We Bought The Tickets On The Sunday To Save Us Having To Queue The Following Day. Alison And I Both Held Gold Travelcards ( Annual Ones ) Which Entitled Us To A Discount On Services Run By British Rail Network Southeast. The Correct Price On The Ticket Was £12.60.

But By Using The Gold Card It Cost £1 Each Less. We Spent Nearly Every Sunday Out, On This Particular Sunday We May Have Been At Wembley Stadium For A London Monarchs American Football Match, But I'm Not Exactly Sure.

After Alison And I Married Last Year, My Cousin Frank Burke Died And As This Was On The Day After Our Wedding, It Seemed Inappropriate To Complete Our Honeymoon Until Frank Had Been Buried, We Were Honeymooning In Ireland And One Of The Places Which We Had Booked.

But Which We Hadn't Actually Get To, Was Ballymaloe ( Yeats Room Restaurant ), Shanagamy, Co. Cork. Alison And I Decided We Would Stay There This Year When We Had Our Holiday In Ireland, Alison Made All Of The Arrangements, Including Sending Off A Cheque From Her Account At Barclays, The Strand, As The Deposit.

I Can't Remember Either How Much She Paid As The Deposit, Or As To How Much The Total Cost Was, She Would, I Think, Have Transferred Money From Either The Abbey National Or The Halifax Accounts Into Her Own Account To Cover The Cost, It Could Even Have Been The Case That Our Deposit Was Held Over From Last Year.

To Be Exact Alison Handled All Of These Matters And I'm Just Not Sure, This Year, Between 150391 And 230391, I Flew To New York And Travelled To New Jersey Where I Stayed Within A Flat Belonging To Catherine Mckeon. The Flat Is In Cliffside Park, New Jersey, But I Can't Remember The Flat Number.

Catherine Moved Out While I Was There, And Stayed With Her Boyfriend's Family Also In New Jersey. I Can't Remember The Boyfriend's Surname, But His Christian Name Is John. Before I Flew Out, Alison Told Me That She Was Going Out On The Thursday Evening.

That Would Be The 210690 With Pat, A Friend From Work, I Would Describe Pat As A Very Plumpish Lady Who Is White And Aged Late Twenties Or Early Thirties. There Should Have Been A Group Of Ladies Going Out Together, But That Evidently Fell Through.

I Can't Say Exactly Where They Went, But It Could Have Been To The Archway Tavern Or To An Irish Pub Opposite Stockwell Tube Station. I Have Today Been Back To Our Flat With Detective Sergeant Saunders And Have Looked To See Whether Any Knives Are Missing.

As Far As I Can Tell There Are None Missing. I Have Been Asked Whether Alison Had Any Life Insurance. As Far As I Know She Didn't, I Have Also Been Asked How Many Sets Of Door Keys Were In Existence For The Flat At 41 Vardens Road, Sw11.

I Believe I Referred To It Previously In A Statement As Flat 1, But It Is In Fact Flat 3. Alison Had A Set Of Keys, As Did I. I Don't Think There Were Any Others. The Flat Was Actually Rented By My Aunt, Mary Burke, Who Is Currently Recovering From Injuries Received During The Car Accident In Which My Cousin, Frank Burke, Died.

She Is Staying At An Address Which I Have Given To Police. I Have Been Asked About The Times Of Delivery Of Letters By Our Postman At 41 Vardens Road, Sometimes The Postman Would Deliver Before We Went To Work, Sometimes Afterwards.

If The Mail Was There When We Left For Work, I Would Take It With Me And Read It On The Train Or At Work, Otherwise We Would Collect It When We Got Home, Invariably Mr Casey From The Ground Floor Flat Would Put It Tidily In The Hall On The Right Hand Side As You Come In From The Street.

It Is Possible If It Was There When Alison Got In That She Picked It Up Before She Shut The Front Street Door, Although Of Course I Can't Be Certain, She Didn't Ever Tell Me This However.

John Shaughnessy Signed Statement
Taken Place: Time; Date:
Witness To Signature: Officers Signature: Roy Saunders Ds