Monday, 14 April 2014

New Case Material Obtained

"The admin team have now obtained further case papers relating to my innocence and work sifting through the evidence will start on these in the coming weeks. It’s amazing how even after 28 years new information keeps emerging. 

I also want to thank the people who have come forward as part of our appeal for new information —no matter how small and insignificant you think your knowledge is it all helps build a picture and often evidence from two different people will fit together perfectly like missing pieces of the jigsaw puzzle—so don’t hesitate to get in touch if you have information. 

Appeal for New Information.

Legal material is still being prepared on my case for the new submissions. Once again thanks for everyone’s support and keep a look out for some new Case QT Video’s to accompany our web pages." 

Happy Easter to Everyone, Jeremy. 

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

A New Year of Less Liberty

Part of a series: "A Life of Less Liberty" by Jeremy Bamber. 

“Where I’ve been so lucky in my life is that my Mum and Dad have always inspired me to reach for the stars and to be the best that I can be, and it sparks memories of Granny Bamber, who set the bar so high.

I know that Dad was all he was, for the most part, owing to his Mum and the values she aspired to. We didn’t get to see her all that often - but each year from Boxing day through to the New Year we would visit her at home, Clifton House in Guildford’s Castle Hill. The visits began as early as I can remember right through until Granny Bamber became too ill to live in her own home.

The best memories I have from my visits to Clifton House were when I was about five or six years old. Me, Mum and Dad and Sheila would travel down altogether in the car. Sheila and I would always play eye spy and the "are we there yet?" Game which would go on for ages. Sheila and I would take our shoes off in the back of the car and put our feet in each other's faces and giggle the whole journey. 

Granny’s house was huge and was something like 6 storeys high. My great grandfather designed and built it but sadly I never knew him or my grandfather. It was a traditional old place and there were many trophies on the wall from shooting, old furnishings with old-fashioned carpets and curtains. Sheila and I had a room each made up for us when we stayed, Sheila was always on the fourth floor and I remember there were even a attic rooms too and Granny Bamber had her own suite of rooms. Very occasionally other family members would appear but usually it was just Granny and us.

Sheila and I would explore the two gardens and there was a large walled garden one side, which had a gate in the wall so that you could walk down straight into the town. We always had fun and I remember us looking out to the bowling green on the other side too. There was a big fig tree in the grounds and so there were plenty of opportunities for games and places to hide whenever we did venture out in the cold. The fig tree was perfectly positioned to get the sun and in the summer Granny would send Mum beautiful fresh figs that she posted in old light bulb boxes so each was safe in it’s own compartment and didn’t get bruised. When we visited in the summer I would climb the conker tree in the bottom garden.

Granny had house-guests who lived in. There were two elderly ladies who were both single, and they lived in their own small suites. There was also Mr Kennedy who also must have been in his seventies or eighties, and had worked for my Granny and Granddad for many years before he retired. He lived in his own suite too. They each had a bathroom in their suite, a baby belling cooker and a hot water urn, so their apartments were pretty much self contained.In the afternoons every day and including during our stays, all three house guests would join Granny Bamber and us for afternoon tea, and Sheila and I got to know them all well, though now the names of the two ladies escape me.

We enjoyed the traditional turkey for Boxing Day lunch and dinner and New Year’s Day included ham carved off the bone. Granny would serve wine too, and of course I always had fizzy pop. The dining room table was enormous it could seat something like 28 or 32 people. In the early years when I was

very young there was a cook and a housemaid who stayed in the kitchen area most of the time. The rooms had cords in them connected to bells in the kitchen to call the housemaids, they weren’t used any more but I thought it would be funny to run from room to room ringing them and Granny told me off for that!

The house was old and creaky and it seemed there was a shadow around each corner. I remember almost every room had a big old clock ticking loudly, there was a big grandfather clock on the floor where I slept and every hour on the hour it would bellow out a big chime, and I would almost jump out of my skin. I remember Granny also had another enormous clock that sat on the top of a chest of some sort and it chimed every fifteen minutes.

I loved Granny Bamber deeply and she was kind to me. She knew that the house ‘gave me the willies’ and she once set up a little game for me to liven up dinner. The main dining room was two floors up from the kitchens and Gran had a food lift that brought the hot food safely from the kitchen to the diners. She had me sit in the food lift holding a big bottle of Champagne and I was wound up to the dining room by Mr Kennedy. I would go “Boo!” as the doors were opened when it arrived at the top and it gave Granny the giggles and made the house fun. Everyone looked so surprised to see me the first time I did it, and of course I did it more than once and everyone still went along with the ‘surprise.’

As time went on I still went to Clifton House for New Year, I remember I was always in

bed before midnight, I can’t remember if anyone else stayed up. We continued with our annual visit until I was about 16 or 17 and Sheila started going out in London for New Year and eventually Granny became too elderly and frail to keep running Clifton House. I remember the house was getting run down and I think vermin got in, and she and Mum and Dad decided that she would come and live with us at White House Farm. 

We had carers to help us with Granny and as a family we would also take it in turns to see her to bed at night. As she grew more infirm I remembered the times when she comforted me when I was afraid as a child at Clifton House, and I wanted to be there for her as she had been for me. Eventually Granny had to go to a full nursing home before she died but my memories of her remind me of how she influenced all of our lives.

Granny Bamber always wore high heels until she became too ill. She was a delightful lady and even though she became infirm she didn’t get cantankerous with it as some older people do, even my friends would come over and they loved to see her. She had a great serenity about her and she reminded me of Marlene Dietrich or Bette Davis because right up until she died she remained so beautiful because it came from her heart which is the lesson that one learns in jail, it’s laid bare as we have nothing but the cut of our jib to sail the shark infested sea. There is no hiding behind the bling or the bluster and it is all down to Granny Bamber that my little dinghy has sailed along for almost 30 years, ‘cos you see it can seem scary when the seas are rough and there’s no land in sight - but with a bit of luck what ever the storm it will always pass. So the trick, no matter what is hang on ‘cos things always change in time.”

Happy New Year for 2014


Tuesday, 24 December 2013

"Almost Christmas Number 30 and still there is no Justice"

“Well here we go again, almost Christmas number 30* and still there is no Justice for me. It’s been a sad few months and I miss our friend Susan May but her memory will live on in all our hearts. That’s what this next “New Year of Less Liberty” is about, remembering those we love through the best memories of them. I know it’s an old quote but I wanted to change it for the people who have done so much to help me over the years and continue to do so.
“Stone walls a prison do not make,
nor prison guards constrain;
with Love, with Hope, with Friends like you;
that time could never taint.”

We have seen the passing of Nelson Mandela who moved mountains because of hope and an ability to inspire the very best from those whose lives he touched and his memory is indelible.

There are many things I would love to share about the case that we know now, but my lips are sealed, making me almost at bursting point because the New Year will see the time for action. There will be storm clouds breaking over a small corner of Essex as Justice thunders in to 2014.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to All.


You can catch up with Jeremy in “A New Year of Life of Less Liberty” which will be posted here in the next 10 days.*Jeremy clearly thinks he's been in prison longer than he actually has, it's been pointed out that he's only approaching his 29th Christmas so we have amended the text accordingly

Friday, 8 November 2013

Tribute to my Friend the late Susan May

This is one of those things that I really hoped I’d not have to write and what’s even worse is that Sue and I had talked about ‘just this’ many times.

Bless my dear friend Susan May, my life was considerably richer for knowing Susan because she was the ‘Joan of Arc’ in fighting against injustice. She was tough and determined, but she was much, much more than that. Susan was warm hearted, caring, very gentle and attentive. She made me hopeful for the future. It’s odd writing this eulogy for her as she didn’t like people to compliment her, but she really was one in a million. It’s not what you say that defines you; it’s what you do.

I had been corresponding with Susan for a few years after she contacted me and we
struck up a pen friendship. Funnily enough we almost never talked about legal stuff and I’m an insufferable bore when it comes to talking case, but we just didn’t speak about it. Then I happened to get a transfer to Durham jail which was a mixed prison, and also where Sue was at the time. A mutual friend of ours, Frank was in the next-door cell to me at the time.

The women worked in the kitchens and had to walk past our exercise yard to get to work and back, they weren’t allowed to stop for a chat, but some women would walk slowly and Frank and I would walk with them. It was really good to chat face to face, both Frank and I were on a special diet at the time, it’s a normal diet but without meat, fish or eggs. This came in tin foil portions and was dreadful, it’s true to say that even the cockroaches wouldn’t eat it. So we told Sue about us being the only two guys on this menu and how awful it was. As it happened her best mate was in charge of preparing this menu. Sadly I cannot recall her name but she could cook Indian food beautifully well and that’s what she put in our foil portions after Sue had spoken to her, it also came with a separate salad, and a little fruit salad, often with chili dips or garlic sauce it was food that was able to make you smile and I applied to stay an additional month so that I could have visits from a friend in Durham, and the food and daily chats with Sue were just great. We kept in touch after her release from prison in 2005 and spoke and wrote regularly.

Sadly Frank is dead, and now Susan too, but I feel blessed having known them and shared a good friendship over many years. I’m sad for Sue because she really needed to clear her name, but the fight for her will go on I know. Sue, I miss you already but you will live on in my heart and in the hearts of so many others too. 


Listen to the audio recording of the Susan May Memorial Service, Saturday, 16 November, at 3:00pm, Bethesda Chapel corner of Dogford Road and Rochdale Road, Royton. Speakers at the service will include Paddy Joe Hill, Eric Allison and Sandra Gregory.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

28th Anniversary of being Wrongly Convicted.

Andrew Hunter

The 28th of October is yet another anniversary, the date when 10 jury members concluded that I was guilty of murder. It seems odd that the burden of proof required for a guilty verdict is ‘Beyond Reasonable Doubt,’ and yet two jury members were not convinced I was guilty. It’s difficult to reconcile the fact that the jury found me (83%) guilty, then the Home Secretary imposed a new sentence announced in 1994, ensuring that I die in jail, that certainty was not shared by the jury or the trial judge.

I am busy researching a lot of material thanks to former police officers DCI Ainsley, DI Miller, DI Cook and DS Jones who are being so helpful in their trail of handwritten material and interviews with my relatives. The City of London Police and the Metropolitan police have also obliged by saving a lot of the former Public Interest Immunity material including many copies of my relatives' draft statements which don’t reflect the final copies submitted to the courts.

A lot of people have asked where we are with new submissions to the CCRC and these are still being prepared and we are awaiting further forensic reports instructed by my lawyer Simon McKay. There needs to be a thorough and comprehensive submission and this takes time to complete.

Since my last blog there was an article in the Mail on Sunday by Glen Owen about Andrew Hunter's book about my case. Again, further evidence has surfaced showing that I am innocent and that Sheila had been walking about the house, which is contrary to what police officers and the pathologist claimed in their statements made after the original investigation.

This month also saw the 80th anniversary of the Osea Road Caravan Park which Ann Eaton and Pamela Boutflour ran alongside my Mum, June Bamber. I was stunned to find that there was no mention of my Mum in their recent article on the Osea Leisure, caravan site, which is now run by Janie Robinson, Ann’s daughter. I don’t care about the lies that my relatives say about me, but it is the way that my parents and sister have been portrayed wrongly by the relatives that really upsets me. This last piece of media completely ignored the achievements that my Mum contributed to the caravan park during her 20 years of shared ownership and day to day running of it. I think the article speaks for itself in telling you that my relatives felt nothing for my Mum despite telling the police how much they loved and cared for her. If you want to find out more truths about how my relatives benefited upon my conviction please see this video or my interview in the Times Magazine from 2010.

Further debate has been happening in the house of Lords this week on theWhole Life Sentence issue. I’m sure that the British Government will wait until the Grand Chamber’s 6 month deadline comes to an end, to make a decision on whether or not to put reviews back into life sentences as they were until the Criminal Justice Act was altered in 2003.

Finally I heard news this week of the sad death of Susan May, who was a dear friend and fought like a lioness to prove her innocence. She will be sadly missed by all those who knew her.

As another anniversary of my wrongful conviction passes, it is with many thanks to all my friends and supporters whose kind letters keep me fighting against the injustice that I live daily.


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