Wakefield Prison is an austere, red-brick Victorian prison. Previously it was home to military prisoners who refused to follow orders in the war. Later, Courts ordered the detention of IRA prisoners at the prison. Twenty years ago, the prison service constructed a SuperMax facility at Wakefield — the first in the UK.
Wakefield is a Category ‘A’ prison, the highest classification for British prisons: Indeed, there are so many high-profile sex-criminals, murders and violent criminals housed press commentators often call this place’ Monster Mansion’.
Islamic terrorist Kamel Bourgass is here, serving his 54-year sentence for the murder of Police Officer…
Have you ever heard the expression ‘Sweet Fanny Adams’? These days, it has come to mean ‘nothing’ or ‘nothing at all’ but it started with a different meaning and it relates to a little 8 year old English girl who was brutally murdered and whose body was dismembered, body parts scattered, in an unsophisticated but bloody and violent crime in 1867.
Her murderer, 24-year old Frederick Baker, was caught almost immediately and was to be dead himself before the end of the year, hanged outside the County Jail on Christmas Eve.
August 24 1867 was a beautiful, warm summer day…
A younger person getting together with an older (and often, more affluent) person and wanting to get their hands on the older person’s money is nothing new. We have terms for it, like ‘gold-digger’. What makes this story rather more unusual is the sheer, contemptuous and unalloyed greed, coupled to the heartless contempt. It seems that Field’s victims meant nothing to him at all.
As my account here will attest, this criminal seems not to have any shame, any empathy or indeed any interest in anyone but himself: Everyone else on the planet appears merely to be there for him…
It’s all about the chickens
[RINGING TELEPHONE ANSWERED AFTER TWO RINGS]
(Dom) “Dominion Voting Systems, how may I direct your call?”
(Caller) «Bonjour. C’est le president de la 5eme République francaise »
(Dom) ”I’m sorry, caller, I don’t speak Spanish. Could you please say that again, but in English?”
(Caller) [spluttering sounds][Expletives in French — redacted] “…I am not speaking Spanish, I am speaking French! This is moi, sorry, me, Emmanuel Macron, President of France. This is Dominion, no?”
(Dom) “No? No, yes. Yes, this is Dominion, Mr President. How may I direct your call?”
(Caller) “Bon. I want to…
My Dad was a physically strong man, in his youth a boxer, and he worked for years in a dangerous, physical job where he endeavoured to save people and property. He was born and brought up in a tough inner-city neighbourhood where you sometimes had to fight to protect what was yours.
Mum was from the same area (they met when they were 15-years-old). She was also a fit and strong woman, more a dancer than a fighter, but no pushover.
Both of my parents were smart, too. Although their family circumstances did not allow them to remain in education…
Police forces worldwide have scored spectacular success in catching and convicting criminals in the last two years. This achievement is thanks to the Police being able to listen to conversations that the criminals thought were private. Indeed, the miscreants imagined the calls and messages to be fully encrypted.
Their mistake in this respect has now cost many of them their liberty.
In Europe and the Middle East, there were 60,000 users of a system called EncroChat, which offered genuinely secure end-to-end encrypted communications — not even the network operator could decipher the traffic on their network. …
Have you heard of the ‘law of unintended consequences’?
When countries, including the UK, locked down to protect hospitals from being overwhelmed with COVID-19 patients, some consequences were known and allowed for, from some people losing their employment to mass loneliness and isolation. There were predictable consequences (but not, perhaps, considered) like an increase in domestic violence caused by people forced by the rules to spend more time at home: And there were consequences that were unintended and not predicted, maybe not predictable.
Who would have thought that money launderers would have found lockdown so challenging?
Criminal activity, primarily (but…
A definition of the perfect crime might be one where no one but the criminal even realises that someone has even committed any crime.
These crimes did not meet that definition, but they came a pretty close second: How about a hold up where the victims will never report the crime to the authorities, so no one will ever be looking for the perpetrator?
Kashif Mahmood was one of the 31,000 or so officers in London’s Metropolitan Police: His wife was also a serving officer in the same Police Force. Joining at age 21, Mahmood had had a reasonable service…
Police officers knew he was still out there. They knew who the man was they were looking for, and they knew he was a stone-cold killer. They knew his MO — his modus operandi — was to both shoot his victims and also toss in a fragmentation grenade.
Gangster Dale Cregan knew the game was up, and he would soon have his collar felt when law enforcement caught up with him.
Police asked Cregan’s accomplice, who was already in custody, where Cregan was and what he was up doing. The reply was short and enigmatic.
“COD”, the Police were told…
Stephen Griffiths may have had a life-long ambition to join the ranks of the serial killers he admired and studied.
If that was indeed what he craved, in 2009 and 2010, he achieved this ambition.
Griffiths was born December 24th 1969, in Dewsbury, West Yorkshire.
Stephen Shaun Griffiths was the eldest of three children.
He had an ordinary and mostly uneventful childhood until his parents split up when he was nine years old. He remained living with his mother. He had some resentment towards her as he blamed her for the marriage’s breakdown.
Forensic Psychologist and a regular expert witness…