Welcome to Murder Mile.

Today, I'm standing on Archer Street in Soho W1.

Four doors west of the shooting of Paddy O'Keefe. Three doors east are the

first victim of the Soho Strangler, the same building as the murder of Camille Gordon,

and a few doors down from the framing of a deaf gangster. Coming soon to Murder Mile. At Seven Archer Street

sits Jilupo. An artist and ice creamery set on the ground floor of a five-story Victorian

terrace. As a warm and welcoming place, it loaves in the punters with such mouth-watering flavours

as ricotta sour cherry, coconut and rum, and mascopoli, raspberry and rose.

Whilst wisely avoiding a dig at Soho's seedy aside, with less palatable flavors, like heroin, chic and hobo-vomit,

citron and chlamydia, or six seconds of rough-drunken sex in a urine-soaked alley, with chocolate

and glittery sprinkles, although they would probably sell well if it was Instagram-able enough for the Oh my God Brigade.

Oh my God!

In 2004, this was a clip joint called the Blue Bunny Club, where Camille Gordon was stabbed to death

by an unidentified punter who was angry at being conned by the oldest trick in the book,

paying a pittance to get in and getting royally fleeced the second he stepped inside.

And although it may have seemed like a one-off incident, as a warning from the past,

an identical shooting had occurred just 38 years before.

It's a story which may seem familiar, but coming armed to undertake a mini-kenning spree.

What remains a mystery is his motive.

Was it revenge, sadism, money, a mission from God, or something stranger?

My name is Michael. I'm your tour guide and this is Murder Mile.

Episode 264.

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