The Greatest Robbery Of Them All

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Great Train Robbery

The great Hatton Garden robbery captured the public imagination; the total stolen had a value of up to £200 million, and was called the largest burglary in English history. The heist was planned and carried out by four elderly men who were experienced thieves, all of whom were caught and pleaded guilty.

But fifty years earlier the title of greatest English robbery meant only one thing; the Great Train Robbery.

A link between Ronald Biggs and Frankie Howerd might seem ludicrous until one remembers ‘The Great St Trinian’s Train Robbery’ and realises how deeply the ‘Crime of the Century’ engraved itself into the national psyche. Everyone involved in the £2.6 million haul felt like a character from a British film, from Bruce Reynolds, in his handmade suit and Harry Palmer glasses, through embittered military men and ex-racing getaway drivers to a (sadly discredited) German mastermind with a duelling scar.

The raid on the Glasgow to London Royal Mail night train in 1963 appeared to replace the traditional image of smash-and-grab cosh-boys with highly skilled criminal technicians, and despite plenty of predictably outraged newspaper headlines the public couldn’t get enough of the details.

One of the sixteen-strong gang was a bank robber and ladies’ hairdresser (parodied in countless British films), another was a former boxer and five were never caught. Every element, from the sacks of old banknotes to the lonely bridge where the signals were covered with black leather gloves, entered the nation’s criminal iconography.

For the next half century the theft, the trial (the longest in British criminal history) and subsequent high-security prison escapes were endlessly picked over and mythologised. Virtually everyone involved transcribed their version of events, blurring the lines between fact and film. Images from ‘The League of Gentlemen’ and ‘The Italian Job’ were evoked until the robbery generated its own fictionalised accounts, with freshly minted versions of the leads played by everyone from Stanley Baker to Phil Collins.

In a country still paralysed by the postwar period of regulation and austerity, the robbers were covertly admired for their military precision and planning, their refusal to use firearms, their sheer bravado, and the Royal Mail was presented as complacent and outdated for using the same carriage on regular dates to transport huge amounts of cash through darkened, deserted countryside.

The truth was inevitably more complex; the plan was flawed, the decision to unpack the money at a farmhouse proved fatal and the police investigation failed to provide forensic evidence. Few crimes have ever provoked such prolonged scrutiny. When the author Piers Paul Read met with seven of the robbers before writing his account, the man he described as the most sinister of the gang turned out to be their literary agent.

All of this would have amounted to little more than a Sid James caper were it not for the problem of public perception. Romantic notions about the robbery were counterbalanced by increasing disenchantment with the Establishment. Incredibly, one of the banks involved had no insurance against theft. Prosecutions were slow and the case dragged. If crooks could make off with a fortune in forty six minutes, why couldn’t a case be built against them in such a clean-cut fashion?

State prevarication occurred just as it seemed the forces of anarchy were marshalling. Is it any wonder that we can visualise the events of a single August night more clearly than the protracted tangle of prosecutions that followed? The crime suggested a strangely seductive lost world. And it would have been superseded by the Hatton Garden robbery if that heist hadn’t been so badly bungled after it was committed.

6 comments on “The Greatest Robbery Of Them All”

  1. Rh says:

    Maybe they should have just bought the pub they are supposed to have planned the robbery in… What once was the ship and blue ball in boundary street off the commercial road – which had a wall of photos from the reports of the robbery – must be worth about the same now!

  2. Wayne Mook says:

    The British public has always had a fascination with crime, just think of Charlie Peace being turned into a comic book hero.

    And remember Slipper of the Yard, and the side show that carried on long after. The thing wrote itself.


  3. Richard B says:

    As usual, no mention of Jack Mills the train driver. An iron bar can be just as harmful as a gun!

  4. slabman says:

    Please, everybody, try not to talk about ‘The League of Gentlemen’ too much. I’m worried Guy Ritchie might remake it.

  5. chris hughes says:

    Thank you, Richard, for mentioning Jack Mills. Somehow amidst all the bs written about it, the fact that Jack Mill’s life was virtually ended always seems to get overlooked. I lived in south London and when the Great Train Robbery happened there was no feeling of covert admiration. But the sad, seedy and unpleasant men who carried it out were seen then for what they were – failures and leeches who never did an honest day’s work and lived off everyone else. Not much to admire.

  6. Joel says:

    As a former rail worker, it’s important to separate fact from impression. The key thing was murder in all but name of Jack Mills. And the relentless pursuit of the robbers ‘pour encourager les autres’ perhaps. The elongated sentences showed the establishment’s outrage for audacity, not for the robbery.

    I’ve always had one question about the crime – the ‘£2.6m’ allegedly nicked, supposedly bundled into one small pantechnicon van. This booty would have been substantially in ten bob notes, pound notes with much lesser numbers of fivers and tenners. My very crude calculations suggest all that money could never have fitted into the van, especially given one of two of the robbers travelled in the back with it. So how much was really stolen? As most of the money has never been recovered nor accounted for (or not publicly), did the law and GPO exaggerate the amount stolen to ensure stiff jail sentences? A cockeyed conspiracy theory or something more solid?

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