OPEN LETTER TO SAIRA

Written 15th June 2007

Wedding Day: Saira, Charlie and Eira
Photograph is copyright © 2007.
No reproduction without written permission.

Jeremy Kyle Show ... Saira, my ex-wife was on it. What a farce. How one-sided could it be?

She was just on the show to plug her second book. Yeh, SECOND book!!! She's not happy with ripping into me once, she wants to do it twice. This woman has become a parasite. She can't move on and get on with her own life ... she's got to crush me into the earth. But why?

People forget that SHE wrote to me. I didn't even know her. Nobody knew her. She latched on to a man in a cage serving life, a bit like them nutters who fall in "love" with Death Row prisoners, marry them and then watch them, fry in the electric chair.

So, what's the difference? Why marry ME? Why come into MY world?

Anyway, I divorced the mad bitch two years ago, so why talk about it? To me it's over. It was over a long time ago. Move on Saira, as I'm bored with it all. All you are doing is embarrassing yourself and causing me problems I don't need. It's not even clever and people are now seeing right through you. I actually wished you well. I never said a bad word on it all, but now you are just taking the piss.

Were we ever really married? You're a Moslem but there was no Imam present. Our marriage was never consummated (I never even had a blow job). So wake up - it was all a farce. You can't be married to a man in a cage. I'm in another world. Why can't you just be grateful that you got a book out of it? You got on the TV, the mags, the media. All I got out of it was a headache, which I'm still getting.

My mother is very disappointed in you, after you promised her that you would never do this sort of thing again. It don't help me to be kept in the media as "Britain's most dangerous man" when I'm trying to move on with my life. My memory of you is as a beautiful woman. Why spoil that vision?

The picture above was us on the 1st June 2001 in Woodhill Jail. One of the proudest days of my life. My two angels together. You flew away and I set you free. Don't come back and rip my eyes out. Stop turning your heart to hate. Think about what you are doing. Think before you act.

Let's hope it's the end of your media crap now ... your ten minutes of fame, coz that's all it will be Saira. Without Bronson's name you are a nobody and that's the truth. It's time you thought it all over now and got a life.

I still wish you well and still think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. The wife who never was.