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Speaker 1: be hard to stand out in Wiltsha. Back in nineteen
Speaker 1: sixty five, however, the town of Warminster gave it a
Speaker 1: could try. Perhaps the lines of it being an unusual
Speaker 1: place had always been there. It is said that Clay Hill,
Speaker 1: for example, a prominent vantage point just to the west
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Speaker 1: dug up a mound of earth to bury the nearby
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Speaker 1: not to bother, the mound was left behind. Some also
Speaker 1: say the Golden Ram of Satan, a supposed talisman that
Speaker 1: once belonged to the devil, is located inside, and that
Speaker 1: a triangular network of tunnels built for an unknown purpose
Speaker 1: lead from the cellar of a nearby tavern directly into
Speaker 1: the center of it. Once, as writer Steve Dewey notes
Speaker 1: in his book in Alien Heat, prominent Warminster journalist Arthur
Speaker 1: Shuttlewood wrote about the urban myth in a leading paper,
Speaker 1: only for the owner of the pub in question, the
Speaker 1: Royal Oak, to then contact him with a peculiar story
Speaker 1: of his own. There was indeed a tunnel located under
Speaker 1: the pub, he explained, but he'd never given it much
Speaker 1: thought until then, when, not long after the article was published,
Speaker 1: he was apparently visited by a mysterious stranger. When the tall,
Speaker 1: thin man with fanatical dark eyes, as he described him,
Speaker 1: asked to see the tunnels, the landlord kindly led him
Speaker 1: to the basement to inspect them, at which point the
Speaker 1: man requested permission to excavate behind a wall that led
Speaker 1: to the tunnel. When the landlord asked why, the man
Speaker 1: replied simply that he needed access to Clay Hill to
Speaker 1: reclaim the golden ram that was buried underneath it. Upologist
Speaker 1: John Cleary Baker had his own theory about the hill,
Speaker 1: believing that somehow an alien species had injected a homing
Speaker 1: beacon into it so their UFOs could be guided toward
Speaker 1: the area. It was an idea borne out of the
Speaker 1: extraordinary series of events that occurred in and around Wominster
Speaker 1: in the mid nineteen sixties that, without a doubt, for
Speaker 1: one of the most bizarre and comprehensive UFO flaps in
Speaker 1: British history. You're listening to Unexplained, and I am Richard
Speaker 1: McClean smith. It had just gone six am on the
Speaker 1: morning of December twenty fifth, nineteen sixty five, when thirty
Speaker 1: three year old Marjorie By stepped out of her front door,
Speaker 1: her breath billowing about her in the chilly morning air.
Speaker 1: A boundless sea of stars glimmered in the sky above
Speaker 1: as she pulled her coat in and set off toward
Speaker 1: the church, the heels of her shoes echoing along the quiet,
Speaker 1: deserted streets as she went. When something caught her attention,
Speaker 1: like a faint harm at first, it soon morphed into
Speaker 1: an ominous crackling noise, coming from somewhere in the distance,
Speaker 1: as if a lorry were spreading grit nearby only the
Speaker 1: one vehicles on the road. In fact, Marjorie was completely
Speaker 1: alone on those empty streets. But as the sound drew nearer,
Speaker 1: she soon realized it wasn't coming from down the road.
Speaker 1: It was coming from somewhere above. Marjorie looked up expectantly
Speaker 1: as the sound moved closer, straining for a glimpse of
Speaker 1: whatever was making the noise, but saw only the stars above.
Speaker 1: Suddenly gripped by fear, Marjorie could only stand rooted to
Speaker 1: the spot as the strange, menacing sound passed right over
Speaker 1: her head, a thunderous rattling, as if the very air
Speaker 1: above her was being ripped apart, until finally it was
Speaker 1: gone and faded away into the night. With her legs trembling,
Speaker 1: Marjorie finally managed to place one foot in front of
Speaker 1: the other and hurried on to the church in desperate
Speaker 1: need of shelter. But almost actly the same time, in
Speaker 1: another part of the town, Roger Rump, the town's postmaster,
Speaker 1: was sat having breakfast in his kitchen when he too
Speaker 1: became aware of a low hum. Seconds later, he was
Speaker 1: cowering in his own home when a terrifying clatter rang
Speaker 1: out from somewhere above the house, sounding, as he said later,
Speaker 1: as if the roof tiles were being rattled about and
Speaker 1: plucked off by some tremendous force. It was followed moments
Speaker 1: later by a strange scrambling sound, as if the same
Speaker 1: tiles were then being hurriedly slammed back into place. When
Speaker 1: the disturbance was over, Roger raced into the street, relieved
Speaker 1: to find his house was still intact, but no sign
Speaker 1: of whatever could have possibly caused such a racket. And
Speaker 1: there he stood in the quiet of the early morning,
Speaker 1: scratching his head, gazing up at the sky under the
Speaker 1: soft light of all those many glimmering stars. Over the
Speaker 1: next few months, down at the offices of the Warminster
Speaker 1: Journal on a market place, the phone didn't stop ringing
Speaker 1: as more and more residents called in to report being
Speaker 1: terrorized by the strange, ominous noise. Most calls were directed
Speaker 1: to Arthur Shuttlewood, a well known local journalist at the time.
Speaker 1: Though originally from Essex, the forty four year old Arthur
Speaker 1: had moved to Warminster in nineteen forty to start work
Speaker 1: at the Wiltshire Times. Arthur moved to the Warminster Journal
Speaker 1: ten years later, and having once served on the town's
Speaker 1: Urban District Council, by nineteen sixty five he was well
Speaker 1: established as a much liked and trusted member of the community.
Speaker 1: Arthur was immediately intrigued by the reports and dedicated what
Speaker 1: time he could to collating as much testimony as possible,
Speaker 1: but as interesting as it all was, aside from the
Speaker 1: frequency and similarity of the reports, there was very little
Speaker 1: for him to sink his teeth into. But all that
Speaker 1: was about to change. At some time around eleven p m.
Speaker 1: On the night of March twenty eighth, local resident Eric
Speaker 1: Payne left his girlfriend's house in Sutton Veni, a small
Speaker 1: village about a mile to the south of Warminster, and
Speaker 1: set off on the short walk back to town. Leaving
Speaker 1: the pale sodium glow of the village street lights, Eric
Speaker 1: stepped on into the dark country lane ahead as a
Speaker 1: thick fog began to roll in, and before long it
Speaker 1: had completely surrounded him, even blotting out the sky above.
Speaker 1: As Eric plowed on, he could just make out the
Speaker 1: hazy lights of the next village when he heard a
Speaker 1: whistling noise that steadily grew into a loud buzzing like
Speaker 1: the hum of electricity. Assuming it was coming from a
Speaker 1: nearby telegraph pole, Eric moved over to inspect it when
Speaker 1: he sensed a dimming of the moonlight. Looking up, he
Speaker 1: could just make out a small shadow moved moving through
Speaker 1: the fog. Above him, a vicious wind whipped across the road,
Speaker 1: and then came the noise, like nuts and bolts rattling
Speaker 1: around a tin can, he later said, swirling all about him.
Speaker 1: Eric stood in terror as a strange sensation of heat
Speaker 1: and pins and needles began to build all over his body,
Speaker 1: followed by a strange pressure from above. Unable to resist it,
Speaker 1: Eric was horrified to find himself being pushed to the
Speaker 1: ground by an invisible force, onto his hands and knees.
Speaker 1: With the shrill whine of that hideous noise buzzing in
Speaker 1: his ears, it was all he could do to drag
Speaker 1: himself to the side of the road and throw himself
Speaker 1: down into the grass. And then as quickly as it
Speaker 1: had begun, it was gone. A deeply shocked and rattled
Speaker 1: Eric dragged himself to his feet and stood for a
Speaker 1: moment in a daze, staring in amusement at the trees
Speaker 1: by the side of the road. Their tops had been
Speaker 1: completely flattened. It was Warminster resident Hilda Hebdage who finally
Speaker 1: saw it first, a cigar shaped object in the sky
Speaker 1: over the forest of Long Leap, just to the west
Speaker 1: of Warminster, that winked vivid shades of gold and yellow.
Speaker 1: As was recounted to Arthur Shuttlewood, Hilda had apparently seen
Speaker 1: the object three times before contacting a UFO group she knew,
Speaker 1: who in turn passed on the information to Arthur, each
Speaker 1: time hovering for a moment, she said before shooting off
Speaker 1: into the blue. It was the beginning of Arthur's intense
Speaker 1: association with the phenomenon, as he threw what weight he
Speaker 1: had behind the reports. Then, on June third, nineteen sixty six,
Speaker 1: three separate sightings from completely unrelated sources, the Philips family
Speaker 1: in Haytesbury see a brightly cigar shaped object hanging in
Speaker 1: the sky, while Dora and Harold Horlock, seeing it from
Speaker 1: their home in Warminster, described it as being like two
Speaker 1: red hot pokers hanging downwards, one on top of the other,
Speaker 1: with a black space in between them. And At Sheer Water,
Speaker 1: a human made lake about a mile south of Warminster,
Speaker 1: resident Colinhampton was so distracted by the bizarre object he
Speaker 1: saw that he fell into the water. He was just
Speaker 1: one of seventeen individuals at the lake that day who
Speaker 1: claimed to have seen it too. With the number of
Speaker 1: sightings continuing to grow throughout the summer, it was clear
Speaker 1: to Arthur that something very peculiar indeed was taking place
Speaker 1: in the area, with what had first started out as
Speaker 1: an ominous, unsettling sound now having solidified into something else entirely.
Speaker 1: The locals had a name for it too, the Warminster Thing,
Speaker 1: and perhaps with good reason, it was starting to worry them.
Speaker 1: On the evening of August seventeenth, David Pinnell was at
Speaker 1: home on the Boreham Field housing estate when a huge
Speaker 1: explosion coming from the direction of Battlesbury to the north
Speaker 1: sent him running from his property. With the ground shaking
Speaker 1: beneath him. Pinnell got out just in time to see
Speaker 1: what he described as a monstrous flame in the sky,
Speaker 1: shaped like a light bulb, that bathed the hills below
Speaker 1: in a soft orange light. Pinnell had watched, mesmerized as
Speaker 1: this light faded to reveal another yellow light, surrounded by
Speaker 1: a huge ball of smoke that floated down to the hills,
Speaker 1: cracking and hissing as it came into contact with the ground.
Speaker 1: Such occurrences weren't entirely irregular, since a British Army's school
Speaker 1: of infantry was located only twenty miles away. Pinnell was adamant, however,
Speaker 1: that not only did this come from a completely different direction,
Speaker 1: but it was unlike anything he'd seen before. Keen to investigate,
Speaker 1: Arthur Shuttlewood got in touch with all military installations within
Speaker 1: the vicinity, and all denied it was anything to do
Speaker 1: with them. By August nineteen sixty six, with local nerves
Speaker 1: becoming increasingly frayed, Emlyn Rees, chairman of Warminster Urban District Council,
Speaker 1: took the extraordinary move to call a town hall meeting
Speaker 1: in the hope of getting to the bottom of it all.
Speaker 1: But with news of the Warminster thing beginning to spread
Speaker 1: far and wide, there was no sign of the phenomenon
Speaker 1: abating anytime soon. On the day of the meeting, Reheese
Speaker 1: arrived at the town hall staggered to find upwards of
Speaker 1: three hundred people, many from out of town, trying to
Speaker 1: cram inside the building, with many spilling out onto the streets.
Speaker 1: The event was so oversubscribed that Reece could barely get
Speaker 1: in himself. Inside, onlookers bustled for space alongside a dozen
Speaker 1: or so journalists, including a TV crew from a national
Speaker 1: news agency, as they all waited excitedly for the event
Speaker 1: to begin. Finally, with wreaths in place, he welcomed up
Speaker 1: the first of six eyewitnesses to give their accounts of
Speaker 1: what they'd seen. Among them were Roger Rump, the town's postmaster,
Speaker 1: and Rachel Atwell, another Warminster resident, who only a few
Speaker 1: weeks before had been stirred from sleep in the early
Speaker 1: hours of the morning by a deep, droning sound. When
Speaker 1: she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find the
Speaker 1: room was shaking. Following the sound to the window, she
Speaker 1: looked out to see a bright, dome shaped object hanging
Speaker 1: in the sky about two hundred yards away above a
Speaker 1: range of hills. She watched it, she said, shaking like
Speaker 1: a leaf for a good twenty five minutes before it
Speaker 1: and the noise disappeared, leaving her with the feeling of
Speaker 1: a tight band of steel around her forehead and a
Speaker 1: pounding in her ears. The witnesses were joined by doctor
Speaker 1: John Cleary Baker, evaluating officer of the British UFO Research Association,
Speaker 1: and doctor E. R. Dole, chairman of the National UFO Association.
Speaker 1: Both were quick to put the crowd at ease, imploring
Speaker 1: that they should not feel afraid, but rather privileged to
Speaker 1: be at the center of such an extraordinary event. Both
Speaker 1: men were convinced the town were dealing with, as Cleary
Speaker 1: Baker put it, the manifestation of an advanced technology, undoubtedly
Speaker 1: piloted by alien beings. At one point, Counselor Reese stopped
Speaker 1: proceedings when he was given a telegram to read out
Speaker 1: investigations completed. Stop invasion fears are unfounded. Stop. The message
Speaker 1: had been sent by a doctor who One man who
Speaker 1: didn't attend the meeting was local resident David Holton, an
Speaker 1: amateur geologist. While carrying out his own investigations along five
Speaker 1: Ash Lane, a narrow road that ran through a small
Speaker 1: patch of woodland just south of Warminster, Halton discovered a
Speaker 1: flock of dead pigeons scattered across the road. The birds,
Speaker 1: according to Halton, had died at the same time as
Speaker 1: one of the occurrences of the terrifying noise had been heard,
Speaker 1: causing him to speculate but they'd been killed by the
Speaker 1: sonic interference. Halton also claimed to have amassed evidence of
Speaker 1: up to two hundred separate sightings and accounts of the
Speaker 1: Warminster Thing, but later burnt the dossier to preserve the
Speaker 1: identity of his sources. Councilorese's ultimate hope was that his
Speaker 1: meeting might bring an end to the Warminster Thing. In reality,
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Speaker 1: in the offices at work when he received the call.
Speaker 1: It was a young man from Warminster in possession of
Speaker 1: an incredible photograph. The man, Gordon Faulkner, was walking out
Speaker 1: of his house a few days previously carrying a camera.
Speaker 1: He was planning to give to his sister when he
Speaker 1: spotted it what he first took to be a plane
Speaker 1: shooting across the sky, but completely silent. Without thinking, he
Speaker 1: grabbed a camera and started to shoot. It was only
Speaker 1: when the photo was developed, however, that he saw clearly
Speaker 1: it was in fact a sorcer shaped object. When Arthur
Speaker 1: saw the picture for himself, he was in no doubt
Speaker 1: as to what it was. Finally, there was irrefutable proof.
Speaker 1: Without delay, he traveled immediately to the offices of national newspaper,
Speaker 1: The Daily Mirror. They published it the following day, along
Speaker 1: with Arthur's supporting article, the biggest scoop of his career,
Speaker 1: and then four days later something else. Around midnight, on
Speaker 1: a quiet stretch of the A thirty eight road, thirty
Speaker 1: two year old Kenneth Kimberly is driving home from Bristol
Speaker 1: when he spots a patch of mist up ahead, approaching
Speaker 1: at speed. The moment he enters it, the engine and
Speaker 1: light cut out, suddenly bringing the car to a quick
Speaker 1: stop by the side of the road. Sitting alone in
Speaker 1: the pitch black of amused, Kenneth tries the engine again,
Speaker 1: unsuccessfully for the third time. When the car is suddenly
Speaker 1: bathed in light from above. Kenneth is trying to see
Speaker 1: where the light is coming from when he's bombarded by
Speaker 1: a terrifying, shrill and guttural roar like a jet engine.
Speaker 1: With the back of the car now beginning to vibrate,
Speaker 1: Kenneth pushes open the door and leaps out, but no sooner.
Speaker 1: As he stepped into the road, the lights and noise
Speaker 1: completely disappear, leaving him standing alone and trembling in the dark,
Speaker 1: silent night. On September twenty sixth, Arthur Shuttlewood was at
Speaker 1: home when he received a phone call from a mystery
Speaker 1: caller wanting to discuss the sightings with him directly. When
Speaker 1: Arthur suggested they meet at the office of the Warminster Journal,
Speaker 1: the caller declined, saying they needed to see him right away.
Speaker 1: The caller's name, a Shuttlewoo would later claim was carn
Speaker 1: and they had come here from the planet Ainstria. Assuming it,
Speaker 1: of course to be a hoax, Shuttlewood joked that if
Speaker 1: they were really who they said they were, he would
Speaker 1: like to meet them in person. So it was with
Speaker 1: huge surprise when only moments later there was a loud
Speaker 1: knock at the door opening it, Arthur was greeted by
Speaker 1: the apparent Khn, who, although bearing a striking resemblance to
Speaker 1: a human being, none the less, had unusually small pupils
Speaker 1: and oddly bluish cheeks and lips. As Shuttlewood later wrote,
Speaker 1: the supposed visitor came with a warning that he wished
Speaker 1: Arthur to relay to the human race that if humanity
Speaker 1: didn't change its ways immediately, it would cause irreversible destruction
Speaker 1: to itself and the planet. When the visitor made their
Speaker 1: good byes after ten minutes, Shuttlewood claimed he traced the
Speaker 1: original call back to a location near bore and Field,
Speaker 1: close to a nearby army barracks. According to Shuttlewood, he
Speaker 1: continued to field calls from a number of representatives of
Speaker 1: the planet of Ainstria throughout September and October of nineteen
Speaker 1: sixty five, never entirely sure if it had been a
Speaker 1: hoax or not. But what Shuttlewood wanted more than anything
Speaker 1: else was to see the thing for himself, and he
Speaker 1: wouldn't have long to wait. On the afternoon of September eighteenth,
Speaker 1: Arthur was at home finishing an article about famed lion
Speaker 1: tamer Mary Chippenfield when he went upstairs to grab a
Speaker 1: notebook from his office. Stepping into the room, he was
Speaker 1: distracted by something outside the window, hovering under the clouds,
Speaker 1: a white cigar shaped object with a slight domed protrusion
Speaker 1: the color of burned amber. Arthur called down to his
Speaker 1: wife to bring up his film camera, only to remember
Speaker 1: he was alone in the house at the time. Returning
Speaker 1: to the room moments later with camera in hand, relieved
Speaker 1: to find the object was still there, he quickly flipped
Speaker 1: off the lens cap and proceeded to film it. But
Speaker 1: as soon as he pressed record, as Arthur would later recall,
Speaker 1: the camera began stuttering and jumping about in his hands.
Speaker 1: Then a sharp pain gripped the entire left side of
Speaker 1: his body, shooting up his arm and face. When he
Speaker 1: was finally able to try again, the object had gone.
Speaker 1: Opening the camera up, he found the film uselessly coiled
Speaker 1: up inside, hoping you might have caught something. Nonetheless, he
Speaker 1: sent it away to be processed. Just over twenty four
Speaker 1: feet of it was untouched, while the other eight or
Speaker 1: so inches were completely overexposed. In the weeks following this
Speaker 1: apparent sighting, Shuttlewood claimed he suffered from a partial paralysis
Speaker 1: at the less side of his body and a weeping
Speaker 1: eye that lasted two months. A few miles away, on
Speaker 1: the night of October seventh, Annabel Randall, a confidential clerk
Speaker 1: for the War Department, was driving with her fiance John Plowman,
Speaker 1: towards Stockton from Warminster. It had just gone eleven thirty pm.
Speaker 1: A couple rounded the curve onto a railway bridge when
Speaker 1: Annabel gasped at the sight of what looked like a
Speaker 1: man slumped against the pavement with his legs dangling into
Speaker 1: the road. Pressing hard on the brakes, Annabel brought the
Speaker 1: car to a screeching halt as she took a moment
Speaker 1: to collect herself. John jumped out and sprinted back to
Speaker 1: the bridge, only to find it completely deserted. Having made
Speaker 1: a quick search of the area and finding nothing untoward,
Speaker 1: a greatly relieved John returned to the car and the
Speaker 1: couple continued on their way, returning later from the opposite direction.
Speaker 1: Annabell was approaching the bridge for a second time that
Speaker 1: night when she was distracted by the glow of a
Speaker 1: large orange ball shaped object to her right, moving close
Speaker 1: to where the rail tracks trailed off. Just then her
Speaker 1: car engine began to sputter As the headlights flickered and dimmed.
Speaker 1: With the light growing brighter, Annabell realized with horror that
Speaker 1: it was now moving quickly toward her. Squinting through the glare,
Speaker 1: she fought hard to stop the car from careening off
Speaker 1: the road when another object up ahead spun suddenly into
Speaker 1: her path, But as she braced for impact, the car's
Speaker 1: engine cut out altogether, slowing the car down just in time.
Speaker 1: Annabel could only watch in complete disbelief as the second
Speaker 1: object flew off quickly to the right, shooting red and
Speaker 1: blue sparks as it went, and leaving in its wake
Speaker 1: what appeared to be two people standing still in the
Speaker 1: middle of the road. As she recounted later, they seemed
Speaker 1: to be dressed in dark, tight fitting clothes like scuba divers.
Speaker 1: Finding her engine was then working properly again, Annabel was
Speaker 1: just able to avoid hitting the figures as she sped
Speaker 1: off back into the night, relieved to put the bizarre
Speaker 1: episode behind her. Over the next few years, Warminster's reputation
Speaker 1: as a hotbed of UFO activity, championed by the likes
Speaker 1: of Arthur Shuttlewood, only continued to grow with no let
Speaker 1: up in the rate of sightings. In May nineteen sixty seven,
Speaker 1: Shuttlewood published a book, The Warminster Mystery, Astounding UFO Sightings,
Speaker 1: which provided a comprehensive list of all known sightings up
Speaker 1: to that point. By then, the town had become inundated,
Speaker 1: with skywatchers eager to catch a glimpse of the thing,
Speaker 1: often camping out at the top of Cradle and Clay
Speaker 1: Hills for days on end. On one night in nineteen
Speaker 1: sixty six, a team of enthusiasts led by doctor John
Speaker 1: Cleary Baker even attempted to contact the apparent visitors using
Speaker 1: storm lanterns in the shape of a triangle in an
Speaker 1: effort to help guide them toward the area. The sightings
Speaker 1: were so extensive that in nineteen seventy one, local UFO
Speaker 1: enthusiast Ken Rogers began publishing Warminster's very own UFO newsletter.
Speaker 1: This was followed in late nineteen seventy five by the
Speaker 1: opening of a dedicated UFO research center run by wife
Speaker 1: and husband team Jane and Peter Paget, called the Fountain Center,
Speaker 1: which also published its own newsletter. But as the years
Speaker 1: went by, eventually the sightings would start to dwindle, and
Speaker 1: with them, so too did the town's enthusiasm for any
Speaker 1: talk at the Warminster Thing, and before long it was
Speaker 1: little more than a bizarre footnote in the memories of
Speaker 1: those who were there at the time. Shuttlewood published two
Speaker 1: further books on the subject and joined the editorial team
Speaker 1: of the Fountain Center's newsletter for a short time in
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy six, before leaving shortly after. He died in
Speaker 1: Warminster in nineteen ninety six. Back in nineteen sixty five,
Speaker 1: Roger Houghton twenty three at the time was a print
Speaker 1: worker employed by the same printing press that published the
Speaker 1: Warminster Journal. Twenty nine years later, in nineteen ninety four,
Speaker 1: he finally came clean. The apparent photo of the UFO,
Speaker 1: taken by Gordon Faulkner, so heralded by Arthur Shuttleworth and
Speaker 1: one that turned a minor local story into intense national news,
Speaker 1: was a fake. He and his friend Gordon, who had
Speaker 1: made it as a practical joke that too quickly got
Speaker 1: out of hand after seeing it published in a national newspaper.
Speaker 1: He and Gordon had just been too scared at the
Speaker 1: time to admit the truth. Then, in two thousand and five,
Speaker 1: amateur geologist David Holton also came clean. His story about
Speaker 1: pigeons mysteriously killed by sonic interference had also been fabricated,
Speaker 1: and yet there remained so many events and sightings even
Speaker 1: before Gordon Faulkner's photograph was published. One individual who was
Speaker 1: there at the time, Kevin Goodman, maintains a fantastic archive
Speaker 1: relating to the period, which you can find at UFO
Speaker 1: hyphen Warminster dot co dot UK. As you put it
Speaker 1: simply in a twenty ten article on the subject, all
Speaker 1: I can say is this something strange did happen there?
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