Steve. Julie's testimony is perjury why remain in denial?
Firstly let me apologize for mixing up the alleged position of the rifle and the magazine. I have removed the post and though I believe the whole story is a concoction from beginning to end I have no wish to over-egg a pudding that has already been tasted and found unfit for human deglutition.
I don't believe at the point Julie gave the testimony that she was in such a frame of mind to proffer any lies to law enforcement. I myself have undergone the experience of everyday life in the North of England to be whisked suddenly to inner city London, to be transformed on a conveyor belt of anxiety courtesy of the education system to the point that even the most phlegmatic individual can begin to doubt his or her own sanity. Fortunately for myself I did not have a Jeremy Bamber character in the foreground manipulating my emotions( the London schoolchildren were damaged enough), nor did I feel the need to resort to sleeping pills to numb the rollercoaster of emotions I felt at times engulfing my person.
Here is Julie, experiencing exactly what I was encountering on a daily basis: recalcitrant children who considered themselves grown-ups, though blissfully unaware how acutely vulnerable they were, whose own parents abrogated all responsibility yet their educator was somehow supposed to magically transform them into model citizens and get them through exams, when some days all they wished to do was listen to music through headphones and scream abuse more at one another than myself, yet she herself was teaching a strange timetable and new curriculum, making notes to satisfy the Headteacher and External Examiner(in my case a Modern Languages Advisor from the ILEA), spending the holidays furbishing Jeremy's cottage, doing his washing as well as her own, working at Sloppy Joe's and Maldon Growers and no doubt keeping an eye on her own family in the process.
Under these circumstances is it any wonder that Jeremy's true intentions slipped under the radar, that poisoned fruit of a diseased mind desperate to experience untrammelled pleasure from parents who had too late begun to draw in the reins? No doubt Jeremy painted the sombrest picture of the Gresham's days and found in them the desired expedients of Nevill and June, and therein appropriated Julie's feelings and fettered her fate to his, a ransacked office at Osea Road testament to the sense of entitlement he felt from the debt owed for how he has been treated down the years.
Maybe Julie was playing her own hand in her own way, though surely not trailing him, and juggling so many balls in the air in an attempt to satisfy so many figures of authority that she became blinded to reality: Jeremy was her companion, yet a companion in whose emotions she had no part. As her eyes were drawn involuntarily to his indecipherable face,a Jeremy costumed in black felt only a sense of relief, emancipated from farm labour as he feigned the tears, yet once out of sight of the cameras his expression changed once more to the practicalities of his new status, whist Julie was left to wrestle with her conscience and the recognition of what a fool she had been.
