Looking into this in greater detail; very interesting indeed.
When I got convicted I got a strange, nice letter from a lady (I assume) - I tell the story in 65 My Life So Far.
Briefly, it looked like ink on parchment, had no name or address (which was why I chucked it eventually) and said I was a good person who had suffered a miscarriage of justice and that various people involved in the prosecution would suffer far worse than I.
You can read the subsequent details in the autobiography. Suffice it to say they included strokes, demotion, early retirement and death.
All of which (ranging from jurors to false accusers and public relations people and including judges and police) seem to have come true.
Perhaps the most fascinating was the prediction of the early death of two judges "involved in your case".
I only had one - the trial judge.
Then the Recorder of London (who I realised had allocated my case to trial) died very young - out of the blue - and the lead judge at my appeal died too, in his 50s.
The letter said I had known a judge decades before. Rubbish. I'd never known my trial judge (at the time, I thought, he was the only judge involved). When the Appeal Judge's Obituary was published, I saw I'd known him at Cambridge; we were there contemporaneously.
All this is in Vile Pervert: The Musical.
But other details about individual police officers are not included - too trivial to be of interest.
It was a very nice, elegant, well written letter - not an obvious nut case job at all; I smiled but paid little attention and eventually chucked it away. So many predictions came true that I wish I hadn't.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio...
www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/1466...ge-Michael-Hyam.html
www.guardian.co.uk/news/2004/jul/07/guardianobituaries