I loved Megan Berry’s collection of free time waiting apps – especially the Hangman classic. As she says – it needn’t be pretty! great time waiter, especially if you get stuck next to some bizarre person on the train.

1A. SHABANA AZMI             2D. MEENA KUMARI

3D. SALZBURG                        4D. ARCHAEOLOGIST

5D. DONALD DUCK                6D. PARAMOUNT

7D. WINGS                                 8D. KATHARINE

9D. BANDHAN                         10A. SARFAROSH

11A. CAMERON                       12D. KING

13A. HATTANGADI

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 28 NOV

Pati Patni aur Woh – Week 8

Moserbaer Friday – Blue

A Propensity

It’s been no time and all time.
But,
a frail ink tears out of my pen
to rain this page
with the sere memory of you
(Swan)
and knowing that our days passed by
as the quick game of pool we’ve played
over a beer and a shot of Jack;
I’ll see you on the dust-kicked road
to Greece and a hermitage that you
would share with me.
But,
Rather than lose the wars,
they settled on the spoils of boredom.
But,
Rather than lose faith,
they twisted your spine
into a hangman’s knot to die
(and die)
in the corner by your restless jacket.
But,
It’s been no time and all time.

1D. FORMOSA                     2D. STALINGRAD

3A. STPETERSBURG        3D. SALISBURY

4D. SURINAME                 5A. BENGALURU

6D. ZAMBIA                        7A. ANGOLA

8D. ORISSA                          9A. ZIMBABWE

10A. SIAM                           11A. NAMIBIA

The Daily Grill========= B-C-C-A-C

The Smartest Question of the Day!== THE SAPPHIRE NECKLACE

1A.DOVE                                    1D.DURVASA

2D.VENUS                                 3D.INDRA

4A.ADONIS                              4D.ATLAS

5A.ARUN                                  6A.KAUSHALYA

7D.MANDVI                            8A.AVALON

9D.KRISHNA                           10A.DRAUPADI

11D.AGNI                                  12D.MERCURY

13A.KAMADHENU

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 20 NOVEMBER

1D. CLASSIC                       2A. BAND
3D. ANNA                           4A. GUZZLING
5D. GURKHA                      6A. ROAD MAP
7D. MIME                            8D. POMP
9A. CREDIT                         10D. REFUGEE
11A. ANTWERP                 12D. TOPAZ
13D. RETINA                      14D. AMNESIA
15D. DRAGGED                  16D. ISLE
17A. BAZAAR                    18A. SINGLE
19A. AGATE                        20A. DESIRE

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 19 NOVEMBER

STATE OF PLAY

FIGHTING

Here are links to the Hangman games I created to help you with some of the terms you’ll need to become familiar with to get a better understanding of the material in the chapters

Chapters 1 and 2

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258475642

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258475741

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258475790

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258475847

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258475881

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258475940

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258475975

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258476017

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258476247

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258476300

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258476371

www.SuperTeacherTools.com/fun/hangman/hangmanchallenge.php?gamename=1258476445

1A. SIRIUS
1D. SEVENTYSIX
2D. SINOPE
3A. MOON
4D. MARS
5D. EARTH
6D. MERCURY
7A. VENUS
7D. VESTA
8D. NEPTUNE
9A. GANYMEDE
10A. URANUS

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 17 NOVEMBER

1A. HAND GRENADE                           2D. RIP

3D. ENDORSED                                       4D. SAGA

5D. APPEAL                                             6A. PRONG

7D. RHOMBOID                                      8D. GASTRIC

9D. SENSATIONAL                               10A. SHORTS

10D. STAR                                                11A. AGREEMENT

13D. ATTACH                                          12A. OASIS

14A. DYED                                                15D. EXOTIC

16A. RAIL                                                 17A. ORPHAN

18A. HAILED                                            19A. HAZEL

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 16 NOVEMBER

1A. BAMBI                                     2D. BLEW

3D. STUART LITTLE                  4A. SHREK

4D. SHRUNK                                  5D. KING

6A. GRINCH                                   7D. ICE AGE

8D. MENACE                                  9D. LASSIE

10A. ALONE                                   11A. CASPER

12D. BABYS                                    13D. JUMANJI

14A. FREE WILLY                       15A. BABE

16A. DOUBT FIRE

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 14 NOVEMBER

1D.KARAN JOHAR               2A.GAURI KHAN

3D.MANISH                            4A.SHABINA

5D.BHANU                              6A.BINDIYA

7A.ANNA                                 7D. AKI

8A.SHYAMLI                         8D.SIMPLE

9D.ANAITA                            10.MAMTA ANAND

11.DOLLY                                12A.NEETA LULLA

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 12 NOV

Twilight Characters

But perhaps I have jumped into things too quickly. I haven’t really had much of a chance to explain that yes, I successfully made

Airport in São Miguel. Sort of classy for an airport, eh?

it though a wonderful week in the Azores (which I’m sure you all will hear plenty about, especially when I’m sitting in my lonesome back home in DC, whenever that is), arrived in São Tomé, learned how to type accents on my new computer, and, well, have just been having a heck of a time.

I took a plane from Ponta Delgada on the island of São Miguel in the Azores to Lisbon, then stayed with my cousins Marina and Sérgio and their adorable new bundle of baby, Santiago, for a couple of days. After getting a small preview of the awesome effects of Doxycycline if not swallowed under its very specific and rigid guidelines (I say “preview” because there was much more to come but two weeks later), I hit the airport again, bags ready to go, toting a spartan number of tank tops and shorts, a disproportionate weight of candy and books, and a really nice bottle of Azorean wine to give to my gracious host, Ned.

All this was in the forefront of my mind when we traveled from the little mini airport shuttle at nearly midnight towards our plane, an odd time for a flight and a totally disorganized system of boarding that even seemed a little out of the ordinary for Portugal, a country I once lambasted for its own lack of efficiency and charm. I couldn’t help but wonder if Portugal and São Tomé were still on hesitant (if not hostile) terms.

My wondering was quickly floored by awe as we approached our plane, a once-a-week luxury of TAP Portugal, and, clear as anything else I’d ever read in my life, in letters the size of people, the name of the plane reads:

WHITE

No, this is not a joke. But you might think the following is: Below it reads:

Coloured by You

White, Coloured by You, courtesy of the White website- http://www.flywhite.eu

Good Lord, how I wish I could make this stuff up.

I could hardly keep myself from laughing. I’m sure people thought I was crazy. The plane is called WHITE? And it’s colored by…what…a rainbow of singing, dumb Africans that somehow, at the right time, just showed up for the plane trip of their lives??

Well, what do you do?

You say, okay! We’re getting on this huge, phallic machine called WHITE, and we’re going to penetrate virgin Mother Afrika at 400 miles per hour.

My life in São Tomé has been peppered with little bits that make me laugh like this. What else CAN you do when a country’s history of European control is so recent (they only became independent in the mid-1970s)? Not only this, but their whole home, their entire history began as an overflow zone for starving Cape Verdeans in an overpopulated island to contract into honest work, only to be deceived and thrown into slavery. How do you come to terms with that when it’s something the Santomenses deal with every day of their life?

The STeP UP office

Among a few English classes, some translations, some great friend-making (I love standing out; I feel like people in the USA never remember my face but here everyone knows who I am) and other things, the thing that keeps me busy here (and what I originally arrived for) was to help an incredible NGO called STeP UP (São Tomé e Príncipe Union for Promotion) coordinate and work out the kinks of a very generous donation by the One Laptop Per Child Program to a local middle school in the capital. About 90 very excited twelve year olds were handed an amazingly efficient, durable, and inexpensive laptop computer that is complete with photo/video camera, microphone, a swivel frame, multiple USB ports and wireless internet access (you can buy one for yourself or any child for $250, and included in this $250 is the donation of a laptop to a child in a poor country as well- how about that!). I’m here to learn the OLPC platform and teach it to teachers and students alike, then facilitate a way for them to incorporate these computers in their everyday learning environment (both in school and at home).

Yesterday was my first day of class with the kids themselves. While we waited in hopes that the energy would turn back on

The kids wait for the energy to come back on in class. And go camera-happy while we wait

(something that is horribly unreliable and inconsistent, and often just doesn’t work at all), the poor kids waited, say 75 of them, crowded into one classroom, for hours. I couldn’t leave them there so I thought I would at least get their attention and play some games- whatever I could think of on my feet, really- 7 Up, red light green light (outside), and, my favorite, Hangman.

At least it was my favorite, until I suddenly wanted to simultaneously laugh and cry. Here I am, a white woman, of Portuguese descent nonetheless, teaching these African children a really great spelling game that incorporates lynching. I am certainly going to Hell.

Either the kids never picked up the reference, or someone Up There was on my side yesterday, because the kids actually loved the game and it occupied a solid 30 minutes of our time. But good grief, what a trip. I had played my own race card, and it was a wild card, and here I am in Africa, and, from now on, Hangman is going to be something much, much less violent.

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We’ll be right back after a short break.

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Popcorn, anyone?

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1D. JIMHENSON
2A. NOVEMBER
3D. MCGRATH
4D. CHILDREN
5A. JOE
6D. TENTH
7A. EDUCATION
8A. FORTIETH
9D. EMMY
10A. MUPPETS

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 10 NOV 2009

1D. PINEAL
2A. SKIN
2D. STIRRUP
3D. TWENTYFOUR
4D. HYPOTHALAMUS
5A. PANCREAS
6A. TONGUE
7D. FEMUR
8A. LIVER
9A. CEREBRUM

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 09 NOV 2009

- مرگ و مرگ خواهی‌ با اندیشه و سنت ایرانی‌ عجین است. مرگ خواهی‌ را میشه به شکل تاریخی‌ در همه گروه های ایرانی‌ اعم از مومن و  ملحد، عارف و عامی‌، فقیه و صوفی، چپ و راست، مدرن و سنتی‌ دید. گاهی مرگ مطلوب شخص است و گاهی مطلوب برای همسایه. این مشکل ریشه‌های تاریخی‌ و اجتماعی‌ و اقتصادی خودش را دارد که نه تخصص من است و نه غرض از این نوشتار. آنچه که برای من به خصوص جالب هست، تقابل با مرگ خواهی‌ در سطح فردی است، و اینکه با همه میراث فرهنگی‌ و تاریخی‌ و اقتصادی در پایان در سطح فردی چه مسٔولیتی در قبل مواجهه با این میل به مرگ داریم.

- چند شب قبل سر کلاس فرانسه یه ربع وقت اضافه اومد، معلم پرسید که دوست دارید چیکار کنیم، می‌خواهید برید یا می‌‌مونید بازی می‌کنیم. رای من رفتن بود، اما متاسفانه (!)  قرار به ماندن شد. معلم پیشنهاد داد که بازی شبیه “دار زدن مرد” (hangman) بکنیم*. بعد سریع اضافه کرد که البته نه خود اون بازی، چون بازی خشنی هست و اثر بد بر روی ذهن میذاره! به جاش بیاید جلوی رویدن یه گل هرز رو بگیریم.

- من تمام اون دقایق به فکر بودم که ای کاش معلم کلاس اول من هم (که هرجا هست به سلامت باشد) هم اینقدر به اثر خشونت بر ذهن من حساس بود.‌ای کاش همه کسانی‌ که من رو تربیت کردن هم اینقدر به خشونت حساسیت داشتن. از اون مهمتر،‌ای کاش من خودم اینقدر حساسیت داشتم به اینکه همین کارهای معمولی‌ چه اثری بر ذهن من خواهد داشت.

- وقتی‌ از مسئولیت فردی در مقابل مرگ خواهی‌ صحبت می‌کنم، دقیقا منظورم چیزی شبیه رفتار معلم من است. یعنی‌ با نگاه نقادانه واکاوی کردن و پالوده کردن المان‌هایی‌ از زندگی‌ که آلوده به مرگ خواهی‌ هستند، بدون در نظر گرفتن اینکه اون المان چه قدر بدیهی‌ است و اینکه اثر اون المان چه قدر ناچیز هست و یا اینکه در نهیات چه قدر در شرایط آرومی‌ زندگی‌ می‌کنید.

- این روز‌ها خیلی‌ میشوم کسانی‌ رو که از خشونت رژیم عصبانی‌ هستند و میل به رفتار‌های خشن تر پیدا کرده اند. من به عنوان کسی‌ که بیرون گود نشستم خیلی‌ حق اظهار نظر ندارم، ولی‌‌ای کاش این دوستان بدونن در دوری از خشونت قدرتی‌ هست که در خشونت نیست. و اگر حرکت مردم اعتباری داره به همین دوری از خشونت هست. من می‌خوام بگم حتا بهتر است به جای “مرگ بر دیکتاتور” بگیم “نه به دیکتاتور”. اگر عکس دیکتاتور را میاریم پایین لگد نکنیم، بلکه اون رو فقط یه گوشه بندازیم. اگر طرف مقابل ما آماده کشتن است ما لا عقل مشروعیت کشتن رو ازش بگیریم. آثاری که ویدئو کمک مردم به پلیس زخمی دارد با کشتن ۱۰۰ پلیس هم حاصل نمی‌شود. البته اضافه کنم، بدنه جنبش با چنان خردی رفتار میکنه که واقعا مثال زدنی‌ است و خشوع بر انگیز.

- پس نوشتار: امشب محمد مظاهری عزیز لطف کرد عکس‌هایی‌ از جشن دانش آموخته گی لیسانس گذاشت، کلی‌ من رو برد به قدیما. یاد ایام و دوستان پلی تکنیک یاد باد.

* – hangman یه بازی با کلمات هست که باید با چند تا حدس یه کلمه رو حدس زد، با هر اشتباه قسمتی‌ از تصویر مرد بالای داره کاملتر میشه و با تکمیل تصویر مرد دار زده میشه و بازی تموم میشه. (این رو واسه دوستانی مثل خودم میگم!)

“Mommy?” A little voice woke Mother out of her reverie. “Mommy?”

“Yes, dear.” Her voice was shaking. Stop that!

She looked up desperately at Hangman, but his eyes were dead and cold.

“Yes, dear.” She managed a small smile. That’s better. Still a little shaky though.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It’ll only hurt for a second, I promise.”

“Where’s Daddy? I want Daddy.”

“He’s got to work, sweetie.” He’s right behind you, if only you could see him. Please, Hangman. Not this. Please?

“But I don’t like getting shots.”

“It’s okay, sweetie, I know what I’m doing.” Oh, do I ever. Please?

Numb, she prepared the first needle.

“Who’s first?”

“I will. He’s too chicken.” Angel hadn’t spoken all day.

“Am not!”

“Am too!”

“Are too.” He said it with extra emphasis.

Angel made a face at her brother.

“I’m still going first.”

Mother held her daughter’s arm and found the vein she needed.

“Will you tell me about your day at school, honey?”

“Okay. Miss Holland told us a really funny story today about a panda in a zoo. ‘Cause the panda wanted …”

She was in full medical mode now. Nothing could stop her. She reached for the needle.

“… Mommy?”

“Don’t worry, honey, it won’t hurt too much. Look, your sister will show you.”

“Mommy?”

“It’s okay, honey, let me do my job.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes! What is it?”

“Why are you crying, Mommy?”

Mother put the needle down and felt her cheek. It was damp. She wiped off her hand and grabbed the needle purposefully.

“Nothing, sweetie. I just wish your father could be here. Now let me do my job.” I love you, my darlings.

From behind the children, Hangman laughed.

I hate you, she told him. I hate you.

Mother left the room alone.

***

“Hello, love!”

A ridiculous giggle came bubbling up from Mother’s insides. She shut the door on it and went to greet her husband.

“Hello.” She gave him her best smile.

He dropped his coat on his briefcase and made her smile wider.

Letting her go, he looked up the stairs. “Where are those infernal children?”

“They have swimming lessons today, honey. You know that.”

“Thank God. I don’t think I could stand them right now. I’ve seen nothing but kids and needles all day.”

“Don’t say that, sweetie.”

He grabbed her waist and drew her towards the closed door.

“But as long as they aren’t here …”

“Mmm …” She drew away quickly, her voice suddenly very even. “I made a roast, and there’s baked potatoes and beans from the garden. Could you fix the wall hanging in the living room? It’s been driving me quite mad all day. Oh, and the kids have to be picked up before we eat.”

The disappointment on his face quickly gave way to tolerant amusement.

“Yes, dear.” He headed to his workshop. “Let me just get a hammer.”

Oh, and Hangman? Don’t forget to take out the trash. The kitchen reeks of unwanted leftovers.

Riiiing.

Mother doubled over. What is that noise? Somebody stop it!

Riiiing.

Why won’t it stop?

Riiii-

There was a pause. Mother stood up, wiped her hands on her skirt, and checked on dinner.

“Honey?”

She could feel each thud of his torturously slow ascent.

“Honey? Did you know that the kids didn’t get to swimming today?”

“What?” Of course they didn’t, Hangman. Everything happened just as you planned.

“Yeah, the instructor just called, wondering if we’d forgotten to bring them.”

“Well, no … it’s right next door – they walk there themselves now. They’re old enough.”

“Well they didn’t go.”

“Well, they certainly didn’t come here.”

“Well, what now?”

Mother looked around for something to say and found it in the window. Security.

“Call the police?”

“There must be someone else we can call first.”

“Call the other parents.”

Mother went through the address book and found the little slip of paper.

“The Thompsons?” Her finger slid over the names. “Should I call the Thompsons?”

“Call everyone.”

Yes, Hangman. Let’s cover your tracks. Together. As a family.

Another of those silly giggles erupted from her belly and she threw herself into a fit of coughing.

“Are you alright, sweetie? Here, let me call.”

Sure, Hangman. You be the good, worried parent. You call. I will make dinner for our family of four and act like I don’t know what you’ve done to my babies.

She put the potatoes and the roast in the oven to keep warm and returned to her bedroom. The closed door was a comfort, but Hangman was with her always. She couldn’t look in his eyes anymore. All she saw was the needle.

Why, Hangman? Why them? Why us?

She picked up Lamb’s blankie as though she had never seen it before.

Why me?

She dried her eyes with the backs of her hands and stole out of the room, the now slightly damp rag in her hand.

Time to hide the evidence, Hangman. Into the bag it goes.

“What are you doing in the hallway, honey?”

She stood very still, staring at the door to the outside.

“Honey, I called everyone. I don’t think they’re coming home.”

He turned her away from the door and they walked past the bedroom into the kitchen.

“I’ve called the cops. Let’s try to eat something before they get here, okay?”

Yes, dear. Hangman always knows what’s best.

***

“I’m going to have to take that blanket, ma’am. It’s evidence.” The officer spoke softly, but Mother continued to bawl into the blanket.

“Here. Take it. Take my husband too, the bastard.”

“Now, ma’am, we have no proof yet, so let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“He killed my babies!” Hangman killed my babies!

The officer sighed and sealed the plastic bag.

“We’ll be doing what we can, ma’am. Your husband will be going with us. We’re going to have to keep searching the house, though – Is there a place you can stay?”

Mother mumbled something about a sister uptown, and the officer left her alone.

You always did hate my babies.

Another giggle started up from deep within her and she hid her face in her hands until she was quite sure she was alone. Then she threw her head back and laughed as loudly as she dared until the laughing frightened her so that she began to giggle nervously, staring at the closed door in front of her.

Hangman, you frighten me. Leave me be!

After all I’ve done, what do you need now?

He reached towards her, arms offering.

There was something in his hands, but she dared not look.

Hangman, Hangman, let me be.

Say the noose is not for me.

Hangman, Hangman, go away.

Tell me you aren’t here to stay.

Sway.

The swaying motion soothed Mother as she stood. She was dancing, now. Now he was twirling her, now dipping, now lifting, lifting, higher – too high. Her feet were off the ground, but the swaying didn’t end. He muffled her words with his own and she swayed into a deep rest.

My babies …

Hangman left the room alone.

1D. AMRITSAR                                                               2D. AUSTRALIA
3A. JAIPUR                                                                     4D. ROME
5A. SCOTLAND                                                              6D. PHILADELPHIA
7D. KOREA                                                                      8A. OXFORD
9A. BAHRAIN                                                                10A. MUMBAI
10D. MOSCOW                                                                11D. BELGIUM
12D. IRELAND                                                               13D. CANADA
14D. AFRICA                                                                  15A. VENICE
16A. THAILAND

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 06 NOV 2009

1D. SAMPRAS                                     2D. FEDERER

3A. ANDRE                                          4A. RAFAEL

4D. RODDICK                                      5D. STEFAN

6A. HEWITT                                       6D. HENMAN

7A. BECKER                                        8A. NOVAK

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 03 NOV 2009

COTD : Wonderful Wednesday – Quick Crossword

The Giant Travel Quiz

1D. FRENCH
2A. RUGBY
3D. WRIST
4A. CAROL
5A. MINT
5D. MARCH
6D. GUIDE
7A. RIP
8D. PEN
9A. HANDLE

DAILY C2W ANSWERS 02 NOV 2009

1D. GOLDILOCKS                                                             2A. WOLF
3D. FROG                                                                            4A. RED
5A. ALICE                                                                          6D. SEVEN
7A. BEAST                                                                         8D. APPLE
9D. TURTLE                                                                      10A.GRETEL
11A. PIPER                                                                       12A. CINDERELLA

DAILY C2W ANSWER 31 OCTOBER

In colonial Sydney there were many unpleasant jobs one could do in public service.  Convict labour was used for all manner of things in the town, from making roads, to cutting stone, to hauling timber.  Convicts were used to keep the peace, inflict the floggings and, if necessary end the sentence permanently.  The executioner in Sydney, a job guaranteed to make you the most despised person in town, was a job for a convict.

Sydney’s most (in)famous executioner served the crown from 1828 until 1855, hanging 490 people during his career.  Alexander Green was the son of a circus performer, arriving as a convict in Sydney in 1824 and gaining a pardon in 1825 when he worked as an official scourger, swinging the lash at his fellow convicts.  In 1828 he took the job as public executioner for Sydney Town and NSW, a position he held until 1855. 

Green worked from the old gaol in George Street, where the condemned were hung in public in front of an appreciative crowd, as well as travelling to regional areas to carry out his ghoulish work. 

He was quite good, with few botched jobs.  He was instantly recognisable with a garish scar down his face where he had been hit with an axe. He also drank and was abusive, two traits that had him arrested more than once. 

During his working life, Green was involved in 37 multiple executions where four or more were hung at once.  The most was 11 in October 1828.  Another was when he travelled to Norfolk Island to hang 13 mutinous convicts in two days.

One of the convict mutineers who didn’t hang was John Knatchbull.  Knatchbull had been a gentleman, born to a Knight and served as a captain in the British navy during the Napoleonic wars.  Down on his luck after his discharge, Knatchbull was convicted of stealing with force and arms in 1824 and sentenced to transportation for 14 years. 

He earned a ticket of leave for apprehending eight runaways, but was back in, after being caught with a forged cheque in 1831.  Sentenced to hang, he was instead sent to Norfolk Island for seven years, where he was one of the ring leaders of the mutiny.  As the only qualified sea captain, he was to sail the mutineers to freedom. 

However, as things turned bad, Knatchbull turned to informer, saving his own neck while letting the rest drop.  No doubt he watched as Green came ashore and dispatched his comrades. 

Knatchbull survived Norfolk Island, returning to Sydney in 1839; finally receiving his ticket-of-leave a second time in July 1843.  Not six months later he was charged with the murder of Mrs Ellen Jamieson after being found in her house with her purse and her body.

Knatchbull pleaded insane, the first time this defence had been used in the British law system.  It wasn’t successful and he was once again sentenced to hang.

In February 1844, in front of a crowd of 5000 (including an estimated 2000 women and children), Knatchbull and Green met once more.  This time there was no escape.  Knatchbull went to the gallows outside the gaol wall at Darlinghurst so the crowd could see.

Green lasted another 11 years until, deemed insane, he was committed to Tarban Creek Asylum where he died, mad, in 1879.

Knatchbull hangs in front of 5000

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