Give us some.....privacy?

It's often said that "Google is your friend."

You must have heard it. When you need to know something reasonably obscure, like 'How much does a traffic cone weigh?' or 'Can a goldfish sing?', you'll often hear it said - Google is your friend. Indeed it is. I found the answers to both those questions ('up to 4.5kg' and 'yes' are apparently the answers??).

However it seems that if you want to take a non-literal stroll down Pages Lane in Essex and pop in for a virtual brew at White House Farm, you cannot.  Which is a shame, really.  Here's how it looked when a couple of friendly coppers were standing guard by the entrance to Pages Lane the afternoon after Jeremy Bamber supposedly killed his family:

So I decided I'd take to Google Maps and get myself down there. Except you can't. Sadly. You get stopped by the entrance to Pages Lane and are allowed go no further, a bit like 1985 all over again. :-(

Might it just simply be that Pages Lane is a private road and thus Mr Google was not allowed to take his camera car down there? Might it be that those now living at White House Farm (about a mile or so down and on the right - all publicly available information...) just want some privacy and to be left alone to their thoughts after all this time?

Well it appears not. Those crazy critters love a good camera! In fact, they've opened up the doors to White House Farm for so many documentaries that it's a wonder they don't stick a cafe in there and have everyone in for scones.  Look - here's Ann Eaton with one crew near the Aga cooker in the White House Farm kitchen:

Trauma and tragedy? It doesn't look like it. She'll show you what you need to know. Not sure what the caption here is but it may be she's saying  "My nails made this one, and we used a fork for the other one..." I obviously couldn't comment.

So if it isn't privacy they want, why can I not take Google for a ride? Have they something to hide?

I might well ask Google - it knows the answers to the craziest things, after all. I just typed in "How was Jeremy Bamber ever found guilty and why is his still in jail?"

The explanation is about as believable as a singing goldfish!

You'll Never Believe It!!

Have you heard the news? What a crazy day…

First I heard on the radio that we now have to eat SEVEN portions of fruit and vegetables per day to maintain a healthy lifestyle, upgraded from five.

Then I saw in my newspaper that chickens are starting to lay square eggs… Horrendous!

And now I’ve just discovered that we’re jailing innocent men… What’s going on there?

Word has it that, back in 1985, a young mother suffering from mental illness tragically took the lives of her parents and children before her own. Unbelievably traumatic, yes. But, without the support mechanisms that many of those in her condition would benefit from nowadays, it is not entirely unfathomable.

Anyway… soon after, folks started poking the finger at her brother, Jeremy. Not seemingly for any particular reason – i.e. him actually committing the offences  - but more likely out of either shame, embarrassment, greed or any share of the above.

In any case, I hear this Jeremy ended up in jail, and is still there! This despite the fact that he managed to apparently kill five persons (his own family in their own home, don’t forget) without leaving a single trace of evidence.

A fair few people buggered up and fluffed their lines here so tracks needed to be covered (like bicycle tracks in mud, only there weren’t any), lies needed to be told and corruption needed to be committed! Oh yeah it sounds like they had a right old knees-up making sure he took the fall.

What an affair. Flying bikes, wet suits, clocks that work backwards, tricks of the light, musical telephones and a bowl of sugar. And you did read me right – this was back in 1985. Nearly 30 years ago!

Okay, okay. APRIL FOOLS!!!!

 This news story was also not quite true...

Hahaha! Did I get you?? Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it in any more. I’ve just actually wet myself!

Come on. You didn’t actually think we’d jail someone for life for murdering five members of his own family without any evidence or fact to base the conviction on, did you?

You didn’t genuinely believe that the half-cocked, Jeremy-has-horns HOBNOB theories did you?

No, no. You silly beans. That sort of thing doesn’t happen in the real world. Happy April Fools, everyone!

Bews' Views - Tell Me Whatcha See!

Hello. Two in as many days you lucky people you.

I always say there are a number of reasons why we know that Jeremy Bamber shouldn't be in jail – the chief reason being that he didn't kill his family for starters, and you’d think that would be enough!

But there are more, including the fact that Jeremy’s version of what happened outside the house when he stood next to police has never changed once – not one single time, in the last near-30 years. So you’d reckon Jeremy might top Nelly the Elephant in the memory stakes. His recall is good.

Now you would reckon that, were he a guilty man, then the Police account would be the one that stands steadfast instead of having more holes than a sieve. Alas, this proves not to be the case at all. But don’t take my word for it. Have a watch of this, courtesy of PC Bews - one of the officers on duty at WHF that fateful night:



What do you make of that then? Now, if Jeremy was the one who ‘saw’ it and was the one who tried to persuade people, it might reflect (no pun intended) badly on him. A diversion, evil Bamber, a ruse, a distraction, a red herring! But if it really was Jeremy, then why does PC Bews recall in another interview that, not only was it his actually his fellow officer who saw it, but also that he had an entire conversation with him about it!

You might forget what colour shoes you were wearing after 30 years or what colour the front door was – you might have thought it was a hedgehog you trod in running around the outside of the house, throwing shapes to the sound of ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ when in actual fact it was dog shit. But to ‘mistakenly’ recall an entire conversation with a fellow officer at one of the most crucial points of the most notable night of your career? No, I’m afraid not. He recalls the conversation because that’s how it happened. 

Jeremy, I'm afraid, saw nothing – in that sense at least. And they didn't actually bop about on the White House Farm lawns to ‘Dancing in the Moonlight,’ either –cos there was no moonlight that night, being an overcast affair.

A trick of the light with no light source? Doubtful. Movement inside the house, proving Jeremy’s innocence? I fear so. Bews’ Views may have changed more times than we can count over the years  but alas, he’s been backed up and mean old Jeremy has been told he must stop picking on him about it.

I reckon, like Nelly the Elephant, it’s about time we all packed our trunks and said goodbye to the circus. Nominations for the cannonball, anyone??!

Karma Has Dreadlocks...

Hello. A wise bear once told me "...if you do bad things, bad things will happen to you - that's just karma."   The bear was right you know.

I'm a nice blogger who does nice things, yet bad things do still happen to me - I stubbed my toe the other day. Horrific. So you know it isn't an exact science, but the theme is generally sound.

Jeremy Bamber is a good egg; he doesn't do bad things like stealing schoolkids' lunch money, farting at a vicar or murdering his entire family, for instance. Yet bad things are happening to him - like spending about 30 years in prison as an innocent man. Not good.

However, karma is alive and well in some parts of Essex and beyond. Some might say that those who spend their time collecting things like hoover dust and vast, vast amounts of sound moderators have indeed done some naughty things in their time, so what might become of them?

If life has a natural justice, then it shall come to pass that they'll be violated quite substantially by this lady. Her name is Kharma. She's a professional wrestler, you know. And a big one at that. Look at the size of her.

You wouldn't want her to leap on top of you now would you? No sir. I am afraid however it may be unavoidable. The folk who conspired to send Jeremy to prison will soon gaze into the future and see this hurtling towards them at considerable speed, albeit in a metaphorical way. We couldn't possibly afford to hire "Kharma" to go around and sit on them all, as quirky as that would be.

A glimpse into the future!

So, like any good soap opera and like any good professional wrestling match, karma tends to follow a bit of a script and the outcome is already determined - life merely allows us to live through to that ending. For those of us with the power to think independently (and the ability to count bodies accurately and tell the difference between 'male' and 'female'...); what happens next is clear.

Kharma's a bitch! She also looks good with dreadlocks...

The Generation Gap!

Ahh Bruce Forsyth. What an institution, what an icon - what a chin!

I did enjoy his Generation Game back in the day. What super telly that was. Do you remember it? The conveyor belt, the cuddly toy, the "didn't they do well?!"  Yep, real majesty. Some people playing the game were pretty good, too. Some of them not so much. It got me thinking about the extended relatives of Jeremy Bamber, the man rather bafflingly jailed for murdering his entire family despite, er, not actually having murdered his entire family. Always thought that was amazing, too.

Anyhow, what pulled it all together for me was this absolute scream of a read in the East Anglian Daily Times. Have a look:

Feature: Osea Road Leisure Park

It is essentially a super-duper review of how splendid business is at the thriving Osea Road Leisure Park in Maldon, Essex. It talks to you about how current head honcho Janie Robison is the latest in a sterling line of family members through the generations to have worked at, in or around the facility as its ownership has passed on over the years.

The only thing that stops this feature being right up there with #1 Best Selling Book* "Framing Bamber For Dummies" is the fact that there is a massive gap in there somewhere. About a 20-year gap, I'd say.  It's an exhaustive read about how awesome the family are and how they've pulled together, stayed close and battled adversity to grow this seemingly dead-end bizz into a real Essex superpower. Good on them. Except there's no mention of June Bamber - sister to Janie's granny Pamela Boutflour - who ran the entire show for two decades. That's a pretty big gap in the Generation game, folks!

I can't think of why that is. Granted, they didn't pen the article themselves - and you'd never read mum Ann's handwriting anyhow (something about a big footprint or something? *shrugs*) but why are they not pushed on this particular part in the businesses history?  Might it be because, as they see it, Houdini Jeremy killed June and the rest of the family and they wish to forget all of that, even if it means blotting her out? Possibly, but they certainly benefited financially from his conviction emphatically enough and managed to keep the same lampshades and wallpaper in the apparent killing house, so it's a theory hardly likely.

Could it be the fact that Jeremy's relatives had motive to lie in court at Jeremy's trial and covered up the fact that they would indeed be much, much better off were he imprisoned? Could it be that, as part of what they later inherited, Osea Road Leisure Park is actually a painful reminder of the past for this reason rather than the loss of Jeremy's mum, dad, sister and nephews?

I won't go on and on and theorise and make accusations - I'll only repeat the simple fact based in irrefutable proof: they DID have considerable motive to lie in court at Jeremy's trial and the jury were never told the full story.

The funny thing is, we're asked to believe Jeremy Bamber killed his family for money and are told we can accept that as motive. Yet it's apparently inconceivable that extended family members who stand to inherit and benefit financially can play a role in the imprisonment of a man who is innocent because to say so is fanciful. If I asked you to kill a man or frame a man, which would you think were easiest to do? Certainly it is a true fact that Ann Eaton said she could 'live with' Jeremy being imprisoned despite being innocent. 

Still, we rock on and the fight continues. I keep the theme tune to the Generation Game in mind.  "Life," it says, "is the name of the game, and I wanna play the game with YOU!"

Given he's had near 30 years in jail, there are those who indeed tried to "play the game" when it came to Jeremy's life. They're now about to lose very, very badly and this time there isn't a cuddly toy big enough to make the pain go away.

But didn't they do well!!

* Sold once, but it was bloody well used.

Bamber Book Club

I do love a good read and write session, you know. That’s why I made a blog after all. Can’t beat a good book.

So it got me thinking: What if Jeremiah Bamberoonie (Jeremy Bamber to you and I) wrote himself a book about the adventures, thrills and spills of the last 30-or-so years? What form might it take?

After all, that whole suffering the devastating loss of your whole family with absolutely no victim support, being accused of killing them with absolutely no evidence whatsoever and then imprisoned for life for it – despite that imprisonment being totally illegal in itself….  Yes, I’m sure that’s a real squeal of a tale and would give 50 Shades a run for its money in terms of sauce!

Seriously,  Jeremy will be free soon enough, that’s for sure, and if he ever feels like penning his story then it will definitely shame a lot of people. For now, we can only speculate. It could look like this, for instance:

GOOD BOOK?

Sort of like an Alcatraz-cum-Shawshank excitement feel to it, don’t you think? I like the idea that it’s all about to change and that for the clutch of weirdos who happily made this happen to him there will be no way back. So yes, I suspect it might be something like that.

If that’s the ‘good eggs’, what about the ‘bad eggs’? Any idea what their book would look like?

Well, funny you should ask – cos I’ve managed to snare me a copy. I did enquire originally if I could be sent a copy but was told that they had all been destroyed/could not be traced, and yet low and behold, I found it! Bit of a recurring theme.

Anyway, here it is:

BAD BOOK!

The ‘explains-all’ textbook on how to imprison Jeremy Bamber. Would go very nicely with the Cooking with Jeremy tutorial, from a past blog.

Just as well it’s an idiot’s guide, eh?

Flat Planet's Guilty Myth

Where the other half presumably live...

Hello blog lovers.

It's funny, isn't it; how the world changes as the years go by and how our beliefs and fascinations change - we learn the awkward truth about the festive fatty (sorry, still bitter I didn't get that set of pink fluffy handcuffs that one time), the tooth fairy and the like. It's been the same all through time - lest we forget at one stage we all believed the earth was flat and that we'd all fall off if we travelled far enough. I could name thousands!

Our man Bamber's case is a bit like that you know, except over time some of us have become a lot better at growing out of certain myths than others. For instance:

- You know that dragonflies don't sew your lips shut - they don't have any needles, silly.
- You know you won't really become a zombie if you don't hold your breath when you pass a cemetery (seriously).
- You know your face won't stick that way if you pull a funny face as the wind changes (though I know of a lady's that has and she ain't never comin round to change my bedsheets...)

It's all just stuff people want you to keep believing. So why is that the silly sausages of the guilty brigade still try and shove decades' old horse crap into our faces?

You see, we didn't always know for a fact that Nevill, Jeremy's father, called the Police. But then the facts of the matter arrived and we discovered that he did.  It was new information, so we learned from it and it strengthened us. We didn't always know just exactly how and why Police got around things like silencers, super glue and paperweights, but now we do - cos we've learned.

But those who tell you our Bamber's a naughty egg are telling you the same stuff now as they did nigh-on thirty years ago. There's a good reason for that: like all those wives-tales and child-beliefs, it's all a load of HOBNOB, if you know what I mean? Do love a Hobnob, good with a brew.

They can't change the record - it's like the Zutons or local radio, they've got no new stuff! They'll tell you Jeremy hid the phone (he didn't), he wore a wet-suit (he didn't), he climbed through a window (he didn't), there was Sheila's blood in the moderator (there wasn't), he talked about killing them all (he didn't) and was found sat in the corner of a darkened room feasting on stale bread and cold mashed potato..... okay, so perhaps they don't tell you that, but they tell you the rest!

It's as pie in the sky as the world being flat - which it isn't... though a small, merry band of those who made all this happen will soon wish they could fall off and disappear....

5,000 So Soon?

 

 Alright there my blogger mates? Just thought I would pop my head around the door and see how we were doing and make brief mention of the number 5,000.

 Five thousand indeed. What's that, you say? "Is that number of reasons I can count to say that Jeremy Bamber is innocent?" Nope. Close, but nope.

" Is that the number of fabricated lies, stories and fantasies spread by Police, ex girlfriend, Jessica Fletcher and Hercule Poirot?"  Well, you're getting warmer but nope.

"5,000, Mr Blogger man, is that the number of approximate attempts it takes to spell 'scene' correctly in the Annual Essex Police Spelling Bee?" That's VERY good! But not the one I'm after...

 No, no... 5,000 is the number of page views this here blog has had since we started the whole thing and began taking the royal p*ss out of people who should really, really have known better 27 years ago than to start messing about with something so seriously. A modest start. but it'll do.

Sadly for you naughty guys and gals, though: it may have taken 27 years but the truth is finally getting out. The clock ticks, the tide turns, and you, my lovelies, are screwed! Oops!

Bamber, Time Lord...

Ahh the Back to the Future films. Remember them? One of the best things to come out of the 80s, cinematically.

You remember, it was all good stuff. Boy goes back in time, has his mother fall in love with him instead of his father and then they help send a police car out to White House Farm in Essex cos the Big Bad Wolf of Tolleshunt D'Arcy, Jeremy Bamber has killed his entire family.

That’s how it went, wasn’t it? That’s how it seems, anyway. Confused? Well, never fear my bloggeroonies, I shall once again explain all.  We all know out here in the real world that Jeremy Bamber did not kill his family. Ironically his biggest crime was in not killing them – purely because, in being innocent, he’s far too big a risk to the lawmakers of the land and so sits in jail for nearly a third decade.

Log of Jeremy's call to police

Anyhow...... Have a look at this – it’s a call, made by Jeremy to police from his home which is about ten or so minutes away from where the tragedy took place. You can see here that he explains that his father called him in a panic saying that things had clearly got out of hand – Jeremy asks for help. Simple enough there.

Jeremy's father Nevill contacts police

 Now look at this one. It’s a telephone call made by Jeremy’s father, Nevill, to police around about ten minutes before Jeremy’s one to Police. It says that his “daughter” had gone “berserk” with a gun and so understandably required Police assistance. Simple enough there.

Yet Jeremy Bamber is the man in prison. Why for, you wonder? Well, because police claim that Jeremy lied and that his father never did call him and that when he [Jeremy] called police to say so, he was telling porkies. To explain the second log, from Nevill, they claim it was merely an officer copying down what Jeremy had claimed Nevill had told him and giving that call its own record. Why police would feel the need to make retrospective record of a call when neither participant was the Police is beyond me.

 Now, there are about 403 reasons why the above is a load of old toff and why Nevill’s call to police was exactly that.  I want to make this very simple though. Look at both logs carefully. You can see that Jeremy, as detailed by Police, called them at 3:36am. Look now at Nevill’s log. You can see that police dispatched a car (CA7) to the scene at 3:35am. Answer me this – if Nevill did NOT call the police and the only call the police took that night was from Jeremy, to what, where and why did they dispatch a police car one minute before they even received that call?

The answer is simple. It was Doc and Marty McFly. They’d seen it all in the future and decided to call the coppers in advance of Jeremy’s call to try and help out a bit. It’s Back to the Future and an episode of the Bill and Dr Who all in one baby! That's right, sod the TARDIS you mother, give me a cop car!

Or.... back in the real world – Police dispatched the car because Nevill Bamber, fearing for the lives of himself, wife, daughter and grandsons, desperately called them for help. It’s the call that they tried to hide – the ‘Nevill Call Log’ took almost 20 years to surface – and it’s since been the call they’ve tried to cover up.  No more. 

Lies and Alibis

Another court myth busted for you today, Bloggermen and Bloggerwomen.

You see, they tell us that Jeremy Bamber was a bit of a pretty boy, bit of a ladies man and a bit of a hit with the women (when they weren't trying to convince us with homophobic abuse that he was gay, that is...difficult to keep up with all their changing stories.)

But he can't be a pretty man, can our Bamber. I mean I look at him and I thinks to myself "Ahh, nice looking chap." Yet it seems we're wrong.

Bamber's an ugly man, it emerges. At least, he ain't got to Alibi!

Allow Brian and Stewie to explain:

So there you go!

Only........... that's not quite either, is it? Not at all.

You see, you'd expect a man apparently guilty of five murders to have no alibis and no proof of innocence, wouldn't you?

Only Mr Bamber has himself an alibi. WHOOPS! Another lie... He doesn't have one alibi, he has about 20-plus of them. That's right, more than twenty alibis to prove his innocence yet not a single one has been allowed to secure his freedom.

That's justice denied, folks. And that IS pretty ugly.

Cooking with Jeremy

Saw this and thought of you. I was looking through my new book, “Mother Justice’s Cookbook” – got it from a car boot for 10 pence and it’s an absolute scream.

You can cook up all sorts of crazy stuff with this bad boy. I found this on page three (no boobs, just travesty I’m afraid):

RECIPE 27: JAILED INNOCENT MAN

Ingredients:
-    1 Jeremy Bamber
-    Police officers capable/willing of behaving corruptly (the honest sort are no good)
-    A Sound moderator (Or as many as you like, actually – let’s say 50)
-    Small amounts of animal blood
-    Flecks of red paint – don’t worry if you forget, you can always add these later)
-    I pair of undies in a bucket (Water may or may not be required – just make it up)
-    1 Bag of hoover dust (must be kept in hoover – helps retain taste and texture)
-    A hearty helping of witness/character statements – disregard the positive ones – don’t want those getting out. If any appear positive in any way, edit/change to suit over time.
-    2 whole bullets (if you only have 1 whole one and one fragmented one, just magic the fragmented one back together.)
-    1 rifle - can moved around and photographed in different positions. To suit taste.
-    1 woman scorned. Must be capable of sacrificing justice to save herself.
-    1 Court preservation order. Actually, just ignore and disregard that. Destroy what you want, they'll never know.

How to cook:
-    Waste no time in imprisoning your Bamber. No evidence is actually required – you can just throw together some of the above a while later and it should just about work. Leave in prison for approximately 30 years and do all you can to obstruct justice and cover your tracks.

WARNING:
ABSOLUTELY NO FORENSIC EVIDENCE SHOULD BE USED AT ANY TIME.

Proceed with caution – if the instructions above aren’t followed to the fullest, justice may, in the very end prevail and your Bamber may be freed and shown to actually be innocent. This must be avoided at all costs as we’ll all be in a lot of trouble.

Oh crap... can you smell burning in the kitchen??

A Bullet, Re-Born!

Hello boys and girls – are we sitting comfortably for story time? If so, we shall begin on another tale of magic, yay!

We will begin with another quiz question cos we like those:

How are a CAT and a BULLET alike?

“They both hurt if they catch you,” you ask? Well, it’s a good answer – I wouldn’t care much to feel either a cat’s claw nor a bullet enter my person even if one is more serious than another,  but it’s not the one I’m after!

The real answer is: A bullet and a cat are alike cos they both have more than one life!

At least, it appears one of the bullets in the case of Jeremy Bamber has more than one life. Maybe not the nine lives enjoyed by those lazy, frolicking felines, but certainly more than one.

You see, most bullets would consider it the end of the road if they were to fragment. I mean, after all, if someone scattered an arm of yours here and a leg of yours there and four toes somewhere else, you’d probably be a gonner, too!

But this bullet is special – I’d say miraculous! Fragmenting wasn’t enough to keep this bullet down – like a tale from the Holy Bible (Blogged on that the other day – read it, it’s a belter), the bullet was born again, as perfectly formed and as rounded as the day it was made.

How? you ask... Well I’m afraid you need to ask the Crown Prosecution that. It was one of many of their super-duper magic tricks that helped condemn an innocent man to almost 30 years in jail for crimes he didn’t commit.

Fact - Sheila Caffell suffered two bullet wounds. One bullet lodged in her neck, the other directly into her brain.

Fact – The pathologist who examined Sheila detailed that the first bullet "fragmented on striking the bone.” (extract below).

Fact – In support of the above, this X-Ray – not discovered until after Jeremy’s appeal – clearly shows the bullet has very much fragmented.

X ray showing the fragmented bullet

Yet mysteriously, at trial, the prosecution ballistic experts detailed that BOTH bullets examined for suitability to the murder weapon were whole. How can that be? We’re certain Mr Fletcher is a decent fellow and that he provided said information based on fact i.e. the bullets he examined WERE whole.

So now the situation is this: It’s a FACT that one bullet fragmented inside Sheila’s neck. It’s also a seemingly a FACT that the same bullet was whole when examined for Prosecution purposes. The question being – what happened in the mean time?

We’re aware that the airy-fairy, flimsy case against Jeremy was only even remotely passable if the moderator evidence was proven. Did the swapping of this first bullet fuel this aim? Possibly – that’s the only bit we are guessing – but the bit we are certain of is that it was swapped – and the X-ray proves it.

Like dominoes, another piece of the prosecution case falls. Maybe the Police in this case is effectively one giant cat? I make this about eight-and-a-half lives down, guys. It’d suggest you end this farce once and for all while you still can, before the evidence does it for you!

"The One with the Waggly Tail"

Yes! How much IS that rifle in the window?

That's right - I say rifle, not doggy - on account of the fact that this particular entry concerns the murder weapon in the case of Jeremy Bamber rather than fluffy petfolk.

Anyway - I ask how much is that rifle in the window, cos it was clearly hot property and in demand - everyone wanted to hold it, though no one would own up to it of course!

Allow me to do some explaining for you.

The truth: Jeremy Bamber's sister, Sheila, after killing her entire family, took her own life. She shot herself once, in the soft tissue of her neck, but was not killed outright and the case pathologist stated she would have been able to stand and walk. While found unconscious by the Police in the kitchen, she fled while the Police were searching the rest of the huge farmhouse and went upstairs where she would later fire a second shot which killed her instantly. Fully aware that she had killed herself, but also knowing that there was no way it could get out that they mistook her for dead in the kitchen when she was in fact still alive, Police re-staged the scene so it reflected suicide. A small manipulation of the truth in of itself - the suicide still stood - and from here the Police were fine. They photographed her and decided that  it might be nice to get in some Police training and drafted in many more unidentified individuals and officers to practise how an officer might remove a gun from a dead body. All shockingly disrespectful to the dead relative of Jeremy Bamber.

What they'll have you believe: Jeremy Bamber killed each member of his family, Sheila included. Sheila was never found in the kitchen at any stage and was only found in the bedroom (either on the floor or on the bed depending on which log/notebook you read - dead bodies move in the crazy, wacky Police world, you see). It was Jeremy who re-staged the scene to make it look as if Sheila had killed herself so he could get away with murder. Neither her body nor the murder weapon were moved at any time.

How we know version one is "the truth."

The murder weapon, they say, was never off the body of Sheila.

Kay then. What's it doing by this window, then?

 Oh no wait - mere frames earlier in the Police film (seconds or minutes in real time - photos would have been taken at a mass rate for a family murder-suicide), this photo shows it's actually not by the window. We must have imagined it was ever then shown to be by the window. It was on the body the whole time, yes.

In some strange way I almost wish I was making this stuff up - I wish it was me inventing this information and just telling you about it - but these are Police photos - it is the Police logs that record Sheila was found downstairs and it is the Police who maintain neither she nor the gun were moved once they were inside. 

You don't have to take my word for it - the evidence is there. Jeremy Bamber is innocent, and the Police know it.

Now You See Me...

MURDER SCENE: You don't see me here...

SOMEBODY'S KITCHEN: Now you do...

Time for a bit of visual wizardry this afternoon (no, not a “trick of the light” – I’m keeping my powder dry on that bad boy for a while!) and something that will blow your mind.

Okay so picture the scene if you will. Jeremy Bamber, we are told, has battled with his father in a life-and-death struggle in the kitchen of White House Farm. What we are led to believe is that they fought over the murder weapon, attached to which was a sound moderator. During this struggle, said moderator is scraped against the surround of the kitchen Aga – you know, cos the paint that scraped off was found inside moderator about four million years later and that’s how we knew Jeremy was the killer. Sound reasonable? Sound air-tight? Fully factual and cast iron?  Hmm.

We essentially have two sets of photographs – one set of photographs taken of the murder scene, and one taken about a month later.

STOP – TIME FOR A QUICK GUESSING GAME!

QUESTION: Guess in which set of photos the scratches to the Aga surround were found?

Yep – well done boys and girls. The additional damage is not present in the photos of the crime scene – but it is indeed present when photos were taken weeks later, by which time Hercule Poirot, Jessica Fletcher and their troops had decided that Jeremy was a guilty man.

QUESTION: Guess which set of photos would help send an innocent man to jail for life?

Well done again you clever shrews. Jeremy Bamber was jailed – seemingly – on the evidence relating to the moderator which included the paint from the Aga surround. A man, jailed, with the help of photos taken a month after a crime was committed, despite the fact that pictures of the actual murder scene differ.

What I don’t understand, is how? Surely the most crucial pictures and the ones to which we should pay most attention are those of the actual murder scene – quite literally, it was the scene of the murder (as the name would suggest) – a month later it was, cruelly, just somebody’s kitchen. Yet somehow the evidence was accepted as mere fact.

But this isn’t just me waffling. The photos are there to be seen now, and photos don’t lie.  A leading photographic expert has painstakingly reviewed the two sets of photos and is convinced that the scratches that helped to convict Bamber were never there in the first set taken – meaning they were made afterward (obviously).

I’m afraid you don’t need to be Poirot or Fletcher to figure this bit out: Jeremy is innocent, and was jailed on fabricated evidence.

Fool Me Once....?

 Here’s one to wrap up your weekend with.

The super Police folk involved in convicting Jeremy Bamber of the murder of his entire family would have you believe that at first, way back on August 7, 1986 ‘twas Bamber who tricked scores of Police officers and medical personnel into believing his sister Sheila had murdered her relatives before taking her own life when in fact – they say – it was he who did for them all.

They would have you believe that once and only once were they tricked – but then they got wise to that devious rascal and put all the pieces together and it wasn’t long before they knew the truth...!

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Let’s have a looksie here, shall we. Let’s disregard everything we know about the lack of crime scene preservation by police, the sheer lack of respect shown by them to Jeremy’s dead relatives, the logs, the loudhailer – everything. Let’s just wipe it from our brains and start again.

Let us go along with the fantasy that, somehow, Jeremy did manage to trick each and every one of these people. Every person from every profession – each of them bamboozled.

Okay, fine. They got duped once, but never again. Oh no.Them's too smart.

Except, it would seem, master magician Bamber managed it again – or so this log you see before you would appear to suggest.

You see, back in the real world, not only do we know that everything that happened that night – both inside the house, outside the house and back inside the house once police went in, points to Jeremy being an innocent – but the Police knew it too.

We know that as late on as September – almost a full month after the killings – D. Supt Ainsley says in this interview that a ‘review’ of the case was to be carried out on his orders.

This review, he says, was carried out. It’s conclusion?

He states: “When Kenneally [fellow officer] was asked to give us the results of his review, he stated that the evidence indicated that Sheila was responsible.”

How very mysterious. A review carried out a month after the killings confirmed the original verdict – yet how is that it has never been disclosed just what evidence was used to carry out this review or indeed what it uncovered?

The FACT here – not opinion – the FACT, is that the Police staged their own review of everything they found and saw that night and still found Sheila to be responsible. So they'll say they were duped again, eh?

Do we still blame Harry ‘Bamber’ Houdini, then? Or is it about time the justice system and those responsible finally admitted to what they knew then and what they know now – Jeremy Bamber is innocent and should be freed.

Fingerprints? Wot Fingerprints??

Here’s another one for the non disclosure files.

Did you know, tis a fact that the Bible is the most shop-lifted book in history? From bookstores, libraries, murder scenes – people just can’t help themselves when doing away with it. Never read it myself – not my cup of tea. But I’m sure it’s a belter.

And yes, I did say murder scenes. You see, beside the dead body of Sheila (where it was eventually found, rather than when it was first found), was a bible. Don’t believe me? Here’s a photo of it.

So there we go. There’s that one sorted.

Look a little closer now at this second photo – you can see from within the pages of the bible there is a handwritten note and a crocheted piece of material.

See that note?

Why is it, then, that no evidence whatsoever was called or heard at the trial of Jeremy Bamber in relation to a bloodied bible found by the body of one of his supposed victims?

Here’s another photo – it proves that a “positive result” was made of fingerprinting of the bible. Yet why is it that we do not know whose fingerprints they are?

We can exclude the fact that they could be Jeremy’s fingerprints. It’s a fair assessment to say that if a man’s bloodied fingerprints were found on a bible next to a dead body, and you’re planning to charge that very same man with that person’s murder, you’d probably include that in your evidence against him as it’d be pretty damning. So what’s going on??

But the bible was never, ever discussed. The note was never, ever discussed. Police knew about it because they fingerprinted it and got a positive result – so what happened next? Well, the note and the material seemingly vanished from the face of the earth to the point that many believing in Jeremy’s guilt deny that it even existed. Yes, that’d be it – we all imagined it.

It took years for some of the photos you see on this page to be released (Jeremy’s legal team had been told at one point that no photos had even been taken!) and until 2005 before the fact that the bible was fingerprinted to be even known. Why the 20-year wait if there was nothing to hide?

Not getting at all, remotely suspicious about this yet?

We’ll never get the answer we need because the fear is that the Bible, note and crocheted material were either returned to the relatives or destroyed as part of a mass cull of key evidence despite the fact that Police were ordered to not destroy said evidence.

The morals of this story? Don’t frame innocent men and don’t shop-lift the Bible.