What happened to Richard M Murrieta?

I heard she was revealed to be an old ass lady after catfishing everybody into thinking she was a young girl in her 20s Will have to do further research

 

Means a lot from you Rich. ❤️

 

But who else would box our ears?

 

Fuxy, as I called him ...

 

Mate it was far deeper than that.

If was some old craz woman who completely catfished everyone and used her niece to meet someone in person pretending to be her.

When the poster called her out on it, the whole forum sided with Gabby until she did it to someone else.

I could post the full shebang but I doubt anyone has time to read through it.

 

He's ba-ack lol. Hes a class poster

 

Great stuff my man. No surprise there

 

Not sycophantic, just appreciative of class posters. I am here to discuss and learn and hes one of the many that I have learned from.

 

You have no idea how much time I have post it!

 

From another poster

’GABBYGATE’
A recollection of a series of unfortunate events

Told by the not so honourable, but oh so right, James Harder

PART ONE

Basically, around 2006 I joined ESB, as, well, I’m a boxing fan.

I was immediately drawn to the Lounge as, well, I’m more of a **** than a boxing fan if I’m honest.

So I was living happily as a noob in the Lounge when I noticed that literally the entire gaff fawned over this blonde bird, ‘GABBY’ – oh they ****ing loved her, ‘ESB’s Darling’ she was. She’d post pics of herself with her pet Iguana, at parties & ****, out & about, and they LAPPED it up. To be honest I lapped it up too, quietly, the difference being that this, to me, was a fit blonde bird, who loved boxing, seemed lovely (bit lacking in the brain-tank mind), and WAS GEOGRAPHICALLY CLOSE ENOUGH FOR ME TO BONK. So you see, in my case, I was just trying to get into another Scouse bird’s kecks, granted this was the first time I’d used these means, but still, same old same old.

I immediately toned down being the dirty twat that I am & started pretending to be all moral, not getting myself involved with perverted threads & the like (sickening I know) as our Gab was a ****ing prude to say the least. We exchanged PM’s, I started dropping the raw Chaka Demus & Pliers lyrics & within a week or two we’d exchanged numbers. Even at this point I had noticed that the pics she posted & the girl in her avvy WERE TWO DIFFERENT BIRDS, watching Lounge old boys swear blind they could see it was the same person in an ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’ fashion was comical. Even so, at that time I still 100% believed she was the fit bird in the pics she posted.

We then started to text back & forth, she told me she’d joined ESB as her friend Paula (remember the name people) had joined & was later banned, but sang the site’s praises & as a fellow boxing fan she thought she’d give it a try. She also told me her real name was in fact Mallon Smith, an Irish name she wasn’t too fond of so she used ‘Gabby’ – she then added me on Facebook & sure enough Mallon Smith had a **** load of pics of the young bird & was Facey friends with more or less all of the Lounge. At this point I’m still not doubting at all.

After a week or so texting, Gabby gave me a ring one evening. **** me, she sounded like a croaky 40-a-day 50 year old woman, I even told her so & she laughed it off. I still had no reason to doubt her at this point, she was just a young gravely sounding Scouse bird, trust me, there’s LOADS

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Gabby would say mad things to me on the phone like ‘love you’ before I’d hang up or ‘no kissing any girls tonight’ - The way she spoke was like that of an older woman. Alarm bells were not yet ringing & I didn’t remark on it because I wanted my hole with a fit (albeit strange) bird, who wouldn’t?

Fast forward a few weeks & Gabby & myself have arranged our first date, I was working for Microsoft at the time on the Albert Dock in Liverpool, so we chose a boozer, The Pilgrim, which was basically 100 yards from where I was.

Gabby rang me on my lunch to confirm that we’d be meeting at about 5:30pm, I can’t lie I was made up. I was convinced it was going to take me ****ing ages to get my nuts off her so was glad the ball was finally starting to roll.

It’s 5:45pm now & I’m sat at the bar nursing my bevy expecting a no-show, then my phone rings, it’s Gabby;

“Hi Jay, I’m running a little bit late, I’ll be with you in the next 5”

EXCEPT THIS WAS NOT GABBY, THIS WAS A YOUNG BIRD, A BIRD WHO SOUNDED LIKE THE GIRL IN HER PICS SHOULD SOUND LIKE, BUT 100% NOT THE BIRD I’D BEEN TALKING TO FOR WEEKS. I stood there in the boozer & my mind was officially blown, I had no option but to blurt out “Who the **** is this?!” – which she just laughed off & told me she’d see me soon

I stood there in the boozer then, waiting for I don’t know ****ing what to walk through the door.

A few minutes pass & in she walks…

 

PART TWO

I need to add firstly that during the minutes that passed between hearing 'Gabbys' new voice & her actually arriving in the pub, I'd somehow ran the notion past myself that it was me who was indeed the nutcase & that I was hearing things. Could I have just imagined she sounded so different? The only other alternative was just too wacko even at that time, but still I knew I had to get things clear in my head.

So, where was I...

IN SHE WALKS, and she's the young bird out of the pics. Got to admit for a second my head was in the ***** clouds & everything was almost forgotten. She gave me a peck on the cheek & asked for a lemonade. A ****ING LEMONADE?! My patience was wearing thin. She then told me she could only stay for 15 minutes. '**** this' I thought, she's acting like someone whose been rumbled to death, I'm not letting this go. At that moment in time I was honestly wondering why the **** she'd turned up when I'd blatantly shown signs of being weirded the **** out on the phone. That part still baffles me to this day.

So we grabbed a table & sat opposite each other, my brain well & truly frazzled. I said something like: "They're a crazy ole bunch in that Lounge aren't they?" - to which she said, and I **** you not: "I'd rather not talk about that". What?! I then asked how she knew CHJ was actually Enzo Calzaghe (some ludicrous bull**** inside info 'she' let me in on through a PM on one occasion) & she responded, again, with: "I'd rather not talk about that". By this time it had totally ****ing twigged that I was dealing with two birds, a young one & an old one. I still couldn't quite grasp the set-up at all, I mean, here's the young bird sat in front of me right this second, but the older one had literally rang me hours before to confirm our date. How did they work it? Why had they brought their double act into the real world? Unbelievable.

So we finish our drinks during 6 more uncomfortable minutes & 'Gabby' buggers off. I got myself another drink, I needed it to be honest. I finished up & left to get a cab. As I was waiting outside my phone rings, 'Gabbys' number. I answer & it's only the old croaky ******* telling me she had a lovely time & can't wait to do it again. By this point I was convinced I was dealing with a pair of ******s as I couldn't see them having the cunning to intentionally mess with my head. I got home not really fully knowing what my next move was. After a bit of head-scratching I decided to spill the beans to the Lounge & see what they made of it all.

I logged on expecting a bit of a 'pro-GABBY' reaction, what I got was a whole other league

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PART THREE

My recollection of the intricate details here are a little sketchy, but I'll give you the long-winded jist of the concluding (possibly penultimate, depending how arsed I am) portion of this saga. I may ramble & go over old ****, but it's what I do & you all love it so shut the **** up, squat down, and listen;

I started a thread in the Lounge called something like 'The poster 'GABBY' is two people' - I then went on to tell the story of the two previous parts of this tale.

Now, you have to realise that up to this point the poster 'JayCaz' (me) was very much a watered down version of myself. Imagine what you're like during those first few dates before you finally get some poontang, being untrue to yourself, 'porn isn't really my thing', going to the toilet to fart, basically appearing to be a ****ing goody two-shoes; well I was the cyber version of that. I feel this didn't help my cause. I'm telling you this ludicrous story now & you automatically are inclined believe it because even if you didn't already know it to be 100% true, most of you know me not to be one to bull****, I am what I am, and also alot of you have now met me in real life, those who haven't have probably witnessed me having a **** on YouTube, so it's safe to say you know me rather well.

With JayCaz this was not the case, and as mentioned previously, 'GABBY' was the darling of the Lounge, held in higher esteem than any other poster ever I'd say, most would agree. Those that loved her on here had it BAD & were protective to say the least.

So, where was I, the thread. Initially I was met with scepticism but not to extreme levels. Most responses consisted of 'so you're expecting us to believe she's two people just because she sounded different on the phone?' etc.

Then ole 'GABBY' joined the thread, ****ing hell

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Basically our Gabs told how I had stalked her, harassed her for a date & been aggressive with her for weeks. Eventually, as is always the case when dealing with aggressive perverted stalkers, she agreed to a date 'as friends' - I then sat across a table from her for 15 minutes simply staring at her like a paedo, prompting her to flee for her life.

To my astonishment (but looking back I can understand it) the story I have just relayed to you became the gospel truth immediately. I'm talking a good 80/20 split in favour of the 'JayCaz is a bulging-eyed gurning ******' camp. The abuse I received was something I was prepared for on a lesser scale, but the gang were well & truly out in force. The mob were lead by the truly loyal & creative pairing of Mankind (no explanation needed) & OzTriker, a batty old Australian who helped paint a picture of a creepy hermit pervert, sitting & planning out how to groom & molest an innocent young girl, becoming an aggressive bully when his advances were not reciprocated. Everything was dissected, my avvy at the time was a pic of me & my Nephew, this pic;

 

Pretty innocent, right? Wrong

My 'creepy eyes & grin' became something that helped to prove 'GABBYs' theory. Scenarios were relayed of how our 'date' must have gone down, how frightened 'good Samaritan' Gabs must have been as I sat there with 'that face' creeping her out, and how truly messed up I was to abuse a young heroine simply trying to lend a hand & lead me from the ****ing darkness.

At the time I was watching all of this unfold truly infuriated. Cheeky ****ing old/young ****(s)

At this point it was only the 15-20% that were saying 'hang on, all is not as it seems here' keeping me from being perma-banned & never to be seen again. Most had made up their minds, but the 'two voices, two different girls in avvy/pics' meant the jury was still out for alot of people.

A couple of months passed. Everything was dying down & I was more or less keeping to myself whilst still being incensed that this cheeky old **** & her minions had attempted to assassinate my character in such a fashion. But like I said, the incident was no longer top of people's agendas. 'GABBY' was back to being 'Miss ESB' & I was being left alone & allowed to slowly start to show some of my real self.

Until this ****ing thread 'Gabby II' - Jesus

http://www.boxingforum24.com/showthread.php?t=60797

Seriously. Read it.

Basically Strike posted a thread to grab 'GABBYs' attention over some unrelated ****, then the mob chimed in as apparently rumour had it that due to the stress I'd put her under, ole Gab was about to say 'toodle-pip' to ESB forever.

Oh how this angered the Lounge.

Honestly, read the first few pages before 'GABBY' turns up. What a ****ing witch-hunt

Remember, these are posters that are sound with me now, and for me it's certainly in the past, but I can't lie, reading through that thread even now, apart from laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all, there's still a small part of me that wants to, oh I don't know, put Gonzo's head through a windscreen? Maybe twat McGrain over the head with an axe? Beat the living **** out of Mankind? You know, normal stuff like that.

Anyhoo, back to the thread. Obviously you could hardly say things were going my way before 'GABBY' turned up, but when she did, boy oh boy, that 80/20 split in her favour went to a big fat 100%.

Before I go into the details of what she posted, let me say, this was a bird who actually made it publicly known that I'd 'accused her of being a drug addict' by saying 'you're permanently on ESB, it's like your heroin' - honestly, SHE POSTED THAT

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- Obviously we are dealing with a borderline ****** here. Therefore the level of underhanded creative canoodling that had gone on to carefully doctor a harmless (albeit SHITE) attempt at a funny poem from months before coupled with the 100% FABRICATION of PM's from myself (copied & pasted of course, no screenshots, no direct quotes) was a true wonder to behold. A ****ing stellar job & timed perfectly.

If that wasn't bad enough, good ole Gonzo stumbles across my Faceparty profile. For those of you not aware of Faceparty, it was basically a combination of Facebook & POF, before either existed. This was started the early 00's, the days when only MySpace really existed & I can recall attempting to get your goose on through MySpace as being terribly ****ing taxing.

Faceparty was the seediest parts of all social networking sites today rolled into one, **** knows it may still be - I **** you not I got some awful, AWFUL skanks off that site, birds who were in my gaff within 2 hours from making first contact. Sket-tastic.

So, creating my Faceparty profile as a 22 year old pervert, naturally, the jist of the entire profile & the pics contained within were ****ing dodgy to say the least. Not 'sex offender' dodgy, more 'hang your head in shame & ask why your little Sister is mates with this **** on Facebook' dodgy. I had a pic of me in bed cracking a sexy pose out, a very ODLH-esque pic of me coked up in a house party with some birds undies on, pretty standard stuff for that site at the time (the ODLH pic is STILL on my Facebook - it's funny!).

As you can imagine, as far as sealing the final nail in the JayCaz coffin went, it was ****ing INCREDIBLE timing. The combination of the doctored poem, the fake PM's/texts, and then pics of me in sexy poses & girls knick-knacks, painted a picture of a person that not only stood up to 'GABBYs' claims, but well & truly surpassed them. On steroids. On a ****ing jetpack.

Then the nit-picking started as the mob united.

Under my avvy was the line 'I'M A COP YOU IDIOT' - it's from an Arnie soundboard prank, YouTube it, it's hilarious. That became 'He's PM'd people telling them he's a cop! Hoping to pump them for information! What an absolute psycho!'

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He lives by you?! Get a restraining order!! Phone the police!!

He’s posting with 17 aliases!! One is called ‘GabyJay’!! Sick ****!!

OzTriker: I urge people who live by him to seriously 'pay him a visit' and break his legs. Who knows how many young girls he's doing this to. If I were in his area I'd be knocking on his door as we speak.

Oh the shouts were flying. The white knights were out in force.

As you can see from about 5-6 pages in on that thread, Chucky's mind is made up & the poster formerly known as 'JayCaz' is perma-banned & all posts/threads/traces of his existence are erased forever.

JayCaz. 2006-2008. RIP.

To say at this moment it time I was slightly miffed would be somewhat of an understatement.

I briefly re-registered as a poster called 'Jake Has' (hardly inconspicuous) and tore into Oz, Manny et al for stitching me up. The post was immediately deleted & removed from the Lounge, but not before ThePlugInBabies had captured a screenshot of it (feel free to post it up mate).

Eventually though my anger subsided due to basically telling the whole story/showing the thread/ fake poem/fake PM's to my Mum & Sisters.

My Mum thought the whole thing was hilarious & actually saved the pic of me in girls undies doctored to have 'I'M READY GABBY!' smeared on the wall behind me in ****/blood. As far as I know it's still the screensaver on the PC in my Mum's house. It sort of put things into perspective for me, but at the same time, as I said in Part One, this was a Scouse bird from round the way I was trying to shag, who was now a Scouse bird/birds trying to make me look like a ****. So it was far from 100% in the cyber-realm for me, it still stung, but I decided there & then that it was ridiculous & pointless to even bother pursuing the quest to clear the name of 'JayCaz' - he was dead, **** it.

And so, from that day forth, hit me HARDER was born.

The name is taken from DeNiro asking Pesci to hit him harder in Raging Bull, basically one of my favourite scenes from one of my favourite movies.

I decided to, rather than lay low, just be myself. Tell the stories about the **** I get/got up to, and leave 'GABBY' & her minions to circle-jerk themselves into a frenzy. I was over the whole thing & just got on with ****, I knew the truth.

So, the Lounge suddenly became fun again for me, I'd rid myself of whiny ole drag JayCaz constantly bleating about being stitched up & actually started having a laugh. Every now & then 'GABBY' would post in my threads (she even made me a ****ing 'Happy Birthday' thread

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) but I just ignored her & chuckled to myself & the ones still fawning over her pics/persona.

About 8 months to a year passed & I'd made quite a few friends in the Lounge; Strike, Healy, STC, Rakim, Glen, NJ, hellsbells, all good lads. It was very much all gravy baby. I'd never even considered that I would ever become a yolky Phoenix rising from the magma to smite those whot smotted me, a beacon of justice, a wonky knight, not the pervert the Lounge deserved, but the pervert that the Lounge needed. ****, not only had the thought not crossed my mind, I couldn't have given a ****ing monkeys.

One morning arrived in 2008 not unlike any other, I had got into work, prioritised my workload, and immediately logged into ESB.

That was when I saw it. Top of the threads in the Lounge. Already with a squillion replies. Three words I never ever expected to see…


I know I’m going to do a lot of rambling here & going round in circles, but it should be good fun doing it, so here goes…

 

PART FOUR

JayCaz was RIGHT!!

There it was in all its glory.

JayCaz. Was. Right.

I. WAS. RIGHT. I didn’t even need to click the thread really, I knew she’d probably duped another poor *******. Here’s the thread anyway;


http://www.boxingforum24.com/showthread.php?t=179752


Honestly, I felt **** for stuey, you only need to read the thread to see the hoops she had him jumping through, what a total & utter **** of a woman.

BUT, that’s not my story to tell, I shall continue with mine.

Upon seeing stuey’s thread, to say I had mixed emotions is probably a bit of an overstatement, I mean, I think stuey’s a great fella, but as I read the ins & outs it dawned on me that I was about to get my day in the sun, the justice that I no longer sought out nor cared for was coming, and boy did it make my winky twitch.

I had no hesitation at all in revealing my true identity (once I’d seen in stuey’s thread that ole Chucky had put down the flaming torch & stopped branding me a witch). So I posted my confession thread, give it a read;


http://www.boxingforum24.com/showthread.php?t=179846&highlight=hot+yolky


If you read that thread you can see that initially I was still very cautious, I thought barging in cyber moonwalking all over the gaff whilst shrieking: ‘HAHAHAHA EAT **** & DIE OZ YOU ****ING OLD CRANK!! YOU LOSE!! YOU LOSE!! YOU LOSE!!’ etc etc may still earn me a ban all things considered. Plus, I think the subtle ‘no hard feelings’ approach was all that was needed at that particular time. ‘GABBYs’ rabble of staunch followers had a rather large amount of yolk on their faces. ‘hit me HARDER’ still didn’t have the sway to just call any upper-echelonians ****s & get away with it, it would come in time, but for now, softly softly was key. (Oz is not a cool guy, for the record

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In all honesty, the general consensus from the mob was one of remorse, Oz remained tight-lipped on the whole (and ****ing rightly so), Chucky allowed me to keep cyber-breathing, all was well.

Just one poster couldn’t seem to swallow it. Good ole Manny. If you look at his posts in the threads attached, even in the ‘Gabby II’ thread even AFTER the big reveal, he just can’t hack it, re-posting that ****ing jarg poem he probably helped create over & over, like an angry Dalek on auto-pilot. ‘You’ve got some explaining to do son!’ – not ‘GABBY’ the old croaky ****, me! I think he actually only started calming down over the whole thing at the back end of 2011!

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I must admit, I got it, Manny was upset that the charade he’d helped to construct was blown out of the water & just wanted to use any means to still push my buttons, and if you see my responses, he kind of succeeded. The twat. I actually do like Manny now, we’re cool, don’t think he appreciated my shout-out in that YouTube video but hey, you reap what you ****ing sow mate!


Anyhoo, enough of all that clap-trap, let’s continue.

So, it’s all out in the open, I’m Jay again, ‘GABBY’ is two crazy chicks who have since shut down their ‘Mallon Smith’ Facebook profile & logged off ESB for good, I’m having great fun & suddenly I’m being invited to ESB meets & the like (quite the contrast from the ‘Gabby II’ thread eh?).

My memory is not 100% as far as the events that followed go, but here goes;

I cannot remember if at that time I was actively trying to get to the bottom of who ‘GABBY’ was exactly. I do remember that a good few people were though. Apparently if you right-clicked a lot of the images she posted, the name ‘Megan’ appeared more than once within the name of the file. It was the start people needed. I’d receive PM’s daily from people with bum leads, I found the whole thing amazing. Here’s a person from the Philippines asking if this Facebook is ‘GABBY’, Next a Mexican with yet another Facebook, an American with a MySpace account to show me: ‘Is this her?’ – none were of course but the effort that was being put in was impressive. The mob had re-focused their attention. Unfortunately they were about as useful at sniffing out ole Gab as they were sniffing out a bull**** web of lies 18 months before, dopey bunch of *******s

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It took a PM from our very own resident global playboy Strike to get the ball rolling & uncover the intricate details which brought us to the even crazier end of the craziest story ever told.

Now, I honestly can’t remember what that exact info was & have just checked my PM’s so I could just post up the entire brilliant tit-for-tat between him & myself that went on for a few weeks, but alas they are no longer in existence, so my recollection will have to suffice.

I’ll openly admit that a good 90% of the credit has to go to Strike, because those first bits of info he gave me, although I can’t remember the specifics, were absolute whoppers. I think they were actually as detailed as rounding the two younger chicks down to two Facebook accounts, and also having an address to hand we believed may house one or even BOTH of these batty old/young twats.

What followed was some top notch Columbo-stylee shiznit. Honestly the feeling you get when something you’re a part of on ESB is making a real life difference is something that is hard to top. I’ve only experienced it a few times: getting Jeffro on Prizefighter, the EMDL, possibly a couple of others I can’t recall right now, but it really is brilliant. A pic here, an article there, it was all building up daily.

The stuff we managed to uncover lead to something I was never, ever expecting: A definitive end. The identity of the two birds playing the role of ‘GABBY’ – the whole ****ing shebang.


OK then, firstly, we established that older ‘GABBY’ - the online persona using pics of a younger girl, was then 52 year old Married Liverpool Mother of five, Paula O’Leary (remember ‘GABBYs’ mate, the ESB poster ‘Paula’ who had recommended ESB to Gabs? Well obviously she was Phase I. She was also before my time, so the reason she was banned is unknown to me. She must have then went back to the drawing board, toned it down, and Phase II was born. ‘GABBY’ - was born).

See below for some spiffing head-shots of our Paula;

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Ain’t she pretty?

Upon further inspection (basically googling PAULA O’LEARY LIVERPOOL) Strike & I found a rather disturbing article regarding our Paula, as follows;

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/p...e-transformed-by-grief-and-anger-1877275.html

Basically Paula was one of the unfortunate Mothers involved in the Alder Hey baby-organ scandal, the details are there for all to see, but in this instance I’m telling my story of the ****(s) that stitched me up, so I’ll put my sympathy on the radiator to dry off for an hour & continue.

Reading the article, you could sense that this woman had been through real life events that had sent her over the edge somewhat, you could also sense that she was nutty as a ****ing fruitcake.

Paula had founded the support group PITY II (Parents Interring Their Young for the second time) – the article states: ‘She has helped hundreds of families through Pity II but no longer sees any of them. "I can understand it," she says. "They've moved on and I can't. I miss them, though. I miss having that focus Pity II gave me every day." Did it make her feel better? "No, not really; nothing does”.

The article also tells how Paula broke into the home of a Doctor who may or may not have actually even been involved in the case: ‘Mrs O’Leary confronted Dr Bouton in his own home after tracking him down in 2001 when he denied any involvement. She was arrested.’ – IN HIS OWN HOME. ‘GABBY’ shimmying up a drainpipe. Classic.

Paula also goes on to talk about her ‘years of psychotherapy’ and the fact that she keeps her dead baby’s organs in a box under her bed & gets the box out each year & has a Birthday party for the organs. I may or may not have made that last little factoid up, but I’m ****ing entitled.

In all honesty the article paints a picture of a sad old woman who we would assume has found solace as a younger persona on a boxing site, craving attention. This did not however explain the nasty streak & the persona that had joined in with the witch-hunt so vociferously.

Little did we know that the younger of the two ‘GABBYs’ was about to shed a shitload of light on the situation…

Strike & myself had managed to whittle down the younger Gabs to two Facebook accounts, both called ‘Megan’ – 19 year old Megan Pxxxx & 18 year old Megan Kimmance. They both contained a group shot as their profile pics, and both group shots contained the young blonde bird in all the pics the older

As far as I recall we could not send a direct message to Megan Kimmance due to the privacy settings on her Facebook, but Megan Pxxxx was good to go, so message her I did.

And reply she did.

She was actually the friend, not the young ‘GABBY’ – that was Paula O’Leary’s Niece, Megan Kimmance (who I might add, that, at 18 years of age, that puts her at roughly FIFTEEN when she came to the boozer to meet me – thanks for looking out for me Auntie Paula!! )

I’d add a pic of young ‘GABBY’ but it’s probably the one thing I don’t need to add, they’re ****ing everywhere.

Megan Pxxxx painted a picture of Auntie Paula that was pretty different to that of the article above. She told a story of a mentally disturbed bully forcing a young girl to pose with boxing posters & tickets, a person who Megan Kimmance was very much in fear of who had caused her a great deal of trouble over the years.