Robert Maudsley is universally recognised as Britain's most dangerous prisoner. He murdered a man in 1974, and four years later, murdered two other prisoners at Wakefield Prison on the same day. Between those two, he and another psychopath tortured a man for nine hours before murdering him at Broadmoor.
These men were all bad to the bone, and some, including one person interviewed here - his nephew - have rationalised these murders as some perverted kind of justice. Fortunately, the law doesn't see it that way. Maudsley is kept locked in the basement of Wakefield Prison, in a bare room. The only people he sees regularly are the six prison officers who escort him to the exercise yard. He is now also Britain's longest serving prisoner, and arguably the loneliest, but whose fault is that?
Actually, there is one person who doesn't think he is quite so dangerous, the idiot psychiatrist who thought he could be talked out of his psychopathy. He too is interviewed here.
Maudsley isn't entirely alone; his family has not deserted him, and visit regularly - his nephew and two other male relatives.
This quaint relationship is summed up poetically by the journalist Graeme Culliford: "He is er, a loving family member, just one that happens to be a serial killer..."
These men were all bad to the bone, and some, including one person interviewed here - his nephew - have rationalised these murders as some perverted kind of justice. Fortunately, the law doesn't see it that way. Maudsley is kept locked in the basement of Wakefield Prison, in a bare room. The only people he sees regularly are the six prison officers who escort him to the exercise yard. He is now also Britain's longest serving prisoner, and arguably the loneliest, but whose fault is that?
Actually, there is one person who doesn't think he is quite so dangerous, the idiot psychiatrist who thought he could be talked out of his psychopathy. He too is interviewed here.
Maudsley isn't entirely alone; his family has not deserted him, and visit regularly - his nephew and two other male relatives.
This quaint relationship is summed up poetically by the journalist Graeme Culliford: "He is er, a loving family member, just one that happens to be a serial killer..."