Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga Weekly BLOG 1
The Day I met Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga here in the middle of Southport
I had heard that Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga, the true crime author was coming to Southport. I had heard his name mentioned many times and heard lots of stories about him; some good, some not so good. I did hear though that he was a man of his word and what you see and hear from him is what you get. In the interview he insisted that he didn’t want to be portrayed as a hard man, which I promised him I wouldn’t do. I will only speak as I find.
Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga is a man who has done a lot of things in his life, and always, for a good reason… in his eyes. The way I see it he is no angel, then again he is no devil either which I discovered later on during the interview.
Charlie was doing a book signing in Waterstones when I first clapped eyes on him and I asked if he would be interested in doing an interview with me. He agreed with this so long as it was somewhere quiet. I suggested The Royal Clifton Hotel on the promenade; it’s fairly quiet in there.
So, a few hours later I went off to meet him feeling a little apprehensive but I needn’t have worried; as after shaking his hand I found that he put me right at ease and made me feel very comfortable.
He had insisted we meet in a nice quiet place but as I walked through the foyer I could hear music resonating from the lounge; which was where we were to meet. The music was from the grand piano being played. There were few of the residence sitting comfortably as they enjoyed the entertainment on this quiet, bright, summer’s day.
I was greeted as I stepped into the lounge by Karen, his P.A. and girlfriend. She had been accompanying him in Waterstones when I had met him earlier on. As she shook my hand and greeted me warmly I gave her a quizzical look and glanced around the room wondering where he was. She smiled and pointed to the grand piano set in the bay window, where this beautiful music was being played by the pianist. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Here is Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga with the reputation of once being one of the most dangerous men in Britain; a man who had been accused of murder, bank raids and armed robberies and many other hard hitting crimes; sitting at a grand piano playing lovely, soft, classical music with an audience gathered around the room. He looked up at me as I approached him and immediately changed the tone of the music; he began to belt out a real, blues, rock and roll song; ‘Blue Berry Hill’ by Fats Domino. He smiled at me and to my surprise he started to sing the lyrics too.
When he had finished he stood up to greet me and firmly shook my hand. I knew then that this was no ordinary gangster!
I have read his books and in some parts they are spine chilling and violent but, having said that, he has followers and book fans all over the world, far and wide; a great many of them as far away as New York.
He supports many charities, in particular Victim Support, as the man hates with a vengeance women beaters and child abusers and feels passionately about supporting women and children who, through no fault of their own, fall victim to violence, rape and abuse at the hands of some sick, depraved men who think it’s okay to perpetrate such vile (and cowardly) acts.
I have to admit that on first meeting Seiga his appearance wasn’t quite what I had expected; you know, the archetypal tough guy, the way the ‘gangsters’ of today present themselves; This man was different; he had an air of mystique about him. He was of average build and smartly dressed. He didn’t wear all kinds of jewellery or put up some tough guy front. He was clean, well presented, mild mannered and he spoke in a soft, slightly accented voice.
He didn’t want to talk too much about his past crimes but what he did point out that grabbed my attention was, quote: ‘did you know in this country they value money more than a child’s life?’
When I asked him why he went on to say; ‘If I was still at it (into crime), not that I am, and went out and robbed a large amount of cash from a bank then later on I came unstuck on that move and got arrested and charged, I wouldn’t see daylight again. The judge would say you play for high stakes which warrant a high sentence, they are the infamous words always quoted for crimes which they deemed more serious than any other crime!
The sentence, I would receive could be anything from ten to fifteen years… or maybe longer at twenty years. I mean, after all the Great Train Robbers got thirty years for stealing a large amount of cash. However, if a paedophile was found guilty of one of these heinous, wicked crimes on a child, his sentence would be much lighter; in fact, so light that it has been known for some of them to walk free from court and be put on probation as long as they agreed to go for some sort of medical treatment… and you and I both know that there is no cure for those evil, filthy bastards!
So you see; money is valued higher than a child’s life or a woman’s dignity at being raped by some lowlife. That, to me and I think a great many of the public, is not real justice.’ He paused for a moment after telling me this and he looked for my reaction before adding, ‘I know what justice I would dish out to those filthy beasts!’
It’s right what is said about Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga; he tells it how it really was with no holds barred.
Now a successful true crime author; Charlie Seiga has his books; Killer (International bestseller), The Hyenas, Vigilante and Bad Boys Don’t Cry for sale on Amazon and iTunes as downloads and as physical books through good bookseller like Waterstones and many local independent shops as well as online through Amazon and eBay and all are available through Charlie’s own website: www.truelifecrimebooks.com.
Two of Seiga’s books have continued to sell strongly for a decade now and are the type of genre and stories that never date. He does not use ghost writers or employ researchers; it is all his own work; straight from the man himself!
His new offering; The Jelly Gang is almost complete and will be available very soon.
So watch this space for more information………………..
Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga Weekly BLOG 2
OTS (Onthespot) asks Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga Can Money Buy Happiness?
I bumped into Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga again this week here in my hometown of Southport. Apparently, he comes into Southport most weeks to have a meal or to socialise. It was in Southport’s Vincent Hotel where I had this chance meeting. He invited me to his table and we struck up a conversation. We got talking about things in general before getting on to the subject of the economy and money which is very hard to come by these days. I asked him ‘ is money everything though, Charlie? Can it buy happiness?
This is what he quoted to me…
Throughout my life as an active villain, my first priority was to have money, and when I say money, I mean plenty of it. In my opinion, money is a very powerful thing. It can enable you to have practically anything you desire. Some people say that money cannot buy love or bring happiness, but my answer to that is, ‘give me a couple of million and I will show you just how happy it can make you.’
Ever since my youth, I craved the good things that life could offer, nice cars, good clothes, expensive jewellery, lavish holidays and, most importantly, a nice house, home and family. I would never have been able to have achieved or sampled these lovely things without money.
However, money does not come easily, and it was never just handed to me on a plate. I went out and committed some of the most serious offences and crimes in the country in order to have money; armed robberies on banks, and security vans, hijacking lorries, safe breaking and many other serious crimes. I did it all, but at times it was a terrifying business. It certainly was not glamorous, like they portray it on TV and at the cinema. I never got a kick out of it or excitement from it all. In fact, for me, it was quite the reverse and I’m not ashamed to say it!
Every time I did one of those armed blags (robberies) I was taking a huge risk and a gamble. In fact, I was gambling with my life… my young life at that.
I was always fully aware that, if I was captured, then I would be facing a long time in prison – twenty years at least – or worse, still, I could have been ambushed by the armed-response police and been shot dead!
Pictured above is Charlie inside The Vincent Hotel Southport
As I have been quoted in the past, ‘nowadays, if I was still at it (into crime), I think I would find it difficult in comparison to how it used to be.’ I would just like to say to these young men, (and by that I am not referring to or talking about the low-life, degenerate scum and perverts who abuse women and children and hurt the innocent) those types of pricks can go and f**k themselves. I am talking to the young men of today who are into crime or considering going down that road, and who do still have decent qualities, principles and respect, which they have adopted from the old-school villain. Yes, these types of villains still do exist, although there are not as many of them now, and it is to those kids that I would say, ‘before you go down that road, have a good think about it and consider the risks, because personally I think that these days the Police seem to have it all boxed off.’ Just look at the sophisticated computer systems and equipment that they have today, helicopters, high-tech cameras, armed-response teams and advanced forensics; such as DNA testing. They even have sensitive listening devices and bugging systems, as well as tracking devices; and these are only some of the things that we are aware of. Police technology is far more advanced today. To sum it all up…… in my opinion it is the end of an era!
If you’re a kid with good common sense and intelligence, and I know these days it’s still hard to earn money and there are things you wish you could have, but think about it, because you already possess something that money just can’t buy …… and that’s your precious youth, health and freedom!
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Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga Weekly BLOG 3 (20th September 2013)
Pictured above : Charlie at home with his doves
1954. HUYTON POLICE STATION, LIVERPOOL 14
As a fourteen year old kid I would regularly bunk off school with a pal of mine called Joey. We would go into the city centre, particularly on a Friday at lunch time, and I would sneak into city centre offices whilst Joey kept look out and I would raid all their cash drawers and, whenever the opportunity arose, I would do the same to any open safes too.
The money we made was incredible. At fourteen I was earning more money than a professional adult.
I was the richest poor teenager in Liverpool. However, eventually all good things come to an end… don’t they?
I was inevitably arrested and taken to the police station.
Picture the scene:
Young Charlie Seiga (aged 14) is sat in an interview room at a police station. Two detectives are walking around the room firing questions at him in an aggressive manner. The first detective says to him “Are you going to tell us about these robberies you have been participating in?” Charlie is just staring in silence. The second detective is wearing gloves and he punches Charlie in the back of his head and says “You will tell us about it in the end.” They handcuff Charlie and lead him outside into the old police yard; it is a cold dark night and the rain is beating down. The first detective unlocks one of the handcuffs on Charlie and clasps it shut again around a water pipe fastened to the police station wall. The detectives walk back to the lighted doorway both laughing. One of them shouts to Charlie before closing the door. “Give us a shout when you are ready to talk to us.” Young Charlie is left alone in the cold dark yard with the rain beating down on him.
Quote: ‘I was handcuffed to that water pipe for almost two hours and soaked to the skin. Although I was only 14 I had been taught whenever arrested ‘never admit to anything and above all never sign anything, no matter what.’
I was sent away to a children’s remand home for a week.
WOOLTON VALE INFAMOUS REMAND HOME FOR BOYS
Charlie has been made to stand on a two foot high wooden bock in the reception room of the young offenders remand centre. He is dressed in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt, drainpipe jeans, trainers and he is sporting a crew cut hairstyle; it’s the James Dean look of the early fifties. There are four male staff circulating around Charlie, their ages vary between their thirties and forties. They are all looking curiously at him and passing disparaging remarks about his appearance. One of the staff who appears to be the head says, “take a good look at this boy. This is the uniform of today’s juvenile.”
Charlie is then taken to the dormitory where there are twelve beds. He is quietly shown to his bed. The boys between the ages of ten and fourteen are all asleep. Everywhere is dimly lit and quiet, all that can be heard are the sounds of the boys steadily breathing and some softly snoring. Charlie is in bed awake and lying on his back when he hears the dormitory door being unlocked from the other side. Charlie turns his head towards the door and watches as it is opens slowly. He can only see the lower part of a man wearing slippers. It is a male member of staff who enters the dormitory and walks silently over to the bed which is nearest to the door. He quietly shakes the young boy awake. Sleepily the young boy mumbles something then the male member of staff takes the young boy by the hand and leads him out of the dormitory, locking the door behind them.
Twenty minutes or so later, Charlie is still awake. He hears the dormitory door being unlocked again and watches as the young boy is pushed into the dormitory, alone. Then he hears the sound of the door being quietly and slowly closed and locked from the outside.
The young boy looking shocked and upset walks very slowly and with some difficulty back to his bed. He can be heard quietly sobbing. Charlie gets out of bed and goes over to the boy’s bed. He asks the boy what is wrong with him and why he is so upset. The boy replies sobbing. “One of the masters has just…just hurt me.” Charlie can’t believe what he is hearing and asks, “how old are you?” “Ten,” replies the boy. “The dirty bastard!” Charlie shouts. Then he tries to console the young lad. When he asks, “has he done this before?” the boy nods his head.
Charlie starts banging on the dormitory door and shouting. “You dirty bastard. You dirty bastard.”
‘I was lucky; I was fourteen and was much bigger than the other boys so no one would try anything with me. After witnessing what had gone on I caused uproar in the place; banging on the door and shouting. Before I arrived at the Remand Home I had heard all kinds of stories from kids on the outside about what really went on in there. That some of the staff were filthy beasts.
AT THE MAGISTRATE COURT
One week later, I appeared at the magistrate’s court. I don’t know why or how but I was not charged. I had been on an identity parade arranged by the police but nobody had picked me out.’
That was my first experience at the hands of the Police and the Criminal Justice System, but that was nothing compared to having to face my Mother, I felt I had really let her down.
It must have been a relief at the Remand Home that I was released as it would shut me up about what I had seen in there, but, this sort of filth had been going on for years with no one reporting it and it all being covered up. These days it is all coming out and the authorities are finally listening and beasts like these are getting charged; although it is not good enough for me; the sentences they get for these filthy perverted crimes are a joke!
That experience really shocked me and made me sit up and reflect upon my life. It actually made me consider leading an honest life, but although I was still only a kid I found it hard to be good and a lot easier (and more lucrative) to be bad. Obviously, I chose the latter and continued to live that way of life!
‘As a post script to this little story I don’t recommend this life to any young kids of today.’
Just one of my memories as written about in my new book; a powerful, true story and my definitive childhood autobiography… ‘BAD BOYS DON’T CRY’ which is available to download and read now on iTunes and Amazon.
Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga Weekly BLOG 4 (25th September 2013)
Pictured above: Charlie in Southport with a young female Community Support Officer
Years ago on most council estates there was a very strong close-knit community, people were sociable and talked to each other; they also shared compassion for one another. If one of our neighbours was having a hard time other neighbours would rally around and try to help out. It was also very safe in those days, nobody worried about locking their doors, and you could more or less walk into anybody’s house and feel welcome. Nobody stole from their neighbours, it was practically unheard of.
Men and women, young or old, were never intimidated; children could play out in the street and feel safe. Maybe it was this way because of the rules we had amongst ourselves. We had golden rules, which were very seldom broken. On the rare occasion those rules were broken, and the person or persons responsible were found out, well it was God help them. They would be severely dealt with, and I don’t mean by the bizzzies (police). Most of the men that lived on the estates got it sorted themselves.People actually ‘Sheriffed’ their own communities. That’s the way it was.
Today everything is so different; things have taken a turn for the worse. Loyalties and family values have almost disappeared. A major breakdown in society has descended, and everything has spiralled out of control. The police can’t seem to resolve anything; they’re fighting a losing battle and are completely demoralised. Most of the streets have become lawless. Criminal gangs are roaming the streets and are committing the vilest of acts imaginable; rapes, violence on the old and infirm, arson attacks on family homes, gun crime and senseless murders. Unfortunately, some decent hard working people still live amongst it all. They feel trapped and can find no way out, it is an unbearable existence for them. Nobody calls the police; people are too frightened of being labelled a grass. The ones who have reported crime and asked for help have deeply regretted it because of having to face a backlash of reprisals from the marauding street gangs. These drug-crazed gangs of lowlife scum have no morals whatsoever; they would think nothing of setting fire to a woman’s house even if there were babies inside. This low-life have no compassion at all. So this is now the way of life on most of these council ghettos.
I went back to the council estate where I used to live, it was the first time in over twenty years; I wished I hadn’t. It is now a depressing hellhole of a place. Everywhere was vandalised, it resembled a war zone, but worse was to come. Little did I realise that by going back I found myself in a situation a person could never imagine. I went on a trail that took me to the homes of old people, men, women and children, where I actually saw first-hand the injuries what those gangs of sick degenerates had inflicted upon them. After witnessing and seeing some of the old neighbours living in fear and too terrified to go out of their doors, it got to me. I knew then that something had to be done. My belief was; those who intimidate these unfortunate people should be intimidated themselves, in a more frightening manner, so brutal that I could guarantee they would never do it again. If you wonder why a man would choose to take the path I did; which meant getting myself involved in the most brutal of violence, then maybe when you have read the book ‘Vigilante’ you might understand.
This is taken from the very powerful story told in my most recent book ‘Vigilante’ which is relevant for today’s society.
Warning: the book contains violence in the most graphic detail.
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JUSTICE? BLOG 5 (Saturday 11th January 2014)
In the past I have been classed as a ruthless villain or a gangster. Well, that is what the Liverpool police and newspapers had me down as. I have always denied ever being a gangster. But I can tell you this; if myself or my friends; that is, good loyal, honourable people from the old school who grafted with me when we were all at the other business (crime), were ever arrested for any of the robberies we committed, the sentences we would have been very severe; especially if a lot of money was involved. We could get 15 to 20 years and whilst awaiting trial we would certainly never be let out on bail.
Which brings me to the present day; there is a high profile case going on right now in the Liverpool crown court where a paedophile ring of eleven Asian men, some aged into their fifties and sixties, are being charged with crimes of the kidnap and raping of young English girls after plying them with alcohol. I hate these crimes with a passion. In my opinion the rape of a woman or a child is one of the most heinous crimes that can be committed. Let’s face it; little girls suffer enough when they get older, never mind being raped as children.
What’s made my blood boil about this case is that these filthy, low life, paedophile beasts have all been granted bail…..they are walking freely around our city! They have been brought from Rochdale and Oldham to be tried in the city of Liverpool.
Obviously, it is thought by some of these so called ‘do-gooders’ that these Asian men would not receive a fair trial in their home town. That’s a fuckin’ joke in itself isn’t it?
No doubt the young girl will be ripped to pieces in the witness box under cross-examination by the lawyers who are representing these vile degenerates. This filthy scum are protesting to the judge and prosecutor that they are innocent. A young girl is giving evidence of being kidnapped and raped several times by these beasts and here they are screaming to the courts that they are the innocent party that the judge and the courts are corrupt and they are not getting a fair trial.
‘A fair trial?’ They are walking around our city whilst the court is in recess; going for lunch and gloating about it. I will tell you this…if it had happened to my child or any of my friends’ daughters, it would never have made it to court; we would have dealt with them ourselves and given our own justice in our own way; ‘if you know what I mean?’
So far as I am lead to believe the evidence against these paedophiles are just the young girls statement…would this be enough to stand up in court? Would it fuck! These beasts know it’s going to be a weak case, especially if their lawyers find some loop-hole to exploit. They will come out of court exclaiming of how innocent they were.
Even if they are found guilty they won’t get dealt with severely; their sentences will not reflect the atrocious crimes they have committed.
However, as I’ve said before; if it was a bank robbery or any other crime involving money the robbers wouldn’t see daylight again, which just goes to prove one thing:
‘IN OUR COUNTRY THE COURTS VALUE MONEY MORE THAN A CHILDS LIFE. SO, IS THIS JUSTICE?
In my latest book ‘VIGILANTE’ you can read of the real brutal justice that is inflicted on these vile paedophiles, as the ordinary man in the street takes the law into his own hands and guarantees that the lowlife beast will never rape or molest any other child… ever again!
Warning: the book contains violence in the most graphic detail.
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THE MERSEY….. River of Secrets BLOG 6 (Saturday 25th January 2014)
Liverpool waterfront is a magnificent sight to behold and experience these days; what with the three graces in all their splendour and the other outstanding buildings and museums down there.
Just to stroll along this part of the city and take in the fresh air at the riverside is; I find, a good way to chill out, a place to contemplate and take stock. When I was just a kid, the river Mersey was so polluted, dark and murky, it was such a depressing place to be.
This of course, was all down to the big grimy factories and warehouses many of which were still in ruins from the bombarding during the war.
These foreboding structures seemed to stretch for miles along the docks.
Most of these enormous old buildings used and abused the river by disposing of their waste into it; which inevitably, over the years completely contaminated the water.
These modern days though, due to the environmentalist, and with funding from regeneration projects, things have vastly improved and the area has been transformed and all for the better.
A big clean-up project was started some years ago, and the river bed was dredged and cleaned up, and due to the time and effort the water is now practically free of contamination; even fish are thriving in the river.
It’s funny; you know, when I was first informed of the cleaning up of the Mersey I thought to myself ‘ I wonder if anything of interest was ever found by any of the people working on the project at the time?’
I mean, what I am getting at, is that, many years ago my friends and I; when we were at the other business (crime), we used the river to get shut of anything we didn’t want….and by that I don’t mean bodies!!
There has been many an occasion where we have thrown the odd stolen safe into it… always empty of course!
Around that era, it was common knowledge, amongst the criminal fraternity, that if you wanted to get shut of anything for example disposing of any incriminating evidence that could get you nicked; you simply dumped it into the Mersey.
Yeah, I bet the bed of that old river Mersey must hold some secrets from years gone by!
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ABOVE: Charlie relaxing in The Vincent Hotel Southport with a close friend.
Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga Weekly BLOG 7 ‘DREAM SEQUENCE HYENAS’
DREAM SEQUENCE HYENAS BLOG 7 (Sunday 2nd February 2014)
WARNING………THIS BLOG EVOKES GRAPHIC IMAGES!
The dreaded darkness is once again upon me. Sleep overwhelming me, no matter how hard I fight it. I know I can’t hold out much longer.
Maybe it’s the comforting fire making me so drowsy. I lit it over an hour ago, but now it’s reduced to a few glowing embers.
My little brothers and I seem to be in the heart of a jungle. They are both fast asleep on either side of the fire, tightly wrapped in blankets, only their small heads visible.
I must stay awake, I can’t let any harm come to my brothers – they are my responsibility. These words instilled into me by my mother echo in my mind: ‘Charlie, you are the eldest and the strongest, take care of them.’
I tell myself to stay awake, though sleep is enticing me. I force myself to sit upright, resting my back against the trunk of a big solid tree, in the hope that it will combat the drowsiness. But it doesn’t help and I feel my body succumb to the familiar paralysis.
‘Don’t worry,’ I tell myself, ‘I have my faithful knife.’
I am always tooled up and, out of all the weapons I have ever used, the knife remains the weapon of choice for me; it’s silent and swift; no fuss. Knives are easy to get rid of and have none of the identification marks of a gun. No harm will come to my brothers; I’ll make sure of that.
But then it comes again, in waves this time, the dreaded darkness. My head begins to roll, but again I pull it up and in that instant… I see it! A big hideous beast is walking slowly and silently out of the dark jungle, towards the fading light of our camp. I see only its eyes and the cavern of its mouth, saliva dripping to the grass below. I’m paralysed. Or am I? I try to shout, to warn my little brothers, but my voice is just a low whisper. The hyena looks over at me, its yellow eyes staring straight into mine. In the past, I have looked many a man straight in the face and stared them out, but the look from this animal is too intense for me.
I try to tear my eyes away from its evil gaze but feel frozen, forced to observe the beast. It stops in its tracks, it’s horrible eyes moving to my innocently sleeping little brothers. It glances back at me almost taunting, as if saying, ‘Just try to stop me!’ It creeps quickly over the ground between us, until it stands over my younger brother’s innocent body.
Frantically, I scramble on the ground for my knife, eventually reaching it and getting my fingers around the handle; I try to lift it, but I just don’t have the strength. Then it happens…….the hyena’s face contorts into an almost human grin, twisted and wicked, then, in a swift movement it howls a terrible hideous note and tears at my brother’s face. In one smooth motion the hyena holds the full face of my brother in its teeth. With shrieks of laughter the hyena twists around and kicks and runs back towards the quiet trees to hide its sins, my brother’s face still in its mouth.
Suddenly, I am released from the spell and find my voice. I scream with fear. My body is stiff and my eyes are bursting out of my head, I breathe in short, sharp bursts and try with all my might to turn away from the sight of my brother’s bloody, twisted body, twitching in the darkness…
I wake up screaming and gasping for breath. I struggle in my bed, at the sweat and sheets, at the air around me, at the darkness and the dream; this same dream night after night; without fail, without mercy. Once again in the darkness, I resolve to be stronger than before, to be faster than before, and to put an end to this.
Of course, this was going to affect me. I couldn’t just forget about it. But I had been strong where others would have been weak, had held out where some men would have broken. Remembering this makes me certain this lowlife scum can be beaten. And so it begins; a trail that takes me to the homes of men, women and children where I see at first-hand the injuries these sick bastards gave them. ‘I decide that I have taken just about enough of this fuckin’ scum. This scum would sell children to paedophiles if they could make money out of it!’
There was only one thing for it…..they had to go.
The stories I heard about these people were sickening. I thought I had seen them at their worst, but they just made me more and more determined to get my revenge on these dogs. I always get my revenge no matter what I have to do or how long it takes…’
This is the Prologue from my Best Selling book THE HYENAS a true story!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BEST SELLING AUTHOR OF KILLER, THE HYENAS AND A STREETWISE KID
Charlie Seiga was one of the most dangerous men in Britain. Men were murdered in and around the city of Liverpool, and many times the police marked him out as the killer. The killings were swift, brutal and brilliantly organised. The victims; liberty takers and sadists, were all hard bastards who dealt in the most vicious kind of violence.
He was born 1940 in Huyton, Liverpool 14. Growing up after the war years times were hard, particularly in the late 40’s and early 50’s. Kids went hungry and food was rationed. Some families had to beg, steal or borrow to survive. There seemed no way out for some kids; but Charlie found his own way out. On a routine basis; together with his childhood gang, they did what they had to do; providing food to put on their families tables amongst other things.
IN 1952 Quote from Charlie: ‘My life of crime began after I had a vicious street-fight with another kid. He was the local hard-case bully; he and his gang used to way lay me and my two friends. My friends and I were good little earners at that time, and because they couldn’t make anything themselves, the hard case bully used to force us to hand over any gear that we had on us. It was like a sort of mugging that goes on today. He was bigger and older than me; aged 15, but I fronted him up and made a mess of him. That gained me the respect of all the local street kids, and I became a gang leader; I was just 12 years old!’
AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN he meets his mentor a woman of thirty-eight years old, her name is Winnie. With Winnie, Charlie progresses further, she has him well groomed and dressed as an office boy wearing blazer and shirt and tie and she teaches him how to steal expensive diamond rings from under the noses of high class jewellers. This was well planned out, displaying real classic cases of robberies which were highly rewarding.
IN 1954 at the age of fourteen and with his young villainous gang they committed crimes that would put a professional criminal to shame, and he became one of the richest teenagers in the city of Liverpool, where they operated from.
1955. At fifteen years old he eventually gets caught for a jewel heist and even though he is a juvenile he still gets severely treated and interrogated. Police methods were ruthless in those days. He was taken outside in the freezing cold winter rain and handcuffed to a cast iron drainpipe for hours all because he refused to sign a confessed statement. Eventually he was remanded to a juvenile remand home, where he witnessed the sexual abuse of young boys; by their carers, who liked to be called Master or Sir. Charlie rebelled over what he had seen, and due to the subsequent uproar he caused in the remand home he was finally released on bail and, ironically, all charges against him were dropped.
Quote from Charlie: ‘Before arriving at Woolton Vale juvenile remand home, I had heard all kinds of stories from kids on the outside about what went on there. Some of the staff were beasts. At night in the dormitory it would sometimes happen. One of the staff would come in pretending he was just saying goodnight and then select one of the little kids and the filth would start. Some of those kids were only about nine or ten years old. The beatings I witnessed were terrible too. How these people got these jobs was beyond me. Those days, forty-five years ago, everything was ‘hushed up’ and it would be twenty years before the outside world faced up to the problem and accepted that for decades it had been the kids telling the truth and the wardens and staff who had been lying. I knew then that nobody would believe the kids if they complained. I was fortunate nobody tried anything on me…maybe it was because I was bigger and older and could handle myself.’
1956; aged sixteen Charlie turned more and more into a young gangster; but a gangster with a difference. One who will grow to live by his code of honour. He hates women beaters and child molesters. His presence becomes a constant challenge to the lowlife that prey on those who cannot defend themselves.
1957, at the age of seventeen he mastered the art of safe blowing; which at the time was considered the pinnacle of excellence amongst the top criminal fraternity; and they gave him their respect. He was eventually arrested and remanded to an adult prison. As the crime was serious and high profile; high-ranking police officers from different parts of the country where safe-blowing crimes had taken place, came to interrogate him, (which in those days, was very severe), but he refused their requests to talk.
At the High Court in the city of Chester, he stood charged with this serious offence. The right honourable Mr Justice Castles; who presided over his case, was quoted as saying: ‘He is like a young lion who had tasted his first blood.’ But through a legal and a technical point at the trial, the seventeen year old Charlie Seiga walked out of the court free, and made history for being the youngest safe-blower in Great Britain!
In 1964 at twenty-two years of age, he served a prison sentence of two years in Walton Prison, Liverpool. It was alleged he was dangerously armed with a shot gun; it is said he kept a gang of men including a police officer at bay, whilst his gang escaped.
QUOTE FROM CHARLIE: ‘To be honest when I entered the prison I had acquired a massive reputation, it gained me respect amongst the top cons, so with a bit of pull here and there I was given a cushy job.’
He was appointed work on the prison reception. One of his duties was to serve meals to the last person in Britain to be hanged! He recalls seeing the condemned prisoner (his name was Allen) arriving back from court having been sentenced to death, being taken to the condemned cell, and being the last person to speak to him.
QUOTE FROM CHARLIE; ‘I remember saying to Allen “You’ll be ok, you’ll get your reprieve.” He seemed confident because six months before; a man named Masters was in the same condemned cell and he got reprieved. Also at that time in 1964 capital punishment was about to be abolished.’
Allen though was unlucky…he was hanged!
On the morning of the hanging all the prisoners in Walton Prison went from uproar to complete silence. We all knew that he was dead. After about an hour all our cells were unlocked; a friend of mine who was a cleaner told me he had been ordered to clean out the condemned cell; he told me it had been in a terrible mess there were blood stains on the walls and some of the furniture was broken. Later on one of the screws told us that Allen had put up a ferocious fight. I believe what used to happen was that if the condemned man struggled or tried to resist there would be a gang of screws as a back-up, who also assisted the hangman.
IN THE LATE 1960’S AND 70’S Charlie became one of the most successful villains of his time. Police believed he was the brains behind the major firms involved in bank raids, wage snatches armed robberies and other serious crimes involving hundreds of thousands of pounds, but they remained unable to convict him; he became known as the ‘Houdini’ of the criminal underworld.
IN THE 1980’S AND 90’S, crime had rapidly changed, the old school type gangster had almost disappeared, a new breed of criminal had emerged; and the vast majority of these became ruthless in their activities. The gun became; and still is, the weapon of choice. Gangster wars had broken out amongst the criminal fraternity!
IN 1998 he went on trial for murder; he was accused of pumping three bullets into the head of one of these new lowlife breeds. He had also been questioned over other killings which were swift, brutal and brilliantly organised.
QUOTE FROM CHARLIE: ‘It is quite true that I have been accused of killing other men and questioned about unsolved contract killings; the Liverpool Murder Squad; in their eyes still believe I was responsible. But they are wrong. ’
QUOTE FROM THE TRIAL JUDGE: ‘This is a classic case of a contract killing.’
He was acquitted. No one has ever been convicted of the murder.
Regina V Charles
Particulars in Support of Reg. 9 (5) (B)
This was all in all as gruelling and hard-fought a murder trial as any I can remember in my 27 years at the criminal bar, in which time I have defended in literally dozens of important murder trials. This was a trial which demanded long hours of preparation at nights, weekends and in the early mornings in my hotel room to prepare for cross examination.
It was a dramatic and even a thrilling case. Nobody present will ever forget its atmosphere or the scenes of pandemonium in the public gallery which accompanied the final not guilty verdict.
This trial lasted 19 working days in all and I have to say I underestimated both its length and factual difficulties at the outset. This was, in summary, in the very top league of contested murder trials in this country.
CONFIDENTIAL POLICE MEMO
Liverpool Police Force 1998
Charles Antony Seiga – D.O.B. 7/4/1940
Charlie Seiga had a reputation for being a violent character. Intelligence was constantly being received of shootings being perpetrated by this man, but rarely would anyone come forward to complain about him.
He was known to be a careful planner and always seemed to provide a back door for himself when he knew he was to be arrested. He would often disappear after such events, and when the heat died down, would calmly walk into a police station and give himself up, knowing full well that the complaint had either been withdrawn or that the complainant, through fear, had been bought off.
He would vent his violence on other criminals who harmed or tried to bully his family or friends.
Having left the police force and now retired, it came as no surprise to me when I read about Seiga being arrested for a contract killing. How he got out of that one I do not know, and the secret of that job, along with many others, will no doubt be carried with him to his grave. The police are not looking for anyone else in relation to this matter and, in my experience; they must be more than satisfied that they had the correct man in the dock.
He was commonly known as Charlie Seiga, but we had another name for him – Killer!
Charlie Seiga became the longest reigning gangster in Great Britain; stretching from the 50’s right up to the late 90’s. He retired from a life of crime a few years ago; he is now reformed and is a successful crime writer.
Charlie ‘Killer’ Seiga ’Forthcoming Events’
(Saturday 22 March 2014)
It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Channel 5 asked me to take part in a documentary.
The production company are ‘TwoFour’ they are responsible for the BAFT winning programme called ‘Educating Yorkshire’ and the recently aired documentary ‘Harry’s South Pole Heroes’.
There is a six part series of one hour programmes due to be shown in the next six weeks. The topic is gun crime and the two cities they focus on are Liverpool and Birmingham.
They wanted a view point from both sides of the tracks and following talks with the Chief of Merseyside Police on the subject and after following and filming the police out on house raids they wanted the opinion from the other side of the tracks.
This is where I came in. They wanted to talk to me about the history of crime in the city from the 1950s right up to the present day.
They were interested in how things had changed over the years and how the use of guns had now come into use even on the streets of the suburbs surrounding the city of Liverpool.
The word ‘gangster’ has very different connotations these days. It no longer applies as it did to the ‘old school’ bank robber etc. active in the 1950s up to the 1980s.
A ‘gangster’ in those days was a man who was respected amongst his community, a man who would look after the good people in his neighbourhood.
We talked about the distinct differences between the past and present; the present very much being guns and drugs.
The so called ‘gangsters’ of today are low life characters who have no morals or empathy at all.
They are unscrupulous in their dealings and have no problem ruin young lives, corrupting the youth of today.
These perpetrators shoot indiscriminately in their communities where ordinary, law abiding, decent people have been injured and some actually killed!
The production company did some filming out and about in the city then they interviewed me at home in the off where I accomplish much of my writing.
They have assured me that they will stress in the edit that I am now a reformed character and am no longer involved in crime.
The first episode of these programmes is due to be shown on Channel 5 in about five weeks time.
I will keep OTS posted the date and time as soon as I have it confirmed!
Charlie Seiga Weekly BLOG 9 Television Documentary ‘BRITAIN’S CRIME CAPITALS’
I was recently contacted by ‘Twofour’ productions who are the company responsible for the BAFTA award winning series ‘Educating Yorkshire.’
They asked if I would be willing to meet with them to discuss Liverpool crime, particularly gun crime.
They explained that they wanted to make comparisons between the way things were in my day as opposed to how things are today.
At the meeting I agreed to take part in the documentary and within a week a cameraman/interviewer and his assistant came to Liverpool to film and record an interview.
First of all they had me walking around the city centre whilst they asked various questions regarding bank robberies and wage snatches.
I explained that I was not trying to justify myself or the part I may have played in this kind of crime but I did want to stress that no ordinary man or woman in the street was ever hurt during any of the crimes.
We only took from the big companies and those who could afford it.
During recording I explained that there was a vast difference between our kind of crime and the crime of today.
Gun crime is happening virtually every day on some of the council estates around the fringes of Liverpool where criminals are shooting other criminals.
Pictured above: Early days Southport connections-Johnny Rodwell (middle) Bobby Cato (right)
However, I don’t want to put people off visiting our vibrant city of Liverpool as it is amongst the safest cities in England.
I wanted to point out that if a person was shot years ago the perpetrator would be described as a ‘professional contract killer’ and for their service they would receive a large amount of cash.
Nowadays though, you’ve got these criminals blasting away at each other and some of those higher up the ladder would recruit young kids to do this for a mere pittance.
They are unprofessional and some of them are committing these crimes for buttons; more often than not they would do it for just a bag of gear (drugs).
However, that’s their way of life; and if they want to go ahead bumping one another off with guns so be it.
Pictured above: Charlie takes time out with Paul Rodwell in the Vincent Hotel, Southport.
After all, these street criminals, often drugged up, are only settling scores amongst themselves so as long as no ordinary man, woman, child or any innocent bystanders get hurt who cares if they do kill one another…I don’t!
Towards the end of interview I described in detail what had happened at the time I was about to be executed by some of these scum bags.
I also pointed out that this gang had made a big mistake in not killing me. In fact this was to prove their downfall.
I always get my revenge on scumbags… no matter how long it takes or what I have to do to get it!
During the interview I tried to explain how the way things are today compare to how things were in my era.
I’ve had no part in the final edit of this documentary so what concerns me is the way this has been done.
The way an interview is edited can result in what you have actually said being totally misconstrued.
The editor may have cut out all of the things I tried to make a point about and so I could be completely misrepresented.
If this is the case I will be very, very, disappointed; especially if they have me portrayed me in a negative way.
Therefore, this is in the hands of the editor due to me having no involvement in the final edit!
As of the 12th April 2014.
The first episode of a brand new series of documentaries called:
‘BRITAIN’S CRIME CAPITALS’ which begins on Monday on Channel 5 at 9pm.
EPISODE 1 – LIVERPOOL (Monday 14th April)
EPISODE 2 – BIRMINGHAM
EPISODE 3 – GLASGOW
EPISODE 4 – MANCHESTER
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