In Colins book he publishes a copy of a letter from Jeremy. In this letter you can find the following -
"the corner stone of the prosecution evidence was fabricated, by whom I cant prove yet and its not necessary to do so for my appeal, but eventually I'll find out because it can only be one of five people."
So who are these five people? I believe they are the five name's listed in the attachment. AE,PE,RWB,DRB and SJB.
PS: I find it rather bizarre that Colin would include this in his book. He is more less giving the person he believes murdered his kids a platfrom to get his point across.
The whole letter can be found here :
http://jeremybamberforum.co.uk/index.php/topic,1045.msg32140.html#msg32140
The letters should be read as a whole. Here's another one you may have missed:
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Re: Jeremy Bamber: the Prelude, the Tragedy and the Aftermath
« Reply #1592 on: August 07, 2018, 07:12:PM »
SCRUBS PRISON, WEDNESDAY 2 FEBRUARY 1989
DEAR COLIN,
SO YOU DECIDED NOT TO REPLY TO MY LETTER. I WONDER WHY? MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE YOU CAN'T FACE THE TRUTH THAT I DID NOT KILL YOUR CHILDREN OR SHEILA OR MUM OR DAD. HOW SAD, COLIN, THAT YOU CAN'T DISTINGUISH REALITY FROM MEDIA HYPE, MISGUIDED POLICE AND MY MONEY-GRABBING RELATIVES. OUT OF EVERYONE I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT UNDERSTAND BUT INSTEAD YOU'VE MADE YOURSELF A COG IN THE MEDIA WHEEL. THE VERY SAME MEDIA THAT YOU RIDICULE IN THE RADIO TIMES. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW I'VE SUFFERED SINCE SHEILA KILLED MY FAMILY-I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU CARE AND WHY SHOULD YOU COLIN, WITH YOUR NICE LITTLE BOOK AND YOUR PRETTY LITTLE SCULPTURES POURING OUT YOUR GRIEF TO ANY FILM CREW AROUND-NICE TIMING TOO, EH, WITH MY APPEAL UP SOON, MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO WAVE A BANNER OUTSIDE THE COURT WITH "JEREMY'S GUILTY BUT I DON'T WANT REVENGE."
I HAD A REPORT FROM A TOP FORENSIC SCIENTIST WHO CAN SAY THAT THE FORENSIC EVIDENCE USED AT MY TRIAL WAS SERIOUSLY AT ODDS WITH THE FACTS-THE FORENSIC EVIDENCE USED WAS CRUCIAL FOR A CONVICTION AND I CAN NOW DEMOLISH IT-WHAT THAT MEANS IS I'M LIKELY TO HAVE A RETRIAL OR BE RELEASED AND THEN IT WILL BE MY TURN TO USE THE MEDIA FOR MY OWN SELFISH INTERESTS-PAY BACK FOR THOSE PEOPLE TOO BLIND TO SEE TRUTH. SHEILA KILLED HER CHILDREN AND MY MUM AND DAD AND THEN SHOT HERSELF AND I'M 9/10ths OF THE WAY TO PROVING THAT. BUT WITH NO THANKS TO YOU. DON'T BOTHER TO WRITE BACK EVER, COLIN, COS YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN MY LIFE
As for the substance, David Boutflour wouldn't have had the gumption, nor his sister the technical ability. Her husband might have had the knowledge but not the idea. Did Robert Boutflour have access to the house and a hair of Nevill's? As for Stan Jones, why risk his career on one case?
Whilst we're about it here's more of Colin's thoughts:
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Re: Daniel and Nicholas Caffell: 22 June 1979-7 August 1985
« Reply #772 on: January 14, 2017, 07:34:PM »
I realised there were going to be certain occasions when I would miss the boys more than any other. The obvious ones like Christmas and our birthdays were almost too painful to think about. Fortunately I had that wonderful family of friends to take the sting out of my grief and loneliness that first Christmas. There were other times, however, when the memories would sneak up and I found myself, unexpectedly, in situations where I couldn't avoid my desolation and missed the boys desperately.
When it snowed that February, I wandered up to Highgate to visit the grave on my own. The snow was that lovely powdery type that sparkles in the sunlight. I needn't have had any fears about not finding the site under all that snow because as I came to the bottom of the hill I was greeted by a sight that made me roar with laughter.Standing in front of the grave was the loveliest snowman I had ever seen. He wasn't tall by snowman standards, about two feet at the most, had a broad, cheeky smile on his face and an upside-down flowerpot with a red rose stuck in the hole, on his head. I was once again overjoyed at people's sensitivity to the way the boys would have liked to be remembered; it didn't surprise me later to learn it was Herbie.
On my way home I passed Hampstead Heath and decided to stop for a walk in the snow. The sun had come out, lighting up the scene with lovely pale colours contrasted by a deep blue sky and dark silhouettes of the trees. The scene was reassuring like a Christmas card but my dream was quickly shattered by the squeals of laughter coming from the happy families playing in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other and racing down hills on makeshift toboggans. All of a sudden, vivid memories of Daniel and Nicholas sprang to mind and I desperately wanted to join in the fun and be part of a family again. Knowing I couldn't, I began to wish the snow would go away.