Friday, 16 November 2012

Tim Ireland - More Tory Than The Rest Of Us?

Tim Ireland - More Tory Than The Rest Of  Us?

He is the computer geek long on talk and short on courage.

A man who repeatedly rants  about what the  Tories have done to the UK and who has “joked” about shooting one female Conservative MP through the brain and of raping another.

But the real wheeze is that Tim Ireland, who has occupied 100s of man hours from at least three police forces due to his venomous attacks on Twitter and on his blog, isn’t even from these shores.

The oddball who lives in a former council house (much, much more on this later) in Guildford, Surrey, originates from a small hick town in Australia.

Still more hilariously, that he lives here at all is largely due to his marriage to the daughter of a onetime banker whose family have much more in common with the kind of dyed-in-the-wool Tories that he loathes than the working class Lefties who follow his hysterical tweets.

Indeed so blue-blooded is Timothy by marriage that he is actually listed in The Peerage (a genealogical survey of the peerage of Britain as well as the Royal families of Europe) – yes the man who hates all things Conservative! 

His father in law, the late Peter Allsopp, a former director of the London Bach Society no less, was even educated at Eton College (yes the same one where David Cameron and most of his Tory cabinet list as their Alma Mater).

Sometimes, as the saying goes, truth is truly stranger than fiction:

Peter William Allsopp1
M, #442141, b. 2 May 1940

Last Edited=21 Mar 2012
     Peter William Allsopp was born …… He is the son of John Ranulph Allsopp and Audrey Carteret Priaulx Fellows.2 He married Pepita Mason, daughter of Lt.-Cdr. Peter E Mason, on …..1
     He was educated at
Eton College, Windsor, Berkshire, England.1 He lived in 2003 at……….

Ireland himself appears in The Peerage courtesy of his marriage to Mr Allsopp’s youngest daughter Katherine.
Katherine Pepita Allsopp1
F, #442147,

Last Edited=21 Mar 2012
     Katherine Pepita Allsopp was born on …..1She is the daughter of Peter William Allsopp and Pepita Mason.2 She married Timothy Scott Ireland, son of Donald Ireland, in 1993.1
      From 1993, her married name became Ireland.

As Ireland himself tweeted last month – the couple reside in a former council property, which found its way onto the private market as a result of a Tory policy which enabled the working classes to become homeowners.

Ireland ranted about this to his supporters but left out one very salient – one might even say hypocritical fact. His mother in law has bought the council house immediately next door to him as a Buy To Let. Not bad so long as you have £250,000 cash to spare – Mrs Allsop bought the house without a mortgage.

Whenever there has been speculation about Ireland’s Tory connections he has dismissed them as lies – no doubt more than a little concerned about that his comrades might think.

Sadly for Timothy a piece of Labour legislation this time – means that the ownership of properties such as that in the hands of Mrs Allsopp can be ascertained for as little as £3.

More bloggage on our hypocritical – and very cowardly – friend (very) soon.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Stalking someone near you.

* Pictured here Tim Fenton - his real name is Paul but that's not the only oddity about the balding blogger.

Twitter has given us a unique opportunity to bring social classes, sexes, and those of every race and creed together in one 140 word melting pot.

Sadly for every star on Twitter - Guido Fawkes being one - there is a stalker, usually a social misfit who goes virtually unnoticed in their everyday existence.

Paul Timothy Fenton, born in Leeds in September 1954, lives alone in Crewe, and has never been married. He grew up in Bradford, and seems to have become a train spotter from an early age. Sadly the advance of the worldwide web has led to Timothy deciding the outside world should have his views on more than the latest locomotives.

 He is on several social networks, including Facebook, where he has a total of 14 friends.

Odd then, perhaps, that when we switch to Twitter he has more than 4,000 followers except, as has been pointed out elsewhere, the vast majority are fake.

In fairness to oddball Tim he has pointed out that the bogus followers were bought by others as a joke - but has been in no hurry to use easily available software to have them unfollow him.

Fenton you see is all about attention - usually tweeting and attacking other more successful bloggers such as the aforementioned Guido in a bid to divert some of the attention they receive on to himself.

Quite what he does away from Twitter is unclear - and from the little there is it is nothing much to shout about.

Tim is a director of an IT consultancy bearing his name - his younger sister Miriam  is the company secretary- but the last set of accounts in 2010 show profits of just £7,558. Home is a terraced house he purchased for under £100,000 from where he works comically from a PC he calls "Tim's computer".

Online rarely a day goes by without Tim stalking Guido or his counterpart Harry Cole - then writing a blog about it. Rarely do they provoke any reaction - leading to the entirely accurate description of him as "No Comments Tim", so he has got nastier and nastier in a bid to get a reaction.

Recently that has included turning his bile on the Troll - with disastrous consequences.

Compliments to blogger Billy Bowden for his brilliant expose here:


Tim puts his foot in it!

I dont normally get myself involved in spats that have nothing to do with me, but due to my strict beliefs of honest blogging and my hatred of smears i have today broken that rule.

This is a pic of Zelo Street (Tim Fentons blog page)

Very brave Tim, very brave.

However all is not what it seems.

Now to my untrained eye those two pictures look the same, the person that Tim claimed was Dennis was actually Rupert. Normally this would be embarrassing at worst until i found this

Stay classy Tim!

Of course he has now removed the picture, i hope he will apologize to the family of the late Mr Hamer for any distress caused and i hope he takes time out to reflect on what has happened.  Update :

Those familiar with these nasty moments on Twitter - taunting a cancer victim is another  recent example - won't be surprised to hear that examples of his bile even before social networking aren't difficult to find.

One Googlegroups exchange on the UK railways shows Fenton routinely becoming involved in spats with other trainspotters - so crude are the remarks that they are better not mentioned in detail here. Suffice to say he discusses cancer, masturbation, and claims that his rivals's partners are sleeping around.

As Timothy would say - no change there then.

Friday, 2 November 2012

Being A Journalist: Why Bother Anymore?

This week 26 leading media academics backed calls for Mr Justice Leveson to propose a statutory framework for new laws which would make journalists answerable to politicians for the first time in a century.

They are part of a view in some quarters that  we are no longer capable of governing, policing, or whatever you want to call it, ourselves.

That MPs - still seething over having their expense fiddling laid bare by a brilliant piece of investigative work by the Daily Telegraph - should have a say in judging the behaviour of others is especially ironic.

What the students of these academics, or their counterparts studying media up and down the country with a view to joining the profession, must think about all this Lord only knows. Many are spending tens of thousands of pounds in pursuit of a dream of working in national TV or broadcasting at a time when it seems the profession is in the grip of the Black Death.

Last week one young reporter from a prominent national newspaper told colleagues he had had enough and was taking a job in the private sector. Another, short listed for Young Journalist of The Year, has been doing the rounds of Corporate Intelligent firms looking to do the same.

Next week I will have lunch with a hack who appeared to have the world at his feet until a dozen police officers arrived to give his family a 6am wake up call five months ago.

His lawyers are confident that the charges he eventually expects to have laid against him - predominantly around alleged corruption of an official in a public office - will be thrown out of court.

Indeed they also say there are grounds for substantial compensation against his employer over their part in his arrest and the way he has been systematically isolated since.

But, as my friend explains, this will only likely come at the end of two years. His life will be on hold until then - a career in suspended animation when it should be at its peak.

Now, thanks to the marvel of Twitter, individual journalists can be pilloried for the occasional excesses of their employer (s).

During the last month, for example, even hacks new to the profession have been blamed for the Hillsborough police cover up, Jimmy Savile's decades of sexual abuse under the eyes of his BBC bosses, and the oft-quoted hacking of Milly Dowler's phone. This all despite many on the receiving end weren't doing the job 25 years ago, and didn't work for the News of the World.

Then we have the curious case of Richard Peppiatt, who spent so long trying and ultimately failing to become that which he now openly despises.

He was supposed to be the lightning rod for young journalists to flood forward with similar tales of tabloid abuse - oddly then haven't.

Indeed Peppiatt's supporters from the blogging community continue to beat the mantra that it would be better to be rid of all "unscrupulous" hacks. Presumably - despite having no formal training - they believe they can fill the void which would be left behind.

To be fair there is plenty of evidence of the likes of Guido Fawkes and Harry Coles more than holding their own- the pair regular break exclusives which are the envy of many in the national television and newspaper lobby.

Then we have the other up and coming bloggers, the likes of Billy Bowden, who write with both wit and invention.

The trouble is that for the present there are too few of them and, like it or not,  most of what matters news-wise still originates with the national media.

Thus it was The Sun who broke the story of Plebgate, or Gategate, which, with no sense of self irony, the same bloggers who stalk and abuse hack via Twitter, then followed and wrote extensively about themselves.

Then we have the TV journalist who at last told the public about the awful crimes perputated by Jimmy Savile against young and vulnerable women. Another brilliant piece of journalism which has since (rightly)dominated the blogosphere.

So now we come to the point of hopefully showing why it is important that - among our ever dwindling numbers - we must still bother.

Without you we potentially won't have the next big scandal laid bare.

The training of journalists - yes including from the academic centres now rubbishing the job - is still without equal when compared to other professions.

Still, even now, during this unprecedented witch hunt, we have far less numbers going to jail than from the legal profession, who have by far the greatest numbers of professional misconduct hearings of any industry out there.

And - unlike in say the likes of Sweden - we do all this without public funding.

When we get it wrong, which for all the abuse is extremely rare, it goes badly wrongshould rightly be covered elsewhere, as was the case of the excesses of a tiny minority on the News of the Word.

But when we get it right, which is often, then being a hack is brilliant and what we do is brilliant.

Don't give up - stay the course. Bail out now and you are giving those who seek to silence us just what they want.