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Jed was a fabulous tour guide, very enthusiastic and knowledgeable. We learnt a lot. Would definitely recommend.

Okay so I went on an official Jack the Ripper guided tour. I had given the trip to London to my wife as a birthday present — which sounds thoughtful until you realise that Whitechapel and Jack the Ripper were about to play a much larger role in the trip than she probably ever wanted. To be fair, we did other things too. There was the bus tour, the theatre show, and the wax museum. But any guilt I had about hijacking her birthday weekend evaporated the moment we reached Oxford Street and Primark. We have three children at home, and apparently all of them needed an entirely new wardrobe. I think she set a new record for “most items purchased while still claiming we’re ‘just browsing.’” One evening, we headed out for the Ripper tour. Our guide was named George. We were told to meet him outside Aldgate Station at 5 p.m. on a Friday. No description of what he looked like. No sign. No hat with a feather. Nothing. Conveniently, there was a loud American couple shouting “Jack the Ripper!” across the pavement. George approached them, which was our only clue, and the rest of us hurried over before someone else tried to claim him. So there we stood: George, the enthusiastic Americans, a Finnish couple, two very young people from Korea, and us. We looked less like a historical tour group and more like the opening line of a bar joke. The Korean pair seemed to know exactly one English word — “OK” — but that didn’t stop them from taking a photo every time George inhaled. The Finnish couple were more interested in every pub we passed; their eyes lit up with each one like they were checking off spiritual landmarks. The American man kept trying to tip George at random intervals because it was their last night in London and they “just needed to get rid of these coins.” And then there was me. I felt like I was sitting an exam in Ripper Studies. Thirty years of preparation and I was finally ready to unload it all. George began with an easy question: “So, how many people did he kill? Jack, not me.” The Americans immediately guessed twenty. Everything has to be bigger in America. They looked genuinely disappointed when the answer was five. The Finnish couple confidently stated the murders were done with a knife — which is technically correct, though not exactly an achievement. The Koreans said nothing, but their cameras clicked in encouragement. I, of course, delivered a long explanation about other possible victims, the disputed ones, and The Bank Holiday Murders, complete with dates and context. George cut me off before I started citing page numbers. We moved on. At each stop, George asked questions, and each time I was the only one answering. After a while he actually said, “This tour is basically unnecessary for you, isn’t it?” Which I took as a compliment. We visited all the murder sites — or what was left of them. One is now a car park. Another is a school. One was bombed in the Second World War. Still, the history lingered in the air, like an echo. Or maybe that was just my wife sighing, exhausted from hearing my voice narrate every step like I was recording a documentary she hadn’t agreed to be in. At the end, George asked who we suspected. I answered: “Charles Cross.” No one else had any idea what I was talking about. But George did. And he looked at me like someone finally understood his favorite topic. He even invited me for a beer at The Ten Bells — a pub that stood there during the Ripper’s time and was visited by at least one of the victims. A true historical location. But I don’t drink, and I’d already planned to visit the apartment used in the Hercule Poirot TV series. My wife probably would have appreciated a glass of red wine instead of watching me admire fictional detective architecture. I regret it now. We didn’t go. On the last day, we simply took a photo through the window of the pub — an act so touristy it should come with a warning label. But still, that night with George, under the streetlights of Whitechapel, surrounded by people who had no idea what I was going on about… I felt like I finally stepped into the mystery I’d been reading about since I was nine.

Jed was very informative and personable . We really enjoyed the tour and have a better understand the issues of the times

Ben was a very knowledgeable and enthusiastic guide. I would highly recommend this tour. Interesting discussion before, during and after the tour.

I just got back from a Jack the Ripper tour, and it was awesome! Our guide was a blast—super fun and really engaging. He knew everything about the case and shared some fascinating details, but what I really appreciated was how he focused on the victims and their stories instead of glorifying Jack. You could tell he was genuinely passionate about what he was sharing. The tour didn’t feel rushed at all, but somehow, the time just flew by! If you’re thinking about taking a tour like this, I wholeheartedly recommend it. You won’t regret it!

The Jack the Ripper tour was very interesting. I really enjoyed the stories of the people involved and seeing where they lived. It did give the history of what happened new life to me. My heart definitely goes out to the victims.

Lots of facts and theories about The Ripper and life in Victorian London. Walking in the dark added to the experience when trying to imagine life back then.

Jed was an amazing guide, very respectful towards the victims and their deaths and was very knowledgeable about the area and topic.

Walking at an easy pace. Unbelievable historical knowledge, sightseeing and the chills you get are frightening. Loved it!

My daughter and I thoroughly enjoyed the Jack the Ripper tour. Our guide Constantine was very informative and passionate about the details and history. We would highly recommend.