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Blue-eyed Ken was just an average guy. The ink eyed one, who liked to inject girls and experiment on them with torture, scared me shitless. I could feel Doktor Evil inside him, just as I had done inside

I had worked for three years on it and I was drained, bringing up a child alone and working non stop wasn't a great mix - they hadn’t given me any advance and so I was hoping the thing would sell. I sat

I didn’t buy a flat with my six-figure salary; I felt the money was immoral. Tabloid wages, led to bad karma. I was an energy reader and money was a hook that evil threw you but it had attachments, especially

I eagerly filed copy on stories from New York on Madonna's hair loss - called in the paper, 'Madonna Loses Her Mane' and Howard’s Beach Racism from a cheap bedsit on my own with dry bread and salad cream

I scrutinized Brady's crimes. Like me, he had an adoption that failed – and he was in pain over being called a bastard. I thought he was innocent – I don’t know why – something in his eyes in the photograph.

I live in a world that is muffled for sound and touch and taste and my son helps me navigate it. I shout too loudly. You do shout when you have the cotton wool, but others hear you too much. I get stressed

What got you interested in serial killers Chris? I picked up a book on the Moors Murders case called Beyond Belief when I was 13 years old. I saw from the old black and white photograph of Ian Brady on

After I had published my memoir of my unusual 6th sense style investigative journalising on Fleet Street; working for The News of The World, The Sun and The Daily Mail, I was doing a round of TV appearances

I put great effort into being a mother - knowing it was the bedrock for my son's ability to win or lose in life. In summers I took him to LEGOLAND or Chessington Zoo each and every day - even I enjoyed

I dressed quickly, putting on my panama, a red silk dress and pale pink pumps. I left the house and walked to the village green, where my close friend and mentor, the film director and producer of BBC's

Warm rain lashed down on me in the prison yard as I stood waiting for another guard to unlock the gate and let me out. The rain spattered noisily like a tropical downpour across the tarmac like sheets

Ballads, Bestowing believable ballyhoo before brunch. A short poem by long caged serial killer of 13 - notorious USA's Kenneth Bianchi aka the Hillside Strangler. It was morning. I must have fallen asleep

Out of the News Corp offices and away from the absurdly named Special Investigations Unit I ploughed ahead with what I believed were my own journalistic ambitions. I sat contentedly in a first-class seat

‘You look exactly like Myra Hindley,especially around the eyes,’ announced The People's top reporter, Phil Hall proudly as he set eyes on me all gussied up by The People’s make up team. ‘I wonder if Brady

My life began at the Crusade Rescue Hall, it was the Catholic Church’s main Orphanage and run by a small and elite group of Jesuit priests and led by the eminent sandy haired Jesuit priest – Fr. Phil Harvey.

I hated losing my career when the News of The World and The Sun sacked me for a spying surveillance on Heather Mills. The so called investigation had been the brain child/investigation of chief staff reporter,

Last night, I dreamt I was back at work as a journalist at The News of The World. I took the lift up to the offices, next to The Sun, and I made my way down the dimly lit, winding warren of corridors,

After I had published my memoir of journalising on Fleet Street – called In for The Kill, I was doing a round of TV appearances. I was also invited on radio, BBC World Service and BBC News 24 – for TV,

I attended London based courses about essential oils and Bach Flower essences - I interviewed well known authors on Bach on my radio show. I learned a lot about Bach and became a student of the power of

Younger Me.jpg I wanted a lipstick to give me confidence; it was a meeting at my son's school with his Head of Year. I wanted to look classic, smart, on the ball and competent. I joined the queue that