From: banana@REMOVE_THIS.borve.demon.co.uk   
      
   In article , Dominic   
    writes   
      
   >... does *anyone* know, I mean, really know, what the deal is with Brenda   
   >Wells?  It's just that I'm going a bit loopy with everything thing that I've   
   >read, here and elsewhere.   
   >   
   >She's either:   
   >Wearing a concrete overcoat   
   >Having a nice life somewhere and doesn't give a stuff about any of *this*   
   >   
   >Or she's an MI6 agent and always was.   
   >   
   >All theories gratefully received...   
      
   AFAIK, since shortly after the crash, she hasn't   
      
   - given an interview   
   - been known to have refused to give one   
   - been known to have been in existence and done anything else.   
      
   I don't know whether you saw the 'Sunday Mirror' article (Nov 1997)   
   which said they had spoken to her husband, who told them they had both   
   been ordered into 'hiding'. (If he spoke to the 'Sunday Mirror', that's   
   an odd kind of 'hiding').   
      
   I think I am right in saying that since this time, nothing has been   
   heard about Ms Wells.   
      
   David Cohen in 'Death of a Goddess' says he was unable to trace her.   
      
   I think your second option is unlikely - especially if separate from   
   your third.   
      
   IMO a fourth option is more likely than any of the three, namely:   
      
   - she has been told to keep her mouth shut, but still lives in fear,   
       just possibly under a new identity, and probably having been told   
       never to enter the UK without asking first   
      
   Cf.  - Nicola Chopp, left the country   
      
        - Monica Coghlan, paid by  Jeffrey Archer to 'leave the country',   
              several years later killed in car crash, shortly before the   
              opening of his trial   
      
        - at least one victim of the paedophile George Thomas/'Viscount'   
             Tonypandy (House of Shittommons Speaker), whom Leo Abse   
             boasted was paid to 'go to Australia'   
      
   --   
   banana     "The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you   
               give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy-bear to   
               Oxfam, and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the   
               rest of your frigid life." (Mick Travis, 'If...', 1968)   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)