An ex-member of the intelligence services asked me to call this morning, which I did. I have communicated with this person previously.
This time she stated that she had more information about the killing of Jill Dando. Two people she knew, brothers, were drinking in a notorious bar in Belgrade, called the Portobello, where government intelligence services and criminal gangs mingle with each other. A TV report came on the screen, announcing the murder of Jill Dando in London, and everyone started cheering the man who had killed her, who was there in the bar at the time.
The two brothers happened to be in the bar that night, as they were co-pilots of a flight which had taken British intelligence operatives out to Belgrade, who invited them to join them at the bar. They saw what happened and clearly realised what it meant.
On returning to the UK, they saw the media in the UK demanding that anyone who knew anything about Jill Dando’s murder should contact special numbers which they did. They imagined that meant what it said and did so.
In fact the attempt was the opposite of the declared objective. Prime Minister Blair had issued a D Notice, to ensure nothing of the Serbian hit, carried out in revenge for his bombing the Belgrade TV Station three days earlier, could be reported. The numbers were given out to find out who might know the truth and silence them.
The brothers were then framed and put in jail. They were accused of shipping £20 million of cocaine into a small airport, where they were asked to fly, were seized, arrested and slung in jail for ten years. They are out now, but are having great difficulty rebulding their lives. Their work requires foreign travel and they always find the permits very hard to obtain given their ‘criminal’ record. If they say a word, they’ve been told they’ll be slung back in jail.
Barry George also rotted inside prison for ten years, falsely accused of the crime of killing Jill Dando.
Meanwhile Butcher Blair, the one who does actually kill people, and makes big bucks tax free from his OWG paymasters, walks free, protected by a string of D Notices, which stops the public finding out things which would destroy what’s left of his reputation at a stroke, if the public knew.