Chloe Hadjimatheou

After that missed fireworks party, he stops walking her home. And the meetings in the cafe, they stop soon after that too.

After that missed fireworks party, he stops walking her home. And the meetings in the cafe, they stop soon after that too.

What was the rumour?

What was the rumour?

OK, have you got your recorder?

OK, have you got your recorder?

Gareth's been waiting with bated breath to hear what Sanjay's story is. What he's hoping is that Sanjay can corroborate the fact that he went into Miss Bowen's house. But Sanjay doesn't remember Gareth being with them when he walked her home. None of it matches in the way Gareth's hoping, and he's really upset about it.

Gareth's been waiting with bated breath to hear what Sanjay's story is. What he's hoping is that Sanjay can corroborate the fact that he went into Miss Bowen's house. But Sanjay doesn't remember Gareth being with them when he walked her home. None of it matches in the way Gareth's hoping, and he's really upset about it.

When you stop and think about it, it's not so surprising that Sanjay and Gareth's stories don't align. Remember, all this happened 35 years ago. Our brains can't possibly retain everything that happens. Our memory filters out things that don't feel that significant to us.

When you stop and think about it, it's not so surprising that Sanjay and Gareth's stories don't align. Remember, all this happened 35 years ago. Our brains can't possibly retain everything that happens. Our memory filters out things that don't feel that significant to us.

The experiences Gareth says he had one-on-one with Miss Bowen in that cafe, they were so huge and life-changing that they're the bits he says are clear. A couple of days later, when he's had a chance to process it all, Gareth calls me back.

The experiences Gareth says he had one-on-one with Miss Bowen in that cafe, they were so huge and life-changing that they're the bits he says are clear. A couple of days later, when he's had a chance to process it all, Gareth calls me back.

If you're going to make something up, you don't put it in a cafe with loads of witnesses. You make something up when you're alone with somebody.

If you're going to make something up, you don't put it in a cafe with loads of witnesses. You make something up when you're alone with somebody.

Yeah, and the thing is... And it's too fucking weird as well, this idea that he was touching her up in front of all these other people.

Yeah, and the thing is... And it's too fucking weird as well, this idea that he was touching her up in front of all these other people.

There's no satisfying, neat story here where one man's memories mirror the others. But what there is, is a clear theme that runs through both of their accounts, that Miss Bowen engaged in sexual activity with them. I've tried very hard to persuade Sally-Ann Bowen to talk to me, but she hasn't responded to any of my letters or emails.

There's no satisfying, neat story here where one man's memories mirror the others. But what there is, is a clear theme that runs through both of their accounts, that Miss Bowen engaged in sexual activity with them. I've tried very hard to persuade Sally-Ann Bowen to talk to me, but she hasn't responded to any of my letters or emails.

The final email I sent her sets out in detail all the allegations I've uncovered over the last year. I only know she's seen it because her partner sends me a very angry email. But Sally-Ann Bowen never replies. And what about the school?

The final email I sent her sets out in detail all the allegations I've uncovered over the last year. I only know she's seen it because her partner sends me a very angry email. But Sally-Ann Bowen never replies. And what about the school?