The plot thickens. I recently received a threatening PM from a member of this far right political party, IE, The BNP, who had logged in as Tom Munnelly. Tom Munnelly of course was an Irish folksong collector and associate of John Moulden, who has been dead for several years.

This particular crud, if it be he, has been ripping off the identities of various members of the English folk scene and posting Facebook pages which purport to show them as members of the BNP. Some, like me, are active anti-fascist left wingers, some are inactive leftists, and some are completely non-political. In my case, a long history of anti-fascist involvement has taught me to expect and ignore such things. But attacking people who have never said so much as boo to the BNP is something on an altogether different plane.

Also, in my case, emails purporting to come from me have been sent to EG., local radio stations, community organisations etc. These claim to attack or defend the "Muslim cause", depending on who is being emailed. But in one case I even received an email from a firm specialising in bras for large ladies, and addressed to Mrs Freda McCormick. (It would take too long to explain how I know it was from him. I will say though that this low life also has an interest in well endowed women, and many of his female victims have found photographs of themselves on the Internet with their mammarial regions digitally enhanced to ludicrous proportions.)

For some strange reason, as Vic Smith has explained elsewhere on Mudcat, he seems to favour victims who have in some way been associated with the Lewes Folk Club. This is a considerable embarressment to Vic, and one can only assume that the louse has some grudge or other against the club.

Beyond that, I've no idea how or why he chooses his other victims, but my identity was first stolen after a particularly trenchant Mudcat discussion about the BNP's appropriation of folk music.

I should add that there is nobody called Moulden or Acheson on either of the leaked BNP registers, 2007 or 2009. Moreover, beyond the fact that I publicly crossed swords with both Moulden and Munnelly in the distant past, I have no idea why he should have decided to harrass John Moulden. But anyone staring into the mental recesses of this fruitcake must be prepared for some startling scenes indeed.