Jack the Ripper Museum – RIP?

I have tragic news for you all – 5 years after opening, London’s Jack The Ripper Museum has declared insolvency – so what happens now?

The museum that opened in 2015 to a cacophony of protests, petitions and national outrage has run out of money. News of the insolvency spread like wild fire online (although thanks to Dr Louise Raw discovering this fact, not because the museum itself announced it.) And understandably, thinking the museum was out of money and, again, with no word from The Jack the Ripper Museum, people assumed it was about to shut its doors.

Apparently not – a spokesperson for the museum told me:

‘I am confirming we are not closed; we have closed for a few days due to Covid 19 and lack of tourists in London.  You can check our website for updates and there is a notice in our window.’

I did ask for a statement regarding the insolvency and financial future of the museum, none has been given at the time of writing. So according to the museum, they are not closed (admitedly, they didn’t say they wouldnt be permantly closing, despite being asked…but benefit of the doubt). Which is good news for the museum’s staff, because hey, during covid the museum sector has already seen far to many redunacies. BUT that being said, it’s not all good news, because having declared themselves insolvent, The Jack the Ripper Museum is on pretty shaky ground.

So, what went wrong and can the museum ever be turned around? Let’s look at the issues:

Issue one – Lack of Trust

It would not be unfair to say that The Jack the Ripper Museum was founded on lies. The community who live around the museum were told that it was going to be a women’s history museum. It wasn’t until the signage came up that anyone knew otherwise.

And it wasn’t just the local community. The museums architect, Andrew Waugh, publicly came out and said he was ‘duped’ into working on the museum, after being told it was a women’s history museum. Saying:

“The local community was duped, we were duped. They came to us and said they had no money but that this is a real heartfelt project. It is incredibly important to celebrate women in politics in the East End. We really ran with it. We did it at a bargain-basement fee, at cost price because we thought it was a great thing to do.”

To make amends, the museum announced that they would be partnering with a women’s domestic violence charity – which again, turned out to be wholly untrue. The charity had never been contacted by the museum and later asked to be taken off their website.

Then came the museums claim that the name of the museum was never actually, The Jack the Ripper Museum. In a 2015 interview with The Londonist, museum founder, Mark Palmer-Edgecumbe explained:

The full name of the museum is ‘The Jack the Ripper and the History of Women in East London’. The frontage is not finished and still in the planning stage.’

Yet the name remains the same, as did the frontage until the local community demanded it was taken down in 2017.

Issue Two – No comment

In light of all of this, The Jack the Ripper Museum choosing to disengage from social media and press seemed understandable, if a little petulant. Faced with this utter shit storm immediately upon opening, museum management could either apologise, shutter and makes amends, or just dig their heels in and weather it out. And of course, they chose the latter option.

But the issue here is that this phase of battening down the hatches has never stopped. The museum regularly either refuse or ignore requests for statements (even getting that tiny quote at the top of this article was like pulling teeth). And of course, they have set an unparalleled precedent for social media account blocking. Whenever there is even a hint of online criticism or discontent, that block button is quickly pressed.

Having worked in museum communications I can tell you that I’ve never seen a museum do this before. And that’s not because The Jack the Ripper Museum are ground-breaking communication mavericks. No – it’s because this strategy of refusing to engage and burying their heads in the sand is, frankly, insane.

For one thing by doing this the museum alienate themselves from journalists, the history community and you know, general visitors. Which has massively reduced the amount of press and social engagement they are able to generate after that initial wave of negative publicity when they opened. When was the last time you saw them in a museum Twitter chat or an article on them that wasn’t wholly negative and from 2015-2017?

But arguably the biggest example of why this communications strategy is so catastrophically bad is that when the internet found out The Jack the Ripper Museum had declared insolvency and could be shuttering its doors – the museum seemed to have had no idea. When I asked them about this claims, they said they had never seen or heard anything about them. If true, that’s almost certainly because they’d blocked everyone who was sharing the news from their social media (with the vast majority of these people being female historians)

This meant that for several days The Jack the Ripper Museum management were seemingly totally unaware that news that their museum was closing was being spread around social media. And to really emphasis what a monumental clusterfuck that is, let us remember this: the news of the museums insolvency and probable closure was readily accepted – without a statement from the museum needed. That’s a pretty damning indictment of how The Jack the Ripper Museum chooses to engage with the public,

Issue Three – the actual experience

Ok, lets hit pause on talking about the topics and contents inside the museum (don’t worry I’ll get to that momentarily). What about the actual visitor experience? Is it any good?

Well for £10 general admission (£8 for kids) you get access to the small museum, which lies over six floors with roughly one room per floor. These rooms are a mix of walk-in scenes with little to no interpretation (for example the ‘Mitre Square murder scene’) and walk in scenes with light interpretation (e.g the ‘morgue’ and ‘one of the Ripper victims rooms’)

It’s clearly designed to be immersive, as you flit from streets to ‘Jack’s living room’, with each room having its own soundscape, which runs the gamut from a women’s screams and cries of ‘murder!’, to light folky singing. Effort has been made; there just seemingly wasn’t the budget for it to be well executed. Many areas are very sparsely dressed and most of the rooms are inhabited with some kind of dodgy waxwork with an equally dodgy wig.

The Mitre Square ‘scene’

Then there’s the total lack of quality historic content. It’s all very vague; ‘here’s a Victorian bonnet, maybe a victim wore one like it.’ With short and non-descript panels on the walls and staircases to provide light information. It all feels very last minute presentation and you can see why some visitors have compared it to a live version of the Jack the Ripper Wikipedia page.

On the whole, you can see the entire museum in an hour, but when I’ve visited I’ve seen people in and out within ten minutes – shuffle around, take a selfie with a murdered woman’s waxwork and you’re done. There’s no revisit value. Even the most hardened Ripperologist would struggle on finding a reason to return. Once you’ve gotten past the end of the pier house of horrors ‘I can’t believe this exists’ cheap thrill – there is nothing there.

And that can in no small way have contributed to The Jack the Ripper Museums money troubles. After all, no small museum can finically survive on a diet that consists solely of one off ‘well I was going to the Tower of London, might as well pop in’ visits.

Issue four – It shouldn’t exist

At least not like this. Of course, there’s the argument that a museum that claimed to be a women’s history museum and then turned out to be a Jack the Ripper museum shouldn’t exist in the first place. But it does. And (at least according to their management) it will continue to exist.

But it shouldn’t as it is now. Way back in 2015 we were living in a world that was pre-Hallie Rubenhold’s, The Five. When people could say to The Jack the Ripper Museum, please don’t just shove up pictures of the victims dead bodies in a make shift morgue and say that’s their whole story. And they could shrug, because it would be hard to find out more information on every victim and they were such a small team that they just didn’t have capacity…

Well, welcome to 2020, when Hallie Rubenhold has published a bestselling book on the lives of each victim. It’s been out for a year, proving that:

  1. Yes, the information does exist and you have easy access to it
  2. People are clearly interested in knowing more about these women and their lives.

So now is the time to change The Jack the Ripper Museum. Take down the morgue, the murder scene and ‘Jack’s sitting room’ and replace it with new content that has substance, isn’t wholly degrading and might just draw people into your museum.

Because, let’s be real here Jack the Ripper Museum – after your insolvency and the last five years of hate being blasted your way – what do you have to lose? Clearly, you can’t go on like you currently are. Something has to change for you to survive. So maybe that something doesn’t have to be sticking in another mutilated waxwork.

Maybe it could be having several rooms dedicated to telling the lives of the five known victims. Maybe you could have more space explaining what life was like in the East End at that time. How 1 in 5 women were sex workers. How the 1885 Law Amendment closed brothels and put many of these women in danger. How in fact there is no hard evidence to suggest that three of those five victims were sex workers, but what would it matter if they were?

We will never know who Jack the Ripper was, but we should use that mystery to uncover a troubling but fascinating past. And yes, that will still be interesting, there’s now hard data to show people are interested. Yes, you can still have selfie moments in foggy London streets and things for people to play with (e.g try out a penny bed!). You just don’t need to capitalise on the violent deaths of women to make money.

Mary Ann ‘Polly’ Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine ‘Kate’ Eddowes and Mary Jane Kelly

The Jack the Ripper Museum is never going to be the museum we were promised and wanted it to be (luckily, The East End Women’s museum is opening soon, so we now have that space) However, if The Jack The Ripper Museum really is going to stay open, that it doesn’t just need to change – it has to.

We’re on YouTube!

Sound the exciting news klaxon! F Yeah History is officially on YouTube.

That’s right and we’re very excited! We’ll be posting videos on our channel every Monday.

Expect usual the mix of history oddities, forgotten heroes and occasional batshittery that you’ve grown to love. In addition to that we’ll also be answering some of the questions we’ve been asked over the years, like, Was Henry VIII actually a dick?’ and ‘oh dear christ I’ve just found out my history hero was racist what do i do?’ 

We’ll be kicking things off with a look a what exactly the difference is between a suffragette and a suffragist. This is a topic I was ridiculously eager to get into, as there is so much to chat about (and I even managed to find a way to weasel in that one time a suffragette followed Winston Churchill around and rang a bell every time he spoke). 

Click here to check out the video. 

It just takes one click for my eternal gratitude

So, why YouTube? 

Well, it isn’t to earn squillions I can tell you that much! In general we talk about a lot of queer history here (oh, and swear our little faces off), So I’m not expecting our YouTube will ever be a money maker (*cough* the algorithm isn’t a fan of some of these subjects) 

BUT I do think it will be a great way to chat with you about history that I love and find interesting.

For me, nothing makes me happier than just sitting down and talking about my one true love, history. It’s why I started F Yeah History in the first place.

There are so many topics that an article just doesn’t do justice, or that frankly need a cup of tea and a sit down. It’s those kind of stories that F Yeah History’s YouTube will cover.

Oh, and don’t worry! There will still lots of new articles on here, just now you have an extra way to get your history fix.

So if that sounds up you’re alley you can check out our first video here. 

thumbnail suffragettes v suffragistsPlease do let us know if there is anything you’d like covered in the future. This is your channel as much as it is ours.

Lots of love

Natasha, F Yeah History lead writer. 

To my brother

Today would have been my brothers 36th birthday. It feels strange talking about Dan, because as I rule I don’t, except with close friends and family. It seems morkish somehow, like awkwardly laying my heart out. And I know what your thinking, this isn’t history and this whole site is about history! But Dan is very much the reason F Yeah History exists (We’ll get to that).

I don’t have a huge platform, but I’d like to use what I have to take a minute to tell you about Dan. My brother.

Dan died a little under five years ago. It was quick, sudden and with no time for goodbyes. Just a 4am phone call, where my mum stood in the hospitals family room, trying to hold it together long enough to tell me the worst news possible.

Dan was my big brother. Older by eight years and believe me when I say, I very much played the role of annoying little sister to the best of my ability. We argued a lot and knew exactly how to wind each other up. The pair of us were very similar, though we would have had a fit if anyone dared say that! We rocketed between finding new and brilliant ways to torture each other and laughing over the silliest things.

He was caring and kind, going on to work with children with special needs (even though he faced many a jibe for often being the sole man on his child care courses). But Dan was also no saint. Wickedly sarcastic and able to rile you up with just a word, we spent much of our adult years in and out of arguments.

But despite our frequent fallings out, he was always my big brother. A person to look up to. He shone in his work. Able to turn the most difficult situation into something positive. When the day of his funeral rolled round, it was a reflection of that. There were more people than seats; friends, colleagues and those his work had touched.

Dan’s funeral was by far the toughest thing I’ve ever done. But it was also one of the greatest. Hearing so many people warmly remembering his achievements, smiling at the stupid things he’d said and celebrating him as the spiky yet soft, generous and hilarious man that he was.

Dan, our sister Becky and me (I’m the one giving haunted doll vibes)

Dan’s death knocked my whole family for six. A light had gone out and we were lost without him.

I was working in history at the time, but I wanted to somehow continue the work Dan couldn’t, so I moved to a charity that helped people with learning disabilities. I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t a patch on Dan, but I did my best!

Still I missed history, so one Sunday on a whim, I created F Yeah History.

Soon it became my outlet, the sunny spot in my day where I learnt to smile again.

If you’ve ever wondered why F Yeah is full of so many terrible jokes, well that’s straight Dan. A love for god awful dad jokes is something we shared. Even on his last night, after he’d been rushed to Intensive Care struggling to breath, he was regaling the nurses with shit jokes to the last.

As time went on and we could all talk about Dan with less pain, it was easier to embrace another thing I shared with Dan, history.

It turned out he’d been proud of the fact his little sister worked in history. Obviously that’s not something he dared tell me (big brother issues) but it’s something he did tell our friends and family.

He loved history and always had. Admittedly his tastes were more military and medieval than mine, but it was a shared passion. We also shared the fact that neither of us felt comfortable within the stifling academic and tweedy side of things. We liked to have fun and immerse ourselves, which felt harder to do the older we got.

So as F Yeah History went on, it became not only something I wrote to let the sun back in after Dan’s death, but something I wrote for Dan. Shit jokes and all.

If you’ve gotten this far, a huge thank you.

If you’d like to do something today for Dan’s birthday, then I can’t think of anything better than to do something nice for those you love. Send a message, buy a coffee, or give a hug.

Oh and click here if you’d like donate to The Marfans Trust. Marfans is the rare heart diesease that Dan died from. https://www.marfantrust.org

Coming up on F Yeah History in 2018!

Hello! It’s officially 2018, AKA one of the most exciting years for history ever!

Seriously guys, between the centenary of women starting to get the vote, the end of World War One, the 70th anniversary of the NHS AND the 150th birthday of traffic lights in the UK, there’s just a stupid amount of incredible history to look forward to this year (ok, maybe less excitement for the traffic lights, but still!)

So, with so much history goodness going on, we would be remiss not to throw ourselves in full pelt.

So…here’s all the awesomeness F Yeah History has planned for 2018:

The UK Blog Awards.

On the 1st Jan, we found out that F Yeah History is a finalist at the UK Blog Awards 2018!

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This was our actual reaction tbh

To be honest we really weren’t expecting to be nominated, let alone a finalist, I mean:

  1. F Yeah History is just about a year old (ish)
  2. We are maybe 50% swears and shit jokes

But against all odds we are indeed a finalist.

We’re up in the education category, against some incredible bloggers (seriously though, they’re great, check them out!)

We’ll find out the winners at a fancy awards ceremony in April (don’t worry we’re already working out how much glitter is acceptable for one person to wear at one time…hint, we reckon a lot)

Until then we’re just ridiculously chuffed to be nominated!

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F Yeah History: The Podcast

That’s right people, soon you’ll have as all up in your ear holes.

We’re currently working on a 6 episode podcast series, which will embody all the things we love about F Yeah History; mainly unheard or overlooked history and truly terrible jokes.

Not to give too much away, but the series will focus on… drum roll please:


Each episode we’ll be looking at mistresses across history. We’ll be viewing them both through a historic and a modern feminist theory lens and exploring how opinions of mistresses shifted (basically, why have these ladies become demonised and labelled ‘whores’)

Plus we’ll also be checking out the monumental legacies left behind by these fab women (and men!)

The series currently looks set for mid 2018; but we will keep you posted!! podcast gif.gif


Now it’s no secret 2018 has some stellar exhibitions lined up and we are just itching to check them out.

Obvs, we’ll be taking you guys along!

So whether its a trip to trawl some archives, meander around an incredible library (wel love the smell of old books) or checking out the  latest blockbuster exhibition (right now we’re stupidly excited to check out the V&A’s upcoming Frida Kahlo exhibition and The Peoples History Museum’s suffrage offerings) you can bet your bottom dollar that you’ll be right there with us!

What else?

Well, it’s only January…so there’s bound to be a ton more excitement coming up in 2018!

If you want to be the first to know on all things F Yeah History, then get on our socials:



And our brand new baby Instagram!

AND FINALLY thank you.gif

We bloody love writing F Yeah History and we are so incredibly lucky to have just the best damn readers in the world.

You guys are just the most lovely, smart and hilarious people; we can’t wait to chat more historic film flam with you in 2018!

Lots of love

Tasha and Sara (AKA, F Yeah History) 

The Worst Women In History (Vol 1)

Here at F Yeah History we’re all about celebrating women, but some people are just unavoidably the worst.

Sure maybe they achieved a lot, maybe they are badassery incarnate, and maybe they accomplished a lot… but they’re also kinda, sorta massive dicks

So without further ado here are the wort women in history:

I made this all cute to make up for the horrors ahead – you’re welcome 😘

Ching Shih

Former sex worker turned pirate, Ching Shih ran one of the largest and most feared fleet of pirates in the world. Ching Shih

Ching was married to the leader of the Red Flag Fleet, a much reviled and respected pirate armada. When her husband was killed during a tsunami, Ching took over.

If her men thought they were going to have it easy with a woman at the helm, they were sorely mistaken. To say Ching ran things with an iron fist would be an understatement:

Chings code:

-Disobeyed an order? you’re getting beheaded
– looted plunder? Beheaded
– stole from an allied town? Beheaded.
– raped a female prisoner? oooo you best know you’re getting beheaded 

And you thought your boss was bad…

But despite all the rules, Ching Shihs pirates were allowed to marry female captives. BUT if their leader heard that they were in anyway messing their new wives around… well hopefully they weren’t to emotionally attached to that whole ‘having a head’ thing.

Yet Ching’s steely control worked and under her rule The Red Flag fleet grew in both infamy and size.

By 1808 Ching had amassed an armada of thousands and was in control of well over 70,000 men. It was then the Chinese government felt that maybe they’d let things go a bit far, and that Ching needed to be reigned in.

An imperial fleet was sent after Ching and she met them head on; the government didn’t stand a chance.

By the end of the battle Ching had actually expanded her fleet (capturing Chinese sailors and offering them the choice of joining her ranks or a bloody death) Ching Shih fighting

For two years the Chinese government tried to destroy the Red Flag, even roping in the British Navy for help. But they just couldn’t beat Ching.

The Chinese knew that things had gone fully tits up when The Admiral of the Chinese navy actually committed suicide rather than face capture by Ching.

So they opened up amnesty negotiations with Ching. But rather then ask for clemency Ching fought for the right to retire.

Obviously nobody said no (if we’ve learnt anything, it’s don’t fucking mess with a Pirate Queen) And so Ching retired to the country where she spent the remainder of her days running a brothel and gambling.

Caterina Sforzia

Born in 1463 Caterina was the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Milan; one of Europe’s most notorious dicks.

The Duke loved nothing more than planning out horrifying torturous deaths for his enemies, tearing them limb from limb, burying them alive – whatever took his fancy.

…Caterina took after her Dad.

The fucking death stare on this one!

At just 10 Caterina was married off to the Pope’s nephew and a few years later the pair left for the life at the Vatican.

There Caterina was transformed from a teenager to a powerful and famously ruthless courtier.

But Caterina’s world was turned upside down in 1484 when the Pope died and suddenly shit got very real, very quick.

Riots and rebellions spread like wildfire. With Caterinas husband off fighting fires she was left to hold down a fortress whilst seven months pregnant. As you do.

Fortunately (or not, if you were her enemy) this was the famously ruthless and cunning Catarina; she took to life at war like a duck to water.

Having proved her tenacity and strength, people started to turn to Caterina rather than her far weaker husband.

It’s unsurprising then that when her husband was named ruler of Imola and Forli, it was kind of obvious who was really in control.

This was exhibited for all to see following a revolt in Forli. Caterina rode out to Forli to take control of the situation and nice lady that she was, she personally oversaw every detail of the brutal torture and execution of those involved.

oh dear god no.gifBut brutal executions can only quell a people for so long and following a tax increase the people of Forli had had enough.

in 1488 Caterina’s husband was murdered by the Orsis family while he ate dinner (the Orsis were one of Forli’s top noble families – it’s all very Game Of Thrones)

Caterina and the children were now prisoners, but if the Orsis thought a woman and some kids were going to be easy captives then they were veeeery wrong.

Caterina tricked the Orsis into letting her out of confinement, offering to help them convince other strongholds to surrender to the Orsis. They agreed and even let her go in alone to bargain with one fortress so long as Caterina left her children behind as hostages.

Once inside the stronghold, Caterina obviously immediately started organising an attack on the Orsis…

When the Orsis reminded her that if she went ahead with her plans they’d kill her children, Caterina climbed the fortress walls, hiked up her skirt and explained that they were welcome to kill her kids, hell kill them in front of her if they really fancied, because she had the tools to make more.

Mum of the year right here!

Somehow, despite Caterina, the kids stayed alive.

Caterina herself managed to hold out within the fortress, and sent out a message to Forli:

‘My people, people of Forlì! I tell you to punish and kill all enemies. For it I will consider you my good brothers for evermore. Do not hesitate to act, and fear nothing, because the deed will benefit you and your children. And if you fail to act you will regret it in a few days.’ 

The veiled threat worked!

The people of Forli took to the streets and Caterina left the fortress where she was reunited with her children (who I bet were just thrilled to see her…) Unsurprisingly Caterina’s next step was to hunt down her new enemies and brutally kill them, as was her style.

Linda Hazzard

Born in 1867 in Minnesota, Linda Hazard was in many ways a woman ahead of her time. A female doctor in an era when this was unheard of; a successful author and driven as all hell to boot!

But before we get out the  marching band and erect this bitch a statue, I should also point out that Linda murdered a metric shit ton of her patients.

Linda Hazzard
God damn it Linda!

You see, Linda believed that starvation could cure all diseases.

She practiced this theory in Minneapolis, but after one of her patients actually DIED of starvation, Linda was threatened with legal action.

Ironically she was saved from jail, as she didn’t actually have a medical license.

Though she escaped jail this incident was enough to convince Linda to get the hell out of dodge. So she moved to Washington, where thanks to a legal loophole she could practice medicine legally.

Yup, seems legit

In Washington Linda opened up Wilderness Heights, a health farm in the Countryside where she promised to fix all medical ailments through starvation. Linda’s  passion – which verged on fanaticism – quickly helped her build up a fan base of loyal followers.

Life at Wilderness Heights was tough for the guests (who paid though the nose to be there). In addition to a diet of essentially no food, Linda also helped them ‘tackle disease’ by enforcing daily enemas, scalding hot baths and massages that verged on beatings.

Some of Linda’s (mainly already really ill) patients just couldn’t take it and soon the emiciated and bruised bodies started to pile up.

Yet people continued to come.

Linda’s ‘health farm’ had became like some kind of cult; the danger was clear, the deaths abound, but followers kept coming. Two such followers were Dorothea and Claire Williamson, wealthy socialite sisters with a hypochondriac streak.

The sisters arrived healthy but within just months, one would be dead.

Under Linda’s supervision the two women entered into a strict diet of almost no sustanace. Within two months the women weighed just 70 pounds. Yet they choose to remain in Linda’s care, most likely as they had deteriorated to much to refuse her.

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I’m sorry, it gets worse

But help was coming!

Dorothea had sent a cryptic letter to an old Nanny. Worried the women came to visit the sisters. On arrival she was told that Claire was dead and she found Dorothea 50 pounds and close to death.

Thanks to the sisters social standing, Claire’s death registered with the authorities (though more than 14 people had already died of starvation under Linda’s care)

Linda was stripped of her license to practice medicine and given 2-20 years in prison.

She of course got out of jail after 2 years.

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God damn it Linda!

Linda traveled to New Zealand where she once more set up shop and peddled starvation as medicine. Several years later she moved back to Washington and set up another ‘health camp’

Again patients died (Linda was fined a whole £100!). Luckily after almost a decade the place burned to the ground in 1935.

Linda appears to have taken this as a sign and slowed down, which clearly wasn’t good for her health.

In 1938 she took ill and died after trying to starve herself back to health. Shame.

Elizabeth Bathory

Now whilst the prior entries on our list have committed dickery in the name of wealth, power and progress… Elizabeth Bathory was just a plain old dick.

Like really. She’s the literal worst.

Elizabeth Bathory

Elizabeth came from a long lineage of distinguished Hungarian nobility and so, naturally, as a noble woman in the 1500s she was married off at 15.

Her new husband was famed for his cruelty, but fortunately Elizabeth was fully on board with this!

Legend has it that Elizabeth’s new husband lovingly gifted her with her own personal torture chamber (because fuck Barbies dream house!)

Together the couple blissfully lived life in thier castle, occasionally brutalising errant wrong doers from the villages they ruled over.

Then in 1604 Elizabeth’s husband died and, now in her 40’s, she was left to rule alone.

Elizabeth relished her solo role. Everything was going swimmingly until 1610, when word started to spread that Elizabeth had some… er, nefarious hobbies.

That winter a group of soldiers came to Elizabeth’s home and arrested her. From here shit went downhill fast.

Now, it was well known that Elizabeth was partial to a bit of light murder and torture, but it soon transpired that she had been getting up to some seriously bloody high jinks.

Like this…but x10

Elizabeth was accused of murdering over 600 people, most young women. She did this in many and various ways, but here are just some:

– stuck red hot needles under peoples nails and skin.
– starved people to death (Hey Linda!)
– made one woman cook and eat her own flesh
– sticking red hot irons in very very uncomfortable places – – – covering girls in honey and leaving them outside on a hot sunny day to be slowly devoured by insects. 

I told you. THE WORST

She was tried for murder, but due to her influential family ties was spared the death penalty (the same cannot be said for her closest servants, who were all executed)

Elizabeth spent the remainder of her days locked within the walls of her castle. Bricked up inside her quarters with only a crack in the wall for air and food.

I mean, I guess it’s a happy ending?

Wow this was really interesting! How can I found out more? Volume 2 will be coming very soon, so keep an eye out! In the meantime you can discover one kickass woman a day on my Twitter. And a huge thank to the lovely Tweeps that suggested women for this article, you guys really are the best!!

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