Tag Archives: A Pattern of Offending

Jim Perrin plans his next move

When Jim Perrin wrote to our sister shortly after May 1st 2003, it was to express his view that their relationship should be placed on a more public footing: we have acknowledged elsewhere in our posts that our sister became very much in love with him, and she was certainly  besotted with him for a while and could not see clearly.

Others in North Wales who knew Jim Perrin, and of his reputation, had warned her of his potential for violence — even telling her that he had viciously attacked a former wife. We now know that it was not gossip, or a slur, but the grim truth and Jac, when she was told of it, was extremely anxious. In the presence of two of her sisters she asked him about the incident and he was obliged, finally and reluctantly — as we were questioning him most earnestly — to admit that ‘to a degree’ the reports were true. But he could explain!  We have been told since Jac died though that there were other women whom Jim Perrin has assaulted. It is cowardly to attack a woman. Once would have been a heinous crime, but there have been several such assaults throughout Jim Perrin’s ‘career’. Both physical injuries and extreme psychological damage have been meted out to those over whom he had control: as we have the letters of victims, any denial of our words would be futile. Continue reading

Jim Perrin’s scheduled appearance at the Hay Festival 2011

When the author Jim Perrin initially wrote publicly of his relationship with our sister Jac our first knowledge of it was the article ‘Touching the Void’, (a title he plagiarised from Joe Simpson) which was published in the ‘Observer’ in July 2005. Roger Alton was at that time the editor.

We knew that what Jim Perrin had written of our sister was untruthful. She was not his lover, wife and friend, and it was pure sophistry to write so, and to deliberately give that impression. Much else was written which we knew to be misleadingly inaccurate, fanciful, and in parts, complete lies.

In his description of the day on which our sister died he could not recall the colour of the balloon given to her by her daughter which she had tied to the hospital bed-head for the seven days of Jac’s stay; and in the garden that evening the little lilac helium balloon that had floated above her bed was released. The balloon was yellow, with a ‘smiley’ face painted on by Jac’s daughter. Continue reading