Disgraced South Yorkshire detective writes about time behind bars

Booper's Prison Tale by Graham L. Storr
Booper's Prison Tale by Graham L. Storr
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A disgraced detective jailed for five years for corruption has put pen to paper and written about his spell behind bars.

Graham Storr, aged 73, whose nickname during the 25 years he served with South Yorkshire Police was ‘Booper’, was jailed in 1984 over a £1.5 million fraud case.

Booper's Prison Tale by Graham L. Storr

Booper's Prison Tale by Graham L. Storr

He took bribes from a crooked businessman, including cash and holidays.

Booper also helped set up an arson attack on a private school to help the criminal mastermind.

During his time behind bars he wrote his first book, Booper’s Tale, in which he laid bare policing in South Yorkshire in the sixties, admitting that he ‘described a career truthfully and in detail that many ex-colleagues wished had not become public’.

With over 600 copies sold, readers asked him how a bent cop had survived being locked up with the kind of criminals he had willingly pursued during the height of his career until he crossed the line and became a criminal himself.

Describing himself as a ‘reformed character’ now the married dad-of-two, who has two grandchildren, has had a second book published, admitting in the first few lines that as soon as he arrived at Strangeways in Manchester a prison guard warned him ‘watch your back because some of the worst b******* in the country are here and they would love to do you some harm’.

He was told ‘If they find out in here who you really are you’re dead and the place will go up in flames’.

Booper said the prison had a ‘constant odour from which there was no escape - a coalescence of stale urine, body odour, basic sanitation and fear’.

He said to survive he concocted a story and told fellow inmates he was sent down for stealing metal from a Rotherham scrap firm after the ‘coppers fitted him up’.

His book also details how he was briefly transferred to a prison in Nottingham until a career criminal he had known from the streets of Sheffield spotted him.

“It was quite a burden to keep up the pretence of being a dishonest scrap metal dealer from the north,” he wrote.