BY THE EDITOR
A few years ago, my colleague Nicholas Pearce wrote about how a Torbay-based dime store huckster known as Ellie Waugh managed to get the bleeding-heart LBC shock jock James O’Brien to promote her latest deception on air. Up to £70,000.00 was raised in donations by Waugh’s con, mostly using a crowdfunder that O’Brien innocently promoted live on air during his morning radio show for the unemployed and taxi drivers.
Nicholas’ exposé explained how:
- The deception centred around a homeless charity called Humanity in Torbay, Devon. The charity at the time was run by ‘CEO’ Mrs Waugh.
- Mrs Waugh spoke passionately to credulous Mr O’Brien of her selflessness helping a nine-year-old girl who called up her homeless charity begging for work because her family didn’t have enough money to live. The LBC article and recording of Mrs Waugh’s call-in with Mr O’Brien can be found here. The girl had revealed to Mrs Waugh that her mother had died, and her father had lost his job and she wanted any kind of job to help her family – cleaning the floor or washing dishes.
- Compassionate Mrs Waugh announced how she “broke down in tears at receiving such a heart-breaking call” from the nine-year-old.
- Mr O’Brien declared Mrs Waugh “the most admirable person I can remember speaking to.” (I say, quite something to be even more admirable than that other fantasist, Carl Beech who O’Brien endorsed for far too long).
Alas, the whole story from Waugh turned out to be fabricated. Utter bollocks from start to finish. Staff and volunteers at Humanity confirmed as much, later describing Waugh’s risible attempts at a cover-up. Think about it…why would a young girl call a homeless charity to offer to wash dishes? Fantasist Waugh was notorious in Torbay for telling crap porkies. Neither O’Brien nor LBC had performed even the most basic due diligence.
The girl never existed. So no ‘mother died’.
Since that call was made and since O’Brien’s very public declaration of admiration for her, Waugh has been exposed as the homeless charity boss who offered her councillor lover (he has since fled to the Philippines) clothes donated to her charity by the public; as the lady who pocketed benefits from homeless men in Torquay. Her charity Humanity Torbay was closed down in 2019 (later deemed financially ‘mismanaged’ by the Charity Commission).
Oh dear. Might there be evil in Waugh that virtue-signalling O’Brien never thought to consider?
In recent years Mrs Waugh has been busy reinventing herself as a Jeremy Corbyn diehard – as one does if in pursuit of new gullibles – and is up to her old tricks on a Facebook page called Poverty Watch (without charity status) promoting the occasional Go Fraud Me and playing the hate/victim dialectical as head of a community of 50,000 useful idiots.
Of late, Waugh also decided to get rather personal with the Squires after our very disappointing verdict versus the former BBC presenter turned Animal Rising supporter in the puffer jacket in the High Court last month.
Well, karma’s a funny old thing…
A recording of Waugh has suddenly materialised and it’s well worth a listen. And we’ve cut a few choice snippets for your delectation.
Here’s Ellie Waugh talking about a sex club in Torbay which she claimed involved councillors and celebrities engaging in some unmatrimonial polka; a club which she said was designed as a kompromat honeypot by the power brokers in Torquay (hard, I know, not to imagine the likes of Basil and Sybil Fawlty in spandex wielding sticks of rock). The club was referred to by those in the know as the Tuesday Club:
Waugh claims that at these parties run by a senior Torbay council official, there were prostitutes present:
And ‘young’ girls:
As one would expect, the Krankies rocked up for a bit of amorous congress. Fandabidozi. After all no sex party is a sex party without moans of pleasure from wee Jimmy Krankie:
And a world champion snooker player could simply not resist potting the pink:
Of course, and it’s obvious come to think of it, the fragrant Mrs Waugh claims she was invited to play the role of Alice in Wonderland at the Tuesday Club and to gorge on chocolate cake whilst doing squat thrusts in the cucumber patch – a role she quite rightly turned down in disgust.
Humanity in Torbay (on the left)
After a while of listening to this recording one begins to wonder if any of Waugh’s tales are at all true? At one point she professes to be the ex-girlfriend of Boris Johnson. Next, the ex-girlfriend of the actor Rupert Everett from whom she received a generous gift – a pink MG. (All a tad confusing, no? As Mr Everett has always preferred male company, has he not?). How can one believe a word of Mrs Waugh’s drivel?
An hour and a half into the recording, even Miss Whiplash makes a cameo appearance:
I dare not play the rest of the recording here. Councillors are named and awfully defamed. An MP is dissed, and a future Lib Dem parliamentary candidate is horribly trashed in his chaps. A female councillor’s drugs habit is (quite convincingly actually) laid bare, and one councillor is accused of prancing around in a nappy. (I’ll sit on – save might be the more preferable verb in this instance – some of the best bits for next year’s election).
‘Most admirable person’, Mr O’Brien?
‘How Not to Be Wrong’.
Indeed.
(We did approach Mrs Waugh for comment but she told us to ‘f*** awf’ and to ‘tell Dom we’re coming for him!’ The idea of getting pursued by a posse of Corbynites in dandruff-powdered, woolly jumpers – after 2 years of getting harassed and hounded by soap-dodging crusties/sabs/black witches – sounds like a marked improvement)