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Our Madeleine McCann: Colin Stagg, Mad Dogs And Lucy Cavendish, And Amaral’s True Lies

by | 20th, July 2008

MADDIE WATCH Anorak’s at-a-glance guide to press coverage of Madeleine McCann

SUNDAY PEOPLE : “We’ll savage bungling cops on Oprah [ Winfrey ] show CLEARED McCANNS VOW TV ONSLAUGHT”

Cleared?

“At noon tomorrow a judge will formally lift the cloud of suspicion.”

Is that a fact?

The couple are likely to focus their fury on top cop Goncalo Amaral, who was kicked off the Madeleine case last October following allegations of incompetence and attacks on his British police counterparts.

“I’LL NEVER HAVE MY LIFE BACK MURAT ‘I don’t know if I will ever be able to shake off the stigma of being that Maddie man ‘.”

“People say there is no smoke without fire and there may always be some who still doubt me. I have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

Let’s play a game of word association: Colin Stagg.

He’s the one set up by those bungling UK cops. Colin Stagg was accused of murdering Rachel Nickell on Wimbledon Common . Colin Stagg is innocent.

There being no forensic evidence, they were forced to look for likely suspects, and in Colin Stagg they found a man who ideally suited the tabloid agenda. He was runtish and rat-like, and yet also into body-building. He lived on his own. He was given to wearing dodgy-looking singlets and he was a devotee of the ancient pagan religion called Wicca. He had a picture of the Cerne Abbas giant inscribed on a black-painted wall in his flat.

Someone said that they had seen him, or a man very like him, on the common on the morning of the murder – and that was enough.

SCOTLAND ON SUNDAY : “After 445 days of missing Maddie, cloud of suspicion over parents lifts”

Tomorrow Kate and Gerry McCann hope the suspicion that they played a role in her disappearance from a Portuguese beach resort will finally – and officially – be lifted.

Hope? But in The People it’s a fact?

The Portuguese authorities are believed to be ready to remove the official arguido – suspect – status from the couple and clear them of any involvement in Madeleine’s disappearance from Praia de Luz in May last year.

Believed.

SUNDAY TELEGRAPH : “Madeleine McCann abduction leaves family holidays haunted by fear”

The exodus to the sun starts this weekend – but since the disappearance of Madeleine McCann, parents are feeling paranoid about the safety of their offspring. Foreigners think we are mad, reports Lucy Cavendish from Mallorca

Mad pervs and Englishmen…

Says Lucy Cavendish:

You can always spot the English abroad. Not by the way they dress or their sunburnt skin but by how protective they are of their children.

Always!

“I feel I can’t leave my children alone for a second,” says Joanne Brown as she sits in a café next to the beach at Port de Soller in Mallorca. “It’s a nightmare. I’ve always been conscious of where my children are on holiday, but now I feel much more aware of them. If I shut my eyes for a moment, I feel terrified that they won’t be there when I open them.

Abracadabra. Fish ‘n’ chips. Poof!

But ever since last May, when three-year-old Madeleine McCann disappeared from her bedroom in Praia da Luz, Portugal, there is an almost tangible parental fear that underlies family holidays: that someone will take our children and we will never see them again.

Matchsticks in the eyes. Don’t dare to look away.

Post-Maddie, holidaying abroad has become a minefield. The parameters have shifted. Where once parents might have left children in a play area/on the beach/in a café while they quickly whipped off to go to the loo/order a meal/get some drinks, now we dare not. We reappraise all the time, scan people’s faces on beaches, by the swimming pool, in the play area. We are constantly asking ourselves: who is safe? What is safe? Are kids’ clubs fine? Are the staff vetted properly?

Anorak advocates the CoZee Reins modelled on the penal system of Alabama, these handy chains with optional heavy ball attachment ensure the kidz are kept within shouting distance.

Tell Armani to “come ‘ere or I‘m, gonna kill yer”, and see her find no way of escape”.

On holiday with the Lucy Cavendishes:

One night, my 11-year-old son asked if he and his brothers, aged five and three, could sleep in this separate room. “Of course!” I replied.

Later on, when they were asleep, I got myself into a terrible panic. My eldest son had said he didn’t want to lock the door in case any of them needed to go to the loo in the night. This seemed to make sense.

At 2am, I woke up in a hot sweat. I imagined nameless, faceless marauders creeping

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