The Murderer Who Waited Across the Road

Last Halloween a man was at a beer festival in St Andrew’s Hall, Norwich. St Andrew’s is a medieval hall, like a large church, right next to the Art School. We had our graduation ceremony there; when the BBC stage Question Time in Norwich that is where they hold it. The beer festival is a popular annual event. While at the festival, the man, who was in his mid-forties, learned, in a chance conversation, that his ex-girlfriend was seeing someone new. This news flipped the man out. He left the medieval hall and went to a local bar to find a telephone directory where he discovered the new boyfriend’s address. The new boyfriend was a sixty-five year-old man called Ken Snell. The ex-girlfriend was called Karen Brown and was thirty-nine.

Having found the address he needed the man, whose name is John Moody, went home to get a hammer and a knife. John Moody lived in a Victorian terraced house five hundred yards from here. He drove about six miles to the south-west side of Norwich, to a suburb where Ken Snell lived in a bungalow. Karen Brown was at the bungalow along with Mr Snell. Moody inflicted more than forty injuries to each of them. They died of these woundings and blows.

I don’t know exactly what he did next, but the case is currently being tried in court in Norwich and it transpires that soon afterwards he texted his current girlfriend and got her to pick him up in a car park of an insurance firm directly across the road from our house, before having her drive him first to her flat where she put his bloodstained clothes on for a wash ‘because she was doing a dark wash anyway,’ then to the beach at Caister. He didn’t say much to her apparently, only that he was in a situation that was very bad. After the visit to the beach (in the cold, and dark) they headed back to Norwich and checked in to a cheap hotel a few miles down the road from here where they drank a couple of bottles of wine before police arrested Moody later in the middle of that same night.

I pass the new girlfriend’s flat and the cheap hotel everyday and now I look at them differently. Each time I look at the car park I think of John Moody waiting to be picked up. Was he pacing or leaning against the building, was he sitting on a post with his chin in his hands, was he lying on the grass verge beside the pavement, looking at the stars? Did he feel better now?

Moody’s girlfriend picked him up a little after nine o’clock; I don’t know why he arranged this rendezvous point, it would only have taken him five more minutes to walk to her place and he had already walked from wherever he’d abandoned his car to get to this car park.

On Halloween last year Stoke City drew 2-2 at home to Wolverhampton Wanderers, a match I attended. My normal arrival time back home after a match in Stoke is nine-ish. I might even have passed him while he was across the road wondering what on earth he had done, though I have no memory of it.

EDP link here.

* John Moody is pleading diminished responsibility due to a deranged state of mind, though he does not deny the killings; technically he is an alleged murderer.

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10 Responses to The Murderer Who Waited Across the Road

  1. calvininjax says:

    Ever heard of contempt of court? 😉

  2. Stephen Foster says:

    Are you calling me a contemnor? ; )

  3. Daftburger says:

    Just think if you were any good a writing you could do a proper good novel out of that! Maybe you could ask Trezza! LMFAO 😀

  4. calvininjax says:

    I am saying, you have been a very naughty boy.

  5. Stephen Foster says:

    I was thinking in terms of a spare novella.

  6. Stephen Foster says:

    Trezza said as much; perhaps I am being cavalier in omitting the word ‘alleged’ from the title…

    It’s not as though this blog is the News of the World though, is it?

  7. calvininjax says:

    But it is in the public domain.

    It would be an interesting legal point as to whether something written on a blog could prove grounds for a mistrial.

    With the emphasis on good food, dogs and football, I would think it closer to the Mail on Sunday than the News of the World. 🙂

  8. Stephen Foster says:

    * With the emphasis on good food, dogs and football, I would think it closer to the Mail on Sunday than the News of the World. *

    Never mind about arcane technicalities regarding contempt of court; that is indubitably slanderous.

  9. calvininjax says:

    But I haven’t said anything. 😉

  10. Snell says:

    Thanks for your blog. It’s great to read about it again or know that someone out there takes the time to think about it. Not so much the blog but the comments. News of the world, no, but it was big news to me. Perhaps if it were about your family, then it would be to you. Ignorance is bliss isnt it. I guess people like to read about the horiffic events that happen to people’s loved ones, I no longer live in that bubble.

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