Finally, some good news:
Double child killer Colin Pitchfork was turned down for parole after it emerged he had been loitering in forests and parks and had approached lone women during his first brief spell of freedom, MailOnline can reveal.
The 63-year-old monster, who raped and murdered 15-year-old schoolgirls Lynda Mann and Dawn Ashworth in the 1980s, lasted barely three months before being recalled to jail in September 2021.
I read a book about this bastard (published shortly after his trial), which described the hunt for the murderer of the two girls. The way the cops were able to identify him was through his blood type and enzyme pattern (not DNA; that wasn’t in use back then), which was apparently only held by a tiny percentage of the UK population. So the cops simply made all the male residents of the villages surrounding the murder site come in and give a blood sample, figuring (correctly) that they could at least be able to create a list of suspects and then narrow that down to one man based on the usual methods (alibi, age, opportunity etc.). Pitchfork was able to avoid coming in for a long time, and even tried to get a couple of his friends to take the test for him. But eventually they got him and, faced with the forensic evidence, he was tossed in jail.
There is no doubt of his guilt, and there is no doubt that this sick fucker, in his sixties, is still a clear danger to young girls. If ever there was a poster boy for the death penalty, Pitchfork is it.
So I’m glad that the parole board has finally come to its senses and denied his release.
In Kim’s world, if he were to be released he’d be met outside the prison gates by a group of angry citizens and dragged to the nearest lamp post for a quick hanging, but no doubt some might have a problem with this eminently reasonable outcome.