Well, if it’s 26 February, it must be… yes, of course: the 13th anniversary of this story about the German man found dead in his flat, being eaten by his vast collection of spiders and insects:
Which is odd, because tomorrow is the 20th anniversary of the same story appearing in The Sun newspaper in the UK…
So… presumably this sort of thing happens a lot — and by some strange chance it occurred twice in the same country. Except, our victims seem to have the same name and live in the same city…
HOW CAN THIS BE? Well… ABC Australia’s Media Watch looked into this and found it had also been published by news.com.au in August 2007…
What an uncanny coincidence. As is the fact that all three outlets are owned by News Corp. My number one soaraway Sun, in particular, is known for highly accurate stories about animals, not least:
…but also the less renowned, but no less deserving:
…as well, of course, as being fabled for its extensive phone hacking being the work of ‘one rogue reporter’. But I digress.
ABC did something extraordinary, still known to a few stubborn adherents by its age-old name: journalism. They contacted the police in Dortmund. It transpires that in 2004 (which fits with the story’s first appearance in The Sun), a 30-year-old man was found dead in a flat which contained terrariums, which in turn contained spiders…
…according to Wolfgang Wieland of the Dortmund Police
This, it seems, was the work of Fleet Street legend Phil Space. Still, top marks to this particular incarnation of him, Allan Hall, for some of the details:
…and perhaps also to a picture editor for sourcing a genuine picture of a terrarium being removed from a dead person’s flat — or for shoving in any old crap of a glass case/someone in hi-viz they could find. Who can say?
…and if there’s a real spider expert and animal cruelty officer called Gabi Bayer, I couldn’t find her. Anyway… here’s the last bit:
Clearly a man of imagination, our Allan.
Here’s one of his books. Apparently, Rock Hudson may not have been entirely straight.
As the civil servant and prolific, if largely forgotten, man of letters Humbert Wolfe wrote in his collection The Uncelestial City in 1930:
You cannot hope
to bribe or twist,
thank God! the
British journalist.But, seeing what
the man will do
unbribed, there’s
no occasion to.