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Murder Mile UK True-Crime Podcast - #149: The Abuse of Jane Andrews - Part 2 (Tommy's Story)

27/10/2021

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Welcome to the Murder Mile UK True-Crime Podcast and audio guided walk of London's most infamous and often forgotten murder cases, all set within and beyond the West End.

A weekly true-crime podcast - EVERY THURSDAY
300+ infamous, untold or often forgotten true murders
Based on Soho's FIVE STAR rated Murder Mile Walks
Researched from original and first-hand sources
Authentic sounds recorded from the location itself

To accompany your audio guided walk, what follows is a series of photos, videos and maps, so that no matter where you are listening to this podcast, you'll feel like you're actually there.

EPISODE ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-NINE:
On Sunday 17th September 2000, after a romantic break in the French Riviera, Tommy Cressman and Jane Andrews retired to bed. Their relationship was a tempestuous one, tensions were high and by the morning, Tommy would be dead. But did Jane kill him in an act of self-defence, or was this a cold-blood and brutal murder? Tbhis is Part Two of Two.

Date: Sunday 17th September 2000, at roughly 3am (time of death)
Location: 74 The Maltings, Fulham, SW6
Victims: 1 (Thomas Ashley Cressman)
Culprits: Jane Dawn Elizabeth Andrews

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Man in a Bag by Cult With No Name (Intro and interstitials)
Winsome Lose Some by Cult With No Name (credits)
Piano Piece 2 (unreleased) by Cult With No Name
A New Beginning by Esther Ambrami
Because For Everything There Is Something by Patches
True by NCTRNM
Crystalline by Amulets
Anxious by Sextile
Waiting by Peter Rudenko

UNEDITED TRANSCRIPT OF THE EPISODE:

Welcome to Murder Mile. Having returned to 74 Maltings Place on Saturday 16th September 2000, the couple’s turbulent relationship had descended into a bitter argument (Tommy) "we are rowing and someone is going to get hurt". Jane had endured a long history of physical, emotional and mental abuse at the hands of her boyfriend Tommy; a sexual sadist aroused by pain, domination and cruelty.

At roughly 3am, having already been anally raped, (Jane) "where do you want me to sleep?", (Tommy) "with me, of course", the abuse of Jane Andrews continued; (Jane) “he buggered me. I didn't resist because if I did it hurt like hell”, (Tommy) “you’ve got shit on my penis, lick it off”. And although she would find some peace in her sleep, the violence didn’t stop (Tommy) “I’m going to f**king kill you”.

It was self-defence, plain and simple. Living in fear for her life, she had placed a cricket bat by the bed and a kitchen knife by her side solely for protection, and as this wild-eyed sadist yanked her by the hair back across their bed to teach this terrified lady a lesson she would never forget (Jane) "I was holding the knife as he came towards me. I don't know, it just went into him. It must have done".

In a blind petrified panic over what this “sexual monster” would do if he ever caught her, Jane dashed into her white Volkswagen Polo and fled... not knowing that Tommy Cressman was already dead.

That was Jane’s story. But how much of it was true?

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Episode 149: The Abuse of Jane Andrews – Part Two. (Interstitial)

There are two sides to every story and this is Tommy’s...

Thomas Ashley Cressman, known to his friends as Tommy was born 22nd October 1960 to Harry and Barbara Cressman, and with two older siblings - Rick and Cathy - Tommy was the baby of the family.

Raised in Hampton-in-Arden, just outside Birmingham, Tommy was blessed with a privilege upbringing thanks to his father’s entrepreneurial spirit. Alongside his brother Albert, Harry Cressman had founded the car firm Bristol Street Motors, as well as several other businesses and he later become a director of Aston Villa football club. Harry was a hard-working man who had a love of family and a passion for classic cars, all of which rubbed off on Tommy as a boy, and made him the man that he would become.

Given a great start in life, Tommy could easily have become a selfish, jaded, arrogant man-baby who took whatever he deemed to be his and treated others like dirt – but he didn’t. With twinkly brown eyes and a cheeky smile, Tommy was charming and caring with an infectious personality. He was the type of person you would naturally gravitate towards, as he exuded warmth and “always looked as if he had a laugh in his throat”. He was a lovely man who steered away from trouble and confrontation.

It’s odd, as – so far – Tommy doesn’t seem like “a sexual monster” who Jane would later describe in court as “jealous, possessive and abusive with a violent temper”. But maybe he just hit it well?
In 1986, Tommy trained as a stockbroker for Prudential-Basche Securities in New York, but later quit as he didn’t have the instincts to make a killing in this cut-throat industry, and besides, money wasn’t his passion. Tommy loved classic cars, he owed eight including four vintage Mercedes, and having set-up a business making specialist car-covers, he partnered-up with British racing-driver Sir Sterling Moss.

It easy-to-see why many mistook Tommy as ‘immature’, as he didn’t fall into the traps laid down by life and society. His job wasn’t a nine-to-five grind to pay the bills; it was his passion. He loved fast cars, speed-boats and Tin-Tin cartoons, and although some said that he never grew-up, others would praise that fact that he never lost his enthusiasm for the things he loved as a child. Often, he was unfairly pigeonholed as a confirmed bachelor, but as marriage and children had never been his plan, he wasn’t ready to settle down, as he was only in his thirties and he still felt he had a lot of life to live.

Tommy had many girlfriends, which was unsurprising as he was handsome, funny and kind, but sadly, they never lasted long. This wasn’t down to a dark sadistic streak or a nasty brutal violence he would inflict on these terrified ladies. It ended because he was married to his work. He knew that, they knew that, he hoped to marry one day if he found Miss Right, and he remained on good terms with his ex’s.

As for Tommy’s dark side? It’s true, he collected British, American and German militaria, a hobby not uncommon among history buffs in a country still obsessed with World War Two. Some pieces were Nazi, others were not, and although it was a decent collection, it wasn’t a shrine to the Fuhrer.

In his beside drawer, Police would later find two S&M magazines - Desire and Stiletto Heel. Everybody has an outlet for their stress, and Tommy’s was sex-lines, role-play and masturbation. It may seem seedy, but he did it in private, everything was consensual and he stopped before anyone got hurt.

In intimate love letters, Police also discovered that he had a fondness for anal-sex, a predilection that some couples engage in, but many of his ex-girlfriends would state that Tommy was a considerate lover who never subjected them to physical or sexual abuse. Being a romantic at heart, he bought flowers, he was generous with money and he picked up his girlfriends from work as he worried about their safety. Tommy was kind, sweet and supportive, he disliked confrontation and he wasn’t a rapist.

Tommy Cressman was no angel - who is - but he certainly wasn’t a beast, or a monster.

In August 1998, at Min’s Restaurant in Knightsbridge, Tommy and Jane met on a blind date, and being instantly smitten with this stunning redhead, he swept her off her feet and their romance ensued.

Having recently been divorced and made redundant by the Duchess, with her life collapsing all around her, she saw this millionaire’s son as her one chance to return to the luxuriant life that she had loved. Even a close friend of Jane’s would state “the relationship was very important to her. It became her new obsession” and for fear of slumping back into obscurity, she became fixated on marrying Tommy.

Their first weeks of romance were passionate and loving. Tommy saw Jane as her friends would; “she was very sweet, quite shy. Jane reminded me of a delicate bird. You wanted to pick her up carefully so as not to damage her wings”. But there were many details about her past that Tommy didn’t know...

...especially about her dark side.

In April 1989, Jane met and later married Christopher Dunn-Butler, a divorced IBM executive. It wasn’t love for her, but a step-up the social ladder. She even admitted “I craved someone to take care of me”, but having had a string of affairs behind his back (Jane) “I'm not proud of it", and they later divorced.

In February 2001, she stated to a psychiatrist hired by the trial lawyers, "the relationship broke down amicably. There was never any violence or abuse". By November 2001, she told a different psychiatrist that “Christopher became violent and I was sacred to leave him”. His friends and family deny that any assault took place, there were no police reports and (as Jane also admitted) he was a good decent. Which explains why they remained on such good terms and whenever she needed a friend – including before and after Tommy’s murder – the first and only person Jane called was Christopher.

Not only was Jane deeply manipulative, twisting facts to suit her needs, she was also abusive.

In 1996, Jane fell in love with Dimitri Horne, the son of a Greek shipping magnate. He was single, rich and seeing him as her shot at happiness, Jane became obsessed with snaring this man in matrimony.

Her friends would state “when things were going fine, she was lovely – prim and proper, like an English rose. But as soon as things didn’t go well, she would go absolutely crazy”. Dmitri said “I was living in fear... she followed me everywhere” and when he ended the relationship “she went berserk, turned violent, punching and kicking. I was afraid because when she got violent, she became unpredictable”.

The abuse of Jane Andrews was relentless; she sent him death-threats, she vandalised his car, she ransacked his flat, she smashed his possessions and she stalked him wherever he went. So terrified was Dmitri that he paid her to leave him forever, and when she wouldn’t, he called the Police. Her violence erupted – as it often did – whenever the relationship and her hopes of marriage ended.

But Jane – it is said - was not averse to concocting a tall tale to illicit sympathy when she needed it.

As a teenage girl gripped with bouts of depression, anxiety and an eating disorder, she attributed some of her psychological issues to the sexual abuse she said she suffered as a child, at the hands of one of her brothers. In which the sex was “our little secret” and that “bad girls who tell go to prison”. An allegation denied by the alleged offender, her mother, and the first time she ever mentioned being abused was in the spring of 1999, a quarter of a century later and one year before Tommy’s murder. Child abuse became a key part of her conviction appeal, but it was rejected owing to a lack of evidence.

It is even suggested, that of her several unsuccessful suicides, that these were not a concerted attempt to end a life she no longer wanted to live but to seek attention from those she sought something from.

There are no police reports of rape or abuse perpetrated against Jane by any of her partners (including Tommy), but there are reports of violence, threats, assault and criminal damage perpetrated by her. Even going so far as to threaten to kill an unborn child, out of spite, if her partner didn’t take her back.

Tommy had a few little secrets, as we all have...

...but then again, so did Jane.

The relationship was self-destructive. As Jane rightly said “I was the ultimate in insecurity. He was the ultimate in commitment-phobia”. She was a 33-year-old former royal dresser for whom the biological clock was incessantly ticking, the curse of spinsterhood hung overhead and who was desperate to snare a 37-year-old bachelor, unwilling to settle down or grow-up. It was never meant to be.

But Jane couldn’t see that, and she wouldn’t see that, as her life’s goal was to possess him.

Tommy found her jealous and overbearing. If he so-much-as looked at another woman, she would give him the evil eye. If he talked to another woman, she would drag him away. When he went on a stag-do, the second he got off the plane, he was barraged with texts and voicemails demanding to know; “where are you?”, “what are you doing?”, “why haven’t you called me?”, and whenever they went out together with friends, she was very vocal about the fact that he was not committing to her.

By the Autumn of 1999, barely a year into their relationship, they were no longer sleeping together.

Jane was struggling to adjust to an ordinary life after her royal redundancy, and lasting just two months as the PR Manager for Claridges’ Hotel, she was entirely reliant on Tommy. And like so many couples trapped in a loveless existence, they hung on... believing this was just a blip, but unwilling to change.

Maybe this is where and why they engaged in role-play and S&M? Maybe, like a couple disappearing off for a dirty weekend, this was an attempt to re-ignite and spice-up their love life? Maybe they both had a fondness for sexual sadism, with one playing the dominator and the other as the submissive (a fact impossible to prove, as one half of the couple was dead)? Or maybe, Jane only did this to please Tommy; “I would sleep with someone, because I was frightened if I didn't, they would go. I allowed men to do anything they wanted to me". Even acts which she said, she found abhorrent, like anal sex.

Every relationship is full of secrets and lies, but the more theirs collapsed, the further they retreated into their own private spaces and fantasies. For him, it was fetishes and masturbation. For her, it was seeing a psychiatrist and (perhaps) inventing stories to illicit sympathy, in which she was the victim.

We shall never know the real truth, as even the smallest details about their private lives can be inflated and twisted into unfair proportions to make them both look like the Holy Mother or a monster. But it was during their frequent fights that those secrets became a weapon with which to beat each other; she threatened to tell Tommy’s business partners and parents about his “dirty little habits”, and he threatened to go to the press or the police to expose the things she had seen in the royal household.

It was these secrets which destroyed their relationship...

...but Tommy still had one more secret hidden away.

At a conference in Las Vegas, Tommy met Deborah DiMiceli. They were never intimate together, but she was someone who shared his sexual predilections and they regularly corresponded. In January 2000, just nine months before Tommy’s death, Jane hacked into his laptop and found the emails.

Described in court as being written in a ‘cheap novelette style’; some contained a sexual fantasy about a submissive woman in a maid's outfit tied to a four-poster bed and crying "finish tying me up and rape me", with many references to “large kisses and licks in all the right places” and vigorous anal sex.

Jane admitted she was “very angry and very upset" by the emails, which Tommy said was "just a bit of fun" and he promised to stop. But what hurt her most was what he had written about her. In the emails, Jane is described as “getting a little like that pair of slippers I can't throw away!"

The relationship was dead, the love was gone and they were both treading water...

...but Jane was still fixated on marrying Tommy...

...as somewhere there was hope.

In the bin, at 74 Maltings Place, Police would later find an undated torn-up letter written by Tommy. In it, he wrote “Dearest Jane. I do care about you. Yes, times have been difficult for us over the last year but I do like you. However, over the last two months, I have felt like I’ve been walking on egg shells all the time. Your mood swings have been hard to predict”. In it, he admitted his mistakes, he apologised for his failings, he noted that he hadn’t tried hard enough, and he signed it off “Tom.xxx”.

But was Tommy using her love as a weapon (Jane) “he knew which carrots to dangle and which strings to pull" in order to emotionally break her, or as a very loving man - deep down - did he really care?

In the Summer of 2000, they went house-hunting in the Cotswolds. This definitely happened as they registered with an estate agent in Chipping Norton under the name of ‘Mr & Mrs Cressman’. But did he really want to buy a house with Jane? Did he want her to become his wife? Was he trying to make a disintegrating relationship work? Or was he simply pacifying her, to make a difficult life less terrible?

Either way, it’s easy to see why Jane became confused.

From the 1st to 15th September 2000, they went on a romantic holiday in the French and Italian Riviera; a taste of the luxuriant life she was so desperate to return to, and - she hoped - a marriage proposal. But it was not to be. Amidst the stunning sunsets which glistened over the clear-blue sea echoed their bitter words, as Tommy made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of marrying Jane... ever.

As a last-resort to lure him back, she threatened suicide by driving off the edge of a cliff. But the love was gone, and it is alleged he replied: “don’t do that darling, that’s my brother’s car you’re driving”.

By Friday 15th September 2000, Tommy and Jane had split-up, for good.

At Nice Airport, the couple were seen bitterly arguing, an incident which Jane would later dispute. "If it was true that he said he wasn't going to marry me, then I'd say so”. And yet, she made several calls to her ex-husband Christopher and her friend Gil Hancox confirming “this time it is definitely over”, some of which were made in the car with Tommy and his mother in earshot. When later asked why, Jane stated “I was trying to goad him. I was being a complete bitch. It was the thing I said whenever we fought: 'You don't love me anymore, you don't want to marry me'. I'm not making excuses for what ended up happening, I'm just trying to get across that there was no premeditation, no plan to kill him".

Over the next thirty-six hours, right up to the point when Tommy was murdered, the two were alone.

According to Jane, they returned home to Maltings Place. Collecting their post, she took a small knife to the bedroom to open the letters, and later - although exhausted from arguing – they made love.

Saturday 16th September 2000 - the next morning - was Tommy’s last day alive. As the couple had continue to argue throughout the day, Tommy went to his office nearby, as Jane had called in sick.

At 8.47am, he called his mother, during which he sounded harassed. Jane made an appointment for both of them to see Michael Cameron, a relationship counsellor, but Tommy later cancelled this.

At 11.35am, as they argued further, Tommy called the Police; stating "we are rowing and someone is going to get hurt", (officer) “is anyone hurt?”, (Tommy) “not yet, but if you don’t get here soon, someone is going to get hurt”. On the call, a woman can be heard screaming, and one minute later, Jane telephoned her ex-husband (Christopher) and told him “Tommy is attacking me”. Allegedly, a physically fight ensued and Tommy tried to throttle her... but neither of them sustained any injuries.

It’s around this time that both version of the story dramatically deviates.

At 12pm, moments after the call ended, according to Jane, he tied her to the bed with the cord of her dressing gown and anally-raped her, saying, "I'm really going to hurt you and nobody will believe you".

Only, it was at that moment that Tommy was seen in the street, making a call to his friend Richie Gore, in which he said they’d had an argument, she had driven-off and that she’d threatened to kill herself.

Police records prove that Tommy and Jane exchanged insults and accusations by mobile phone over the next few hours, with Tommy in or near Maltings Place, and Jane driving in her car in West London.

But with neither party looking to deescalate their bitter fight, Tommy suggested ways in which - if she was actually serious –Jane could kill herself, and – out of spite - at 1.54pm, Jane faxed the illicit emails to the employer of Tommy’s secret sexy pen-pal Deborah DiMiceli and later to his parents.

Across the next few hours, they both called their closest friends and family for support, explaining their versions of the events, but at no point did Jane accuse Tommy of violence, imprisonment or rape.

At 8pm, Jane returned home.

She would later state; "a part of me still wanted to go back. I couldn't believe what had happened in the morning. I remember watching him through the window. He was sitting in an armchair watching television. I was scared, and when he heard me, he leaped up. I thought he was going to be angry but instead he threw his arms around me and said 'welcome home'. It was all mind games".

Later that night – having been made to feel worthless - Jane reluctantly returned to the bedroom they shared, asking (Jane) "where do you want me to sleep?", (Tommy) "with me, of course", as again he tried to anally rape her, shouting "you know you like it, you know you do". All of which was true...

...but only if you believe Jane’s version.

A Police investigation would confirm that - when Jane returned home at 8pm - she packed a black bag with spare clothes, underwear and toiletries, and hid it in a cupboard. Earlier that day, she had already filled her car with fuel, and with a small kitchen knife (used to open the mail) still in the bedroom and Tommy’s prized cricket bat nearby, she placed an eight-inch carving knife under her side of the bed.

That night, Tommy had sat quietly watching the Sydney Olympics, and at 10pm, he went to bed. He was dressed in boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and – being so short-sighted that he could barely see just 20cm in front of his face – he placed his glasses on the bedside table and drifted off to sleep. He didn’t wake in the middle of the night, he didn’t punch her in the face, he didn’t rape her, he didn’t drag her across the bed by her hair, and he didn’t scream “I’m going to f**king kill you”, as he strangled her...

...as when Jane attacked him with the cricket bat, Tommy was lying face down on the bed, fast asleep.

Stunned but not unconscious, as Tommy slowly moved, Jane grabbed the eight-inch knife, later stating "I was holding the knife as he came towards me. I don't know, it just went into him ". Only, an autopsy would confirm that she hadn’t stabbed him in the front, but the back. And as the blade plunged deep into his rib-cage, through his left lung and nicked his heart - as his body filled with blood and he slowly drowned in a pool of his own fluids – she partially withdrew the blade and then twisted it, watching him in his last moments alive, as this terrified man struggled to remove the knife from his own body.

Jane claimed she disliked S&M and his “dirty little habits” ... but that is epitome of a sadist.

After that, she said she fled in panic. Only, she was calm enough to take a shower, to grab the bag she had hid, to get changed, to clean-up some of the blood, to call her ex-husband Christopher at 3:10am during which – again – she bemoaned how Tommy had refused to marry her (but said nothing about the murder or rape) and tied the cord of her bathrobe from the banister to the door handle - for fear of what this sexual monster would do if he ever caught her - even though, Tommy was dead. In Police interviews, Jane would state "I didn't go out of my way to hurt him, I was just protecting myself". (End)

Jane Andrews’ trial began at The Old Bailey on the 23rd April 2001. In this three-and-a-half-week trial, where as the prosecution set-out to prove without a shadow of doubt that this was a premeditated cold-blooded killing by a woman scorned, Jane stuck to her story about rape and pleaded self-defence.

A jury of ten women and two men deliberated for twelve hours and found her guilty of murder.

On 16th May 2001, she was sentenced to life in prison, but owing to changes in the law, this was reduced to eleven years before parole can be considered. In 2012, having served the remainder of her term at HMP Bullwood Hall in Essex – a Category C, not a Category A prison, the type reserved for violent offenders – her parole was rejected as she was judged a 'danger to the public', especially men.

That aside, on 19th June 2015, she was released on licence and sent to a probation hostel, with the hope of re-integrating her back into society. Three years later, she was arrested for breaching the terms of her licence having harassed a former lover. She was re-convicted, sent back to prison, but was re-released from prison on 8th August 2019 and is now living somewhere in the East of England.

Jane Andrews; the former dresser to the Duchess of York, who dreamed of a great life, an amazing career, hobnobbing with the elite and settling down with a wealthy husband - a far cry from her upbringing – was last known to be stacking shelves for £8.50 an hour in a Morrison’s Supermarket...

...a job she could easily have got back home in Grimsby.

OUTRO: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for listening to Murder Mile.

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Murder Mile was researched, written and performed by myself, with the main musical themes written and performed by Erik Stein & Jon Boux of Cult With No Name.

Thank you for listening and sleep well.

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Murder Mile UK True-Crime Podcast - #148: The Abuse of Jane Andrews - Part 1 (Jane's Story)

20/10/2021

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The Maltings, the former home of Tommy Cressman and Jane Andrews

Welcome to the Murder Mile UK True-Crime Podcast and audio guided walk of London's most infamous and often forgotten murder cases, all set within and beyond the West End.

A weekly true-crime podcast - EVERY THURSDAY
300+ infamous, untold or often forgotten true murders
Based on Soho's FIVE STAR rated Murder Mile Walks
Researched from original and first-hand sources
Authentic sounds recorded from the location itself

To accompany your audio guided walk, what follows is a series of photos, videos and maps, so that no matter where you are listening to this podcast, you'll feel like you're actually there.

EPISODE ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHT:
On Sunday 17th September 2000, after a romantic break in the French Riviera, Tommy Cressman and Jane Andrews retired to bed. Their relationship was a tempestuous one, tensions were high and by the morning, Tommy would be dead. But did Jane kill him in an act of self-defence, or was this a cold-blood and brutal murder?

Date: Sunday 17th September 2000, at roughly 3am (time of death)
Location: 74 The Maltings, Fulham, SW6
Victims: 1 (Thomas Ashley Cressman)
Culprits: Jane Dawn Elizabeth Andrews

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Man in a Bag by Cult With No Name (Intro and interstitials)
Winsome Lose Some by Cult With No Name (credits)
Piano Piece 2 (unreleased) by Cult With No Name
A New Beginning by Esther Ambrami
Because For Everything There Is Something by Patches
True by NCTRNM
Crystalline by Amulets
Anxious by Sextile
Waiting by Peter Rudenko

UNEDITED TRANSCRIPT OF THE EPISODE:

Welcome to Murder Mile. This is Maltings Place in Fulham, SW6, a series of four-storey brown-brick terraces in a curved block surrounded by industrial estates, council flats and looming cranes. Protected by roving cameras, high walls and heavy electronic gates, the security may seem like overkill, given that the houses are bog-standard and cars outside are nothing but crappy Beamers and Audis. This is far from an exclusive bolt-hole for the rich and famous, but for some, maybe this protection was vital?

74 Maltings Place Is an unremarkable building, in fact it looks like the kind of new-build you would find in any new-town; it’s tall and thin, with three-bedrooms and a car-port below. Back at the millennium’s turn, this house was owned by Tommy Cressman, an independent businessman, heir to the Bristol Street Motors fortune, and his girlfriend Jane Andrews, the former dresser to the Duchess of York.

On Sunday 17th September 2000, after a romantic break in the French Riviera, the couple retired to bed. Their relationship was a tempestuous one, tensions were high and by the morning, Tommy would be dead. But did Jane kill him in an act of self-defence, or was this a cold-blooded and brutal murder?

My name is Michael, I am your tour-guide and this is Murder Mile.

Episode 148: The Abuse of Jane Andrews – Part One. (Interstitial)

There are two sides to every story and this is Jane’s...

Jane Dawn Elizabeth Andrews was born on 1st April 1967 in Cleethorpes, Lincolnshire, a sea-side town in the north-east of England, with stunning scenery and a delightfully picturesque beach. As the youngest of three with two older brothers, for a working-class girl this was a good place to grow up. But with her father struggling to stay in full-time employment, the family fought to survive on the mother’s meagre income as a teaching assistant, therefore poverty was only ever a short step away.

In 1976, when Jane was eight, their financial situation forced the Andrews to move two-and-a-half miles west to Grimsby; a depressing port town on the Humber estuary, which once was home to the world’s largest fishing fleet, but was now just a gloomy rust-ridden ghost of a former industrial great.

Their home was a small townhouse with no bathroom and a toilet outside. Jane would later recall: "from an early age I was aware that things were not right. My parents were always arguing. But they were very proud. I remember one day we didn't have enough to buy a loaf of bread and mum had us looking down the sides of the settee for money to scrape together. I was brought up to keep it in the family. We didn’t let our relatives think that we're anything other than comfortably off".

The Andrews were a proud family, but any upheaval can be traumatic for young child – new school, new friends, new life – and this lack of stability in her early years greatly affected her mental health.

Close friends would later regard Jane as “bright, vivacious, a force of nature”, "she was so good to know", "you can't imagine how great it was to be with her. But she never believed that she was loved... on the outside she was bright and sunny, but on the inside, she was a fragile mess of insecurities”.

Educated at Hereford Secondary School, Jane excelled, as she had drive and intelligence. She may only have been a thin wisp of a girl with pale skin and red hair - like a little lost matchstick - but bubbling underneath was a fiery determination to achieve. As a far cry from her upbringing, Jane dreamed of a great life, an amazing career, hobnobbing with the elite and settling down with a wealthy husband.

She had the brains and guts to succeed, but she was guided by one overriding need – to be loved.

It was during those difficult teenage years that Jane was gripped with bouts of depression, anxiety and an eating disorder. In later years, many of her psychological issues would be attributed to the sexual abuse she said she suffered as a child, at the hands of one of her brothers. At one point, a lock had to be fitted to her bedroom door, as having chased his terrified little sister with a knife, he had hushed that the sex was “our little secret” and that “bad girls who tell go to prison”. And although, what happened in their family stayed in their family, her mother would dispute this ever happened.

Desperate to feel loved, but gripped with a persistent fear of rejection, as a young teen Jane used sex to get whatever she wanted or needed. She would state “I would sleep with someone, possibly on the first date, because I was frightened if I didn't, they would go. I allowed men to do anything they wanted to me". Many acts of which left this vulnerable and insecure girl feeling degraded and worthless.

Aged 15, driven by self-loathing and self-destruction, Jane swallowed every pill she could find in the bathroom cabinet in an attempt to kill herself. She was found unconscious and collapsed on her bed, "but they didn't call for help or take me to the hospital”, Jane said, “again, it was kept in the family”. Just like her abortion, aged 17, which Jane described as “the most traumatising experience of my life”.

Her world was in total chaos, but she had one thing which kept her straight and true – her dreams.
With barely three o-levels, Jane enrolled in the Grimsby College of Art studying fashion and later began designing children's clothes for the retail brand Marks & Spencer. Her life was heading in a brighter direction, but she knew that this path wouldn’t give her the exclusive life that she so badly craved.

In February 1988, 21-year-old Jane replied to an advert’ in The Lady, one of Britain’s longest running women’s magazines, in which an unnamed client with two young children sought a ‘personal dresser’.

In July, she was interviewed by the client, who was none-other than Sarah Ferguson; the Duchess of York, mother to Beatrice and Eugenie, and the wife of Prince Andrew (the fourth in line to the throne); who had homes on Eaton Square in Belgravia, Drummer in Hampshire, Sunninghill Park and the Royal Lodge in Windsor, as well as holiday retreats in the exclusive ski-resort of Verbier in Switzerland, and – of course, the most exclusive homes in our whole country – Windsor Castle and Buckingham Palace.

As a skinny, pale and frail working-class girl from the rusty wilds of Grimsby - who had battled poverty, sexual abuse, suicide and self-doubt - finally Jane’s dreams had been exceeded. It took guts to run, but she knew she had to. “I was running away from all the horrible things in my past. I arrived at King's Cross with a suitcase and £10 in my pocket. I got in a taxi and said 'side door of Buckingham Palace' and the driver made a joke. One of the housemaids met me and took me up to my room, and there was a little posy of flowers from Fergie and a card that read 'welcome to the team, the Boss'".

Jane Andrews had arrived.

This was her dream job with a dream boss, and - as two feisty red-heads - Fergie & Jane struck up an instant rapport. The role didn’t pay well, as she only earned £18000 a year as her dresser, accounts manager and companion, but it gave Jane access to a lifestyle she could never have reached any other way. "Suddenly I was at Balmoral mixing with the royals, having long chats with Princess Diana".

To blend in, Jane hid her northern accent. Besotted with her royal employer, Jane mimicked Fergie’s look, even to the point where she was given the nickname of ‘Lady Jane’, as people often mistook the two as old friends rather than a royal and her servant. And as an unashamed social-climber, Jane put noses out-of-joint by claiming to be Fergie’s Lady-in-Waiting, rather than just her humble dresser.

But once Jane was inside this very exclusive circle, she would do anything to remain within.

In April 1989, Jane met Christopher Dunn-Butler, a divorced IBM executive. Seeing him less as a lover and more as a step-up the social ladder, demanding his commitment, in August 1990 they married. “I so wanted to be loved”, Jane said “even though I was self-sufficient, I craved someone to take care of me". But as their love-life floundered and their intimacy withered, "I had a few flings. I'm not proud of it". Using sex as a substitute for love, Jane engaged in a string of affairs, and in 1995, they divorced.

They remained on good terms, and whenever she needed a friend, it was Christopher who she called.

For Jane, this break-up was a personal failure. She was so desperate for love and so blind-sided by the unthinkable - that if all this collapsed, the only alternative was to return to Grimsby with her face rouged in shame and her tail tucked between her legs – that she didn’t see what a good man he was.

But a fear of failure and a need to flee from the horrors of a past can be a powerful motivator, and so – taking this badly - she sank into a deep depression and was prescribed with anti-depressants.

Without a man by her side and someone to love her, Jane felt like she was nothing.

In 1996, Jane fell in love with Dimitri Horne, the son of a Greek shipping magnate. Only it wasn’t love, it was need, a desperation to not let yet another wealthy husband-to-be slip through her fingers, and this consumed her every thought. Her friends said “when things were going fine, she was lovely – prim and proper, like an English rose. But as soon as things didn’t go well, she would go absolutely crazy”.

When Dmitri ended the relationship, "I was so angry”, Jane would state “on the mantelpiece was a cup and saucer that I knew was very special to him and I smashed it. I went through his journal with a marker pen and blanked out all the references to myself. I picked up his telephone and smashed that too. I'm ashamed of what I did. I've never done that to anyone else's possessions". But with the pain of rejection being too much to bear - when her hopes of a happy life slipped away - she lashed out.

Once again, just as she had in her teenage years, Jane took an overdose and tried to end her life...

...a suicide attempt which was kept secret from the Duchess for fear of risking her dream job.

But Jane couldn’t focus if she didn’t feel loved. Several failed relationships followed; one with Fergie’s biographer Allan Starkie, who she harangued with jealous notes under his locked bedroom door and one with an unnamed man who she (allegedly) rang from an abortion clinic threatening to kill his baby if he didn’t take her back. She slept with journalists, palace courtiers and royal protection officers. Jane could be lovely and charming, but as a fragile woman, she could be deceitful and manipulative.

But love wasn’t her only desire.

In December 1995, two years earlier, Jane had attracted public notoriety when she mistakenly checked in an unlocked suitcase belonging to the Duchess of York into the baggage hold of a BA jet at Kennedy airport. Quarter of a million pounds worth of the Duchess's jewellery vanished, including a diamond-encrusted necklace and a matching bracelet gifted to Fergie as wedding presents from the Queen.

Several sources have alleged that Jane stole these expensive items and that “it became clear that for every pound she had spent on Fergie, she had spent £2 on herself”, hence on her rather modest wage she was able afford a new flat overlooking Battersea Park. But these allegations were never proven.

And then, in November 1997, Jane suffered her ultimate failure...

...as with Fergie divorced and no longer a royal, needing to make cutbacks, Jane was made redundant.

After nine years of loyal service, her exclusive life among the elite was over. Feeling worthless, she sank deeper into depression, she struggled to pay her mortgage, and forced to find a regular job – although she briefly worked at Theo Fennel, an exclusive high-end jeweller on the wealthy Fulham Road - she was little more than a sales assistant, a job she could easily have got back home in Grimsby.

Jane was back to square one....

...she was a no-one with nothing...

...and then, she met Tommy Cressman.

In August 1998, at Min’s Restaurant in Knightsbridge, a mutual friend introduced the two. Jane was instantly smitten as Tommy was fun loving, charming and gregarious. Seven years her senior, he had trained as a stockbroker but now ran his own business. He mixed in elite circles, he hobnobbed with the stars, he was the son of a multi-millionaire and he holidayed in a private villa on the French Riviera.

And best of all, he was single. That night, they drank, they ate and – getting on well – they left together.

What Jane wanted was a husband, but what Tommy didn’t want was a wife. Some said he was a little bit immature for his 37 years, he was an eternal boy and – worse still – a confirmed bachelor, who loved fast cars, speed-boats and cartoons. A friend of Jane’s later stated: “he was quite spoiled, a wilful chap who always had a laugh in his throat but was very much a little boy, who could be manipulative".

On the surface, they looked well-suited... but underneath they were not.

That same friend later stated "she was very sweet, quite shy. Jane reminded me of a delicate bird. You wanted to pick her up carefully so as not to damage her wings. But she could put on a good show - happy-go-lucky, confident, relaxed - and of course she wasn't any of those things". And although they were badly mismatched, Jane saw this man as her one chance to return to the life that she loved.

Only her happiness would only ever be fleeting.

To many, it may be unsurprising that a spoiled little man-baby with an obsession for World War Two regalia who collected Nazi uniforms, SS weaponry and whose most prized possession was an oak lump reputed to have been part of Adolf Hitler’s desk had a dark side. But he did. In court, Jane depicted Tommy as “a sexual monster, who was jealous, possessive and abusive with a violent temper”.

By the winter, the rot in the relationship had set in. He would claim “it was an accident” which had occurred while the couple were dancing, as now Jane was sporting several bruises and a broken wrist.

Jane would state: "I so wanted this relationship to work. I never knew when his moods were going to change. He could be so incredibly nice and then with absolutely no reason whatsoever he would hit me with this wooden brush. He always made me feel it was my fault. He would say I was weak".

But so desperate was Jane’s need for love, that when he asked here to move in, she said ‘yes’.

In November 1998, after just three months together, Jane moved into Tommy’s home at 74 Maltings Place, a bachelor pad purchased by his parent’s deep pockets for their little boy just one year before.

At first, he seemed like “a charming romantic”, Jane would state; he sent her roses, he left her love letters, he paid-off her debts and he always picked her up after work, but – for her – these generous gestures had a more sinister motive, “to ensure that I was never alone with anyone else but him”.

And yet, still fixated on her one overriding goal, she was determined to marry him... at all costs.

Over the next two years, the relationship began to stagnate. Jane hadn’t been her usual self since the Duchess had made her redundant, and flitting between jobs – just as her father had during the difficult childhood she had so desperately tried to flee – now she had become entirely reliant on Tommy.

Over time, Jane would often state that their relationship became increasingly volatile, characterised by physical violence, domination and his escalating sexual demands – acts that she found abhorrent.

She said the first she became aware of his sexual preferences was when she found a pair of lady’s thigh-length boots and bondage straps among his possessions. She tried to end the relationship, but he begged her to stay, and when he realised that she had given them to a charity shop, he hit her.

In his bedside cabinet, she found two fetish magazines – Desire and Stiletto Heel – dedicated to S&M, for sexual sadists who get their thrills by inflicting pain, humiliation and domination on a subordinate. And when Jane – his fragile little bird, trapped in a cage – couldn’t fulfil his immediate needs, from the back pages (it is said) he would call the private numbers of sex-workers for “instant sexual relief”.

It is said that Tommy took her to the London Erotica Show, an expo for the sexually adventurous which was described by a journalist as being “about as erotic as a paperclip convention”, but it was here that rubber garments were purchased for Jane to wear during sex - the kind worn by a sexual submissive.

In one role-play session, with Tommy dressed-up like an old school-master in a mortarboard and cloak, he had Jane dress as a schoolgirl, in a short-pleated skirt and one of his old school ties. And what began as an innocent adventure into kinky foreplay, she said, often descended into violence and rape.

"He was shouting at me in this stupid German voice. He was wielding this knife. What he meant to do was spread my legs by touching them with this knife, but I struggled and he caught the back of my right leg and cut me. It wasn't deep but it was sore. I was so frightened that I spread my legs”.

For sexual sadists, humiliation and domination is part of the thrill, but Tommy also had a preference for anal sex – something Jane found abhorrent. “He buggered me. I didn't resist because if I did it hurt like hell. Nine times out of ten he used to come inside me, which really disturbed me, or he would ejaculate over me and rub it all over me, even my hair. On one occasion, I was having problems and I couldn't go to the loo. He'd had anal sex with me and when he came out, he'd got excrement on his penis. He grabbed hold of my hair and screamed at me and yanked me down and made me lick it off".

She never told anyone about the abuse, and she never called the Police. As a family friend once said "she spent ten years with the royal family, she was intensely loyal, but trusted no-one". And just like when she was abused as a little girl back in Grimsby, what happened in the family, stayed in the family.

In the months leading up to Tommy’s death, their arguments grew more volatile. In December 1999, Jane ended up at Charing Cross Hospital, later stating that Tommy had thrown her down the stairs. And in June 2000, after an argument in which he (allegedly) accused her of flirting with another man “I got hit from behind and I went flying. He started kicking me round the kitchen. I was covered in cuts and bruises. I had to go into work the next day. I said to Tom: 'What am I going to tell them?' and he laughed and said 'Tell them you fell off your bike, you stupid cow'. Why didn't I say anything to anybody? For the simple reason I didn't think I'd be believed. I was ashamed. I felt a failure. People at work would laugh and say 'Tommy picks Jane up from work every night, isn't it sweet?' No, it wasn't”.

That month, once again, she attempted suicide.

But – as Jane would state in a court of law – sex and violence weren’t Tommy’s only weapon. He knew her strengths, he knew her weaknesses and he knew exactly which buttons to push and when.

For Jane, marriage was everything. "It was such a complex relationship that we had. I was the ultimate in insecurity. He was the ultimate in commitment-phobia. I would threaten to leave. He would tell me to leave. Then he would reel me back in. He knew which carrots to dangle and which strings to pull".

In the summer of 2000, Jane & Tommy went house-hunting in the Cotswolds. The arguments had lessened, the relationship was better, and she believed that a marriage proposal was on the horizon.

From 1st to 15th September 2000, Jane & Tommy holidayed in the French and Italian rivieras, cruising to a boat-show in his mahogany Riva, a stylish elegant speedboat, and staying at his mother’s opulent villa, drinking fine wines and relaxing to stunning sunsets which glistened over a clear-blue sea. Once again, Jane was back in the lifestyle she craved so much, forgetting her past, as this was her future.

Only Tommy had absolutely no intention of marrying Jane... ever.

Heard bitterly quarrelling at Nice Airport and sat in stony silence for the flight back, having returned to Maltings Place, Jane later said “Tommy wanted me out", a fight ensued and he tried to throttle her.

Their fight escalated through the next day, becoming so venomous that at 11.35am, Tommy called the Police, informing the operator "we are rowing and someone is going to get hurt". Upstairs, Jane could be heard screaming, and although he was asked “is anyone injured?” replying – almost prophetically - “not yet, but if you don’t get here soon, someone is going to get hurt”, as this was a domestic and no crime was committed, they were asked to resolved it themselves. At the same time, Jane called her ex-husband Christopher to tell him “Tommy is attacking me”, but no-one came to her aid. (End)

At 12pm, moments after the call ended, according to Jane, he tied her to the bed with the cord of her dressing gown and anally-raped her, saying, "I'm really going to hurt you and nobody will believe you". She never mentioned it to the police or friends “as I was so ashamed, I just couldn't talk about it", but fearing for her life – being trapped with a sexual sadist - she placed a cricket bat and knife by the bed.

Violated, bleeding and confused - having been made to feel worthless - later that night, Jane returned to their bedroom and asked "where do you want me to sleep?", at which he replied "with me, of course", as again he tried to penetrate her anus, shouting "you know you like it, you know you do".

And although she would ultimately find some peace in her sleep, the violence didn’t stop. During the night, she awoke to find him punching her hard in the face, screaming “I’m going to f**king kill you”.

Panicked, she grabbed the cricket bat and swung, hitting him across the head, but only stunned him. And as this wild-eyed sadist loomed over the petrified lady, yanking her back to the bed by her hair, "I was holding the knife as he came towards me. I don't know, it just went into him. It must have done".

Petrified beyond belief, Jane fled, and tied the door handle to the banister using her bathrobe’s cord, so that the monster inside – who had repeatedly beaten and rape her – could never hurt her again.

Moments later, Jane got into her car and drove fast, fearing what he would do if he ever caught her. But he never would, as - in order to protect herself from danger - she had killed him. Tommy was dead.

In court, Jane would plead self-defence. It was clear to anyone that she was an abused woman who had defended herself from a violent and dangerous partner, who had tried to murder her. Everything you have heard in this episode – so far - is entirely true... but only if you believe Jane’s version.

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