There are two elements that make the life of Owen Vincent Madden unique.
One, he didn’t die behind bars. Two, he was from Yorkshire. Pick a mobster from early 20th century New York out of a hat and it’d take you a while to find one who isn’t Italian, Irish or possibly Jewish. Gangsters at that time, in that area, didn’t tend to be from the West Riding of Yorkshire.
Enter Owney “the Killer” Madden. The mob boss with the most straightforward nickname in history. Born in Leeds on Christmas day 1891 to Irish parents Francis and Mary Madden, he later moved Stateside in 1903, after the death of his father. They settled in the Hell’s Kitchen district of Manhattan, at the time highly violent, and young Owney wasted no time settling in.
Described by pals as “that banty little rooster from hell,” Owney committed his first crime aged fourteen by clubbing and robbing a man of $500. He became a part of, before taking over completely, the Gophers gang where his reputation grew and grew or fell and fell, depending on your moral slant. He earned his nickname after shooting an Italian gang member in the streets. “I’m Owney Madden!” he shouted. “10th Avenue!” No-one came forward as a witness such was the power he had.
With the power, came women, lots of women. It wasn’t unusual to see Owney accompanied by several and he ebbed and flowed through New York’s bars. But he was jealous. So jealous that one time he shot and killed a store clerk called William Henshaw for asking out one of his girls while on board a trolley.
It helped Owney’s rise that he was apparently immortal. On November 6, 1912, he was shot eleven times outside a 52nd Street dance hall by three members of rival gang the Hudson Dusters. Owney refused to identify his attackers to police. “Nothing doing,” he said. “The boys’ll get ’em. It’s nobody’s business but mine who put these slugs in me!” After a week of his release, several members of the Dusters were dead.
Two years later, Owney was sentenced to 20 years at Sing Sing Prison after ambushing and and killing Little Patsy Doyle, a member of the Dusters. But he wasn’t done there. Remarkably, Owney was let out on parole after serving just nine years in 1923.
The world was different. Especially the United States. The Gopher gang had split and Prohibition - the outlawing of manufacture, transportation, and sale of intoxicating liquor — was in effect. Owney made the best of a bad situation by bootlegging. He stuck his finger in nightclubs and show business. He turned a rotting Harlem club at Lenox Avenue and 142nd Street into the famous Cotton Club. He bankrolled the careers of George Raft and Mae West, the former of whom Owney employed as his personal driver. As for the latter, she became his girlfriend. “Sweet, but oh so vicious” is how she later described him.
By the end of the decade, Owney was a millionaire, at the head of a criminal empire that covered boxing, gambling, bootlegging and real estate. He organised a “crime commission,” with Frank Costello and Charles “Lucky” Luciano among others, to expand the business as legitimately as possible, with little to no bad publicity.
On July 7, 1932, Owney was sent back to Sing Sing for parole violations, no doubt a part of New York governor and presidential nominee Franklin D. Roosevelt’s plan to crackdown on corruption in the city. Owney was released the following year. This time, Prohibition was gone but the drive that made Owney a success after his previous release, had faded. Now in his forties and sick from old wounds, he was more of a pain in the arse to the crime syndicate than some fearsome ball-buster.
Depleted and bored, he began visiting Hot Springs, which had acted as an paradise of bootlegging, prostitution and gambling. Owney chatted up a gift-shop clerk, Agnes Demby, the daughter or the local postmaster. On November 26, 1935, they married and moved into a house on West Grand Avenue. Agnes, though not involved, knew of Owney’s connections, prison record, and outlook.
Eventually Owney left New York altogether. It is not exactly clear what cemented this decision. Some believe he may have made a deal with politicians or the likes of Lucky Luciano to oversee mob operations in Hot Springs. Major Leo P.McLaughlin and Municipal Judge Vern Ledgerwood, who ran their own syndicate in Hot Springs, denied that Owney had anything to do with their activities — though it was common knowledge that he set upthe wire service that brought racing results to bookies.
Owney kept a low profile until 1940 when he purchased a share in the Southern Club which was frequently visited by his old and new associates. Six years later, McLaughlin was voted out but local rackets soared. And Owney’s rep reemerged. As a result, he was placed under constant FBI surveillance. In 1961, after a federal investigation found Hot Springs to be the location of the largest corrupt gambling operation in the country, Owney stood before the Senate Committee on Organised Crime. He invoked the Fifth Amendment until the affair was over.
Owney remained in Hot Springs, even as the state government shut down illegal operations. A year later, on April 24, 1965, he died of emphysema.
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Bradford man, 20, jailed after admitting to 36 child sex offences
A 20-year-old man from Bradford has been sentenced to time in prison this week after admitting to numerous child sex offences.
Following an investigation initially by West Mercia and Lancashire Police, Kasey Fitton, aged 20 of Amundsen Avenue in Bradford, was arrested in February 2025 on suspicion of engaging in sexual communication with four children residing outside of West Yorkshire Police force area.
An investigation was then launched by Bradford Safeguarding Unit, who went on to uncover large-scale sexual offending against children.
In February 2026, Fitton was charged with 16 counts of sexual communication with a child and 20 counts of making/possession of indecent images of children - with police confirming that five child victims have been identified.
At Bradford Crown Court, Fitton admitted to all 36 counts, and then earlier this week (7 September), he was jailed for seven and a half years, plus a five year extension on licence. He will also be required to sign the sex offenders register for life, and he has been given a Sexual Harm Prevention Order for 15 years.
Speaking following the sentencing this week, Detective Superintendent Alan Weekes of Bradford District Police, described Fitton as a 'very dangerous individual to children'.
"There are further investigations ongoing and we would appeal to anyone who may have been a victim to come forward to us," DSI Weekes said.
"We are keen to speak to anyone who interacted with the Snapchat accounts Kaseyfitton23, Kaseyfitton24 and MyCroft110.
"We take all reports of this nature extremely seriously and they are treated with sensitivity. We have specially trained officers who will guide you through the process and do everything we can to get justice."
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History has never been this fun – Operation Mincemeat at Leeds Grand Theatre and Opera House | Review
Declan Kelly
Don’t judge a book by its cover... or in this case, a musical by its posters.
Going in completely blind, I really didn’t know what to expect from Operation Mincemeat. In fact, after the first number, I found myself thinking, I’m not sure this is quite my cup of tea.
How wrong I was.
Watching Tuesday night’s performance at Leeds Grand Theatre and Opera House, I was quickly proven wrong about what I thought a musical needed to be. There are no huge sets, endless costume changes, or hundreds of performers filling the stage. Instead, Operation Mincemeat delivers a genuinely funny, surprisingly heart-warming story with just five performers, while somehow teaching you a bit of history along the way.
If I had to sum this show up in two words? Belly laughter.
Based on the real-life British intelligence operation during the Second World War, the musical follows the unlikely group tasked with convincing Hitler that the Allies were planning to invade Greece rather than Sicily.
And honestly, if you didn’t already know it actually happened, you’d probably think someone had made it up. That ridiculousness is exactly what makes the show work. The comedy comes thick and fast, with characters, accents, and personalities constantly changing as the five-strong cast jump between roles.
And this is where the production really impressed me.The multi-roling is incredibly slick. A pair of glasses, a change in voice or a small shift in posture can completely transform a character, and somehow it never feels like a gimmick. Instead, it becomes part of the magic of the production. It’s a brilliant example of how much can be achieved on stage without throwing money at elaborate sets or costumes.
Credit: Matt CrockettCredit: Matt Crockett
But underneath all the comedy is where Operation Mincemeat really surprised me.
One of the standout performances for me came from Christian Andrews as Hester Leggatt. During ‘Roses’, Andrews completely captivates the audience while portraying an older woman writing about the experience of wives waiting for their loved ones away at war.
What makes the moment so effective is its simplicity. With little more than a pair of glasses, Andrews transforms into Hester, but there is never any sense that the character is being played for laughs. Instead, there is real care and respect in the performance.
Andrews captures the loneliness, vulnerability, and uncertainty of a woman whose life has been put on hold while her partner is away fighting. After so much laughter, the sudden change in tone really lands. For me, it was one of the clearest examples of the craftsmanship behind the show. Both the writing and performance manage to find genuine emotion without losing the production’s personality.
The music follows the same balance, moving between big, energetic numbers and quieter moments that give the characters room to breathe. It never feels like songs have been added simply because this happens to be a musical; they actually help tell the story.
And despite being based on a historical event, it never feels like a history lesson.
Operation Mincemeat at Leeds Grand Theatre and Opera House / Credit: Matt Crockett
In fact, I left the theatre wanting to find out more about the real Operation Mincemeat, which is probably the biggest compliment I can give it and definitely will be watching the film very soon.
If you’re heading to the theatre expecting huge dance numbers, powerhouse ballads and elaborate sets, then this might not be the show for you. But if you want something different, something that will have you laughing at one of the strangest stories in British history while leaving you amazed at just how slick a production can be with only five cast members, then this is absolutely worth seeing.
What I initially thought wasn’t my cup of tea ended up being one of the biggest surprises of the evening.
Funny, clever, completely bonkers at times and unexpectedly moving, Operation Mincemeat proves you don’t need a massive production to make a big impression. I have seen a lot of theatre productions in my life, but I have never seen anything as slick as this production, and that is pure talent at its finest.
Sometimes, all you need is a ridiculous true story, five brilliant performers and a whole lot of belly laughs.