Ian Bailey admitted to seedy addiction from age 12 – and wrote play mirroring west Cork murder

Bailey – who died earlier this month – began writing a play about murder but didn’t mention Sophie Toscan du Plantier by name

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• 06:00, 31 JAN 2024

Ian Bailey confessed that he was addicted to porn from the age of 12.

The main suspect in the murder of Sophie Toscan du Plantier murder who died suddenly over a week ago, made the revelation in his private journals and diaries.

He also at one stage began penning a possible screenplay that mirrored her shocking death without mentioning the French beauty by n

He wrote: “I long had a fascination with pornography which had occurred in my sex starved adolescence at around 12 or so at school. I find it hard to write pornography although I should find it easy. Like all things it will no doubt get better with practice.

“I really enjoy watching hardcore pornographic erotica. I cannot get the acts out of my mind.” He told how he loved watching women in orgies and got a great sexual buzz out of seeing one particular film while in Kenmare.

Bailey admitted: “I dwell on sex much of the time – my mind is often full of the most graphic acts of sex.”

He began writing his ‘play’ that had stark similarities to the Sophie case in April 1997. He said his plot was: “A rich and famous French socialite is murdered in an isolated part of Ireland on Christmas Eve. Her husband hears of the news in his palatial house.”

He began writing what he describes as Scene One. In it he said: “A party is going on. There are Christmas adornments. A large portly man in his fifties with double chin takes the rostrum and in part French/part English thanks the guests.

“To the right of the fat man is a small pretty woman in her 30’s. She stands in his shadow and smiles as he thanks her. The party is in honour of the man, a film producer. He pulls his wife towards him and makes her kiss him.”

Sophie’s later husband Daniel was a famous French film director. He also made several different entries about how he had made a mess of his life without saying what precisely it was.

He wrote: “I always seem to F*** up. There is nothing that I haven’t touched in my life which I haven’t ruined or hasn’t fallen apart. Even here in Ireland as well as try and create something I have f***d up more times than anybody would be expected. Why? Why? Why?

“I remembered this morning I realised how far I had got lost. I really feel I have lost my way somewhere.”

In another entry he stated: “What a fucking mess. I have no answer, no inspiration, no cash, no home and no property. I know the will to live is great. I have no desire to end it but I fear that I may be cursed or damned in some way to experience failure and isolation throughout my life.

“I cannot escape from the fact that even with a number of disasters I should have been able to create for myself some form of existence which would allow a relatively relaxed and anxiety free way of life.”