My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 149

Episode Date: November 18, 2019

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It's stories, it's hometowns, it's now it's turned into a whole other thing of just tell us about family members that you want us, that you think we should know about. What's your favorite story? It could be about anything. It could be the little red hen, remember that one chicken that did all the work? Yeah, yeah. Do that. My family's was Choo-Chi-Chuck and Hachi-Chi-Chi-Chuck, I was telling you about that.

Say the names again. Choo-Chi-Chuck and Hachi-Chi-Chi-Chuck. And who were these people again? I think they were little chickens that lived on a farm, that's what my grandma told me. Okay. But my whole family, like that's the story we were told us growing up. So was it hardstark side or your mom's side? My mom's side.

So was it lower, like they made the story up or was it an actual like folktale? Someone tell me, it might be an old Yiddish folktale. Have you ever heard of Choo-Chi-Chuck or Hachi-Chi-Chi-Chuck? Well, let us know. Let us know. At myfavorimurder.org. Please. Okay.

You go first. Are we ready? Ready. Now, these ones are Ireland, right? These are Ireland and UK, I went from Manchester, because we're going to be in the UK and Ireland, is coming this week. Very soon. Yeah.

So there's live shows. Go to myfavorimurder.com, check out if we have tickets left or not. And then if you have any civic issues, go to myfavorimurder.gov. That's right. Okay. So my, this first one at the subject line is fucked up hometown murder rural Ireland. Great. This is what we're here for.

Howdy ho partners. In an Irish accent though, like in an Irish accent. Oh, howdy ho partners. So that was terrible. It says, I'm from Ireland, so I don't know why I did that. I'm just very excited to be emailing ye a long one, but worth it. I am from a all caps tiny place where there has never been any crime until this happened. Anyway, in December, in early December of 1998, a 17 year old girl was brutally raped

and murdered and her body was found later the following day on a nearby beach by a man walking his dog. She had been driving around with her friends and when she decided she needed to go to the bathroom and tried one of the local pubs. But because she was underage and the pub was closing, they wouldn't let her in a mistake. I'm sure that haunts them to this day. She told her friends that she would walk to a nearby chip shop and try there. And that was the last time she was seen alive.

She was walking toward the chipper, a local man who she would have known because everyone knows everyone around here in his late 20s stopped and asked if she needed a lift. She said yes innocently and got in. I don't know the exact details of what went on in the car, but I do know that she went on a drive and somewhere along the way must have realized what was going to happen to her. He brought her to a local very secluded beach near his home and proceeded to rape her with an object and must have beaten her pretty badly and left her there hoping for the tide

to take her out. Luckily it didn't. Her cause of death was put down as drowning and compression of the neck. The man went back to the local nightclub in a different outfit and started fighting with people to cause a scene so that he could use it as his alibi. He was taken in for questioning and the guards found fibers from her cardigan and socks on his jumper and in his car. He was sentenced in 2001 to life in prison for her murder plus another 10 years for her

rape. He is still in prison today, but rumors swirl around every year that he will be getting out soon. Be sexy and don't get murdered for the love of God if a young girl needs to use the bathroom. Just let them do it and don't let your friends go off on their own. Love the show. Keep doing what you do. It makes me laugh and cry and allows me to ignore people.

Bye. Oh my God. There's no name. That may be the heaviest one we were started with. Yeah. Why not get into it? This is what Ireland is all about. They tell you the truth.

They tell you the whole story and guess what, God damn it. Terrible accent. Not drunk. Oh, Jesus. Drunk Irish Karen. I'm going to have to be hypnotized back into a recitative state. All right. That's not a word.

Yes, it is. Is it? Isn't it? How do we know? This one's called Creepy Christmas. Hi, Karen. Georgia. An assorted fluff balls.

No. Love it. I've not got a murder story for you. I've not got a murder story for you. This is from Manchester. I've not got a murder story for you, but have a messed up story my dad told me which I just have to share. I'm from Manchester in the UK and my dad was a sergeant for Greater Manchester Police.

Yes. His job always sounded so interesting and I'm sure that's where my love of true crime came from. Anyway, my real story is about a Christmas party from my dad's earlier days on the force when I was just a baby. Dad had drawn the short straw and had a work Christmas day. Normally, Christmas day, call outs for the usual family fallouts over burnt turkeys and there was always one woman who tried to chop off her husband's dong because he'd bought

her an iron for Christmas. And then she said, I mean, I'd be pissed too, but that's a bit too far. This one call out was about suspicious activity at the local funeral home. Creepy already, right? Mm-hmm. So my dad and his partner go to investigate the building and see that the lights are on and they can hear Christmas music playing pretty loudly as they walk into the morgue in the basement.

They find the mortician sat at a table enjoying his Christmas lunch with a bunch of dead bodies propped up. No. And then all caps and wearing freaking Christmas hats. Oh no. The guy had no family, so decided to spend the day with the guys from work. No. Quote.

No, they're not. No, they're not the guys from work. I'm not even sure what law this breaks, but hopefully a shit ton. I know the guy lost his job, but I have no idea what happened after that. My dad always loved sharing his weird ass stories and was definitely a secret murderer now. Even though he passed away a couple of years ago, the family keep retelling his stories and it's a great way to keep him with us as well as creep out new people. Yes.

Which he totally would have loved. Hope you all enjoy the weirdness, stay sexy, and don't get murdered at Christmas, Amy. Amy, oh my God. Just the vision of that. Yeah, because coming up on it, hearing the music first, there is something very sinister about Christmas music. Yeah. It's that kind of thing of like, it's only good, you can't.

Especially when it's like too loud. Yes. Like inappropriate loud Christmas music is a horror movie. It already, it just sets the perfect scene of I'm so creeped out and it's just jingle bells. I can't hear you. Jingle bells is too loud. What are you saying?

I think the law, isn't the law like defiling a corpse? Yes, definitely. There's definitely got to be. There's definitely. Because you probably have to have some kind of certificate or something to work there. Were you promised, promise not to do bad things? Not to be a fucking, not to hurt. Great.

Okay. So the subject line of this one is, times my mother almost killed us, Ireland edition. Yes. This is what we've been waiting for. Hi Elvis, Mimi, Dottie, Frank, George, and Steph. Amazing. Really executed. Long time listener.

Here answering the call for times our mother almost killed us. There were many times we just about escaped with our lives growing up in the 70s and 80s. But here are two stories that were a bit too close for comfort. In the mid 70s, my mom was driving up the street in our local town on her way to do the weekly food shop. My older brothers aged two and three at the time were bobbing around in the back seat with neither a car seat nor a seat belt between them. What for?

They could let them be free. Mom noticed it had gone suspiciously quiet all of a sudden. So she glanced over her shoulder only to see one of the back doors wide open and no sign of the two year old. The three year old, his arch nemesis was sitting looking upwards, practically whistling. My mom slammed on the brakes, swung around, drove back the way they came. And there was the two year old sitting in the middle of the road covered in blood. One quick trip to the dock later to confirm it was all superficial and the skin on his

face would grow back and then straight home to lock the child back door. Oh my God. And then straight home to child lock the back doors. Wow. So now onto my story. When I was five, I was playing in the garden by myself. My mom was indoors washing up when something told her to check on me, a miracle as she never checked on me.

When she went out there, I was hanging by the neck from an excess piece of cord from the washing line. Oh my God. I had started turning blue, but was still conscious. She couldn't free me, so she had to run indoors to get a knife to cut me down. Holy shit. We sat on the lawn all afternoon as she hadn't the strength in her legs to walk back from the shock.

Dude. The only thing I remember from it is having to wear a giant polo neck all summer to hide the mark around my neck. I'm getting chills. Also, I love, I mean, I know it's because she doesn't remember, but it's like, how'd you get up there? What were you doing? Right.

Why was this the situation we were in? Sure. Um, these are just two of the many near-death experiences I remember as I helicopter my own parents net on my own children. Yeah, you do. Always. Oh, anyways, stay sexy and don't hang out on washing lines. Martina.

Wow. Oh, those are maybe two of the worst ones in one story. Yeah. Pushed his brother. A three-year-old pushed a two-year-old out of the car. Yeah. That's... And then like, um, like in Raising Arizona, flip around and go back and the kid's just

sitting in the middle of the road. That was like two of the best in one, like short and sweet. Yes. Okay. And horrifying. I have one along the same lines. Okay. It's called tender baby kebab slash 911 operator.

Oh, no. And then the greeting is, all. Yeah. Finally. All. I used to be a 999. That's 911 in British, as you know. Operator when I was in my early 20s, based in Glasgow, Scotland, where I still live.

We took calls from all over the UK for particular cell phone companies. So you never knew what kind, what you were getting into. Wait. So you never knew what you were going to get. About 90% of calls were pocket dials or old people looking for a chat, but some of the real calls stuck in my mind nearly 20 years later, and the most recent minisode brought this one flooding back to me. Unfortunately.

Oh, no. Once afternoon, I took a call from a very calm English lady asking for an ambulance. My role was to connect her to someone at the ambulance service and then stay mutely on the line to make sure the dispatcher got all the information they needed. Sometimes it was an interesting call. We'd linger to hear the details, which is how it came to hear the following. The dispatcher asked the lady what had happened, and she very calmly said that her two-year-old son had been helping her in the kitchen as they were baking some cakes.

He was standing on a chair, then it says, all caps, red flag, with a wooden spoon in his hand, then it says, red flag, and being a teething toddler, when he inevitably slipped, the spoon went, all caps, straight through the roof of his mouth, and was now lodged there. Oh, no. That's right, a tender baby kabob. No. The ambulance dispatcher remarked that she was very calm, and she said, oh, I know, it'll

be fine as long as I don't look inside. The kid wasn't even crying and seemed to be supremely unconcerned by what was happening. By this time, I could hear the ambulance arriving, so we had to hang up, and I often wonder what happened next, but the image has never left me, and it makes me wince every now and then. I'll tell you about the time I heard a guy getting shot in a supermarket parking lot and had to give a witness statement for another time. Wow. Stay sexy, and for the love of God, don't suck on the end of a kitchen utensil.

Claire. Claire is so right. Claire, about 100%. I bet you that baby wasn't crying because the grandma wasn't freaking out. That's how they do it. If you've ever seen that, where a little kid falls down, and then people who aren't used to kids go, oh, that's me, I get freaked out, and they're like, chill the fuck out or the baby's going to freak out.

Nora one time, I remember her being like two, and she hit her head really hard. She was walking and hit her head really hard against the wall, and I go, oh, no, like that. And she goes, I know, I had to be more careful. It was the cutest thing where I was like, I was just trying to do it to make it like, that's too bad. But no, like, we don't need to cry about it. She was like self-analyzing what needs to happen next. Looking for a better cooking routine?

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Download the app today. Okay, the subject line of this was, I thought I was going to get murdered on my way to Loch Ness. Yes. Hello MFM crew and animals. Here and Karen talk about Nessie and the spooky Halloween episode reminded me of an incident that happened to me in Scotland. I went to Scotland last year to fulfill my grandfather's dream of visiting the ruins

of our ancestral castle, Jesus, Cad Zow castle, which he hadn't been able to do because of his poor health. I had a great time while I was there and of course I took a tour up to Loch Ness. Loch Ness is gorgeous, but a lot smaller than you might think. While it's certainly very dark, long and deep, it's also very narrow. Loch Ness is the lake itself, right? Yes. Okay.

The word lock is Scottish for lake. Oh, got it. You can always see the other side of the lock as you drive along the shore. Pretty. I took a cruise on the lock, but there was no Nessie sightings on the sonar. Just past Lenco on our way up to Loch Ness, our tour guide pulled the small 12-seater bus off the small winding mountain road into the long driveway of a construction site in the middle of nowhere.

He said he was making an unplanned stop that he didn't usually make and told us all to stay on the bus while he got out. Run. I just seemed really excited, but I was looking out the window at the three construction dudes carrying shovels walking towards our bus and thinking, well, it's a good thing my travel insurance will pay to repatriate my remains if these guys murder us. Oh my God. There's got to be someone thinking of reality.

Yeah. Hi, it's me. Hi, it's all of us. Suddenly everyone else started gasping and screaming, so I turned to look out the other window to see what they were looking at. Our tour guide had managed to coax three wild deer over to our bus, and we all got out to feed them carrots and bread. They were gentle and gorgeous.

It's an experience I'll never forget, and I'm really glad our tour guide didn't turn out to be a murderer. Stay sexy and trust that if a tour guide was homicidal, the company he works for probably wouldn't have a 4.5-star review rating online. No name. Oh, I love it. It's amazing. Oh, I love it.

Oh, how fun. People are screaming about deer. Yeah. Oh man, I thought those shovels would come back into play. For sure. I thought they didn't. All right. This one is called, well, I'm just going to say it's called A Story from a Feminist

Museum. Okay. Hi, Karen and Georgia. Hi. Hi. I was excited to listen to MiniSoat 89 and hear your call out for objects from museum workers. Yes.

And then your latest episode that asks for stories of cat-saving people, because if there's a Venn diagram of the two, this is it. Yes. The UK's only accredited museum dedicated to women's history, Glasgow Women's Library. Nice. The name is a bit of a misnomer because although we are a library, we're also a museum and archive, and we specialize in celebrating the lives, histories, and achievements of women in a very intersectional feminist way, but anyone is welcome to visit.

We are based in Glasgow, but we work across Scotland and welcome visitors from around the world. The object I'm sending you is a story of a cat-saving someone, which I know you'll all enjoy. It's a newspaper clipping that was unearthed from our archive during a recent project looking at the work of Scottish women's aid, a groundbreaking movement working to challenge and prevent domestic abuse. The clipping was found by our archivist, Elizabeth, and has become a firm favorite here at GWL.

Someone must have kept the clipping when recording incidents of violence against women, but luckily, this particular woman had Max the cat on her side, so I'm going to read to the clipping right now. Oh, shit. Clipping reads, cat thwarts attack on owner. Max the cat thwarted a sex attacker, sinking his claws into the face of a man who attempted to assault his owner as she walked along a pathway. The cat was trotting behind his mistress in Bracknell, Berkshire, when the attack took

place. Police are looking for a man with deep scratches in his face. I don't know where it's from, but isn't it amazing? First of all, the cat's following the owner like a dog. Yes. I don't know, they're going on a nighttime walk, also my grandma used to say to Elvis when we lived with her, go to your mistress, she'd call me his mistress. I love that.

Go to your mistress, stop bugging me for chicken. That's sweet. Yeah. I love it. And then it says, we don't know if the attacker was ever caught, but we hope Max's savage attack meant that someone was able to identify him. This is just one of the many objects we have, and I think that the work we do is up the street of every murderer now, we're working to eradicate the gender gap that continues

to widespread inequalities in Scotland and we provide a safe, welcoming space. We're always trying to get the word out about what we do and ignore the haters who believe our work to be unnecessary due to equality being a thing we've already achieved. Where do they live? I want to go there. White man land. Sounds like. On extremely tight budgets, but last September we celebrated our 27th birthday and we built

ourselves up from being a totally volunteer run place to having a staff of 21 badass women who do everything from working with adult literacy learners to commissioning artists and cataloging books with our own feminist catalog system to tweeting and Instagraming all that amazing work that they do. That's me. Keep up the great work and come and visit next time you're in Glasgow, Hannah. Amazing. Yeah.

That sounds so cool. So let me say what it's called again. It's called the Glasgow Women's Library. Yeah. But they're not just a library, but they do so much more. Thanks for sending that in. Thank you. This episode brought to you by the Glasgow Women's Library, the Glasgow Women's Library,

where everybody has the greatest accent you've ever heard and they will go drink with you. They always have new haircuts. That's right. We got to give them a shout out when we're in Glasgow for a live show. For sure. Who is it? Are they here? Glasgow Women's Library, bitches!

When I lived in Glasgow, that was my favorite thing is every woman had perfect hair that was overtly like dyed or treated in some way and there were hair salons. I'm not kidding. Like three a block. Wow. There was so many hair salons and it made me so happy for some reason. It's just like women here are just like, I'm getting my shit taken care of on the daily. Yeah.

Don't worry about it. Yeah. And I'll go over there. If I don't get it right over here. And then I'm going to go to the Glasgow Women's Library and fucking be politically active and aware. That's right. I love it.

It's always my favorite murder at GMO and come and see us in Ireland in the UK. That's right. And stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Goodbye. And I'll see you in the next video.