A Rather Loud Silence

By Frederick Fernakopan

NOTHING STAYS THE SAME!! after all, thankfully, nothing is about the only thing that never alters. No amount of lies, deceit, alteration, corruption and whitewashing can change NOTHING!! THAT RATHER LOUD SILENCE!!
I have written, re-written and mulled over writing this book for the past 30 years. So there is some 30 years of hindsight within its content. There is nothing new within this book only that which may have been hidden from YOU the public. Even times and dates are from records taken in diaries, police notes, statements, oh and the odd interview tape and covert tape etc. So as I say nothing to gauge apart from provable things. A bucket load of questions to be asked and answers to be looked into but nothing at all that wasn't available all those years ago!!
I tried on many occasions to place my points in various forms of media coverage over the years. Only to have those important points edited out. So I decided just to stay quiet for many years. My reasoning was to try to bring up our children in the way Patricia would want. To keep them aside from all the media attention. Seemingly I didn't do too bad a job.
I spent a lot of time trying to get my story heard in the European Court of Human rights. This again was washed under the proverbial carpet around October 1998. About the time when when a deal was done to incorporate human rights laws into our British laws.
It is said that we all have skeletons in our cupboards!! well mine have all been searched on several occasions and no skeletons found!!
We are all players in this game of life!! Yet it is how we play the hands we are dealt that is the deciding factor!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Dec 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9781728379586

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/28/2022

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1The Early Years

Chapter 2The Years With Audrey

Chapter 3Audrey Missing

Chapter 4The Interviews

Chapter 5Hindsight the Bed of All Knowledge

Chapter 6From My Release to the Start of the Undercover Operation

Chapter 7The Covert Operation

Chapter 8The Final Meeting

Chapter 9My Remand in Armley Prison

INTRODUCTION

With all todays legalities I have had to swop each and every name within this book including place names. WHILST I MYSELF HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE I DECIDED TO GO WITH THAT FLOW AND CHANGE MY OWN NAME, BUT ONLY FOR THE BOOK!!! My real name remains Keith Hall. It would seem still that names and details of a confidential nature about my acquittal and the ‘confession’ can still be displayed for all and sundry in the media. Yet in my own truthful autobiography of details, for which I am able to prove, must not point to the people who were, and still are willing, to lie about those provable details. I really hope that this doesn’t lessen the impact this book sought to have, on the subject content within this book. Perhaps one day a fully unedited version of those events can be written about. The full truth!! Meanwhile I myself have to sit back and take the flack being directed at me!! seemingly reversing my acquittal in this country’s HIGH COURT. Now doesn’t that make you at the very least question what is actually being hidden from the public. Recently a documentary went out on Amazon, which although shows more of my own input than ever before, falls way short of truthful events I actually supplied the production company with details of!! Perhaps there are legal and legitimate reasons for this, yet I would question those as they were all provable. Again we have the media saying whatever you the public would believe. Here is one fact for you the public: as I changed my landline to ex-directory to prevent media and nuisance calls how could that media person possibly have phoned me on that regular basis as was depicted??? I would certainly not have given that ex-directory number to any member of that media!!!

Hiya, my name is Frederick Fernakopan, which may or may not mean anything to you, the general public. A normal hard working person just like all of you reading this book. Living my normal everyday life, just like all of you reading this book. That is until an event on Sunday January 26th 1992 changed my life forever. That is when my wife Audrey Fernakopan left the family home in the early hours of the morning of monday 27th January 1992.

There followed an undercover police operatiion after my wife could not be found after many fruitless searches. That undercover operation provided a rather questionable ‘confession’ which brought about my arrest nearly 6 days later. That ‘confession has had much media attention over the past 30 years!!

NOTHING STAYS THE SAME!! after all, thankfully, nothing is about the only thing that never alters. No amount of lies, deceit, alteration, corruption and whitewashing can change NOTHING!!

I have written, re-written and mulled over writing this book for the past 30 years. So there is some 30 years of hindsight within its content. There is nothing new within this book only that which may have been hidden from YOU the public. Even times and dates are from records taken in diaries, police notes, statements, oh and the odd interview tape and covert tape etc. So as I say nothing to gauge apart from provable things. A bucket load of questions to be asked and answers to be looked into but nothing at all that wasn’t available all those years ago!!

I tried on many occasions to place my points in various forms of media coverage over the years. Only to have those important points edited out. So I decided just to stay quiet for many years. My reasoning was to try to bring up our children in the way Audrey would want. To keep them aside from all the media attention. Seemingly I didn’t do too bad a job.

I spent a lot of time trying to get my story heard in the European Court of Human rights. This again was washed under the proverbial carpet around October 1998. About the time when when a deal was done to incorporate human rights laws into our British laws.

It is said that we all have skeletons in our cupboards!! well mine have all been searched on several occasions and no skeletons found!!

We are all players in this game of life!! Yet it is how we play the hands we are dealt that is the deciding factor!!

So I decided to just live my own life, keeping myself very much to myself. However the media never seem to let cases such as mine just disappear and along came the media coverage of that which had happenened some 25 years previous. Thus the events kept coming back. I will stress at this point that those events I myself have relived practically every single day since, although sometimes it would not seem so as I try not to show things. Not wanting anyone else to suffer through having anything to do with me. The media and even the British legal system does not want YOU the british public to know the truth behind that which the media like to keep bringing back. They wanted to hear from me, yet they only ever really wanted but one thing from me. The proveable truth was perhaps never wanted to be heard. So it was to be that through media editing I was to be seen by YOU the public as guilty although found not guilty on evidence produced in the high courts. Have none of you ever wondered what evidence the police were ever able to concoct?? Or is it just taken as gospel that the undercover admission was a truthful account. One which offered no real difference from the story that the police had tried to place in your heads. One police report after my arrest stated that it was imperitive to place me at an incinerator. Is that what the police were doing in the 5/6 days after that admisssion and prior to my arrest?? Or did the police have more important things to cover up relating to a sighting of Patricia in their posssession immediately prior to that last late night telephone call on 25th february 1993 and the fateful final meeting on 26th February 1993 the evidence will speak for itself. The 5/6 day delay in my arrest does ask many questions in itself!!

Look back at the murder of a woman on Wobledown common in July 1992, for my case brought about the dismissal of the case against another innocent man. Both so called ‘’honey traps’’ set up by the police. If the honey trap in my case had been allowed I suspect the one in that other innocent mans case would have been allowed. The counsel from both cases were in touch constantly throughout my own case.

Thus I deduce that my case prevented at least one other innocent man from serving up to a possible 16 years behind bars. Maybe even more as I cannot see that, if a verdict had have been procured against that other innocent man, the police or authorities would have even looked at a case where a result of guilty had occurred. However it seems that other innocent man, although obtaining a large sum of compensation for his wrongful time served on remand in prison, was hounded as a result of the media for many years and seen by many of YOU the great British public as guilty.

The real killer of that woman on Womledown common was a man within police enquiries at an early stage in that investigation. The police have lots of questions to answer in both cases. Maybe after my book those questions will be at least asked if not answered!!!

Now some 30 years later yet another documentary is being produced as I write this book. This time though I have had plenty of input. Although it may be that my version of events will now be heard. Yet alas it seems that the real truth can never be heard on such documentaries as legalities always prevent certain details being shown. The public have been allowed to see (via the media) that which was not allowed to be shown to the jury, yet details regarding the truth have to be edited out due to legalities. If that isn’t attempting to silence the truth behind this case then maybe there are flying pigs in this world of ours!! It’s OK for the media to show myself as ‘’ confessing to my wifes murder’’ on the undercover tapes (banned from being shown to the jury) without showing the truth behind that whole undercover operation. An operation that was not only allowed to go on for over 4 months, but the latter parts being totally instigated by the police, whilst in possession of a statement by a person who says he had seen my wife after her alledged murder. Those covert taping were 1200 minutes long!!The judge actually only banned the final phone call and the final meeting, but with no representation coming forward for ALL the other tapings to be used, they were all banned.

It is this latest intrusion into my life which has caused me to not only finish writing my book, but to get it published. A lot of this book may seem boring, for which I apologise. Yet it has to be written as it happened. At least my perception of how it happened. Luckily I am one of those people who just doesn’t throw things away and I still have all the pile of depositions (the evidence collected within the police case against me. Including all the unused material, the interview tapes and of course lets not forget those all important undercover (covert) tapings(around 1000 plus minutes) and many pages of transcription. So believe me when I say I have all the necessary to prove that which I write about!!

What then is the purpose of this book, my book. Well it is not to prove my innocense for that has already been done in the law courts. No it is for many other reasons. Reasons which will become apparent as the contents are read with an open mind:

1. To show how seemingly un-related minor events affect our future lives.

2. To try prevent simular events as which happened in my case being repeated

3. To question why that which happened was ever allowed to happen when it was being overlooked and sanctioned by that governing body the CPS.

4. Why that which was kept from the jury was ever allowed to be released to all and sundry??

5. For everyone to learn from the events within this book

I have never written a book before but feel that YOU, as members of the great public, should be allowed to read and study my own version of how the events actually happened as they unfolded. Thankfully I have not only my own memory to fall back on!!

So now I get to show the events leading up to that which you all seek to know. Sorry if they get boring but the details leading up to that main event need to be shown to make sense of everything.

All the poetry in this book is completely my own and based entirely on how I myself was thinking at the time.

CHAPTER

1

The Early Years

I was born in Greel at around 23.00 hours on June 15 1955. The youngest of 5 siblings. My early years were on the streets of Hillbeck in Greel.

About a month before my 4th birthday my family moved to Rudsney a borough between Greel and Gadford, Porkshire, England. Yes they did take me with them!! I wasn’t left in Hillbeck to fend for myself!! My humour which I’ll be putting in when I like!! The beauty of writing one’s own book. Obviously I don’t really recall much of my earlier years as I was too young for it to matter.

We were in fact living on the very outskirts of Rudsney and right next to the green belt area. I resided here with my family until about 1975. Exploring and enjoying this most beautiful of areas. We had many good times albeit in between troubles over a strip of disputed land across the road from our house, supposedly on the deeds of our property. My love for open space and the countryside stems from this early upbringing.

I never liked school, in fact I resented my early years as it interfered with my enjoyment of that most gorgeous open countryside. I really had a paddy when made to go to school. Eventually though I settled down to those early school years and made the most of my free time playing in that open wilderness. Then along came sunday school!! as if 5 days of school weren’t enough!! my parents enrolled me at sunday school. Many a time I did my utmost to get out of sunday school but alas some times I just had to go. Not a happy chappy!!

I remember the long winters back then. When the snow seemed to stay around for ages. I used to love sledging down the snowy fields and pathways. Even the roadway leading to our drive was used for sledging down. Not as many cars around back then, but if they got stuck in the snow everyone seemed to help the cars to get going when needed. Great community spirit. We all used to enjoy those sledging times.

As the years went by it was coming to the 11 plus exams, to see which upper school we went to. My eldest brother had been at Rudsney grammar school, so had my sister(one year and 5 months older than me). My other two brothers had gone to Cawnshaw secondary modern school. I had heard bad stories from my two brothers about happenings at Cawnshaw school, so I started taking my school lessons more seriously to try get to Grammar school. It worked and I managed to scrape through my 11 plus and get to Grammar school. By this time my eldest brother had finished at school and got a job as an apprentice electrician.

So after the summer holidays I went to Rudsney Grammar school. My sister and I went to school together on most occasions. It became obvious that my eldest brother was respected by the older lads at grammar school and I was given a certain amount of protection. That and the fact I had three brothers in all. I was actually one of the smallest boys at the school and there was always bullies waiting to pick on such small folk as I!! Having 3 older brothers did have some advantages!!

There were incidents at school but at this time I won’t be boring you with such episodes. Maybe I’ll write a more detailed book about my early years in another 30 years.

I was always a little scared of females. I could always chat to a certain extent but found it difficult to form relationships. This was probabely more apparent as I was getting older and everyone else seemed to be forming such relationships.

Yet I recall when each of my brothers and my sister got married and left it was like a part of me being taken away. I never said that to anyone and it was never discussed at all. I do remember when I myself left school and started work.

My eldest brother was an electician and this interested me. I decided in my own head that I wanted to be an electrician also. Perhaps I should have thought about my future earlier on when deciding what subjects to take in my later years at school. I never really looked too far ahead, I was always too busy enjoying myself!!

So I left school at 16 and started looking for a job. I managed to secure an apprenticeship with R B Snailey a quite well known and large electrical engineering firm with branches all over the country. I started work late August 1971 at Blackpass Lane in Greel.

The first days was an induction process. We would be at the company’s own training school for 3 weeks where we would learn the practical hands on skills of electrical work. Then we would spend 6 weeks on site based experience with qualified electricians. Followed by 3 weeks at Railson college in Greel learning the academic skills of electrical engineering. Alas that fickle finger of fate was to take its hand as I was placed with a subsidiary company called Spoolmans who specialised in work within the entertainment industry. It all seemed rather boring to start with as I was placed with an old man called George, who didn’t seem to be the best electrician to learn from. I did have other placements with differing electricians, but first impressions can be lasting ones. Some persons just cannot except those placed in different circumstances as my early times would suggest.

Around April 1972 I was to be placed working away from home in Matlock in Derbyshire. I thought it would only be for a few days and I would be home at the weekend. Alas I ended up working the weekend with no way of contacting my parents. We had no phone in those days. I did however manage to phone the next door neighbour to pass a message to my parents of when I would be back home. I think this was a factor in myself becoming somewhat a loner as I lost contact with a lot of my friends. I did however learn to manage a lot on my own and become less reliant upon others. I was also introduced to drinking more beer than I was previously accustomed to.

I paid for a phone to be installed at my parents house so that I was able to let them know when I would be coming home after working away. I worked away on many occasions after that initial period. including Chatham, Canterbury, a variety of sites in London, Derby, Nottingham, Bolton, Isle of Grain, Paisley and the Isle of Man

I recall doing quite well at college although this was marred by the company trying to fast-track by going to 2nd year ONC missing out on 1st year ONC. This didn’t work as all those on the same course from R B Snaileys failed. Alas due to a dispute I was now getting full electricians pay whilst at college which the company would not now continue paying so my time at college ended.

Now around 1975 I bought my own house and spent some of my time getting it ready to move into. This took ages as I was working away and only had some weekends to spend on my house. Eventually I tranferred from Spoolmans to R B Snaileys and was able to get the house in a liveable state.

I joined a karate club around 1978 which was situated in my old school, bringing back memories. I trained mondays and thursdays. The instructor used to bring other instructors from other schools to train us on occasions so we got better. We were all invited to train at one such instructors club in Wakefield and several of our members including our own instructor took up the offer. After which I continued to add one night at the Wakefield club to my training regime whilst continuing to train at my initial club.

It was around this time I had been offered a maintenance job with R B Snaileys which I took as it appeared to give me more time to pursue my own interests. This maintenance job went well until the manager in charge at R B Snaileys changed and a mix up happened. I lost the maintenance job but was offered work elsewhere within the company. I was placed at Harrogate conference centre. Where I worked for about 18 months. I then transferred to a site in Greel the new Systime building. I was still training at Karate classes.

One sunday evening about 6pm a mate turned up at my door. He was a plumber and he asked if I could wire up an immersion heater that he had fitted in a ladies flat. This was when I first met Audrey who was to become my wife.

My friend drove me down to her flat in Broamsbey(a suburb of Greel) to look at what was required for wiring the immersion heater up. After intoducing myself and seeing the job, I found that Audrey had a Jack Russel puppy. He was so very cute and adoreable. I have always liked dogs although