Welcome to Murder Mile, a true crime podcast, an audio-guided walk,

featuring many of London's untold, unsolved, and long-forgotten murders,

all set within London's West End.

Today's episode is about Sedu Dirusuba, a promising young man from a good, solid family,

and having had a great start in life, he was popular, educated and bright,

but believing that he had to carry a knife,

instead of becoming someone great, he became just another statistic. Murdomal is researched using the original sources. It contains moments of satire, shock and grisly details.

And as a dramatization of the real events, it may also feature loud and realistic sounds.

So that, no matter where you listen to this podcast, you'll feel like you're actually there.

My name is Michael. I am your tour guide and this is Murder Mile. Episode 66, Sedu Durasuba, another wasted life.

Today, I'm standing on Oxford Street, W1.

Two streets south east of the flat where Marion Lee Smith was stabbed to death by her brain damaged son.

Two blocks east of the Mount Royal Hotel, where Helen Mary Pickford died after a horrifically botched abortion,

and two streets north of the curious death of the flamboyant millionaire, Roberto Trojan, coming soon to Murder.

As the busiest shopping district in Britain, Oxford Street draws more than 200 million

visitors every year, lured by its bright lights, scammed by its oversized signs, and duped

by the totally false discounts, only to waste a day trawling the same high street stores they

could ignore anywhere else.

Whilst jostled by deodorant dodgers, pavement ditherers, golf sale guys, and Satan's screaming spawn.

Although horrifically busy on Saturdays, Oxford Street is worse during National Dickhead Week, a fictional event known by retailers

as the January sales. Beginning in December, and soon in June, the sales see swarms of red-faced

morons, scrabbling to buy last season's shit, saved from the skip, solely so they can brag to their

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