Thank you for your thoughts on this.
chocho: "Unlike Jeremy Bamber, I hadn't been locked away in prison in a surreal and artificial, 25 year time warp when I was interviewed. My freedom did not partly depend on how well I might do in those interviews. How hard must it be to come across as natural under such circumstances!"
That could be true.
I don't know what to think - I wish I could make up my mind!
Assisted Breaking System. That's what I think of every time I see abs 
Are you back on the fence after your trip over to the other side? 
Hanging in mid air... I need some ground under my feet regarding this frustrating case. Not a thing makes sense to me! 
I don't WANT to think that Jeremy did this and I have a hard time picturing it; but there are elements that tell me that he might have.
He doesn't display any emotion talking about his family (and never once mentions the twin boys). Perhaps a tiny hint of emotion when he talks about how he "walks" with his dad, I have to be fair. You can hear that he is very emotional talking about the drawing a friend made for him of him standing outside with his fist raised. Only emotion for himself...
Hi abs,
We must remember that Jeremy Bamber has been locked away in the harsh environment of HM prisons for over 25 years, since he was a young man of just 24 years old.
Imagine it. You're 24, an innocent man and you've just been locked up in a cell for the next 25 years. In a few years time the Home Secretary is going to come along and play a pretty mean trick on you by telling you, sorry, chum, I've decided to leave you here to rot: you will never leave prison, you will die there. But you don't yet know that this is going to happen. How strong will you have to become to survive this, abs?
Brian Keenan, one of the Beirut hostages who was a captive for around 5 years - like Jeremy, he was in solitary confinement for part of that time - wrote a wonderful book about his experiences and the effect of captivity on the human mind. The book's called 'Evil Cradling'.
Keenan writes of his constant struggle to remain sane. He describes that one method he had for keeping a tenuous hold on his sanity was to mentally rerun every piece of music he'd ever heard and every film he'd ever seen, day after day, after day. Some days though the strategy didn't work. Sitting there for months on end, all alone, with no one to talk to or to reassure him that he was alive and still existed, that he would survive, Keenan went to the brink of madness and back. At those times, all of his films and music would play simultaneously and take over his mind. Then Keenan would do a crazy little dance to the resultant demented cacophony of sounds and images until he callapsed in exhaustion.
Some days there'd be a terrible squawking and a flock of imaginary birds would fill his cell as terrified Keenan flung himself around in an attempt to escape them.
One of the other Beirut hostages, John McCarthy, also wrote a wonderful book about his captivity which he called, "Some Other Rainbow." The first page of the book has the lyrics to one of the songs he replayed in his mind while sitting there in his lonely cell:
Wonderful Remark
How can you stand the silence
That pervades when we all cry?
How can you watch the violence
That erupts before your eyes?
How can you tell us something
Just to keep us hangin' on?
Something that just don't mean nothing
When we see it you are gone
Clinging to some other rainbow
While we're waiting in the cold
Telling us the same old story
Knowing time is growing old.
That was a Wonderful Remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies - to myself - to myself
How can we listen to you
When we know your talk is cheap?
How can we ever question
Why we give more and you keep?
How can your empty laughter
Fill a room like ours with joy
When you're only playing with us
Like a child does with a toy?
How can we ever feel the freedom
Or the flame lit by the spark
How can we ever come out even
When reality is stark?
http://www.wolfgangsvault.com/van-morrison/video/wonderful-remark_-1229593273.html