Stuart Diamond had a violent past
TRUE-LIFE
Jean Hartley,72, Merseyside
Music blared out from my daughter's bedroom.
I cringed from the kitchen as she and her brother shouted the words.
Madonna, again.
It was August 1985, and my eldest, Julie, then 15, was obsessed.
And my youngest, Christopher, then 5, loved anything his big sisters did.
Me and my husband Philip, then 33, had five kids, so life was hectic.
They were giggling one minute, squabbling the next.
Chris was the cheekiest, always up to something.
He'd race down the hill we lived on in an old go-kart.
‘Slow down,’ I'd shout,