked by these people in the name of fake friendship. It's all there in the next instalment: "Lost In Frances".

I also state that besides speaking to me 721 times on the phone, Poison has also spoken to my wife 12 times, and on innumerable occasions asked me to send her her love. She was the very first to criticise others for writing foul things about my wife, while doing exactly the same thing behind her back. We have been married for forty years, and are very happy. All of these women have had relationship problems at some stage of their lives. They do not like men.

Since last Friday, I and my friends have done a lot of investigating, and this is not an isolated incident. There have been many such threads, and I have most of them. I haven't published them because, other than the one of 27 April, they do not mention my name. They DO however see all of these nasty women, who have nothing better to do than augment secret covens and bitch like fishwives, picking on whichever one of them isn't there at the time. Needless to say, if they pick on my wife and son again, I shall publish them--every single one, down to the last word. Is this a threat, you ask. You bet it is!

To recap, this puerile quartet, besides attacking just about everyone in their unsocial circle, made the following observations about my wife and myself:

That we are NOT man and wife, that Jeanne is my mother or my sister, that I am not who I say I am, that I was not born when the records show that I was, that I am gay, etc, etc. Needless to say, because of their poison the rumour persists that my son is disabled because I fathered him with my own mother or sister--one kind soul has even made my son's place of work aware of this. Would that she may suffer a friendly seizure while she is reading this. She can pay for the stamp for the Irishwoman's postcard from those Pearly Gates.

And just to be certain of the facts which they have obviously got wrong, in "Desperate Fishwives" the triple-monickered Irishwoman is asking for personal information about me--which Poison THINKS she has supplied--so that she can get "Tom" and "Christy", policemen with the Dublin Garda, to do pc checks on me. She further asserts that "Tom" and "Christy" will next "get heavy" with me and "put the frighteners" on me. This was on 27 April, since which time things HAVE happened which may be traced back to "Desperate Fishwives". Even the worst of the so-called "pro-McCanns" don't hold a light to this lot. Indeed, I can now see where the other side is coming from.

Let's hope, then, that I do not have to write any more about this matter here

Davy Boy wrote:I don't think I'm wrong when I write that David Bret hasn't been "friends" with Debbie Carden Wray, nor Frances Gallagher for some time. Infact didn't they feature in his blog some months ago, when their "friendship" broke down? Nice try Bretty-baby, but there is nothing you can write that will cast you in the light of being innocent. You really do have to laugh at his comedic attempts of passing himself off as the "underdog". Back to the garden Bretty-baby, there's a garden full of weeds that need removing.

Davy Boy wrote:I'll tell you one thing about David Bret, he's certainly more entertaining than Steve MacDonald doing his facial gurnings. His latest blog, entitled "The Creep Who Tried To Emulate Garbo" proves just how laughable his claims of being a "profiler" are. A word to Bret "If I was you mate, I'd ask for my money back at whatever school you earned your stripes at".

You are no closer to knowing who Davies is, so go back to your garden there's a couple of weeds there that need sorting out!!!

Monday, 12 August 2013

Desperate Fishwives Self-Combust!

(A Re-cap)

It's almost a month now since I was shat on from a very great height by someone I believed was a very close friend. But, we learn from our mistakes. I'm not interested in "The Missing Child" case any more, and rue ever getting interested in the first place. But it's amusing to watch from the sidelines and see one of the "major" support groups for this hopeless affair start sliding down the sluice where they belong. It has now been usurped and taken over by the very people it was attacking, and the ones running the show (including one who has more sides than a threepenny bit) have been kicked out of the pub!

I suppose there were one or two nice people there, but by and large they are all fruit-loops who have nothing better to do with their meaningless little lives.

Look after your own loved ones, my dears. You won't be any better thought for doing what you're doing. It's a bit like rescuing a lion from drowning. It'll only thank you by eating you!

I've had around 100 requests for "Desperate Housewives",and a great deal of positive response for exposing what I exposed. I'm constantly asked if I will be publishing "Lost In Frances".

No, I won't--if Dublin's Dumb Dora behaves herself.

To recap--The Desperate Housewives wrote that my wife was actually my mother, alluding to the fact that my son is disabled because I sired him to my own mother--who would have turned 97 last February. Dumb Dora also asked for personal information about me so that she could ask two of her policemen friends to log into their station PC to see if I have a criminal record. One Mme Hardon-Gay provided this information--well, she thought she did. She and her fishwives cronies even went to Ancestry, paid to find my address, and got in touch with the church where we were married. Devious, indeed.

And the sweetest revenge? To sit back and watch them destroying one another!