Stabbings, not sex, are the real facts of life

A message of Gandhi-like passivity turning hordes of docile potential victims into human cash machines How grim to be murdered outside Lidl. “Waitrose or M&S Simply Food at the very least,” quipped my dark-humoured friend. But from just beyond the police tape, Dee Willis's demise wasn't funny at all. Just a box of pink carnations beside the sticky brown stain and pathetic, blood-soaked tissue dropped by whoever vainly dabbed at the gash in her chest. Dee was 28 and - so police believe - had been drinking all day before having the barney with a woman friend which, late at night, was terminally resolved with a knife, right under Lidl's stonking great CCTV camera. So not a teenage victim of gang violence, then. A “domestic". The interest of reporters outside her flat chilled. Next morning, a mile away, was the more thrilling... [read full story]