myra hindley and ian brady


“You get fuck all from people, dogs are better, they give you devotion. They give their lives for you.” - Ian Brady

With five child victims to their name, The Moors Murderers are probably one of the world’s most heinous killer couples. However, Brady and Hindley were huge animal lovers and would regularly express their contempt toward anyone who harmed them.

“Three decades devoid of sunshine hasn’t affected my health unfortunately, despite my smoking the strongest tobacco. My luck has run out I can’t even catch cancer.“

Moors Murderer Ian Brady died in secure psychiatric facility Ashworth Hospital at 6:03pm on May 15th, 2017 due to terminal lung cancer. His death is one that is being celebrated by many, but one that also beholds it’s own tragedy; even on his deathbed, Brady refused to reveal the location of the missing Keith Bennett, meaning that a discovery of his body is more unlikely now than ever before.

Fun Facts About Ian Brady and Myra Hindley

1. When they first started working together Myra developed a huge crush on Ian. She deliberately read William Blake’s ‘Auguries of Innocence’ in front of Ian so he would notice her.

2. Ian, on the other hand, had a crush on infamous Nazi officer Irma Grese, and suggested Myra dye her hair peroxide blonde so she would look more like her (Myra was a true brunette).

3. They had their first sexual encounter on Myra’s grandmothers couch, after seeing a movie.

4. Brady was apparently very frightened of spiders. A friend recalled that Ian would “scream like a girl” if he saw a spider and would refuse to come back into the room until Myra killed it and showed him the body.

5. Both Ian and Myra smoked; Myra’s favorite brand was Embassy Tipped while Ian preferred Golden Flake.


Attack on Sophie Lancaster and Robert Maltby, August 2007

In the early hours of 11 August, Sophie Lancaster and Robert Maltby were attacked by a number of teenage boys, while walking through a park in Lancashire. 

Robert was knocked unconscious, and Sophie was kicked, stomped on, jumped on, and viciously beaten. After the attack, Police said that they were both beaten so badly that they could not tell the genders of the victims. Both Sophie and Robert were hospitalised as a result of the attack. Robert’s injuries left him in a coma with bleeding on the brain, which he gradually recovered from, but was left with lasting brain damage. Sophie’s injuries were much worse, however, and was in a coma indefinitely. Her family switched off her life support on 24 August, after doctors confirmed that she would never regain consciousness. 

5 teenage boys were arrested in connection with the attack, but only 2 were charged with murder. Brendan Harris and Ryan Herbert were sentenced to life imprisonment, for the murder of Sophie Lancaster. The other 3 boys were sentenced to several years jail time, for grievous bodily harm with intent.


Ann West, mother of the youngest Moors Murders victim, Lesley Ann Downey, giving an interview about the murder of her daughter. 10 year old Lesley was murdered by the notorious serial killer couple, Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, on Boxing Day 1964. The day after Christmas, the young girl visited a local fairground alone, with the promise that she’d be home in time for tea. Described as kind, polite and an extremely helpful girl by her family, Lesley was unfortunately the ‘perfect’ target for Brady and Hindley to abduct. The couple asked the young girl for help with carrying some shopping to the car, with promise of a reward when they arrived at their house. Instead, Lesley was lead unknowingly in to the house to be horrifically humiliated; forced to pose for Brady to take pornographic photos, before being raped, murdered and buried on Saddleworth Moor. 

For almost an entire year, Lesley’s family had no idea what had happened to the young girl. They would  spend almost every day searching the grounds the fair had taken place and local areas, calling out her name. Lesley was the first body to be discovered on the Moors. 

Serial killer Ian Brady is photographed with his beloved Tiger Cub motorbike in the early 1960’s.

Brady never learned to drive a car, and instead his girlfriend Myra Hindley would drive the rental van they would hire to cruise for suitable child victims. When Hindley passed a possible victim Brady would pull up beside the van and flash his headlights: a sign that she should pull over and offer them a lift.


Photographs of serial killer Myra Hindley. Hindley murdered 5 children with her partner Ian Brady in what was known as The Moors Murders, due to the fact they buried the bodies on Saddleworth Moor.

Prior to meeting Brady, Myra had been a relatively shy and sweet girl who had a great love for children, however as the relationship progressed she became infatuated with Brady and his views about violence and politics. Eventually Myra’s fixation on Brady overcame her previously held beliefs and together their orchestrated in the brutal murders of children.

In Inside the Mind of a Murderer, M [Myra] refers to a true crime incident. We had come out of a cinema and gone for a late night drink in a town-centre bar in Manchester. As we were drinking, a group of five or six men came in together and sat at right angles to us. The one nearest kept staring at M with a stupid grin on his face. I gave him a few warning glances, but he continued. I fumed silently for some minutes, and then suddenly I took a decision, and the ‘black light’ began to operate. Casually I slipped my hand into my overcoat pocket and, with thumb and forefinger, opened the lock-back knife I always carried, made entirely of stainless steel, devoid of ornament and with the functional purity of scalpel. I glanced at the bottles on the table in front of me, selecting which ones to choose as additional weapons. I felt marvelous, delighted, and ready to hack the halfwits. I turned towards them. ‘Who the fuck are you staring at? You looking for trouble?’ Words to that effect. I waited for the first move, and intended to deal with the starer first. His grin has disappeared and his mouth hung slack in a white face. His mouth gave me the idea of sticking the knife into it and expanding the sliced grin up to his ear. During all this I hadn’t said a word to M, and my hand was still in my overcoat pocket. I just sat patiently. Suddenly, apologies were coming from the men, including the starer. I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. Afterwards I castigated myself for making such a stupid move – stupid, not from a moral standpoint, but because of the certainty of being caught. I referred to it as ‘the danger of audience potential,’ of being pushed into a situation I would have avoided had I been alone. After that I never took M into the Gorbals at night; I wandered the area alone, loving the atmosphere of cobbled alleys and gaslit streets I’d known so well as a child.