Jeremy Bamber - Debunking Mike Tesko's strange theories

[insider]

I think they have given up and the forum has reverted to something akin to the womens institute not that I have anything aganist the womens institute.  Lugg shouldfeel well at home though.   

[puglove]

I think they have given up and the forum has reverted to something akin to the womens institute not that I have anything aganist the womens institute.  Lugg shouldfeel well at home though.   

For the Castleford Ladies.


Bamber shoots a petrified, disorientated Sheila, with the silencer on (the 2 wounds are clearly different.) She has flinched/moved her head away slightly and the shot enters the side of her throat, knocking her out cold. Bruising begins to form around this wound. Bamber moves her arms and hands to make it look like suicide, realises with a shock that the silencer makes the gun too long, unscrews it, wipes it on the carpet (the circular marks partly hidden by the bible), knows he can't "lose" it because it would eventually be missed so dashes downstairs and stashes it away. Comes back to again arrange Sheila's hands and arms, realises that she still has a pulse, has to load another "final" bullet (that must have REALLY pissed him off, it was all going so well), pulls her down slightly by her ankles to expose under her chin (note hair, necklace, back of nightie), and shoots her again.

Evening, all.

[Myster]

I think they have given up and the forum has reverted to something akin to the womens institute not that I have anything aganist the womens institute.  Lugg shouldfeel well at home though.   

For the Castleford Ladies.


Bamber shoots a petrified, disorientated Sheila, with the silencer on (the 2 wounds are clearly different.) She has flinched/moved her head away slightly and the shot enters the side of her throat, knocking her out cold. Bruising begins to form around this wound. Bamber moves her arms and hands to make it look like suicide, realises with a shock that the silencer makes the gun too long, unscrews it, wipes it on the carpet (the circular marks partly hidden by the bible), knows he can't "lose" it because it would eventually be missed so dashes downstairs and stashes it away. Comes back to again arrange Sheila's hands and arms, realises that she still has a pulse, has to load another "final" bullet (that must have REALLY pissed him off, it was all going so well), pulls her down slightly by her ankles to expose under her chin (note hair, necklace, back of nightie), and shoots her again.

Evening, all.

Hold your breath while Patti experiments by dragging her nails on a pear and a banana.... well, it certainly beats dead pigskin and might produce some accurate results, don't you think?    .... then again it might not. 
                                                 

[puglove]

I think they have given up and the forum has reverted to something akin to the womens institute not that I have anything aganist the womens institute.  Lugg shouldfeel well at home though.   

For the Castleford Ladies.


Bamber shoots a petrified, disorientated Sheila, with the silencer on (the 2 wounds are clearly different.) She has flinched/moved her head away slightly and the shot enters the side of her throat, knocking her out cold. Bruising begins to form around this wound. Bamber moves her arms and hands to make it look like suicide, realises with a shock that the silencer makes the gun too long, unscrews it, wipes it on the carpet (the circular marks partly hidden by the bible), knows he can't "lose" it because it would eventually be missed so dashes downstairs and stashes it away. Comes back to again arrange Sheila's hands and arms, realises that she still has a pulse, has to load another "final" bullet (that must have REALLY pissed him off, it was all going so well), pulls her down slightly by her ankles to expose under her chin (note hair, necklace, back of nightie), and shoots her again.

Evening, all.

Hold your breath while Patti experiments by dragging her nails on a pear and a banana.... well, it certainly beats dead pigskin and might produce some accurate results, don't you think?    .... then again it might not. 
                                               

What must it be like to have so much time (and fruit) on your hands?     

[Angelo222]

Is it true that McChancer has resigned from the case?   8-)(--)

[goatboy]

Not heard that, but he'd be mad to continue as he will get nowhere and more pertinently for a lawyer he's not being paid. He's already raised his profile further and gained a reputation as a maverick all of which will have done him great favours in getting more lucrative work I expect.

[puglove]

Not heard that, but he'd be mad to continue as he will get nowhere and more pertinently for a lawyer he's not being paid. He's already raised his profile further and gained a reputation as a maverick all of which will have done him great favours in getting more lucrative work I expect.

I said a while ago that he would probably bow out soon. I'm sure he'd love to appear as a maverick. Sadly, supporting a convicted killer of two six year old boys, shot through their heads as they slept at their grandparents' house, makes him look like a dodgy tilter at windmills. If, God forbid, I needed legal assistance, I wouldn't touch him with a bargepole.

[puglove]

I think they have given up and the forum has reverted to something akin to the womens institute not that I have anything aganist the womens institute.  Lugg shouldfeel well at home though.   

For the Castleford Ladies.


Bamber shoots a petrified, disorientated Sheila, with the silencer on (the 2 wounds are clearly different.) She has flinched/moved her head away slightly and the shot enters the side of her throat, knocking her out cold. Bruising begins to form around this wound. Bamber moves her arms and hands to make it look like suicide, realises with a shock that the silencer makes the gun too long, unscrews it, wipes it on the carpet (the circular marks partly hidden by the bible), knows he can't "lose" it because it would eventually be missed so dashes downstairs and stashes it away. Comes back to again arrange Sheila's hands and arms, realises that she still has a pulse, has to load another "final" bullet (that must have REALLY pissed him off, it was all going so well), pulls her down slightly by her ankles to expose under her chin (note hair, necklace, back of nightie), and shoots her again.

Evening, all.

Hold your breath while Patti experiments by dragging her nails on a pear and a banana.... well, it certainly beats dead pigskin and might produce some accurate results, don't you think?    .... then again it might not. 
                                               

What must it be like to have so much time (and fruit) on your hands?     

No specific offence intended, but it's so representative that Bamber supporters fanny about in the fruit bowl. Why don't they ever try to explain the lack of blood in Sheila's airways and stomach, and on her face? Just the blood forced out by the second shot. And those tiny, black marks on Ralph's back look old. They could be from a day, a week, 2 weeks before. He wouldn't have wanted the fuss of having them dressed, imo.

[puglove]

Farmers, horsey folk, smallholders, have to be tough and suck it up. They have to be able to get up in the morning and get on with stuff, they don't sweat the small stuff. Remember French and Saunders, when one chops off her finger and feeds it to the dog? Well, there you go. At what point would Ralph have left a manic, crazed Sheila, waving a loaded rifle about, and run downstairs to call a lazy, harvest-exhausted Jeremy for help, bearing in mind that he might have slept through the phone ringing? Bit of a gamble, when he could have just called the police himself (no proof of that, even after 27 years) or run outside and shouted for help. Blood on the cupboard, and blood on the surface. But no blood on the phone. It doesn't really work, does it? And, of course, when the situation was so desperate, why did Jeremy call Julie first? It was a shared phone, in the hall. Anyone in that house could have answered, wasting more valuable minutes.

[puglove]

Strange how a crazy, frantic Sheila, with her meds failing her, in a world of her own, never wasted a single bullet into a wall, or a window, or the ceiling...but managed to get out of bed, forensically shoot the boys, shoot Ralph, shoot June (then come back to her), stand above Ralph in the kitchen and batter his face without a single spot of backspatter on her nightie, then lie down on the far side of the bed ( why not with the boys?) and shoot herself. And miss. And shoot hereslf again. No wonder that the CCRC has put this to bed. You'd have to be seven kinds of stupid to believe that scenario.

[puglove]

It's a bit of a shame that I'm banned from the blue, because I'd love to put this to susan (5000 thousand, fantastically insightful posts and counting) but there you go. We fight our battles, with truth on our side, and they stick their fingers in a banana. Sums up Bamber's cause, really. 20 years down the line, they'll still be saying that he was once too good looking to be a mass murderer.  But "that is what they'll have to prove."Ho ho!!

[puglove]

Hope this is within the realm of the "truce".....Lookout. You reckon that it was a "cat fight, pure and simple." So....June and Sheila fought and shot each other. I'm giving you a let-out clause, here. How the f..k did that happen? Have you thought this through? Or are you just an angry old woman from Wallesey? With the hots for Mike? Hmmm?

[puglove]

Hope this is within the realm of the "truce".....Lookout. You reckon that it was a "cat fight, pure and simple." So....June and Sheila fought and shot each other. I'm giving you a let-out clause, here. How the f..k did that happen? Have you thought this through? Or are you just an angry old woman from Wallesey? With the hots for Mike? Hmmm?

And Jeremy. A distraught, lost orphan. Demolished. He loved his dad.

So, why did he have everything valued? 3 days after the tragedy?

Why did he try to sell pictures of Sheila?

[puglove]

Hope this is within the realm of the "truce".....Lookout. You reckon that it was a "cat fight, pure and simple." So....June and Sheila fought and shot each other. I'm giving you a let-out clause, here. How the f..k did that happen? Have you thought this through? Or are you just an angry old woman from Wallesey? With the hots for Mike? Hmmm?

And Jeremy. A distraught, lost orphan. Demolished. He loved his dad.

So, why did he have everything valued? 3 days after the tragedy?

Why did he try to sell pictures of Sheila?

So, Mike. We've battled. Apparently, you've got an image of Sheila on the bed, and the phone log. I'm calling you out. You haven't got either. You are full of shit. Bring it on. Be real, for once.

[John]

Strange how a crazy, frantic Sheila, with her meds failing her, in a world of her own, never wasted a single bullet into a wall, or a window, or the ceiling...but managed to get out of bed, forensically shoot the boys, shoot Ralph, shoot June (then come back to her), stand above Ralph in the kitchen and batter his face without a single spot of backspatter on her nightie, then lie down on the far side of the bed ( why not with the boys?) and shoot herself. And miss. And shoot hereslf again. No wonder that the CCRC has put this to bed. You'd have to be seven kinds of stupid to believe that scenario.

Something else which has never been noted. Not only did the shooter only miss once in all the 25 or so shots but they never dropped a single bullet on the floor.