We seem now to have reached a most unsatisfactory state of affairs: indeed we are at an impasse as both innocent and guilty camps hold steadfastly to their views, and with no new evidence forthcoming. Those who insist on Jeremy's innocence point to bureaucratic inaccuracies and a cover-up unparalleled at the time, whilst the guilters insist that though there were minor irregularities the correct verdict was ultimately reached.
Where do we go from here? Are Colin's wishes paramount, that the man who deprived him of his two sons should spend the rest of his life behind bars, or is there still some smidgen of hope through the legal process that the sentence can be overturned? Do we begrudge Jeremy a badminton lesson or can rehabilitation only commence when an admission of guilt is made, possibly to Terry Waite or some other man of the cloth, engaging him in discourse to gently coax out the truth, though in a more intimate environment than a reception-room with screwed-down chairs set within the confines of a dank Victorian edifice, where the only outcome hitherto has been an entrenchment of Jeremy's story, buttressed as he is by an army of supporters, celebrities amongst them, who swear blindly that a miscarriage of justice has taken place.