The
day my parents acquired colour television, an awkward, plastic cube that
squatted balefully in the corner of the living room; my 12-year-old self had
the honour of lugging the almost obsolete back and white portable upstairs to
balance on top of my chest of drawers. It took a while to bend the aerial just
so and soon I was adept at the minute circumvolutions of the tuning wheel that
would raise 4 channels from a sea of static.
Books
abandoned for this novelty of bedroom television, I would watch Soldier-Soldier,
starring a youthful Robson Green and Jerome Flynn, Bottom, (Rik Mayall
entrenching himself as one of my all-time idols) or else playing Target
Renegade on my Sinclair Spectrum. Sometimes I padded downstairs to watch
Cracker with my mum, in colour (she did and still does have a thing for Robbie Coltrane).
What captivated me the most, however, in those days of analogue decadence was
the British institution Crimewatch UK, presented then by Nick Ross and Sue
Cook.
Although
Cracker was clever, magnificently written, casted and acted, it paled in
comparison with these terrible things that really went on, on the streets of
the UK. This was visceral, this was real and may have been the beginning, the
embryonic fascination that has now blossomed within me for true crime.
Murders, rape, kidnapping, assault, robbery;
simple, brutal acts. Appeals for witnesses, phone lines scrolling across the
bottom of the television screen. I was enthralled. I longed to have seen
something, to be able to call in and give a sighting, a crucial piece of
evidence. Alas, that opportunity never came, but by the end, when it was time
to go to sleep, I was always disappointed, utterly consumed by some errant
piquancy the show wove into my brain.
'Don't have nightmares.' Was the tagline
at the end but I always had to turn off before then, otherwise I would lie
awake all night, utterly consumed with fear. Thanks Nick, I never thought about
having nightmares until you said it! Maybe
it was this programme that helped inspire my consummation of all things true
and crime? I came very late to the crime fiction genre in my reading habits,
horror tending to always take preference. What I loved though was a mystery,
especially an unsolved one, The Mary
Celeste, the Bermuda Triangle, King Tut's Curse. Crimewatch UK provided
a mystery on one of those nights that has never left me and continues to be a
source of inspiration to this day.
Unfortunately
the grey static of time has clouded my memories of the finer details of this
case; whether it was ever solved is a mystery to me to this day. I think what
enraptured me at the time was that this particular crime wasn't like any of the
others. It also frightened me and gouged out a sympathy for those involved that
any drama series, even ones written by Jimmy McGovern, could not touch for
those affected.
From
what I remember about the case, an old couple had vanished from their home,
somewhere in the countryside and there were signs that an intruder else had
entered the property. There was no sign of a break-in, implying that the couple
had known their visitor.
What
got me back then and still does is the final clue. The couple's best china tea
set had been set out on the table. Nick Ross and Sue Cook, talking to the
family, live in the Crimewatch studio established that this china was reserved
for special occasions or esteemed guests.
That
was it, a brutal, sad story that made me think of my own grandparents, the
nick-nacks they kept in a glass case, the brass Viking ship on their
mantelpiece, the air of safety that they purveyed. It made me scared for them,
drove a bolt of cold-hearted reality into my life that I hadn't appreciated
before. It never left.
Too
young at the time, for my attention span to follow this story up, I never found
out what, if anything, came next. To this day though, the story fills me with a
profound sadness and vexation. I worry that no one ever found out what happened
here, that this vanished couple stayed vanished and their families never got closure.
That
terrible feeling stayed with me and plays a huge part in my writing, not the
case itself but this visceral horror of terrible things, real events. With
everything writing-related that I do, I try and capture the essence of this
terror.
The
thing is with crime is that the reality of it is not like a story, there is usually
not a clever twist, a reveal, a resolution. Maybe that's what makes crime
fiction so appealing, that it provides closure to a world that so often is
bereft of it.
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