He sure hasn’t got much going for him has he?! He’s dim, dull & weird… No wonder he’s obsessed with Lucifer!
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Minging Mark needs to change his shirt, creepy little hobbit of a man.
He looks like he stinks. Can imagine, stale beer, stale fags and sweat
Karen Rees can duck off with her shady interview and attempts to justify her stupidity and shittiness. She blatantly believes Letby didn't do it and can't admit that she majorly ducked up. What a despicable person. 
Yeah I can imagine thatHe looks like he stinks. Can imagine, stale beer, stale fags and sweat
I noticed he’s got long fingernails too, can’t stand a man with long nails 
I think I feel some of what you mean…It might be because it’s become a part of history. It makes it hit hard but in a very strange way that’s difficult to describe. Of course the relative newness of it is shocking and disorienting but somehow it being acknowledged and set in context adds another different type of realness.It’s quite sobering to see Letby tacked on the bottom of this list:
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If it’s any comfort I do wonder if that interview could end up potentially used as further evidence of her negligence and lack of accountability. She didn’t do herself any favours and it didn’t look good, it was so manifestly arrogant and self-serving. Sometimes these kinds of people cause their own downfall.Karen Rees can duck off with her shady interview and attempts to justify her stupidity and shittiness. She blatantly believes Letby didn't do it and can't admit that she majorly ducked up. What a despicable person.
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I definitely agree that’s a big factor, but there are also institutional and structural issues that predate that, unfortunately. Even NICE guidelines are horribly outdated and our country is very backwards in terms of diagnosis, research, training and treatment- even in keeping up with research that already exists.
There’s a sort of arrogance which is hard to describe but quite evident when you see it in action- Rees is a good example. It’s true people don’t know everything, but many won’t even admit that and it’s a dangerous combination.
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Oh goodness me this is terrible. They sound like nasty witches. Well done that student nurse for ringing the alarm bell.
They come in handy for scooping up the coke traces off a glass coffee table though.Yeah I can imagine that
I think he's hilarious. I watch him for a laugh most days.
Lucy Letby: Vigil to 'express sorrow and solidarity' with victims' families
The nurse was jailed last month for the murder of seven babies and the attempted murder of six more.
www.bbc.co.uk
Just seen this.
@MmmB777 You are right about Bev!! These incidents are talked about in the books about her (spoiler as extremely long extract from Angel of Death book and may not be of interest to some!)
1. Allitt had only worked four shifts at the home, moonlighting to earn extra pin money. Five days after the death of fifteen-month-old Claire Peck, the last youngster to die on Ward Four, she had worked her third night-shift there. But, the next morning, Dorothy was so ill that a GP had been called at 7am and she had been rushed to the geriatric ward of Grantham and Kesteven Hospital with hypoglycemia. Detectives began questioning other staff at the home, wondering what could have made the old lady so ill. And they discovered that Allitt had been seen giving her an injection of insulin. Care assistant Alice Stewart told them she could remember seeing Allitt with a syringe in her hand giving an injection of insulin to Dorothy Lowe at about 5am. She had watched her put the syringe in her apron and walk away. The old lady was a diabetic but had not been due to have her daily insulin jab until between 8am and 9am. It was a strict routine which was always carefully monitored. Allitt had not recorded the injection on Dorothy’s charts and there was no reason why it should have been given at least three hours too early. Her insulin jab should have contained about eight or nine units. But experts at London’s Guy’s Hospital, who examined Dorothy’s clinic notes, concluded that she must have been given about 100 units of insulin. The overdose could have killed her.
2. But, just days after Allitt’s arrival, odd things began to take place behind the door of Mrs Jobson’s neat and smartly decorated home. Curtains in the bathroom were found with scorch marks where an attempt had clearly been made to set them alight. Then a knife from the kitchen drawer was discovered plunged through the pillow on her bed. Money mysteriously went missing and Mrs Jobson’s purse vanished, only to be found later in Allitt’s car. Bleach was spilled on the lounge carpet and also on a bed, leaving huge, unrepairable stains. Mrs Jobson’s walking stick, left in one room, would vanish and reappear in another part of the house. And a dish moved from a shelf to a settee. When Allitt was asked about these occurrences, she insisted it was nothing to do with her and tried to suggest that a poltergeist had taken over the house. The strange events suddenly took a more sinister twist when Mrs Jobson’s Jack Russell, called Jack, coughed up the obvious remains of two tablets in the back garden. Allitt, who had been alone in the house, had run outside as Mrs Jobson returned from work, to announce: ‘Come quickly. Jack’s ill.’ Taken in isolation, each event would not have unnerved Mrs Jobson but, as they continued, she became increasingly disturbed by the succession of peculiar happenings. She recalls: ‘It was as though Bev was trying to create dramas. Things like finding a knife through my pillow, that was quite sinister. It was weird. She knew I would find things that she had done. With half the things, she was practically pointing them out if I didn’t notice. ‘On the night the knife was stuck through the pillow, she shouted to me to come and have a look. I just said “Gosh!” Then I said: “I think this is getting bloody ridiculous.” ‘But she said she didn’t do it, she never did anything.’ For three weeks Jonathan was away, leaving Mrs Jobson alone in the house with Allitt. ‘It would just be her and me in the house. She tried to tell me it was Tracy who was doing it but she definitely wasn’t. What she didn’t realise was that, when a lot of the things happened, there were four or five witnesses in the house and still they continued. The more people here, the more things happened. The bigger the audience, the better it was. It was unreal. She was a performer. Things were happening nearly every single day. ‘It was my sister who eventually said: “Enough.” She thought my life was in danger. ‘She could see it because she wasn’t so close to it. Bev had got me to a stage where she had me where she wanted me. You would believe anything rather than believe she was doing those things. She had no reason to do things to me, because I was her friend. ‘In the end I knew it was her but I felt I had to catch her, that I couldn’t accuse her without proof. We tried for a long time to catch her, but we didn’t. We followed her everywhere around the house but never saw her do anything. ‘It never once occurred to me, even then, that if she was doing these things here then she could have done the things at the hospital. I honestly felt the reason why she was doing it was because of all the pressure she was under. It was her reaction. She hadn’t shown any reaction. She convinced me she was innocent.’ Worse was still to come for the trusting Jobsons. Allitt, still waiting for the Director of Public Prosecutions to decide whether or not she should be charged with the murders and attempted murders on Ward Four, joined Mrs Jobson and her son, Jonathan, on an outing to the Sunday open-air market at Whittlesey, on the edge of the Fens. Without warning the healthy schoolboy suddenly collapsed in a heap on the floor. Mrs Jobson said: ‘I thought he was dead. There was no sign of life, not a flicker. I couldn’t understand what had happened to him. Bev did absolutely nothing, even though she’s a nurse. She was there at the market and I screamed at her to help but she did nothing. ‘I took it that she was in shock. She looked like she was in a state of shock. She looked sort of detached. She’d flicked a switch off. ‘By the time I got him to the hospital he was all right again. The doctor said he was sure he’d just fainted. But I knew it wasn’t just a faint. I had never seen a faint like that. ‘Jonathan and Bev actually made a joke of it afterwards. I remember Jonathan saying something like: “What would the police think of this – you living here and me being taken to hospital?” Jonathan worshipped the ground on which Bev walked. He loved her like a big sister.’ She added: ‘We knew he had had a glass of blackcurrant before we went to the market. At the time, nobody thought anything about it. We weren’t suspicious at all. Why should we be? All that we were reading in the papers was that children were having insulin or potassium chloride and, to my mind, you would have to be injected, so it never occurred to anybody.’ Mrs Jobson kept quiet about the weird events that had occurred at her house. The police made several attempts to question her at length but they sensed that she was wary of speaking to them, out of loyalty to her daughter’s best friend. Finally, after a family conference, they decided it was time to summon the police. Relatives were beginning to fear that Mrs Jobson’s life might be in danger and a call was made to Grantham police station at around midnight. Detective Inspector Neil Jones, the man who had tracked down the blood samples from Ward Four, was despatched to talk to Mrs Jobson in the early hours. He listened in astonishment. The police had imagined that Allitt was living quietly, keeping a low profile, waiting for the decision of the DPP, but what the detective inspector heard opened up a chilling new chapter in the investigation. So much was said, so much happened during Allitt’s four months at Mrs Jobson’s home, that it took the police thirty hours to write down her statement. Allitt, driven out of Grantham, now found herself unwelcome and in need of a new hideaway once more.
2. But, just days after Allitt’s arrival, odd things began to take place behind the door of Mrs Jobson’s neat and smartly decorated home. Curtains in the bathroom were found with scorch marks where an attempt had clearly been made to set them alight. Then a knife from the kitchen drawer was discovered plunged through the pillow on her bed. Money mysteriously went missing and Mrs Jobson’s purse vanished, only to be found later in Allitt’s car. Bleach was spilled on the lounge carpet and also on a bed, leaving huge, unrepairable stains. Mrs Jobson’s walking stick, left in one room, would vanish and reappear in another part of the house. And a dish moved from a shelf to a settee. When Allitt was asked about these occurrences, she insisted it was nothing to do with her and tried to suggest that a poltergeist had taken over the house. The strange events suddenly took a more sinister twist when Mrs Jobson’s Jack Russell, called Jack, coughed up the obvious remains of two tablets in the back garden. Allitt, who had been alone in the house, had run outside as Mrs Jobson returned from work, to announce: ‘Come quickly. Jack’s ill.’ Taken in isolation, each event would not have unnerved Mrs Jobson but, as they continued, she became increasingly disturbed by the succession of peculiar happenings. She recalls: ‘It was as though Bev was trying to create dramas. Things like finding a knife through my pillow, that was quite sinister. It was weird. She knew I would find things that she had done. With half the things, she was practically pointing them out if I didn’t notice. ‘On the night the knife was stuck through the pillow, she shouted to me to come and have a look. I just said “Gosh!” Then I said: “I think this is getting bloody ridiculous.” ‘But she said she didn’t do it, she never did anything.’ For three weeks Jonathan was away, leaving Mrs Jobson alone in the house with Allitt. ‘It would just be her and me in the house. She tried to tell me it was Tracy who was doing it but she definitely wasn’t. What she didn’t realise was that, when a lot of the things happened, there were four or five witnesses in the house and still they continued. The more people here, the more things happened. The bigger the audience, the better it was. It was unreal. She was a performer. Things were happening nearly every single day. ‘It was my sister who eventually said: “Enough.” She thought my life was in danger. ‘She could see it because she wasn’t so close to it. Bev had got me to a stage where she had me where she wanted me. You would believe anything rather than believe she was doing those things. She had no reason to do things to me, because I was her friend. ‘In the end I knew it was her but I felt I had to catch her, that I couldn’t accuse her without proof. We tried for a long time to catch her, but we didn’t. We followed her everywhere around the house but never saw her do anything. ‘It never once occurred to me, even then, that if she was doing these things here then she could have done the things at the hospital. I honestly felt the reason why she was doing it was because of all the pressure she was under. It was her reaction. She hadn’t shown any reaction. She convinced me she was innocent.’ Worse was still to come for the trusting Jobsons. Allitt, still waiting for the Director of Public Prosecutions to decide whether or not she should be charged with the murders and attempted murders on Ward Four, joined Mrs Jobson and her son, Jonathan, on an outing to the Sunday open-air market at Whittlesey, on the edge of the Fens. Without warning the healthy schoolboy suddenly collapsed in a heap on the floor. Mrs Jobson said: ‘I thought he was dead. There was no sign of life, not a flicker. I couldn’t understand what had happened to him. Bev did absolutely nothing, even though she’s a nurse. She was there at the market and I screamed at her to help but she did nothing. ‘I took it that she was in shock. She looked like she was in a state of shock. She looked sort of detached. She’d flicked a switch off. ‘By the time I got him to the hospital he was all right again. The doctor said he was sure he’d just fainted. But I knew it wasn’t just a faint. I had never seen a faint like that. ‘Jonathan and Bev actually made a joke of it afterwards. I remember Jonathan saying something like: “What would the police think of this – you living here and me being taken to hospital?” Jonathan worshipped the ground on which Bev walked. He loved her like a big sister.’ She added: ‘We knew he had had a glass of blackcurrant before we went to the market. At the time, nobody thought anything about it. We weren’t suspicious at all. Why should we be? All that we were reading in the papers was that children were having insulin or potassium chloride and, to my mind, you would have to be injected, so it never occurred to anybody.’ Mrs Jobson kept quiet about the weird events that had occurred at her house. The police made several attempts to question her at length but they sensed that she was wary of speaking to them, out of loyalty to her daughter’s best friend. Finally, after a family conference, they decided it was time to summon the police. Relatives were beginning to fear that Mrs Jobson’s life might be in danger and a call was made to Grantham police station at around midnight. Detective Inspector Neil Jones, the man who had tracked down the blood samples from Ward Four, was despatched to talk to Mrs Jobson in the early hours. He listened in astonishment. The police had imagined that Allitt was living quietly, keeping a low profile, waiting for the decision of the DPP, but what the detective inspector heard opened up a chilling new chapter in the investigation. So much was said, so much happened during Allitt’s four months at Mrs Jobson’s home, that it took the police thirty hours to write down her statement. Allitt, driven out of Grantham, now found herself unwelcome and in need of a new hideaway once more.
So Ailitt targeted an elderly woman and a trusting teenager when she had no further access to babies. This is what I mean about Letby having access to other vulnerable groups in prison. It's a pattern. Those who attack the vulnerable have three ideal pools of victim. The very young, the frail aged and the disabled.
As I've said on other threads I have a great deal of experience inside HMP facilities as a literacy teacher and health educator. I have a pretty good idea what sort of wing she'll be on.
There is Gen Pop (general population) She won't be there for obvious reasons. Then they have Protection wings where "vulnerable" inmates are housed. I don't like the term vulnerable as it's used there though. It refers to their likelihood of being attacked, not any frailty or illness. She may be on one of those wings for a while with sex offenders & grasses. But eventually she'll be moved to a Privilege wing. Privilege wings are for those who have kept their noses clean, nearing the end of their sentences. They have certain freedoms like being permitted to leave their doors open. A few of them are allowed to work outside as they near parole. Those girls will jump through hoops not to do anything to screw up the last months of their sentences because it means they'll be trapped there longer and be more constrained. So someone like Letby is very unlikely to be attacked. Though she'll not be welcomed with open arms she'll be physically safe which on a Protection wing is not at all guaranteed. HMP hate the bad publicity of a high profile inmate being attacked. There are even fines for having allowed it to happen. People lose their jobs or lose seniority after such incidents. So they will put Letby where she is safest and bugger all the women in there for far lesser crimes. The ones who have behaved and are making efforts to rehabilitate.
However, the elderly and disabled inmates who are also often placed on those Privilege wings may provide her with prospective new targets. I can very much envision her doing the "Trust me, I'm a nurse" routine with them. She's convincing if you don't know to be wary. She had everyone at COCH fooled for years, for a start.
Does anyone know why she looked so unsurprised to see the police knocking her door at 6am? Had she been warned they were coming to arrest her?
She knew they were investigating, and knew the doctors were on to her, no suggestion she knew the actual timing of arrest though
She knew she was guilty af and she knew they were onto her. I mean obviously many people shut down emotionally under great duress but I doubt that was entirety the case there. She'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop for three years by that stage. It can't have been unexpected.
In the clip I saw she looked pretty surprised when she answered. Also she seemed to be shaking when they took her to the car. She knew she was ducked.
Yes she was definitely rattled. Well you would be, innocent or guilty. She still had presence of mind enough to whine "I've just had knee surgery" as they put her in the car though. "Poor me. I'm delicate." had worked for her for a long while. She was playing the cards she had left I guess.
Thanks so much! Will read this with a coffee now! Is it from the ‘Murder on Ward Four’ book? I asked for it for my birthday and people thought I was joking
I wasn’t 
Thanks for verifying. Knew I’d seen it @MmmB777
Bev was suspended and out on bail when these things happened. I suppose giving LL an admin job kept her occupied in a safer way.
She was trying to appear normal/friendly and unsuspicious. But of course anybody innocent that had police knock on their door at 6am would actually react with worry and concern. I’d assume someone very close to me had been in an accident. She was trying to act ‘care free’ because she’s guilty as sin.
It looks as if that now that LL has been convicted, the NHS are on the lookout for anyone else not showing respect to patients. Either that or the press are digging out any old news the can
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