Murder Mile True-Crime Podcast #24 - Canal Killers - John Sweeney Part Two (Melissa Halstead & Paula Fields) - TRANSCRIPT
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Episode Twenty-Four: PART 2 OF 2: On 19th February 2001, ten dismembered body-parts of an unidentified woman were found submerged in the Regent's Canal, in a sickening attacked which matched that of a headless torso found in a Rotterdam Canal a decade earlier. But who were they? And what connected them?
Full Transcript - Episode #24 - Canal Killers - John Sweeney Part Two (Melissa Halstead & Paula Fields) TRANSCRIPT
INTRO: Thank you for downloading episode twenty four of the Murder Mile true-crime podcast.
If you’re new to Murder Mile, please note that this episode is the concluding part of a two-part special into canal-killer John Patrick Sweeney, so I would strongly advise you download any other episode. For regular listeners, thank you for listening, for sharing, for reviewing, for spotting the secret thing (that only a select few have found, one of whom did so whilst picking up dog-poo) and to those who’ve signed up to the exclusive content on the Murder Mile Patreon account, I thank you.Don’t forget to stay tuned to the end of this episode to hear more about Murder Mile’s recommended podcast of the week, this time it’s the murderously good Wining about Crime.Thank you for listening and enjoy the episode.
SCRIPT: Welcome to Murder Mile; a true-crime podcast and audio guided walk featuring many of London’s untold, unsolved and long-forgotten murders, all set within one of three square miles. Ooh.Today’s episode is the conclusion to the story of John Sweeney; an abusive, violent and dangerously disturbed man whose drug-fuelled paranoia and insane jealousy of his girlfriends, led to a bloody trail of body-parts across Europe, the full-extent of his brutality remains a mystery even today.Murder Mile contains graphic details of abuse, torture and death which may offend, as well as realistic sounds, so that no matter where you listen to this podcast, you’ll feel like you’re actually there.My name is Michael, I am your tour-guide and this is Murder Mile.Episode 24: Canal Killers – John Sweeney Part 2 (Paula Fields & Melissa Halstead)
Today I’m not within one square mile of Soho, Paddington, King’s Cross, or even the Regent’s Canal; I’m 256 miles away in Holland’s beautiful capital city of Amsterdam; a coastal city crammed full of architectural marvels from the medieval times to the modern age; cross-crossed by laid-back cycle-ways, stunning bridges, and interconnected by an intricate canal system… which isn’t full of moany stoners in hi-viz vests, who’ve draped their leaky plastic cruiser in a huge blue tarpaulin, as if looking like an Ikea bag is the height of chic. (out of shot) “Ah get shagged!”
Unlike stuffy old London, Amsterdam is so liberal; not only is it chock-full of history and high-art, but it also has three museums dedicated to prostitution, procreation and penises, and also (I’m guessing) a kid’s cannabis crèche, a dildo recycling service, six streets named after syphilitic sailors, a free orgasm vending-machine; a shop which sell willy-warmers woven from old pubes, and an publically funded institute promoting the complete history of the anus.
And as I sit outside of a snowy café; chomping on pancakes, supping on wheat-beers and toking on an entirely legal spliff; although I’m nowhere near Battlebridge Basin - where on 19th February 2001, ten dismembered body parts of John Sweeney’s ex-girlfriend were found submerged in the Regent’s Canal - this is where the last episode ended and where this new episode begins.
On Monday 27th March 1989, having served just half of a twelve month sentence for violently attacking his girlfriend with a half-kilo foot-long claw-hammer on the stairwell of her Austrian flat - an horrific attack which left her riddled with pain, plagued by flashbacks and crippled with anxiety – 34 year old John Patrick Sweeney walked free from JustIzastalt-Wien-erdberg prison in Vienna.
Having spent two weeks in hospital, his terrified victim – Melissa Halstead; whose bruises had heeled but whose skull was still fractured and required a daily dose of pain-killers to dull her constant headaches – was safe from his anger, jealously and violence. And to protect her from any further danger, the judge had also issued Sweeney with a 10 year deportation order, which not only ensured he stayed away from Melissa, but also banned him from returning to Austria for the next decade.
And as Sweeney breathed in that fresh Austrian air, the cool mountain wind tickling his bright red beard, a stunningly beautiful blonde lady kissed him on the lips. Quite what she saw in him, nobody knows? But this bright, bubbly, American ex-fashion model who had believed his cries and his lies that he was a changed man, and had personally pleaded the judge for her boyfriend’s early release, Melissa Halstead picked Sweeney up from prison, her car packed with their bags, and (outside of the protection of the deportation order) they headed off to Holland, ready to begin a new life together.
But those six months of incarceration and solitude had done nothing to cure him of his addiction to drink, his hunger for drugs, his jealous streak, his paranoia and his obsession with torture and violence.
Sweeney was a sick man. And as much as Melissa believed that he loved her, really he was controlling her. As much as she insisted that he was protecting her, really he was assaulting her. And as laidback as their new home-city was; with its late-night bars, legalised drugs and liberal attitudes to sex, Amsterdam was the worst place for a jealous, paranoid, sex-obsessed alcoholic and heavy cannabis user, who also dabbled in LSD and was hopelessly addicted to heroin.
Although he did a few odd-jobs as a carpenter, most of which funded his habit, Melissa’s career as a photographer and make-up artist paid for the rent, the food, everything. And as the months went on, so did the beatings, all of which Melissa covered over with weak excuses and heavy mascara.
As a minor blessing, Melissa’s occupation was perfectly suited to her free-spirited nature, which gave her ample opportunity to see the world and meet new people, in an unpredictable and unscheduled routine which meant she would often be away and out-of-contact for days, weeks and even months. But the longer she was gone; the more Sweeney drank, the blacker his moods got, and the more his jealousy festered.
During the last week of April 1990 - with Europe still in a state of celebration, five months after the fall of the Berlin Wall and the end of the Cold War – Melissa Halstead returned home to Kromme Waal in the centre of Amsterdam, and the basement flat she shared with violent and controlling boyfriend; her plan (once again) to try and leave Sweeney forever.
On Thursday 3rd May 1990, 50 miles from Amsterdam, in the Dutch coastal city of Rotterdam, a green army surplus kit-bag was found partially submerged and floating down the Westersingel canal. Seeing the thirty inch canvas bag bobbing up-and-down, two keen-eyed Police constables assumed it was either stolen luggage or dumped rubbish, but as both men huffed and heaved the heavy hessian sack onto the stony towpath, as gallons of canal water drained out, still the bag was a dead-weight.
In an unnervingly similar incident to one which would take place at Battlebridge Basin on the Regent’s Canal, almost a decade later, as the Police unzipped the bag, they witnessed what would become the grisly calling-card of a maniac.
Inside, the naked torso of a mid-thirties female had been hacked-up, folded in half and forced into the tight duffle-bag; across her ankles and neck were rough jagged tears where (using what carpenter’s refer to as a Rip Carcass Saw), he had sawn through the tibia and fibula of both lower legs and the cervical curve of her neck, severing her spine and decapitating her hands and head. And although her body had been bound with a tough braided sisal rope (the kind used on building sites), having been submerged in water for a little over a week, with decomposition in an advanced state, already her pale discoloured skin had slipped free of its binds.
The Police were at a loss as who this woman was, as whoever had murdered her, had made a conscious effort to destroy any evidence of who she was. And with no clothes, no bag, no ID, no hands, no head, and almost all of the DNA evidence having washed away into the canal, all Police had was a torso with no name, no face, no eyes, no teeth, no birth-marks, no operation scars and no fingerprints. And having no head, Police couldn’t even identify her by that tell-tale skull fracture, having recently been attacked by her boyfriend using a carpenter’s claw-hammer. With no missing person’s report fitting her limited description, and her hands and head having never been found, Melissa Halstead was marked as a Jane Doe and buried in an unmarked grave in a Rotterdam cemetery.
Exactly how and where Melissa died, we shall never know, as being so hard-working and free-spirited, her family in Ohio only realised she was missing when on 2nd November 1990 she failed to call her mother to wish her a happy birthday, and hired a local lawyer to investigate her disappearance. But by then, it was too late; her basement flat was totally empty, meticulously clean and its former occupants were gone. Melissa had vanished, Sweeney had returned to England and (once again) he went looking for love, and her name was Delia Balmer. (INTERSTITIAL)
Having met Sweeney in a kooky Camden pub in early 1991, although Delia was instantly smitten with this cheeky-faced Liverpudlian who was artistic, well-travelled and lived an almost idyllic bohemian lifestyle, together they truly seemed like an odd-couple; as she was a petite timid blonde who worked as a nurse saving lives but had an irrational fear of all electronic devices, and he was a tall red bearded psychopath with one murder and one attempted murder in his past, and one murder still to come.
Being honest, sweet and trusting, it wasn’t long before Delia let Sweeney move into her home; a ground-floor flat in Leighton Grove (Camden), which was situated just one mile from Regent’s Canal, and barely one and a half miles from Battlebridge Basin where the body-parts would later be found.
And as bizarre as their flat was; with Delia having covered every phone, radio and television in cushions for fear that they caused cancer, the epitome of disturbing was how Sweeney decorated the flat; not only with beer cans, spent spliffs and crack-pipes, but also a pet tarantula, a large stash of horror magazines and a wall packed full of morbid self-drawn art-work depicting axes, blood, torture, body-parts and headless female corpses.
As with Melissa and Anne, it wasn’t long before her life was being dominated by his paranoid deluded jealousy, as Sweeney controlled every aspect of Delia’s life, whether she was there or not, and what started with a never-ending succession of emotional blackmail, mental abuse and physical assaults over a four year period, soon descended into an incident of unimaginable horror.
In November 1994, with Delia having attempted to leave her psychopathic partner after a series of violent beatings which left her bruised, bloodied and fearing for her life - as punishment - Sweeney tied the tiny helpless woman to the frame of her bed, using the same kind of tough braided sisal rope he had bound Melissa’s lifeless body with, and in a sickening ordeal which lasted 48 hours, Delia was repeatedly raped, strangled, beaten and tortured, as Sweeney held a gun to her head, threatening to cut out her tongue with a kitchen knife if she screamed.
Delia later stated, “I could see the dark, empty, evil look coming into his eyes and his hands started to shake”. And with the cold steel of the handgun pressed firmly against her head, Sweeney pulled the trigger till the hammer went click, his empty threat made all-the-more real as he loaded the gun before her eyes and boasted about how the last ex-girlfriend who tried to leave him was found floating in a Rotterdam canal, her head and hands hacked-off using the Rip Carcass saw he kept in his bag.
But just like his ex-wife Anne Bramley, he didn’t kill Delia Balmer; he couldn’t, he wouldn’t and no-one knows why except Sweeney. Instead, having left her bruised, bloodied, terrified and tied to the bed, Sweeney fled to Germany. But with the Police now aware of his details, description and aliases, he was arrested a few days later, deported back to the UK and held on remand at Pentonville Prison. A Category B prison on the Caledonian Road, just a ten minute walk from Battlebridge Basin.
Traumatised by her horrific ordeal, Delia confided her fears to a friend. And in an odd premonition of what was to come, she said “He will do something. He will cut me to bits. Just like he had Melissa”.
On Thursday 22nd December 1994, three days before Christmas, John Patrick Sweeney was released on bail from Pentonville Prison, just one mile from Delia’s home in Leighton Grove, and “The moment I discovered he was out, I was on edge. I knew he would be coming for me”.
A few hours later, with the winter sun having set, a cold wind blowing and the first few flakes of snow settling, having finished her shift as a nurse, Delia cautiously cycled into Leighton Grove; lined on both sides with three-storey townhouses, the dark-lit street was empty, only illuminated by the flicker of TV sets, the twinkle of Christmas lights and the dull orange glow of a handful of street-lights.
Swinging open the iron-gate, Delia pushed her bicycle along the cold stone path, up to the concrete step at the foot of the front door to her ground-floor flat; everything was quiet, calm and safe. Or so it seemed. As Delia nervously fumbled her keys into the lock, from the shadows, Sweeney pounced.
With his arms flailing, his eyes wild and his teeth gritted; Sweeney began slashing and hacking at the tiny helpless woman, her trembling hands held defensively up to her screaming face, as gripped in both fists he held a kitchen knife and a two kilo axe. Delia later recalled “I saw my finger fly through the air, and I thought: ‘That’s it. I don’t want to live anymore”.
In a sustained, sickening and frenzied attack, on the doorstep of her own home, Delia Balmer (the five foot three inch nurse, who was as timid as she was tiny) suffered multiple lacerations to her hands, arms, legs, face and chest; as well as two broken arms, deep stab wounds to her thighs and breast, an axe-wound to the head, a punctured lung, and the little finger of her left hand entirely severed. And lying in a puddle of her own blood, struggling to breathe as Sweeney stood over her, hacking away at the petrified woman, Delia could have died, but didn’t.
Hearing her screams, her neighbour Jiles Allen dashed out of his house and armed with a baseball bat, Jiles chased Delia’s attacker down the street, as the five-foot ten-inch frame of Sweeney vanished into the shadows, being the kind of coward who’s too scared to pick on someone his own size.
Believing she had breathed her last breath, Delia later said “I died that day” and thought that she had finally escaped her violent boyfriend forever, but when she awoke in the intensive care unit of the Royal Free Hospital (where she worked), Delia’s first thought was “Oh no, I am alive. Now what, hell?”
Although physically, emotionally and psychologically scarred, for the six years that Sweeney was on the run from the Police, friends would caution her to watch her back, knowing that the demented red-head had unfinished business and would come looking for her. But for Delia, she didn’t care, her life was over, she’d reply “it’s too late. I am not scared anymore because I am not me anymore”.
When interviewed by the Police, Delia told them everything; about the abuse, the torture, the rapes, about Sweeney and his confession that he’d murdered Melissa Halstead in Holland. And as the Police examined Sweeney’s belongings in Delia’s Leighton Grove flat, they saw not only his deeply disturbing collection of self-drawn art-work of footless, handless and headless women, drenched in a pool of blood, whose limbs had been hacked off, but also a green army surplus duffle-bag which contained a groundsheet, bin-bags, sisal ropes, gaffer tape, a claw-hammer and a rip carcass saw – a psychopath’s tool-kit to dispose of a human body and ensure that no-one would ever identify it.
By Christmas 1994, four and a half years after the grisly discovery of an unidentified woman’s torso which was found floating in Holland’s Westersingel canal, even though the family of Melissa Halstead had hired an investigator and reported her missing; no-one knew where she was, what had happened to her, or that the headless body buried in an unmarked grave in a Rotterdam cemetery was her.
And although, six years later, the ten dismembered body-parts found wrapped in six separate bags at Battlebridge Basin in the Regent’s Canal bore an uncanny similarity to the disposal of Melissa Halstead; the body in the canal was not Delia Balmer. That woman was still alive, for now, as she was yet to become a future ex-girlfriend of John Sweeney.
On the run and desperate to keep his head down, Sweeney bunked in the Kentish Town flat of his old friend, Kevin Pratt, during which he bragged about his horrific attack on Delia, he confessed that he’d killed Melissa Halstead, and lied that there was a £10,000 reward for his capture.
Needing to move on, he headed north to Northampton to pay an uninvited visit to his ex-wife Anne and his kids Michael and Tracey in their new home. Staying the night, Sweeney proceeded to drink and get stoned, as he told Anne that he had “done something really bad, which would make your hair stand on end”, but this time he confessed to the murder of Melissa Halstead and two others.
Hitching a lift to his home-city of Liverpool to visit his mum, Sweeney used this downtime to taunt the detectives who were desperately searching for him. And on Monday 2nd January 1995, just eleven days after the terrifying attack on Delia Balmer in which he left her for dead, Sweeney sent a letter to the Police at Scotland Yard; bragging about his crimes, boasting how they’d never catch him and (in a cruel play-on-words) describing his assault on Delia as “an AXEident”, spelling the first part of the word AXE.
Having run out of options, and being an easy-to-spot red-headed Liverpudlian carpenter, Sweeney fled the UK and headed into Europe where he’d spent the bulk of his life, learning to stay under the radar by living in hostels, working cash-in-hand jobs, and using an assumed name like Joe Johnson, Joe Carol and Michael Fawcett. And even though he needed to stay near drug-dealers to feed his habit of LSD, cannabis and heroin, in the circles he moved in, this wasn’t difficult. And so, for the next six years, John Patrick Sweeney disappeared.
What happened during these years; where he went, what he did, and who he saw? Nobody knows. But by the turn of the last Millennium, in early 2000, John Sweeney had returned to England and (once again) he went looking for love, and her name was Paula Fields. (INTERSTITIAL)
As the youngest of eleven children, born into a lower working-class family, in one of the most deprived areas of Liverpool, at the end of the 1970’s, life for Paula Fields and her siblings was tough. After the closure of the shipyards; mass unemployment and poverty followed as a badly underfunded council struggled to provide even the most basic of necessities such as heat, warmth, food and housing for thousands of struggling families, and yet her troubles had only begun.
Aged just nine years old, Paula’s mother died, leaving herself and her ten older siblings to be split-up, with some farmed off to different relatives and others were placed into care. And growing up in an era dominated by demolition, tension, closures and the Toxteth race-riots, with no education or qualifications, Paula was desperate to become a good mum, so after the birth of her three children, in 1998 Paula made the brave step and moved to London, to seek a better life for her boys. But life down south wasn’t any better, and it would only get worse.
As a single mum, who struggled to look after two of her three boys (both under five), she worked shifts in a local laundrette to scrape together enough money to fund a single-room in a local flea-pit hotel and half-way house called the Highbury Hotel, but within just two years; being broke, hungry and desperate, Paula had turned to prostitution, was hopelessly addicted to crack cocaine, and both of her boys had been taken into care.
So, by the autumn of 2000, as a homeless penniless sex-worker and drug-addict with a chaotic lifestyle, a criminal record and absolutely zero chance of ever getting her kids back, Paula truly was at her lowest ebb when – in the Kilburn flat of his brother Tony - she first met and fell in love with a bushy bearded, red-headed carpenter who went by the nickname of “Scouse Joe”.
And being instantly smitten with this cheeky-faced Liverpudlian who had a semi-regular income, easy access to drugs and a rented flat in Digby Crescent in Holloway, Paula moved into her new boyfriend’s flat; spending her days and nights off-her-face, surrounded by his pet tarantula, a bizarre collection of violent art, and his green canvas duffle-bag full of ropes, hammers and saws.
As with Anne, Melissa and Delia; it wasn’t long before her life was being dominated by his paranoid deluded jealousy, as Sweeney controlled every aspect of her life, and what started with a never-ending succession of emotional blackmail, mental abuse and physical assaults, soon descended into death.
At 9:30am, on Friday 15th December 2000, with the walls of the cramped one-bedroomed flat echoing to the regular sounds of shouting, swearing and domestic assaults, Paula Fields was last seen walking into Sweeney’s flat at Digby Road in Holloway; just two days after (it is believed) she had discovered his true identity, and two days before Sweeney moved out. Paula was never seen alive again.
On the morning of Monday 19th February 2001, during the half-term holidays, two schoolboys were fishing along the banks of Battlebridge Basin at the back of King’s Cross when their hook snagged on something partially submerged and reeled in a heavy black bin-bag, which reeked of rotting flesh.
Only this time, with Sweeney having cut up his victim into ten separate chunks, hacked through her wrists, elbows, knees, ankles and neck with the jagged tearing of his rip carcass saw, wrapped each piece in bin-bags and weighing them down with bricks, to stop her body-parts from bobbing on the surface of the canal as Melissa had, Sweeney meticulously cleaned the bath in his Digby Crescent flat, burned all Paula’s belongings and moved out.
And with no clothes, no bag, no ID, no hands, no feet, no head, and almost all of the DNA evidence having washed away over the two months they’d spent festering in the water, all the Police had was a torso with no name, no face, no eyes, no teeth, no birth-marks, no operation scars, no fingerprints and no missing person’s report matching her description. Just like Melissa, Paula would be just another unclaimed body buried in an unmarked grave, as once again, Sweeney had got away with murder.
Or he would have done, if he hadn’t made a big mistake… he left one victim alive.
Following recent sightings of John Sweeney in London, Police issued all constables with the description of a red-headed Liverpudlian carpenter, who lived under various aliases, and was wanted for the rape, imprisonment, assault and the attempted murder of an Australian nurse called Delia Balmer.
On Friday 23rd March 2001, a red-headed carpenter who went by the name of Joe Johnson was spotted working on a building site in Shoe Lane, Holborn. Knowing Sweeney’s history of violence and being wanted for firearms offenses, the Police took no chances, armed officers were called in and Sweeney was arrested. He had a seven-inch knife in his waistband and a loaded 9mm Luger pistol in his locker.
Searching his new flat at Charteris Road in Finsbury Park, Police found two loaded sawn-off shotguns, a makeshift machete, a homemade garrotte wire, a large stash of bullets, a baseball bat, an axe, bin-bags, cable-ties, a groundsheet, a green canvas duffle-bag full of ropes, hammers and saws, and over two hundred deeply disturbing self-drawn paintings and poems depicting the violent rape, torture, dismemberment and death of various women.
On one painting, Sweeney had written a poem which read “Poor old Melissa, chopped her up in bits, food to feed the fish, Amsterdam was the pits". Another was a drawing of a gravestone, which read “RIP Melissa Halstead, born 12th December 1956”. But many made reference to Delia and Anne; their bodies naked, their limbs bound and their heads hacked-off.
For the attempted murder of Delia Balmer, John Patrick Sweeney was sentenced to a ten year term behind bars at Gartree Prison in Leicestershire. And as much as Sweeney had bragged to the Police about the many murders he had committed over the last twenty years, including; a devoted mid-30’s church-goer called Sue who Sweeney pursued to Switzerland, a mid-40’s Brazilian called Irani who lived in North London, and a late 30’s Columbian called Maria, all of whom were his ex-girlfriends and have never been seen since, as well as supposedly two German men who he had caught having sex with Melissa, with very little evidence, Police couldn’t arrest him.
But then, another victim of John Sweeney would provide a vital clue, which would put Sweeney away forever, and she would do so, from beyond the grave.
On 12th June 2007, following advances in genetic technology and coinciding with a review of unsolved murder cases, Dutch Police uploaded the DNA profile of an unidentified female whose decapitated body had been found, eighteen years earlier, floating in a Rotterdam canal… and they got a match. In a joint task force between Scotland Yard and the Dutch authorities, Police not only identified the bodies of Melissa Halstead and Paula Fields, but were able to connect their method of deaths, disposals and identify their killer.
Of his known victims; Anne Bramley died of cancer in 2001 and Delia Balmer has since retired from nursing and released a book about her experiences entitled ‘Living with a Serial Killer’. And although the remains of Paula Field and Melissa Halstead were returned to their families (with Melissa’s ashes interned in her hometown of Dayton, Ohio), neither their hands, feet nor heads were ever found.
On Monday 4th April 2011, 54 year old John Patrick Sweeney was found guilty of the murders of Melissa Halstead, Paula Fields and the attempted murder of Delia Balmer, and was given a whole-life-sentence, meaning that he will never be released.
OUTRO: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for listening to Murder Mile.As mentioned before, if you are the victim of domestic abuse, or you have inflicted violence against a loved one, n ever be afraid to speak out, as professional help is only a phone-call away.
This week’s recommended podcast of the week is Wining about Crime, hosted by Bonnie, Wining About Crime dives into the lives, habits and the disturbing psychology of some truly baffling serial-killers, spree-killers and murderers, always asking the big question; who they are, where they come from, and why they kill. Check out the promo for Wining About Crime. (Play Promo)
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A quick thank you this week to the fabulous people who have left five-star reviews of Murder Mile and have been truly fabulous on social media, they include; Des O’Connor, Natalie Prince Sanders, Carylynn Flannery, Simon Lupton, Robomanjay997, Terri Revvis Swann, Angizoink (I agree, more podcasts should have the word “arse” in it), Neil Marjorum and Alvaro Scorza.
And of course a quick shout-out goes to two very different and equally excellent podcasts that I heartily recommend you check out; first is True-Crime Island, hosted by Cambo, who – like a hard-boiled Aussie news anchor – unearths the latest murder stories from around the world, so you don’t have to. Fuckalunga. And second is The Cleaning of John Doe; hosted by Vanessa, who each week takes you into the grisly, bloody and shocking world of her day=job as a crime-scene cleaner. Yes, you heard that correctly.
Murder Mile was researched, written & p erformed by myself, with the main musica l themes written and performed by Erik Stein & Jon Boux of Cult With No Name.Next week’s episode… is the first of a four part series on The Blackout Ripper.Thank you for listening and sleep well.
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Michael J Buchanan-Dunne is a writer, crime historian, podcaster and tour-guide who runs Murder Mile Walks, a guided tour of Soho’s most notorious murder cases, hailed as “one of the top ten curious, quirky, unusual and different things to do in London” and featuring 12 murderers, including 3 serial killers, across 15 locations, totaling 75 deaths, over just a one mile walk
Michael J Buchanan-Dunne is a crime writer, podcaster & tour guide of Murder Mile Walks, hailed as one of the best "quirky curious & unusual things to do in London".
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