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Apr 8, 2013, 5:44:47 AM4/8/13
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Tracey “I’m Bill the pill from Notting Hill, I never worked an I
never will. Pull over there Noel for a minute and I’ll ask that oul
one for a glass – it’s a long way to Dublin and me body is cryin out
for a drop of this vodka. These electric windows are terrific, excuse
me madam, could I trouble you for a glass of water, I feel very sick.
Fuckin ol cunt, what’s she doing scratchin her arse at the front door
on a day like this. Here she comes, now, Noel, when I throw out the
water just drive off. Thank you madam, you’ve brought a dyin man back
to life. I think I prefer vodka, ha ha ha. Look at the big dopey
face on the cunt. Noel “do you realise that you are aidin and abettin
a crime – larceny or should I say highway robbery” He sings in a Scots
accent, “Ah stop yer ticklin jokes, ticklin ticklin, stop yer ticklin
jokes”. Kilbeggan – cops – roadblock. Look at ol Rudolph and the big
snozzle on him. I’d love to pull that fuckin nose off him – the big
silly bolox. He doesn’t like you, I can’t think why; I’m the baddie
and watch the way he’ll wave to me. Jesus this vodka is like mother’s
milk to me. Hello there sergeant, what did I tell you – look at the
big silly smile on his puss. Where do they get the cunts anyway? I
can’t figure it out. They bring in a bolox like him and put a uniform
on him and a few stripes and he’s goin round like a chief of police in
the arse hole of nowhere. Still I suppose the poor old cunt has to
make a livin. If he wasn’t doin that he would probably be catchin
rats. Bet he hasn’t had a ride for 20 years. The whisky really has
him fucked. Jesus if I had a nose like that I’d sign up with the
E.S.B. He’d light up the whole fuckin county. I love the cops
really¬-- they’re the people who taught me what my parents couldn’t –
you know, how to have respect for people, how to say, yes sir, no
sir. Did I ever call you anythin else in front of any other cunt? No
sir. I know how to deal with people, they taught me – the hard way
maybe. I know they knocked the shit out of me but I knocked a little
bit of shit out of them also. Cunts – dogs –fuck dogs – shit cunts,-
they had it comin. I haven’t come now for twelve hours, I’m gettin
worried- Marie is no good to me anymore – she’s like a sister really –
it’s like wankin – sometimes I feel better with a good wank than a
ride. It’s a bad mouse that depends on the one hole. There’s this
little girl just moved in with the lad down the road and I swear she’s
the greatest thing of all time – goes through the whole card, wanks,
it, sucks it, and takes it arseways, the lot. You wouldn’t believe
it, he wants to get rid of her, I’ll get her out to you if you want,
the greatest fuckin artist of all time. Hasn’t a bob – she just needs
someone to look after her and she’ll do the business. You can dress
her up and she’ll be a handy oul hole anytime you feel like buryin the
helmet. Christ, Marie is fucked out – I have to make her suck it
always now, her ol fanny is as big as the mountains of Mourne. But –
don’t – underestimate Marie, that-little-women-is-very-deep. She has
stood by me through some very dodgy times. You should have a good
‘old reliable.’ Boy, you-would-not-believe the things she has said and
done for me. I know now and again I lose me temper and have to give
her a few slaps, but I feel sorry afterwards. The times that woman
has got me out of trouble, you know – with a statement that I was with
her on the job when I was really on the job. Of course Marie has to
do what she is told, you don’t think I’d keep her if she wasn’t goin
to co-operate. I heard her say things to the cops that I wouldn’t
think up meself. Hey-look at those two shit bags, over there- the
fuckin state of them- big fat bitches- I’d love to fuck the arses off
them and then kick the shite out of the two of them and shit and then
piss all over them. Two ol whores if ever I seen a whore. Oh boy
first I’d like to tie the two of them down on their knees on a big bed
and make them scream at me “Yes, I am a dirty cunt – I’m a rotten
whore” I’d give them the fuckin treatment all right. But anyway,
gettin back to the cops, did I tell you about the way they operated in
England? If they stop you – the first thing they say is “show me your
hands, then, Pa- they’re very clean and well manicured – you don’t do
much work with them Pa”, no use tellin them light removals is soft
work. But they are gentlemen, those English cops compared to them
guys here. Smarter you know, they try to be nice and trick you into
something. No heavy stuff. If they catch me with somethin, well ok.
– fine, I say to myself- OK boys – you got me but I don’t give them
any openers like that. Oh I remember the time they got me with the ol
ultra violet light—couple of cops took me in and called the technical
bureau in.—never again—that’s the way to learn-- they asked me to put
me hands under the light and me hands were all blue—what could I say
to them—the cunts laughed at me an said to the others-- take him in--
If they have somethin on me and take me in- the thing to do is act
scared of them- but say nothing- let them shout away—it happened to me—
I was in the station-- some big cunt got up and said – now fellas
leave this to me. Then he caught me by the neck and say, “Now Bill
tell me everything, or I’ll break your bloody neck,” and I act like I
got the shits. I say, “please –please sir don’t hit me. OK sir I’ll
tell you everything, just don’t hit me.” Then he walked back a step
and winked at all the other cunts and that’s when I went for him to
the balls – then all the other cunts grabbed their batons—I went down
and that’s it. I woke up next day in sick bay or in hospital and a
cop come in and says “OK mister, you’re free to go, we’re not going to
charge you this time.” Cunts – they know if they hold me they are
gone for assault, but I’m off a serious charge, naturally Billy
doesn’t forget these little incidents – I often went to see a superior
officer about these punk rockers, but they’re all the same – I like to
wear good clobber because it makes me look like a gentleman. You’d
never think to look at me that I was a criminal. This rose in me
lapel and fancy frilly shirt is really like an insurance policy. You
know it’s surprising what people think when they see the suit, they
respect you, you know. Another thing, the cops never stop you. Now
if I were in a shirt they’d see the old scars and tattoos and I’m gone
straightaway. It’s the ol’ big dummy, we’ve all got our little ways
to cover up. I’ve got the suit and this lovely antique cane – genuine
old Irish silver, you see it is so old the silver isn’t even stamped.
He sings “I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow, ho ho.”
“That big fat cunt George, all he’s got is his accent and nothing
else. Big English bolox. He’s just a cunt, you think he’s a genuine
Major, well I’ll tell you – he-is-a-genuine-cunt. Goin round Dublin
kiddin everyone on with his fancy accent and talkin about yachts and
Rolls Royces and girls. I bet he never rode that fuckin bitch Mandy.
She only thinks about her ol fuckin dog. Why do you think she got rid
of the bitch and now only talks about the dog, dog, you know the dog
is fuckin her and platein her. The old bitch only plated but she’s
gone the whole way now. George is just a big cunt givin her £30 a
week and cookin and cleanin her flat – she doesn’t want him no more –
all she wants is that fuckin dog and George’s money and the big bolox
is sendin her everthin. The fuckin dog is in the bed and George is
lyin outside the door. Ah, they are stupid people really. Funny how
people always think I’m the boss when I go somewhere with you. You
want to get some good clothes and wear a rose like me. It turns all
the women on – another dummy – people believe anythin. If someone
bought me at a jumble sale and thought they got a bargain they’d be in
for a big surprise. I had an operation here on me neck for glands,
you know I had TB, that’s why I’m very sexy, did you know that makes
you mad for screwin.
I have to have sex at least twice a day and everyday – poor Marie -
but she is used to it now – ah, I’m fed up with her but she’s the only
ol thing I’ve got. Now tonight I’ll strip her off and then dress her
up in a new sexy little outfit I’ve bought and then I’ll bury the
helmet, poor Marie - she puts on a good act but it doesn’t matter. I
get her to wash the soldier first, I’m very clean, she scrubs behind
his ears and hoses down the Niagara Falls and the Nat King Cole- I
can’t stand dirt. You know- when I lay the German soldier on her –
that’s the lad with the big blue helmet, she fuckin loves it. I think
Marie is a real sex case. No doubt about it. If it wasn’t for her
I’d probably be a nice normal guy, and if you’d believe that, you’d
believe anythin. I have one kid but that was an accident –Marie
really slipped the dummy there. I had her doctored after that, no- I
can’t stand those French letters – I don’t like the smell of burnin
rubber. Once I was comin out of jail I think it was the Scrubbs, and
of course Marie was waitin for me and had the good suit ready so I was
walkin through the door, this fuckin screw said to me, who do you
think you are Tracey with the suit, and a sneer all over his face. I
said to him I’ve done me term inside an now I’m a free man an I’ll
wear what I like – but you – your dressed up in that silly uniform
and you’re here for life – cunt. They’re bad bastards; they would
love to fuck you up completely. The thing to do is to keep ahead of
them. When you’re ahead, - stay ahead.
The Boston Strangler, did you ever hear of him, he was a bad cunt, do
you know what he used to do? He used to get these ol ladies-- yea-up
to 80 years of age, and he’d rape them first – then strangle them with
their own knickers – but the best of it all-he used to arrange their
bodies in a way that when the cops walk in they knew straight away who
did it – some of them were covered with a blanket or a coat – can you
imagine how the cops shit themselves when they pulled off the coat and
saw them with their legs spread and a broken bottle stuffed up her
cunt. I bet it make them sick – cunts. He didn’t sicken them half
enough, just imagine all the top shit cunts with their heads all
around and one of them lifts off the coat. The Ripper did a better
job. He really sickened the bastards you know some of those fuck dogs
used to throw up when the blanket was lifted off. Ha ha ha I’d give
anythin to see the bastards faces.
Twenty-two years in the West End of London, I-tell-you- I saw some
sights. The Regent Palace Hotel, night porter – ha ha ha, imagine the
opportunities I had. One thousand four hundred rooms and me with a
pass key for the lot. Some old cunt of a bent Yank would come by and
I’d say to him, could I be of any assistance sir? perhaps I could get
a young lady for you and when he hesitate, - or maybe-ahem – you
prefer a member of the same sex- they always fall for it you know –
fuckin ol puffs, puttin on a big act – anyway – I say – no problem sir
– give me ten pounds and I’ll send a nice boy up to your room within
fifteen minutes. Another tenner for oul Tracey – the lad waitin up in
his room – ha –ha washin his hole, you know- the money I made there.
I miss the nightlife, there’s nothin happenin here, I need action, I
need some porn movies and a few whores. The massage parlours in
Dublin, they’re no fuckin good to me, same ol shit bags all the time –
yes pet- no pet – have a coffee pet – I need heavy sex – just
somewhere to bury ol Pete, anywhere, there ain’t no hole like an ass
hole. The Borstal boy – that’s me – all my life I had nothin and now
I’ve got nothing to lose – only me life – and that’s worth nothin
either – so fuck them – they won’t make much out of me.
The Superintendent didn’t like me that time in court – boy he was
really gettin at me – kept givin me dirty looks – ah well, that’s
about all that cunt will ever give me and the judge – he was full of
praise for me – he said “You’re a glib gentlemen.” Now isn’t that
funny – compliments from the judge to oul Tracey. Ah but that was
only a minor charge. I don’t need lawyers – lawyers- ha – I could
educate the bastards, Christ if that fuckin dope from Clara can be a
lawyer anyone can – Its the greatest racket goin – some of those cunts
of barristers won’t even look at you if you don’t put fifty notes in
their dirty palm first and then they give you about five minutes and
if you tell them your story and admit it they get the shits and if you
deny it and say you were innocent they won’t believe you but they’ll
put up a defence for you – fuckin lyin bastards – how do they sleep at
night – they are the real criminals – and the ol judges – they love a
good sexy case – gives them a great kick – you should see the
expression on their faces at times- a lot of them are completely nuts
you know – the responsibility goes to their fuckin heads. That’s why
they wear the big gowns – so that they can play with the lad while at
work – same as the priests – all a big act – yes my son, no my son-
shit-talk – politicians – they’ll say anythin if you vote for them –
lawyers will say anythin if you pay them – many priests they’re the
biggest con men of the lot. In fact some of them are so good that
they’re even coddin themselves. Pity I’m not a business man – if I
was educated I’d be dangerous – a professional shit stirrer – that’s
my profession – keep the shit flyin – a little letter here – a word
there – they’ll believe anythin – the tax man – the cops – the
neighbours – the newspapers- oh they’re all there waitin to hear
somethin – that’s all they want – information. Well the thing to do
is give it to them- anonymously – that’s a nice word – it’s a bit big
for me but why shouldn’t I use an odd big one – I stick an odd big one
in the letters – it makes them sound real good – Dear Editor or Dear
officer – they love that – the cunts. Boy – they owe me a lot – those
bastards. The long days that I sat in their oul smelly cells-only the
spiders to keep me company and them cunts laughin at me and pissin in
me tea – ah ha-boy-they really deserve some fuckin. How the hell I
ever survived their fuckin – I’m amazed – many a man would have
cracked up – all the oul tranquillisers and drugs they fed me – no
wonder I’m mad - and then the solitary –twenty four hours a day-- the
bread and water –the rats, the straitjackets-- the cold fuckin cells
and the padded cells, well they can do what they like to you but they
can’t kill you –mind you it happens – I’ve seen many a cell death –
poor cunts can’t take the pressure – crack up – brown bread – dead.
It’s no joke seein some poor cunt hangin out of the fuckin bars – it’s
not too bad now for me, twelve years all in- mostly doin nothin,
because I wouldn’t work for the cunts – they did everything they could
to break me but they couldn’t do it – in the end they had to leave me
alone. I seen them all-- in court one day tryin to tell the judge they
were innocent—then the verdict comes in and they are marched down with
two gorillas holding them in handcuffs—screamin that they didn’t do it—
then a kick in the arse from one of the cops who says – ‘go on ya
bastard—that’s what they all say’. I’m a great man to be still sane
after all that fuckin treatment. How do I do it –plenty of screwin –
that’s it, keep Pete well oiled and in action- it’s the only way –
everyday – otherwise he’ll lie up and then crack up. That reminds me
– did you know that nine out of ten Irish women turn the light off
before they pull off their knickers – yea- it’s a proven fact – the
oul keyhole. Twenty years a night porter taught me a lot – oh yea – I
could tell those physiatrists a few things – course they’ll believe
any fuckin thing you tell them – and why wouldn’t they – fuckers all
had an easy time – got everythin handed on a plate to them – never had
to make a penny – they wouldn’t know what a lie is – me – everthin I
say is a lie. I can’t believe meself at times – the cunts – if they
ever get me – I’m theirs for the takin – but they better have somethin
good on me and if they get me and I know I’m goin down – I can move
and think faster than them bastards. What did I say- short time –
that’s what the girls keep askin me – time – now is the time – not
tomorrow or the next day – now. Me little English accent – it’s
lovely isn’t it – I’m a great man to impress people with it now and
again. A great dummy here in Ireland – they think I’m an English
businessman –true – in a way.”
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“That’s given the bastards somethin to think about.
Its hilarious – all those dopey cops down on their knees searchin for
clues- clues- I’ll give them clues –I’ll give them so many fuckin
clues they won’t know whether they are comin or goin. Citizen of the
year, what a fuckin laugh, that bastard battered the shit out of so
many poor fuckers, intimidated them, terrorised them, he’s as bad as
me, maybe worse, at least I am a criminal, criminal of the year, yeah,
he deserves me, bet he committed a few crimes too, that’s the law,
well I’ll keep the bastard on his toes,. That cunt deserved it anyway
– who did she think she was foolin – sneakin in the back door. Out
fuckin all night, pissed as a coot and then expectin money off me to
poke her – no thanks. She won’t try that one again. Anyway the kids
are better off now that they don’t have to put up with all those
steamers in and out of her house. Poor little cunts – I think I
should send them a few bob, after all it wasn’t their fault that their
mother was a toe-rag. Yea that fuckin husband of hers, I did him a
favour – now he doesn’t need that divorce after all. – So there is a
little bit of good in me. Well- never mind, these things happen.
Preston is a nice town—Marie had a few good customers here—but I’m
getting fed up with it—I think I’ll fuck off back to Leeds or Bradford—
now the heat is off—no point in living under their noses—don’t make it
easy for them—let the cunts work for it if they are goin to get you—
three weeks in Preston is my fill an I’m movin back—fuck all whores
here—Chapletown and Lumb Lane is full of them-- Now what’s next on the
menu – remember that day in Preston Magistrates court- I was a witness
for me ol pal Fred – poor Fred - wonder how he likes the jail – well
the “complete wreck of a human being” was a girl in need of help. The
cops don’t give a fuck about her – the lawyers an the judges – aah –
where did they say she worked – the hostel- that’s it – I’ll smoke her
out – she’ll go for the few bob and Bill. That was a great day in
court- christ she was in bits walkin into the box an her voice
quiverin – even the dopey cops shake like the wind when they’re
shootin the shit at the judge – they don’t care too much about her –
I’ll smoke the shit-bag out—fancy that—Marie knows her too – these
cunts of cops there were bad bastards, and the screws –shitcunts – yea
Preston, not like Leeds with plenty of whores, the law in Preston gave
me a lot of aggravation-- now its my turn, payback time-- its all the
same to the cops. I’d like to see them fuckers on their knees for
days. Yea, I’ll drop a few more clues for them. That‘ll help to even
the score for all the shit I took off those cunts when I was a kid.
That’ll make it a big murder hunt—I’ll take a job in that bar in
Manningham and read all about it in the Mirror—two toe rags in one
month an Billy a respectable barman in Bradford—rum and black sir!—
lager and lime for trouble and strife!—time please gentlemen—time
please .”
“That’s given the bastards somethin to think about.
Its hilarious – all those dopey cops down on their knees searchin for
clues- clues- I’ll give them clues –I’ll give them so many fuckin
clues they won’t know whether they are comin or goin. Citizen of the
year, what a fuckin laugh, that bastard battered the shit out of so
many poor fuckers, intimidated them, terrorised them, he’s as bad as
me, maybe worse, at least I am a criminal, criminal of the year, yeah,
he deserves me, bet he committed a few crimes too, that’s the law,
well I’ll keep the bastard on his toes,. That cunt deserved it anyway
– who did she think she was foolin – sneakin in the back door. Out
fuckin all night, pissed as a coot and then expectin money off me to
poke her – no thanks. She won’t try that one again. Anyway the kids
are better off now that they don’t have to put up with all those
steamers in and out of her house. Poor little cunts – I think I
should send them a few bob, after all it wasn’t their fault that their
mother was a toe-rag. Yea that fuckin husband of hers, I did him a
favour – now he doesn’t need that divorce after all. – So there is a
little bit of good in me. Well- never mind, these things happen.
Preston is a nice town—Marie had a few good customers here—but I’m
getting fed up with it—I think I’ll fuck off back to Leeds or Bradford—
now the heat is off—no point in living under their noses—don’t make it
easy for them—let the cunts work for it if they are goin to get you—
three weeks in Preston is my fill an I’m movin back—fuck all whores
here—Chapletown and Lumb Lane is full of them-- Now what’s next on the
menu – remember that day in Preston Magistrates court- I was a witness
for me ol pal Fred – poor Fred - wonder how he likes the jail – well
the “complete wreck of a human being” was a girl in need of help. The
cops don’t give a fuck about her – the lawyers an the judges – aah –
where did they say she worked – the hostel- that’s it – I’ll smoke her
out – she’ll go for the few bob and Bill. That was a great day in
court- christ she was in bits walkin into the box an her voice
quiverin – even the dopey cops shake like the wind when they’re
shootin the shit at the judge – they don’t care too much about her –
I’ll smoke the shit-bag out—fancy that—Marie knows her too – these
cunts of cops there were bad bastards, and the screws –shitcunts – yea
Preston, not like Leeds with plenty of whores, the law in Preston gave
me a lot of aggravation-- now its my turn, payback time-- its all the
same to the cops. I’d like to see them fuckers on their knees for
days. Yea, I’ll drop a few more clues for them. That‘ll help to even
the score for all the shit I took off those cunts when I was a kid.
That’ll make it a big murder hunt—I’ll take a job in that bar in
Manningham and read all about it in the Mirror—two toe rags in one
month an Billy a respectable barman in Bradford—rum and black sir!—
lager and lime for trouble and strife!—time please gentlemen—time
please .”
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“That’s given these Preston cunts somethin to think about. Fuckin ol
wino – just a shit bag – I did her a favour really—switched off her
lights – a pity I didn’t have a little knife with me – anyway who
needs a knife. It was a golden opportunity walkin into her like that
– and she remembered Billy – Billy Bunter – ah they couldn’t resist
the bottle of free vodka. Bet those cunts will have fun searchin for
her oul bag and purse and all that shit jewellery, you’d swear she was
a millionairess the way the papers were goin on about her rings, well
that’s life – I even wrote and told the cops I lived in Manchester –
they asked the papers to publish the story to pawnbrokers. I’d love
to have seen their faces when they pulled the coat off her – cunts.
Well they can’t say they didn’t get clues – they have the whole fuckin
lot now – they can pull in every fuckin man in Preston, give the
bastards a bit of honest work to do. Jesus, that was a great ride,
poor ol Pete he has a sore head now. That bite was a great idea, ha
ha, just imagine the cops. Every fuckin cop in the county will be
lookin at everyone’s teeth. Jesus – these two false teeth are a great
idea – Dracula – that’s me. The oul massage parlours are gettin
played out – same ol sluts all the time – why the hell don’t they put
in some nice virgins and not all those ol shit bags. I can’t get a
hard on with them they’re so fucked up. That fuckin ol bolox wasn’t
foolin anyone sayin he wanted her to marry him and stay with him – all
he wanted was the ride just the same as the other bolox in the wash
rooms. He was smart though, he hosed her down before he gave her one,
he wasn’t foolin me, in the ol days when I was workin in the Turkish
baths in Bayswater, I was never short of a hole – all the puffs comin
in with their boys torn across them and me peepin through a hole or
lookin under the door – legs pointed the same way, they’re not foolin
oul Tracey. Manys the time I lifted the tail of a mans shirt oh ho
ho – even the Bishop backed into me - well I don’t mind, I can pull
the barrow or I can push it - it doesn’t really matter. All the dirty
books, I don’t read books for kicks, I could write them, How do I
smoke out the shit bags at all – aha – the mind reader – Rasputin.
Not a bad idea tellin them to look in Manchester for the bracelet
after me gettin forty quid for it in London – it gives the boys
somethin to do – Preston CID – police H.Q – Preston – they love a bit
of info – that’ll keep them busy for a while—stupid bastards—now why
would I hang around here for a tap on the shoulder after me leavin me
mark on jaws, Bradford-- this is the place for me, and Marie on the
street outside.”
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In June, 1976 Rowntree then 19, was sentenced to Broadmoor without
limit of time by a judge at Leeds Crown Court after he pleaded guilty
to manslaughter with diminished responsibility.
In just eight days he killed an 85 year old widow at Bingley, a 16
year old who was at a bus stop in Eastburn, and a part time model,
Mrs. Barbara Booth, 24, and her three year old son at their home in
Leeds.
Rowntree was at the time branded by police as “the most dangerous man
ever”. He was said to have told detectives he wanted to kill five
people to beat the Black Panther- Donald Neilson – and that he hoped
to share a cell with him.
Yesterday, the common law husband of Mrs. Booth, Mr. Alan Ruddock,
said: “He should be locked away for life for what he did.”
So the ‘most dangerous man ever’ is going to walk amongst
us again. This time he will be much cleverer and have a deep insight
into how a corrupt system works. He will have fooled the police and
the psychiatrists. Far from having diminished responsibility, he had
a clear and premeditated reason to be in the Adamson region that New
Year’s Eve, and only for the Tomlinson’s luck to be away from home,
Rowntree may now be serving a life sentence for the murder of one or
all of them with little chance of parole. But he was obviously
offered “a deal” that Friday morning as Detectives Holland and Dibb
worked over-time. They had all the evidence they needed to convict
him on the first two murders. So why offer him a deal? The
statistics of crime are very important for the police and every murder
solved is a case off their books, also a cause for celebration and
promotion. When Peter William Sutcliffe was arrested in 1981 Dick
Holland was “monitoring events” as Ronald Gregory revealed in his
memoirs. It was subsequently revealed in the Old Bailey that the
Rowntree case was explained to Sutcliffe as the deals and admissions
were made.
"This is 1976 - waken up - fuckin papers will write
anthin. They don't even know what they are writin about - fuck
Rowntree - fuckin nutter, he wouldn't have the neck to do them
himself, claim jumpin bastard, there's one born every minute, next
please well good thing there are people like him, fuckin cops, they’ll
believe anything,- that wanker wanted to be like Neilson - like Hell -
an 81 year old ol one and a boy, I suppose only for the kid they
wouldn't have believed him, - little fuckin black bastard screamin his
fuckin head off. Well he won't cry now. I liked her - that was good
- all those kinky poses - she was goin to spoil that kid anyway doin
the business like that in front of him – Thank God I had a good mammy
- the ol notice boards won't be so busy now - chest or drawers for
sale, black pussy for hire, French polishin, its great, this is a
great country - all the girls, black, white, brown, yellow all willin
to sell their arses for a bang on the fuckin head. Diminished
responsibility –he was fairly diminished all right, orphaned bastard -
just a spoiled rotten bastard - too much fuckin money – well-
Broadmoor is the place for people like him. Those fuckin rotten cops
would charge any cunt if he admitted it –well I'll get on with my
business, fuck the cops, next time I'll really leave me mark, There’ll
be no mistaken it – they'll still charge some other fuckin nut if he
admits it, but I'll make sure those bastards know it's me. He gave up
- phoned the law - gave his name and address - another lovely cop -
fuck the Bradford cops - I had the black man nicely trapped - Hoban
was sure to hammer the shit out of him and get more medals - I had it
all set up lovely - same as McCann - he'd be gone for his tea –‘ t-a-l-
l b-o-o-y’ - dived out to the pub while she performed for Billy -came
back for the loot - well he would have done Hoban lovely - he said he
was lookin for a black man for McCann - can't say I didn't try to help
him- fuckin shit-cunt he even had the thin black moustache rounded at
the corners too and I left the fuckin knife in her nut - the same one
I used on McCann. Next time the lad smokes the ‘grunger mon’ he’ll
have somethin to dream about”.
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never will. Pull over there Noel for a minute and I’ll ask that oul
one for a glass – it’s a long way to Dublin and me body is cryin out
for a drop of this vodka. These electric windows are terrific, excuse
me madam, could I trouble you for a glass of water, I feel very sick.
Fuckin ol cunt, what’s she doing scratchin her arse at the front door
on a day like this. Here she comes, now, Noel, when I throw out the
water just drive off. Thank you madam, you’ve brought a dyin man back
to life. I think I prefer vodka, ha ha ha. Look at the big dopey
face on the cunt. Noel “do you realise that you are aidin and abettin
a crime – larceny or should I say highway robbery” He sings in a Scots
accent, “Ah stop yer ticklin jokes, ticklin ticklin, stop yer ticklin
jokes”. Kilbeggan – cops – roadblock. Look at ol Rudolph and the big
snozzle on him. I’d love to pull that fuckin nose off him – the big
silly bolox. He doesn’t like you, I can’t think why; I’m the baddie
and watch the way he’ll wave to me. Jesus this vodka is like mother’s
milk to me. Hello there sergeant, what did I tell you – look at the
big silly smile on his puss. Where do they get the cunts anyway? I
can’t figure it out. They bring in a bolox like him and put a uniform
on him and a few stripes and he’s goin round like a chief of police in
the arse hole of nowhere. Still I suppose the poor old cunt has to
make a livin. If he wasn’t doin that he would probably be catchin
rats. Bet he hasn’t had a ride for 20 years. The whisky really has
him fucked. Jesus if I had a nose like that I’d sign up with the
E.S.B. He’d light up the whole fuckin county. I love the cops
really¬-- they’re the people who taught me what my parents couldn’t –
you know, how to have respect for people, how to say, yes sir, no
sir. Did I ever call you anythin else in front of any other cunt? No
sir. I know how to deal with people, they taught me – the hard way
maybe. I know they knocked the shit out of me but I knocked a little
bit of shit out of them also. Cunts – dogs –fuck dogs – shit cunts,-
they had it comin. I haven’t come now for twelve hours, I’m gettin
worried- Marie is no good to me anymore – she’s like a sister really –
it’s like wankin – sometimes I feel better with a good wank than a
ride. It’s a bad mouse that depends on the one hole. There’s this
little girl just moved in with the lad down the road and I swear she’s
the greatest thing of all time – goes through the whole card, wanks,
it, sucks it, and takes it arseways, the lot. You wouldn’t believe
it, he wants to get rid of her, I’ll get her out to you if you want,
the greatest fuckin artist of all time. Hasn’t a bob – she just needs
someone to look after her and she’ll do the business. You can dress
her up and she’ll be a handy oul hole anytime you feel like buryin the
helmet. Christ, Marie is fucked out – I have to make her suck it
always now, her ol fanny is as big as the mountains of Mourne. But –
don’t – underestimate Marie, that-little-women-is-very-deep. She has
stood by me through some very dodgy times. You should have a good
‘old reliable.’ Boy, you-would-not-believe the things she has said and
done for me. I know now and again I lose me temper and have to give
her a few slaps, but I feel sorry afterwards. The times that woman
has got me out of trouble, you know – with a statement that I was with
her on the job when I was really on the job. Of course Marie has to
do what she is told, you don’t think I’d keep her if she wasn’t goin
to co-operate. I heard her say things to the cops that I wouldn’t
think up meself. Hey-look at those two shit bags, over there- the
fuckin state of them- big fat bitches- I’d love to fuck the arses off
them and then kick the shite out of the two of them and shit and then
piss all over them. Two ol whores if ever I seen a whore. Oh boy
first I’d like to tie the two of them down on their knees on a big bed
and make them scream at me “Yes, I am a dirty cunt – I’m a rotten
whore” I’d give them the fuckin treatment all right. But anyway,
gettin back to the cops, did I tell you about the way they operated in
England? If they stop you – the first thing they say is “show me your
hands, then, Pa- they’re very clean and well manicured – you don’t do
much work with them Pa”, no use tellin them light removals is soft
work. But they are gentlemen, those English cops compared to them
guys here. Smarter you know, they try to be nice and trick you into
something. No heavy stuff. If they catch me with somethin, well ok.
– fine, I say to myself- OK boys – you got me but I don’t give them
any openers like that. Oh I remember the time they got me with the ol
ultra violet light—couple of cops took me in and called the technical
bureau in.—never again—that’s the way to learn-- they asked me to put
me hands under the light and me hands were all blue—what could I say
to them—the cunts laughed at me an said to the others-- take him in--
If they have somethin on me and take me in- the thing to do is act
scared of them- but say nothing- let them shout away—it happened to me—
I was in the station-- some big cunt got up and said – now fellas
leave this to me. Then he caught me by the neck and say, “Now Bill
tell me everything, or I’ll break your bloody neck,” and I act like I
got the shits. I say, “please –please sir don’t hit me. OK sir I’ll
tell you everything, just don’t hit me.” Then he walked back a step
and winked at all the other cunts and that’s when I went for him to
the balls – then all the other cunts grabbed their batons—I went down
and that’s it. I woke up next day in sick bay or in hospital and a
cop come in and says “OK mister, you’re free to go, we’re not going to
charge you this time.” Cunts – they know if they hold me they are
gone for assault, but I’m off a serious charge, naturally Billy
doesn’t forget these little incidents – I often went to see a superior
officer about these punk rockers, but they’re all the same – I like to
wear good clobber because it makes me look like a gentleman. You’d
never think to look at me that I was a criminal. This rose in me
lapel and fancy frilly shirt is really like an insurance policy. You
know it’s surprising what people think when they see the suit, they
respect you, you know. Another thing, the cops never stop you. Now
if I were in a shirt they’d see the old scars and tattoos and I’m gone
straightaway. It’s the ol’ big dummy, we’ve all got our little ways
to cover up. I’ve got the suit and this lovely antique cane – genuine
old Irish silver, you see it is so old the silver isn’t even stamped.
He sings “I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow, ho ho.”
“That big fat cunt George, all he’s got is his accent and nothing
else. Big English bolox. He’s just a cunt, you think he’s a genuine
Major, well I’ll tell you – he-is-a-genuine-cunt. Goin round Dublin
kiddin everyone on with his fancy accent and talkin about yachts and
Rolls Royces and girls. I bet he never rode that fuckin bitch Mandy.
She only thinks about her ol fuckin dog. Why do you think she got rid
of the bitch and now only talks about the dog, dog, you know the dog
is fuckin her and platein her. The old bitch only plated but she’s
gone the whole way now. George is just a big cunt givin her £30 a
week and cookin and cleanin her flat – she doesn’t want him no more –
all she wants is that fuckin dog and George’s money and the big bolox
is sendin her everthin. The fuckin dog is in the bed and George is
lyin outside the door. Ah, they are stupid people really. Funny how
people always think I’m the boss when I go somewhere with you. You
want to get some good clothes and wear a rose like me. It turns all
the women on – another dummy – people believe anythin. If someone
bought me at a jumble sale and thought they got a bargain they’d be in
for a big surprise. I had an operation here on me neck for glands,
you know I had TB, that’s why I’m very sexy, did you know that makes
you mad for screwin.
I have to have sex at least twice a day and everyday – poor Marie -
but she is used to it now – ah, I’m fed up with her but she’s the only
ol thing I’ve got. Now tonight I’ll strip her off and then dress her
up in a new sexy little outfit I’ve bought and then I’ll bury the
helmet, poor Marie - she puts on a good act but it doesn’t matter. I
get her to wash the soldier first, I’m very clean, she scrubs behind
his ears and hoses down the Niagara Falls and the Nat King Cole- I
can’t stand dirt. You know- when I lay the German soldier on her –
that’s the lad with the big blue helmet, she fuckin loves it. I think
Marie is a real sex case. No doubt about it. If it wasn’t for her
I’d probably be a nice normal guy, and if you’d believe that, you’d
believe anythin. I have one kid but that was an accident –Marie
really slipped the dummy there. I had her doctored after that, no- I
can’t stand those French letters – I don’t like the smell of burnin
rubber. Once I was comin out of jail I think it was the Scrubbs, and
of course Marie was waitin for me and had the good suit ready so I was
walkin through the door, this fuckin screw said to me, who do you
think you are Tracey with the suit, and a sneer all over his face. I
said to him I’ve done me term inside an now I’m a free man an I’ll
wear what I like – but you – your dressed up in that silly uniform
and you’re here for life – cunt. They’re bad bastards; they would
love to fuck you up completely. The thing to do is to keep ahead of
them. When you’re ahead, - stay ahead.
The Boston Strangler, did you ever hear of him, he was a bad cunt, do
you know what he used to do? He used to get these ol ladies-- yea-up
to 80 years of age, and he’d rape them first – then strangle them with
their own knickers – but the best of it all-he used to arrange their
bodies in a way that when the cops walk in they knew straight away who
did it – some of them were covered with a blanket or a coat – can you
imagine how the cops shit themselves when they pulled off the coat and
saw them with their legs spread and a broken bottle stuffed up her
cunt. I bet it make them sick – cunts. He didn’t sicken them half
enough, just imagine all the top shit cunts with their heads all
around and one of them lifts off the coat. The Ripper did a better
job. He really sickened the bastards you know some of those fuck dogs
used to throw up when the blanket was lifted off. Ha ha ha I’d give
anythin to see the bastards faces.
Twenty-two years in the West End of London, I-tell-you- I saw some
sights. The Regent Palace Hotel, night porter – ha ha ha, imagine the
opportunities I had. One thousand four hundred rooms and me with a
pass key for the lot. Some old cunt of a bent Yank would come by and
I’d say to him, could I be of any assistance sir? perhaps I could get
a young lady for you and when he hesitate, - or maybe-ahem – you
prefer a member of the same sex- they always fall for it you know –
fuckin ol puffs, puttin on a big act – anyway – I say – no problem sir
– give me ten pounds and I’ll send a nice boy up to your room within
fifteen minutes. Another tenner for oul Tracey – the lad waitin up in
his room – ha –ha washin his hole, you know- the money I made there.
I miss the nightlife, there’s nothin happenin here, I need action, I
need some porn movies and a few whores. The massage parlours in
Dublin, they’re no fuckin good to me, same ol shit bags all the time –
yes pet- no pet – have a coffee pet – I need heavy sex – just
somewhere to bury ol Pete, anywhere, there ain’t no hole like an ass
hole. The Borstal boy – that’s me – all my life I had nothin and now
I’ve got nothing to lose – only me life – and that’s worth nothin
either – so fuck them – they won’t make much out of me.
The Superintendent didn’t like me that time in court – boy he was
really gettin at me – kept givin me dirty looks – ah well, that’s
about all that cunt will ever give me and the judge – he was full of
praise for me – he said “You’re a glib gentlemen.” Now isn’t that
funny – compliments from the judge to oul Tracey. Ah but that was
only a minor charge. I don’t need lawyers – lawyers- ha – I could
educate the bastards, Christ if that fuckin dope from Clara can be a
lawyer anyone can – Its the greatest racket goin – some of those cunts
of barristers won’t even look at you if you don’t put fifty notes in
their dirty palm first and then they give you about five minutes and
if you tell them your story and admit it they get the shits and if you
deny it and say you were innocent they won’t believe you but they’ll
put up a defence for you – fuckin lyin bastards – how do they sleep at
night – they are the real criminals – and the ol judges – they love a
good sexy case – gives them a great kick – you should see the
expression on their faces at times- a lot of them are completely nuts
you know – the responsibility goes to their fuckin heads. That’s why
they wear the big gowns – so that they can play with the lad while at
work – same as the priests – all a big act – yes my son, no my son-
shit-talk – politicians – they’ll say anythin if you vote for them –
lawyers will say anythin if you pay them – many priests they’re the
biggest con men of the lot. In fact some of them are so good that
they’re even coddin themselves. Pity I’m not a business man – if I
was educated I’d be dangerous – a professional shit stirrer – that’s
my profession – keep the shit flyin – a little letter here – a word
there – they’ll believe anythin – the tax man – the cops – the
neighbours – the newspapers- oh they’re all there waitin to hear
somethin – that’s all they want – information. Well the thing to do
is give it to them- anonymously – that’s a nice word – it’s a bit big
for me but why shouldn’t I use an odd big one – I stick an odd big one
in the letters – it makes them sound real good – Dear Editor or Dear
officer – they love that – the cunts. Boy – they owe me a lot – those
bastards. The long days that I sat in their oul smelly cells-only the
spiders to keep me company and them cunts laughin at me and pissin in
me tea – ah ha-boy-they really deserve some fuckin. How the hell I
ever survived their fuckin – I’m amazed – many a man would have
cracked up – all the oul tranquillisers and drugs they fed me – no
wonder I’m mad - and then the solitary –twenty four hours a day-- the
bread and water –the rats, the straitjackets-- the cold fuckin cells
and the padded cells, well they can do what they like to you but they
can’t kill you –mind you it happens – I’ve seen many a cell death –
poor cunts can’t take the pressure – crack up – brown bread – dead.
It’s no joke seein some poor cunt hangin out of the fuckin bars – it’s
not too bad now for me, twelve years all in- mostly doin nothin,
because I wouldn’t work for the cunts – they did everything they could
to break me but they couldn’t do it – in the end they had to leave me
alone. I seen them all-- in court one day tryin to tell the judge they
were innocent—then the verdict comes in and they are marched down with
two gorillas holding them in handcuffs—screamin that they didn’t do it—
then a kick in the arse from one of the cops who says – ‘go on ya
bastard—that’s what they all say’. I’m a great man to be still sane
after all that fuckin treatment. How do I do it –plenty of screwin –
that’s it, keep Pete well oiled and in action- it’s the only way –
everyday – otherwise he’ll lie up and then crack up. That reminds me
– did you know that nine out of ten Irish women turn the light off
before they pull off their knickers – yea- it’s a proven fact – the
oul keyhole. Twenty years a night porter taught me a lot – oh yea – I
could tell those physiatrists a few things – course they’ll believe
any fuckin thing you tell them – and why wouldn’t they – fuckers all
had an easy time – got everythin handed on a plate to them – never had
to make a penny – they wouldn’t know what a lie is – me – everthin I
say is a lie. I can’t believe meself at times – the cunts – if they
ever get me – I’m theirs for the takin – but they better have somethin
good on me and if they get me and I know I’m goin down – I can move
and think faster than them bastards. What did I say- short time –
that’s what the girls keep askin me – time – now is the time – not
tomorrow or the next day – now. Me little English accent – it’s
lovely isn’t it – I’m a great man to impress people with it now and
again. A great dummy here in Ireland – they think I’m an English
businessman –true – in a way.”
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“That’s given the bastards somethin to think about.
Its hilarious – all those dopey cops down on their knees searchin for
clues- clues- I’ll give them clues –I’ll give them so many fuckin
clues they won’t know whether they are comin or goin. Citizen of the
year, what a fuckin laugh, that bastard battered the shit out of so
many poor fuckers, intimidated them, terrorised them, he’s as bad as
me, maybe worse, at least I am a criminal, criminal of the year, yeah,
he deserves me, bet he committed a few crimes too, that’s the law,
well I’ll keep the bastard on his toes,. That cunt deserved it anyway
– who did she think she was foolin – sneakin in the back door. Out
fuckin all night, pissed as a coot and then expectin money off me to
poke her – no thanks. She won’t try that one again. Anyway the kids
are better off now that they don’t have to put up with all those
steamers in and out of her house. Poor little cunts – I think I
should send them a few bob, after all it wasn’t their fault that their
mother was a toe-rag. Yea that fuckin husband of hers, I did him a
favour – now he doesn’t need that divorce after all. – So there is a
little bit of good in me. Well- never mind, these things happen.
Preston is a nice town—Marie had a few good customers here—but I’m
getting fed up with it—I think I’ll fuck off back to Leeds or Bradford—
now the heat is off—no point in living under their noses—don’t make it
easy for them—let the cunts work for it if they are goin to get you—
three weeks in Preston is my fill an I’m movin back—fuck all whores
here—Chapletown and Lumb Lane is full of them-- Now what’s next on the
menu – remember that day in Preston Magistrates court- I was a witness
for me ol pal Fred – poor Fred - wonder how he likes the jail – well
the “complete wreck of a human being” was a girl in need of help. The
cops don’t give a fuck about her – the lawyers an the judges – aah –
where did they say she worked – the hostel- that’s it – I’ll smoke her
out – she’ll go for the few bob and Bill. That was a great day in
court- christ she was in bits walkin into the box an her voice
quiverin – even the dopey cops shake like the wind when they’re
shootin the shit at the judge – they don’t care too much about her –
I’ll smoke the shit-bag out—fancy that—Marie knows her too – these
cunts of cops there were bad bastards, and the screws –shitcunts – yea
Preston, not like Leeds with plenty of whores, the law in Preston gave
me a lot of aggravation-- now its my turn, payback time-- its all the
same to the cops. I’d like to see them fuckers on their knees for
days. Yea, I’ll drop a few more clues for them. That‘ll help to even
the score for all the shit I took off those cunts when I was a kid.
That’ll make it a big murder hunt—I’ll take a job in that bar in
Manningham and read all about it in the Mirror—two toe rags in one
month an Billy a respectable barman in Bradford—rum and black sir!—
lager and lime for trouble and strife!—time please gentlemen—time
please .”
“That’s given the bastards somethin to think about.
Its hilarious – all those dopey cops down on their knees searchin for
clues- clues- I’ll give them clues –I’ll give them so many fuckin
clues they won’t know whether they are comin or goin. Citizen of the
year, what a fuckin laugh, that bastard battered the shit out of so
many poor fuckers, intimidated them, terrorised them, he’s as bad as
me, maybe worse, at least I am a criminal, criminal of the year, yeah,
he deserves me, bet he committed a few crimes too, that’s the law,
well I’ll keep the bastard on his toes,. That cunt deserved it anyway
– who did she think she was foolin – sneakin in the back door. Out
fuckin all night, pissed as a coot and then expectin money off me to
poke her – no thanks. She won’t try that one again. Anyway the kids
are better off now that they don’t have to put up with all those
steamers in and out of her house. Poor little cunts – I think I
should send them a few bob, after all it wasn’t their fault that their
mother was a toe-rag. Yea that fuckin husband of hers, I did him a
favour – now he doesn’t need that divorce after all. – So there is a
little bit of good in me. Well- never mind, these things happen.
Preston is a nice town—Marie had a few good customers here—but I’m
getting fed up with it—I think I’ll fuck off back to Leeds or Bradford—
now the heat is off—no point in living under their noses—don’t make it
easy for them—let the cunts work for it if they are goin to get you—
three weeks in Preston is my fill an I’m movin back—fuck all whores
here—Chapletown and Lumb Lane is full of them-- Now what’s next on the
menu – remember that day in Preston Magistrates court- I was a witness
for me ol pal Fred – poor Fred - wonder how he likes the jail – well
the “complete wreck of a human being” was a girl in need of help. The
cops don’t give a fuck about her – the lawyers an the judges – aah –
where did they say she worked – the hostel- that’s it – I’ll smoke her
out – she’ll go for the few bob and Bill. That was a great day in
court- christ she was in bits walkin into the box an her voice
quiverin – even the dopey cops shake like the wind when they’re
shootin the shit at the judge – they don’t care too much about her –
I’ll smoke the shit-bag out—fancy that—Marie knows her too – these
cunts of cops there were bad bastards, and the screws –shitcunts – yea
Preston, not like Leeds with plenty of whores, the law in Preston gave
me a lot of aggravation-- now its my turn, payback time-- its all the
same to the cops. I’d like to see them fuckers on their knees for
days. Yea, I’ll drop a few more clues for them. That‘ll help to even
the score for all the shit I took off those cunts when I was a kid.
That’ll make it a big murder hunt—I’ll take a job in that bar in
Manningham and read all about it in the Mirror—two toe rags in one
month an Billy a respectable barman in Bradford—rum and black sir!—
lager and lime for trouble and strife!—time please gentlemen—time
please .”
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“That’s given these Preston cunts somethin to think about. Fuckin ol
wino – just a shit bag – I did her a favour really—switched off her
lights – a pity I didn’t have a little knife with me – anyway who
needs a knife. It was a golden opportunity walkin into her like that
– and she remembered Billy – Billy Bunter – ah they couldn’t resist
the bottle of free vodka. Bet those cunts will have fun searchin for
her oul bag and purse and all that shit jewellery, you’d swear she was
a millionairess the way the papers were goin on about her rings, well
that’s life – I even wrote and told the cops I lived in Manchester –
they asked the papers to publish the story to pawnbrokers. I’d love
to have seen their faces when they pulled the coat off her – cunts.
Well they can’t say they didn’t get clues – they have the whole fuckin
lot now – they can pull in every fuckin man in Preston, give the
bastards a bit of honest work to do. Jesus, that was a great ride,
poor ol Pete he has a sore head now. That bite was a great idea, ha
ha, just imagine the cops. Every fuckin cop in the county will be
lookin at everyone’s teeth. Jesus – these two false teeth are a great
idea – Dracula – that’s me. The oul massage parlours are gettin
played out – same ol sluts all the time – why the hell don’t they put
in some nice virgins and not all those ol shit bags. I can’t get a
hard on with them they’re so fucked up. That fuckin ol bolox wasn’t
foolin anyone sayin he wanted her to marry him and stay with him – all
he wanted was the ride just the same as the other bolox in the wash
rooms. He was smart though, he hosed her down before he gave her one,
he wasn’t foolin me, in the ol days when I was workin in the Turkish
baths in Bayswater, I was never short of a hole – all the puffs comin
in with their boys torn across them and me peepin through a hole or
lookin under the door – legs pointed the same way, they’re not foolin
oul Tracey. Manys the time I lifted the tail of a mans shirt oh ho
ho – even the Bishop backed into me - well I don’t mind, I can pull
the barrow or I can push it - it doesn’t really matter. All the dirty
books, I don’t read books for kicks, I could write them, How do I
smoke out the shit bags at all – aha – the mind reader – Rasputin.
Not a bad idea tellin them to look in Manchester for the bracelet
after me gettin forty quid for it in London – it gives the boys
somethin to do – Preston CID – police H.Q – Preston – they love a bit
of info – that’ll keep them busy for a while—stupid bastards—now why
would I hang around here for a tap on the shoulder after me leavin me
mark on jaws, Bradford-- this is the place for me, and Marie on the
street outside.”
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In June, 1976 Rowntree then 19, was sentenced to Broadmoor without
limit of time by a judge at Leeds Crown Court after he pleaded guilty
to manslaughter with diminished responsibility.
In just eight days he killed an 85 year old widow at Bingley, a 16
year old who was at a bus stop in Eastburn, and a part time model,
Mrs. Barbara Booth, 24, and her three year old son at their home in
Leeds.
Rowntree was at the time branded by police as “the most dangerous man
ever”. He was said to have told detectives he wanted to kill five
people to beat the Black Panther- Donald Neilson – and that he hoped
to share a cell with him.
Yesterday, the common law husband of Mrs. Booth, Mr. Alan Ruddock,
said: “He should be locked away for life for what he did.”
So the ‘most dangerous man ever’ is going to walk amongst
us again. This time he will be much cleverer and have a deep insight
into how a corrupt system works. He will have fooled the police and
the psychiatrists. Far from having diminished responsibility, he had
a clear and premeditated reason to be in the Adamson region that New
Year’s Eve, and only for the Tomlinson’s luck to be away from home,
Rowntree may now be serving a life sentence for the murder of one or
all of them with little chance of parole. But he was obviously
offered “a deal” that Friday morning as Detectives Holland and Dibb
worked over-time. They had all the evidence they needed to convict
him on the first two murders. So why offer him a deal? The
statistics of crime are very important for the police and every murder
solved is a case off their books, also a cause for celebration and
promotion. When Peter William Sutcliffe was arrested in 1981 Dick
Holland was “monitoring events” as Ronald Gregory revealed in his
memoirs. It was subsequently revealed in the Old Bailey that the
Rowntree case was explained to Sutcliffe as the deals and admissions
were made.
"This is 1976 - waken up - fuckin papers will write
anthin. They don't even know what they are writin about - fuck
Rowntree - fuckin nutter, he wouldn't have the neck to do them
himself, claim jumpin bastard, there's one born every minute, next
please well good thing there are people like him, fuckin cops, they’ll
believe anything,- that wanker wanted to be like Neilson - like Hell -
an 81 year old ol one and a boy, I suppose only for the kid they
wouldn't have believed him, - little fuckin black bastard screamin his
fuckin head off. Well he won't cry now. I liked her - that was good
- all those kinky poses - she was goin to spoil that kid anyway doin
the business like that in front of him – Thank God I had a good mammy
- the ol notice boards won't be so busy now - chest or drawers for
sale, black pussy for hire, French polishin, its great, this is a
great country - all the girls, black, white, brown, yellow all willin
to sell their arses for a bang on the fuckin head. Diminished
responsibility –he was fairly diminished all right, orphaned bastard -
just a spoiled rotten bastard - too much fuckin money – well-
Broadmoor is the place for people like him. Those fuckin rotten cops
would charge any cunt if he admitted it –well I'll get on with my
business, fuck the cops, next time I'll really leave me mark, There’ll
be no mistaken it – they'll still charge some other fuckin nut if he
admits it, but I'll make sure those bastards know it's me. He gave up
- phoned the law - gave his name and address - another lovely cop -
fuck the Bradford cops - I had the black man nicely trapped - Hoban
was sure to hammer the shit out of him and get more medals - I had it
all set up lovely - same as McCann - he'd be gone for his tea –‘ t-a-l-
l b-o-o-y’ - dived out to the pub while she performed for Billy -came
back for the loot - well he would have done Hoban lovely - he said he
was lookin for a black man for McCann - can't say I didn't try to help
him- fuckin shit-cunt he even had the thin black moustache rounded at
the corners too and I left the fuckin knife in her nut - the same one
I used on McCann. Next time the lad smokes the ‘grunger mon’ he’ll
have somethin to dream about”.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkSaYJg9gMU
http://www.yorkshireripper.com/
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Apr 8, 2013, 5:54:47 AM4/8/13
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Too many shit people in Leeds.
Leeds is a SHIT town full of SHIT people.
Leeds is THE ARSEHOLE OF YORKSHIRE.
Leeds is a SHIT town full of SHIT people.
Leeds is THE ARSEHOLE OF YORKSHIRE.
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Apr 8, 2013, 6:14:45 AM4/8/13
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Where is Tony Holland?
The Shit Man in Australia.
The Shit Man in Australia surely should have something to say about
this................
The Shit Man in Australia.
The Shit Man in Australia surely should have something to say about
this................
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