“What’s your favourite domestic cliff”? I asked her whilst we had a romantic stroll on the Yorkshire moors. “Oh, are you taking on a romantic trip to the white cliffs of Dover to propose? I do like the Seven Sisters as well”, she replied with joy in her voice. “How about you babe”? She then asked excitedly. There was a brief pause as we steadily made our way through the thick fog. “Sutcliffe”, I replied as I then ploughed the hammer full throttle in to her skull, bludgeoning her to death.