Who gained the most

[shonapugs]

Ah, Rochy, you wink, but that is still the route that I'm trudging down.

[HMEssex]

I'm not questioning his lifestyle before the killings. I'm just wobbly as to why he seemed to use them as an excuse to immediately begin to profit afterwards.

But how was he profiting immediately afterwards?  No monies had come through at that stage and more than likely would not have done for months.  He would have to be using money he already had, unless he was using a credit card.

[Jackiepreece]

I wonder if you can get a hit man and pay over like 20 weeks spread it out a bit like the catalogues

[shonapugs]

Think of the nectar points..................

[HMEssex]

I wonder if you can get a hit man and pay over like 20 weeks spread it out a bit like the catalogues

Oh Jackie that comment has literally made me 'laugh out loud'!

[shonapugs]

But HM, he DID flog stuff, and practically the next day he was clearing out Sheila's flat, apparently. And what about the photos of Sheila that he touted?

[chochokeira]

I am not sure I quite understand the silencer issue it is far too ridiculous and i hope to meet judge dredd or whatever he is called one day if he is not dead yet especially regarding the summing up issues


So the hit man had a plumbing job on the actual day it was convenient to carry out the murders, but life sucks sometimes, so jeremy decides he might as well do it he kills the twins kills his mother kills neville after a ferocious fight with his father although he didnt get a scratch gets his sister to lie down and calmly shoots her under the chin so it looks like suicide she doesnt mind although a bit pissed off because jeremys just killed her children then jeremy thinks oh well better take the silencer of the gun i dont want to get any more blood on me so i might as well put it in the cupboard as it is then he is stuck do i really really hide the silencer so its still in the farm if anyone asks or shall i just hide it a little bit and now i get stuck  because i dont know how fast his bike went on the way home

Panting like the blazes, his heart fit to burst as it pounds in his chest, Bamber pushes his mother's bike as he waddles to the sea wall...he's still wearing his flippers.

"Please, God, let me just make it to Goldhanger", he panted, "this bl**dy wet suit's killing me".

Bamber went on muttering to himself as he mopped the copious sweat which trickled down his face. Periodically he rubbed a hand down his arm to squeeze out some of the sweat which had accumulated under his armpit beneath the wet suit.

"Don't let anyone see me like this, I'll never live it down next time I'm banged up in the scrubs if anyone gets a picture of this on their mobile."

Pushing the bone shaker of a bike up the slippery slope of the muddy sea wall was no mean feat for a man suffering heat exhaustion from killing five member of his family while wearing a wet suit and flippers, but he managed it somehow.

# I've just gotta get a message to you- oo-oo
   Hold on, hold on #

Bamber sang mockingly as he finally made it to the top of the slope, climbed aboard June's sit up and beg and set off along the sea wall at a fast and furious pace.

Every now and then Bamber had to brake to a shuddering halt as he hit a hair pin bend in the path.

"Watch it, watch it!", he warned himself.

Five minutes and he was on the long, straight stretch home, not a minute too soon, either as Bamber was by now hallucinating from dehydration and heat exhaustion.

Perhaps it was the heat exhaustion that led him to make that error of judgement? He'll never be sure. One moment Bamber was riding high on the sea wall, singing dementedly to himself: then the moon seemed to play a trick on his thirst and heat addled mind...

"A bat, out here...?....wooooooo........Aaaaaaauggggh!"

Just at that tricky point on the path at 'the Shoe' in Goldhanger, the section of the sea wall where the path narrows dramatically as it forms a hair pin bend and crumbles away to the rocks below, that's where Bamber swerved to avoid that damn bat.

In swerving, the front wheel of June's bone shaker hit a clump of grass as big as a sleeping policeman, making the bone shaker buck and shudder as its back wheel span round towards the rocks below

... the rest is history.

It will always be one of the great mysteries of this case that, when Bamber was found concussed on the rocks by a police boat patrol the next morning.. still wearing his wet suit and flippers and still singing:

# I've just gotta get a message to you- oo-oo
   Hold on, hold on
   One more hour and my life will be through -oo -oo
   Hoold o-o-on, hold o-o-on #

there was not a scratch nor a minuscule drop of blood on him.

How could that be if Jeremy Bamber had killed five people in one of the most frenzied and brutal mass murders of our century?

[shonapugs]

And the Booker prize goes to................Chocho!! Totally brilliant!! This is why I don't applaud or smite, I am not worthy. That was lovely to read!! If I was JB and reading that, I would be buying bunting and celebration pants!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[HMEssex]

I am not sure I quite understand the silencer issue it is far too ridiculous and i hope to meet judge dredd or whatever he is called one day if he is not dead yet especially regarding the summing up issues


So the hit man had a plumbing job on the actual day it was convenient to carry out the murders, but life sucks sometimes, so jeremy decides he might as well do it he kills the twins kills his mother kills neville after a ferocious fight with his father although he didnt get a scratch gets his sister to lie down and calmly shoots her under the chin so it looks like suicide she doesnt mind although a bit pissed off because jeremys just killed her children then jeremy thinks oh well better take the silencer of the gun i dont want to get any more blood on me so i might as well put it in the cupboard as it is then he is stuck do i really really hide the silencer so its still in the farm if anyone asks or shall i just hide it a little bit and now i get stuck  because i dont know how fast his bike went on the way home

Panting like the blazes, his heart fit to burst as it pounds in his chest, Bamber pushes his mother's bike as he waddles to the sea wall...he's still wearing his flippers.

"Please, God, let me just make it to Goldhanger", he panted, "this bl**dy wet suit's killing me".

Bamber went on muttering to himself as he mopped the copious sweat which trickled down his face. Periodically he rubbed a hand down his arm to squeeze out some of the sweat which had accumulated under his armpit beneath the wet suit.

"Don't let anyone see me like this, I'll never live it down next time I'm banged up in the scrubs if anyone gets a picture of this on their mobile."

Pushing the bone shaker of a bike up the slippery slope of the muddy sea wall was no mean feat for a man suffering heat exhaustion from killing five member of his family while wearing a wet suit and flippers, but he managed it somehow.

# I've just gotta get a message to you- oo-oo
   Hold on, hold on #

Bamber sang mockingly as he finally made it to the top of the slope, climbed aboard June's sit up and beg and set off along the sea wall at a fast and furious pace.

Every now and then Bamber had to brake to a shuddering halt as he hit a hair pin bend in the path.

"Watch it, watch it!", he warned himself.

Five minutes and he was on the long, straight stretch home, not a minute too soon, either as Bamber was by now hallucinating from dehydration and heat exhaustion.

Perhaps it was the heat exhaustion that led him to make that error of judgement? He'll never be sure. One moment Bamber was riding high on the sea wall, singing dementedly to himself: then the moon seemed to play a trick on his thirst and heat addled mind...

"A bat, out here...?....wooooooo........Aaaaaaauggggh!"

Just at that tricky point on the path at 'the Shoe' in Goldhanger, the section of the sea wall where the path narrows dramatically as it forms a hair pin bend and crumbles away to the rocks below, that's where Bamber swerved to avoid that damn bat.

In swerving, the front wheel of June's bone shaker hit a clump of grass as big as a sleeping policeman, making the bone shaker buck and shudder as its back wheel span round towards the rocks below

... the rest is history.

It will always be one of the great mysteries of this case that, when Bamber was found concussed on the rocks by a police boat patrol the next morning.. still wearing his wet suit and flippers and still singing:

# I've just gotta get a message to you- oo-oo
   Hold on, hold on
   One more hour and my life will be through -oo -oo
   Hoold o-o-on, hold o-o-on #

there was not a scratch nor a minuscule drop of blood on him.

How could that be if Jeremy Bamber had killed five people in one of the most frenzied and brutal mass murders of our century?

Excellent.  You forgot about him holding a torch though!

[shonapugs]

You can get those wanky ones, that you strap to your head.......

[HMEssex]

You can get those wanky ones, that you strap to your head.......

Lovely!  So as not to draw attention to oneself!

[chochokeira]

I am not sure I quite understand the silencer issue it is far too ridiculous and i hope to meet judge dredd or whatever he is called one day if he is not dead yet especially regarding the summing up issues


So the hit man had a plumbing job on the actual day it was convenient to carry out the murders, but life sucks sometimes, so jeremy decides he might as well do it he kills the twins kills his mother kills neville after a ferocious fight with his father although he didnt get a scratch gets his sister to lie down and calmly shoots her under the chin so it looks like suicide she doesnt mind although a bit pissed off because jeremys just killed her children then jeremy thinks oh well better take the silencer of the gun i dont want to get any more blood on me so i might as well put it in the cupboard as it is then he is stuck do i really really hide the silencer so its still in the farm if anyone asks or shall i just hide it a little bit and now i get stuck  because i dont know how fast his bike went on the way home

Panting like the blazes, his heart fit to burst as it pounds in his chest, Bamber pushes his mother's bike as he waddles to the sea wall...he's still wearing his flippers.

"Please, God, let me just make it to Goldhanger", he panted, "this bl**dy wet suit's killing me".

Bamber went on muttering to himself as he mopped the copious sweat which trickled down his face. Periodically he rubbed a hand down his arm to squeeze out some of the sweat which had accumulated under his armpit beneath the wet suit.

"Don't let anyone see me like this, I'll never live it down next time I'm banged up in the scrubs if anyone gets a picture of this on their mobile."

Pushing the bone shaker of a bike up the slippery slope of the muddy sea wall was no mean feat for a man suffering heat exhaustion from killing five member of his family while wearing a wet suit and flippers, but he managed it somehow.

# I've just gotta get a message to you- oo-oo
   Hold on, hold on #

Bamber sang mockingly as he finally made it to the top of the slope, climbed aboard June's sit up and beg and set off along the sea wall at a fast and furious pace.

Every now and then Bamber had to brake to a shuddering halt as he hit a hair pin bend in the path.

"Watch it, watch it!", he warned himself.

Five minutes and he was on the long, straight stretch home, not a minute too soon, either as Bamber was by now hallucinating from dehydration and heat exhaustion.

Perhaps it was the heat exhaustion that led him to make that error of judgement? He'll never be sure. One moment Bamber was riding high on the sea wall, singing dementedly to himself: then the moon seemed to play a trick on his thirst and heat addled mind...

"A bat, out here...?....wooooooo........Aaaaaaauggggh!"

Just at that tricky point on the path at 'the Shoe' in Goldhanger, the section of the sea wall where the path narrows dramatically as it forms a hair pin bend and crumbles away to the rocks below, that's where Bamber swerved to avoid that damn bat.

In swerving, the front wheel of June's bone shaker hit a clump of grass as big as a sleeping policeman, making the bone shaker buck and shudder as its back wheel span round towards the rocks below

... the rest is history.

It will always be one of the great mysteries of this case that, when Bamber was found concussed on the rocks by a police boat patrol the next morning.. still wearing his wet suit and flippers, torch still strapped to his head and still singing:

# I've just gotta get a message to you- oo-oo
   Hold on, hold on
   One more hour and my life will be through -oo -oo
   Hoold o-o-on, hold o-o-on #

there was not a scratch nor a minuscule drop of blood on him.

How could that be if Jeremy Bamber had killed five people in one of the most frenzied and brutal mass murders of our century?

Excellent.  You forgot about him holding a torch though!

[shonapugs]

Yep. You would hardly notice a wanky head-torch over the wet suit and flippers.

[chochokeira]

Yep. You would hardly notice a wanky head-torch over the wet suit and flippers.

How could a head torch sufficiently illuminate that hugely tricky and dangerous sea wall path and illuminate Bamber a view of the hairpins and crumbling sections looming ahead?

[shonapugs]

Choch, I have no idea. I've never been there, I could not hazard a guess. I still think that the simple, original theory was possibly correct. JB paid, and that is why he's convinced that he is innocent. But he still hasn't told the triuth.