Of course she knew about it - just as she would have known about Billy's desertion. For that matte sor did the rest of the Pethericks. All as ben as a butcher's hook!
Of course she knew about it - just as she would have known about Billy's desertion. For that matte sor did the rest of the Pethericks. All as ben as a butcher's hook!Maybe she was complicit either that or stupid. How would you not notice him coming away from trips with 76 Church artefacts and putting them in a car you are travelling in together? This could however rock their relationship.
It is on with Christies Real Estate. And she is a Christies Tastemaker... NOT.Ca' Dario, Dorsoduro, Venice, VN 30123 Building for Sale
Get details of Campiello Barbaro, Dorsoduro Building for Sale in Venice, VN 30123 and view its photos, videos, amenities and local information.www.christiesrealestate.com
Well, yes, it's for sale.
Look at the figure.
I can already see the idiots suggesting that Fanny organize a fundraiser, because the villa in Venice needs to be saved.
Although, I would like Fanny to buy something in Venice so that for the next 100 years we can have fun with: "How to destroy a villa in Venice"
No itmeans if he commits any crime in that time he will go to jail for boththat means he will go free in a year if behaves?
Could he serve it on weekends? I know in Canada if it's under a certain time, not sure if it's 6 months or what... you can serve on weekends so you can keep your life afloat. Does France do anything similar?Yes, here’s the article. Billy, Billy, Billy. Going to be tough to work on the convent while you’re spending a year in prison for theft….of religious objects, no less! His defense chalked it up to “immaturity.” What a jerk.
British YouTube property renovator is convicted in France
Billy Petherick, originally from Greenwich, and his French wife Gwendoline were found guilty on Monday at the criminal court of Rennes over the 2014 thefts.www.dailymail.co.uk
less than 2 years ago.When did Billy and Gwenbuy the convent? After 2020 when he and his wife had been umable to communicate with each other for several months? Was the purchase and renovation of the convent actually a pre trial or preemptive move to morally compensate for the theft of the church items to make him look good and rehabilitate him from his former “youthful” disregard for churches or religious buildings to allow an argument that he had redeemed himself and that a one year suspended sentence would be appropriate?
So fill me in on this please? Troll?I hope Isabelle6541 can give us an update while she is here on the arsenal of attorneys, tax officials, journalists, and French government crime investigators she was spearheading to bring Stephanie Jarvis (and her nonprofit association including officers Isabelle and Natty) to justice.
It's a horrific paper. I'm going on it just this once for the greater good!You’re right. Going straight to their site allowed me to upvote. Had to read all the comments to find the Stephanie Jarvis is a con artist ones but it was entertaining. It sure looks like this story brought out the religious, the nutters and a some racists and anti-colonialists.
I had heard her talk about the voyeur experience on her honeymoon but geez not the rest of it!!!Could Fanny be educating Snorty about hetrosexual sex by reading the chapter describing Anne Glenconner's honeymoon out loud to him......
"Like most brides of my background, I was a virgin and I was anxious about our wedding night. All that my mother had told me about sex was: 'Do you remember Daddy's Labrador getting on top of Biscuit? Well, that's what happens when you get married, except you'll probably be lying down.'
After the reception, Colin and I flew to Paris for the first part of a six-month honeymoon. By the time we got to the hotel, it was the middle of the night and I was exhausted. But not Colin. On seeing that our room contained two single beds, he stomped off to the front desk in a fury. The tiny night porter got quite a shock as my imposing bridegroom flailed his arms, raising his voice to the roof and waking up all the guests. In the end, the porter and Colin hauled a double mattress up four or five flights of stairs. Colin shouted all the way as the hotel's other guests came out into the corridors to see what all the commotion was about.
Finally, over the top of the twin beds was flopped a dirty, sagging double mattress. And underneath it all, somewhere, lay the exhausted Frenchman.
I waited silently, clutching my silk handbag with both hands, wondering what would happen next. To my surprise, Colin climbed on to the bed and was snoring within minutes. The following morning, our first attempt at sex was awkward and painful — and Colin was obviously dissatisfied, which made me feel terribly awkward. I knew he had been very promiscuous, often visiting Mrs Fetherstonhaugh, who ran one of the 'poshest brothels' in London, where the 'ladies' were quite often vicar's wives who worked part-time shifts for pocket money, returning to their civilised lives in the evenings.
I suppose Colin had never been to bed with a virgin before. But instead of easing me into the physical side of marriage, he had an alternative plan. 'I'm taking you out tonight for a surprise,' he said, after a slightly uncomfortable day at the Louvre. Imagining he was whisking me off to the Ritz, I put on my best dress. But as we drove through central Paris and out the other side, I began to get nervous.
The day before, I'd been exchanging vows in front of the Queen Mother, Princess Margaret and hundreds of other people, and now I was in a car being driven through the seedy outskirts of Paris.
'It's a surprise,' was all Colin would say.
The destination was nothing short of appalling: a filthy, rundown hotel, with a funny smell. After climbing some stairs, we entered a room and sat down in a pair of velvet, winged-back chairs. Then I was presented with Colin's 'surprise': two strangers, naked, in front of us, having sex.
I stuck the back of my head to the chair, sitting bolt upright and keeping my eyes closed. The intertwined pasty bodies of the French couple was the most unattractive thing you could possibly imagine. I found it perfectly disgusting. Every now and then, they asked if we'd like to join in. I found myself saying politely: 'That's very kind of you, but no thank you.' They carried on, oblivious, and then left. Colin and I hadn't exchanged a word.
I thought: this honeymoon is going to continue for six months. Six months! How am I going to cope? I've never quite been able to relax in Paris since. The next time Colin and I went there, he took me to a stage show featuring a man making love to a donkey.
For stage two of our honeymoon, we went to New York and then on to Cuba. Colin seemed to be settling down a bit — but everything changed when he took me to a cock fight. I watched uncomfortably as the men cruelly set about provoking the cockerels — pulling their feathers, shouting at them, then throwing them towards each other.
One of the cockerels, however, made a beeline for me instead. I think it must have mistaken my blonde hair for straw because, before I knew it, I had a cockerel's spurs digging into my scalp, and blood dripping down my face. Colin was absolutely furious, shouting that I'd ruined the cock fight and everyone's bets. Soon, the entire crowd was shouting at me, while the cockerel clung to my head.
The honeymoon continued. On a very long train journey to Yellowstone, Wyoming, we played cards in our sleeping car. There was a major problem: Colin didn't like losing. I kept getting good cards, and could sense his mood changing. Suddenly, he exploded and deliberately flipped a switch. The bed I was sitting on shut like a trap. I was squashed, my arms and legs sticking out, my head smashed against the wall.
Fortunately, Yellowstone marked the end of my baptism of fire, because I discovered I was pregnant. As we left, I experienced a great sinking feeling: I now had to face the rest of my married life."
I call it Hate MailIt's a horrific paper. I'm going on it just this once for the greater good!
Meh.. it's theft. You can rob any store these days and there's no repercussions.So they got a suspended sentence. I'm appalled and surprised at such leniency. The fines are chicken feed to them.
Vivs overpriced website is selling one that is more delicate ….I think those mosaic brooches are actually made in Venice. I remember being there many, many years ago and they were in all the souvenir shops and market stalls and were cheap to buy. Maybe it's different now, or did Viv pick one up for next to nothing and give it to Fanny? That red coat and awful hat don't do her any favours.
They packed the yellow diaper bag to bring back all of the extra purchasesDid Stephanie purchase a $3,000+ orange leather duffle bag by Louis Vuitton travel bag or is it from another designer. Take a look on the luggage cart. The yellow diaper bags makes a reappearance.
Several years ago, Isabelle6541 joined here and claimed she was a concerned patron who, along with a few others, planned to confront Fanny on Patreon’s Day at Lalande. She claimed to have gotten together with other patrons and an attorney…she was going to force Fanny to come clean. Said she didn’t want to bring down Fanny…just wanted her to change her ways. About a week before the Patron Day, she disappeared from Tattle saying she was headed to Lalande. Never heard from her again. There was never any confrontation…it was all an elaborate ruse by Isabelle6541. Nothing happened. I have no idea what she hoped to gain from the hoax. Maybe she just got a kick out of leading everyone on? Or maybe she got a kick out of scaring Fanny ahead of the Patron Day?So fill me in on this please? Troll?
I hope she's getting nervous.Now that they’ve wrapped up Billy’s misdeeds, let’s do the bigger fish, Stephanie Jarvis.
Sacristy lamp anyone?!?Watch Stephanie claim that items in the Sacristy and other items at the Dump chapel are missing and presumed stolen in her next video. Complete with a gaping open mouth photo of herself in an expensive new designer outfit with her hands on her cheeks, “Where are the missing chapel items?”
I am sorry to say they have slippery fingers and always will have.What an absolute moron. Why on earth would someone, whose partner is a millionaire (or maybe a multi millionaire..), need to nick items from churches in order to flog them in the UK for next to nothing. This is a guy who spends over £10k on a coffee machine..
And how ironic that he’s now doing up a convent whose own listed relics have gone missing..
I hope she's getting nervous.
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