Sweet Fucking Jeezus.  I was 15 when bodies started being brought out of 25 Cromwell Street and, like the rest of the country, I equal parts fascinated and horrified at what else was unearthed alongside the remains of the young women that had fallen victim to Fred and Rose West. Thanks to the wall to wall media coverage that accompanied the investigation, I thought I had a fair idea of the depths of depravity that the West’s were capable of. Reading Happy Like Murderers quickly […]