George Murdoch Murder - The Pittodrie Connection

[Feck_the_Huns]

Oh, can you elaborate without committing slander, or would it be libel because it's typed.... Would the husband have any knowledge of it? Or did I read somewhere that it might've been a colleague at the University?

The word on the Allan Street seemed to indicate your 1st suggestion wasn't a million miles away.

[InversneckieDob]

Funny as i was in Formartines coffee shoppy place next to Haddo House with my folks today and there were fava beans on special in the shop and i thought about Hannibal

Come to think about it i should have got some to see if Hannibals serving suggestions were good

I have no idea now, and never have, what fava beans are ( beyond being beans obviously) a quick Google would prolly tell me but I'm just nae that bothered.

The wife will know I'd imagine.

[Hairdrier]

Breaker malt liquor brings back a few memories, the stuff should have come with a health warning along the lines of 'have a few cans of Breaker and release your inner psychopath', or some thing like that. They didn't have drink aware in those days.

[ohno]

On the subject of unsolved murders and chippers, there was a wino murdered near my flat in Holburn Street.
I don't remember where, Union Grove area or something.

Of course plod didn't have a clue and some weeks later they got round to interviewing my brother who used to hang around in the Rendezvous cafe up that way.

Where were you on the night of the....?

Saturday night...... at that time.......chipper, chatting up the quines there.
Always chatting up the quines in the chipper at that time on a Saturday night.



Anyway, tunred out that the chipper was closed that night for holidays or whatever.

My brother by this time was back at college in Edinburgh.

They went and got him, pulled him out of a class and drove him back up to Aberdeen.

In the back of the car beside a giant bobbie all the way to Aberdeen, he must have been s'hiting himself.


Of course by this time they would just have been happy with an arrest, any arrest.


I'm not sure he ever got over it.

Was that nae the one in the car/lorry park bit beside Springbank Terrace.

[donsdaft]

Was that nae the one in the car/lorry park bit beside Springbank Terrace.

Aye, that's the one.

Thinking back now it must have been 1978

The first in a long line of unsolved murders

[ILikeJam]

I have no idea now, and never have, what fava beans are ( beyond being beans obviously) a quick Google would prolly tell me but I'm just nae that bothered.

The wife will know I'd imagine.

We call them broad beans. Yanks call them fava beans. Hipsters will try to tell you they're different and therefore more expensive.

[donsdaft]

I'm not sure I'll do this story credit, it was hilarious at the time, I'll try anyway.

We are in the queue with our trays at the Prince of Wales.

Guy behind the counter is dishing up Steak pie etc. with gusto ( mmm I miss the old Prince's food)

I'm first, no veg.

Next Mrs Donsdaft ( to be) chooses whatever.

"peas or beans" asks the cook

"what kind of beans" asks Mrs Donsdaft in her poshest voice

"emmmm orange" says the cook, looking dumbfounded.

I caught the eye of the guy behind her and we burst out laughing.

She's never lived it down, "what kind of beans" is a family joke.

[Pacman1903]

Aye, that's the one.

Thinking back now it must have been 1978

The first in a long line of unsolved murders

My ma moved away from Springbank Terrace about then. Maybe escaping the skeletons in her closet

[DonUnder]

I'm not sure I'll do this story credit, it was hilarious at the time, I'll try anyway.

We are in the queue with our trays at the Prince of Wales.

Guy behind the counter is dishing up Steak pie etc. with gusto ( mmm I miss the old Prince's food)

I'm first, no veg.

Next Mrs Donsdaft ( to be) chooses whatever.

"peas or beans" asks the cook

"what kind of beans" asks Mrs Donsdaft in her poshest voice

"emmmm orange" says the cook, looking dumbfounded.

I caught the eye of the guy behind her and we burst out laughing.

She's never lived it down, "what kind of beans" is a family joke.

Brilliant.

Nae wonder she married you like Prince of Wales for dinner! (backs of hands to face and wiggle fingers oooh emoji)

[InversneckieDob]

Back in the day you couldnae beat the Prince for Scran, it was the biz