Last night I had a nightmare about Wayne Coozens.
I’m sure I’m not the only woman who has been chilled to the bone by this man who, according to the victim’s mother, is the ‘worst of humanity’.
The kind of monster that scares women with its wit, with good reason.
Home alone, heart pounding, I got up to secure the doors and windows, then checked to see if he was hiding in the bathroom.
Irrational, of course, but the fear of midnight has no logic. Couzens is the new urban bogeyman, wrapped in the identity of a demon cop who has given him power over defenseless Sarah Everard.
In my dream he was roaming the neighborhood streets, leaning on the steering wheel, boiling eyes scouring the empty Covid sidewalks for a victim.
His rape kit was ready inside the rented car, his boot already covered with protective polythene.
The long road ahead without Sarah is little respite for the Everard family (pictured)
The terrible thing is that this dream had its roots in cold reality. Because Couzens actually used to hang out near my house, where I live now, and where I lived in Clapham, even when I was the same age as Sarah.
But it doesn’t need a geographical link to bind all of us in eternal terror.
Before the Coogens were sentenced this week, Miss Everard’s family read their statements to the victim’s influence as he sat in the courtroom, a timid coward refusing to meet their gaze.
His eloquence was trembling, the depth of his sorrow was worth seeing.
Her mother recounts how every night, at the time Sarah was kidnapped, she silently shouts: ‘Don’t get in the car, run for your life.’ It’s not only distracting, but unforgettable,
Prior to this, I have always been against statements of influence to these victims, arguing that the kind of feelings they evoke have no place in a British court.
It was an idea copied from the US and introduced by Harriet Herman when she was Minister of Constitutional Affairs in 2006; A development that sought to make the legal process an ‘inclusive’ experience for victims and their loved ones.
To be honest, I still have my doubts. Should a layer of emotional justice be added to the trial?
JAN MOIR: Her mother tells how every night, at the time Sarah was kidnapped, she silently screamed: ‘Don’t get in the car, run for your life.’ It’s not only horrifying, but unforgettable (Pictured: Sarah’s family)
Jan Moir: After reading the confessions of father Jeremy Everard, mother Susan and sister Katie, denying them the moment they faced this killer would feel like another cruelty (Picture: Wreath to Sarah in Clapham)
These statements should not affect a judge with respect to the charges imposed by him, but judges are also mere human beings.
To suggest that they will always be immune to suffering, especially when it is expressed dynamically, is unrealistic.
My concern about the Impact Statement is that it gives clear and educated people an advantage over people whose statements can only ever be simply brash and worldly, despite the fact that all parties are grieving and losing. are equally entitled. Feel the depth
However, after reading the confessions of father Jeremy Everard, mother Susan and sister Katie, it would feel like yet another cruelty to deny them the moment they encountered this killer.
Without Sarah there is little respite for the Everard family in the long road ahead.
Wayne Couzens (pictured) is a new urban bogeyman, wrapped up in the identity of a demon cop who has given him power over the defenseless Sarah Everard.
There is no rest for them, only loss. Along with the mental torture, he was thinking about the manner of his death and how he had to endure it.
So if they take even the slightest help to be able to cope with the crows, if the demon has the glare of being able to express his feelings, which not only destroyed Sarah’s life, but hers. Also – so I’m happy.
Perhaps statements of victim impact have their place, especially if they can bring a drop of peace to the ocean of suffering.
The dignity and eloquence of the Everard family was as frightening to watch as it was inspiring.
One can only hope that his words search the soul of Wayne Kuzens and shame him until he dies.
lame dame fail again…
As usual, Cressida Dick failed to rise to the occasion. Outside the Old Bailey, the Met chief refused to resign, but acknowledged that the now-sacked PC Cougens “put shame on the Met” and damaged the “priceless bond of trust” between the public and police.
Being the daughter of a policeman, I know how much damage this heinous crime must have caused to the good police officers everywhere.
But the blatant push that Met Coogens is putting on as a “former” police officer deserves no credit.
Not only was he a serving police officer at the time of Sarah Everard’s murder, he used his police position as a major part of his crime.
If Sarah’s family has managed to deal with that terrifying reality, then Cressida Dick should do the same.
Don’t hijack his murder…
Surely the last thing the Everard family wants is Sarah’s death to be kidnapped and turned into a circus or reclaimed by feminist groups like These Streets.
It goes without saying that killing or assaulting a woman is a heinous crime, but it is still rare.
The uncomfortable truth is that more men are murdered on the streets of London than women.
And most of them are young black men who are usually stabbed (or attacked) by other young black men.
All of us – men, women, potential victims – would be much safer if the police were allowed to stop and search for suspects at random. But that’s not a very fashionable reason, is it?
007 Daniels is a pink rocker
Once again The Girls gather to discuss the hot button issue of the week: Daniel Craig’s pink dinner jacket. For or against it, ladies?
Claire (She Who Knows Best) was straight in. ‘Nobody as small as Danielle should be color blocked. It makes him look like a dwarf,’ he declared.
Sally started crying. ‘Daniel is mine!’ – Usually off topic from the start.
Morvain thought the jacket made Daniel look like a bingo collar on the Saga cruise ship, which made Sally cry even more.
Victoria was even worse. ‘Tintin’s grandfather’ was her decision, but she is too young. She doesn’t understand.
Once again The Girls gather to discuss the hot button issue of the week: Daniel Craig’s pink dinner jacket. For or against it, ladies?
I mean fuchsia pink! Double breasted. Dear little matching buttons. At first I thought it was a little hi-de-hi.
Then I thought about it more, hello. We all agreed that it was bold and tastefully tailored to give our man an air of velvet carving.
Morvain wondered if the sleeve was too short and did it do Dan justice? She Who Knows Best opened a file called Danielle’s Bond Premiere Looks from 2006 – 2021 and we quietly pored over the shots.
My favorite is the classic black tux she wore to Specter in 2015, complete with Remembrance Poppy. Spy High Patriotic Chic!
Conclusion? We’re kissing pink, but going back to black. Sally screams, ‘I liked her as her best friend. Doesn’t she understand? This is not the time to cry.
He’s probably not your favorite person, nor mine, but let’s leave a thought for Boris Johnson of sorts.
In the past year or so, the PM almost died of Covid, took his girlfriend to No. 10, became a father for the sixth time, married and mourned the death of his mother.
God knows how he keeps going, but hates him for having to struggle further. and above. have hope.
Here’s Toasting My Love for Posh Grub
Jan Moir: Posh Spice (pictured) says her favorite food is salt on toast and I’m right there with her
Posh Spice says her favorite food is salt on toast and I’m right there with her.
Oh, I love a piece of toasted citrus on the grill, rubbed with a clove of garlic, sprinkled with a good olive oil and sprinkled with a large grater of salt. Tasty!
Although I think Posh’s version is more anemic than mine.
She also said that she only eats steamed vegetables and is a chef’s ‘worst nightmare’.
So many girls look posh – should they be more responsible when it comes to their comments about food?
There are so many dishes and diets that are a million times worse than steamed vegetables and toast.
It’s nice to know that we finally have something in common – that we both have the appetite for birds.
The problem is, she’s a cutie-hungry–and I’m a vulture.
blue plaque for golden times
English Heritage has affixed a blue plaque on the block of flats that Princess Diana lived in BC – before Charles.
The three-bedroom apartment in Colern Court, West London, was bought by her parents in 1979 for £50,000 and gifted to Diana as a coming-of-age present.
Today only worth less than £2 million, it is a testament to the carefree times when Diana was a more posh prison in west London working as a nanny.
A blue plaque is seen on a three-bedroom apartment in Colern Court, west London, which Princess Diana’s parents bought for £50,000 in 1979 and gifted them a coming-of-age gift.
There is so much sadness in all this. She was full of hopes and dreams the night before their engagement in 1981. Sixteen years later, she was dead.
At a time of incredible innocence, when she was the main girl to her three roommates, she was too excited to be remembered at that point.
She later said, ‘It was one of the happiest times of my life.
That’s the problem with the good times. By the time you think they’re golden, they’re gone.
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