I feel bad for Jill Goldsmith of Wootton Hall Park, Northampton, UK. The 49-year-old wife and mother had been a “caring, fun-loving person who lived life to the full”. She married police officer Adrian Goldsmith in May 2014 and I’m sure she expected to live happily ever after. Unfortunately, that did not turn out to be the case.
Jill Goldsmith had issues. She was menopausal — no big surprise considering her age. And as it is with a lot of menopausal women, her sex drive drove to an all-time low. That really sucks for a newly married couple, and Adrian Goldsmith was none too pleased about that turn of events.
Jill Goldsmith decided that the best way to cope with her issues was to smoke cannabis. Considering her husband was a police officer, that probably wasn’t a smart decision. It’s still illegal in the UK.
Adrian Goldsmith had plenty of issues too. He wasn’t allowed to see his children from a previous relationship, which was upsetting. In 2012 he went on long-term sick leave for stress after the Professional Standards Department investigated him on suspicion of misconduct.
So what did Adrian Goldsmith do to relieve his stress — especially with no sex with the missus? Well, he drank. He very much enjoyed drinking booze. It’s unfortunate that he became nasty when he drank. At those times he actually frightened his wife.
Jill Goldsmith responded to the situation by insisting her new hubby give up drinking. Adrian Goldsmith obliged, but that did nothing to sweeten his temper. His wife wouldn’t give up pot for him despite his objections to her habit. That, and his not being able to have alcohol or sex really pissed him off.
Adrian Goldsmith took up writing long, long letters to himself or his wife in which he would try to think things out analytically. Apparently, they were all “very self-absorbed”. In one letter he wrote how he was “ready to explode” and was afraid of what he might do.
The couple, not surprisingly, argued a lot and both considered divorce almost from the beginning of their marriage. But then Adrian and Jill Goldsmith seemed to come to a decision to make a fresh start for themselves. They would refurbish their home, sell it and move to the countryside.
At noon on March 26, 2015, Adrian Goldsmith headed out to his son’s home in Northampton. He visited for a little while before heading home.
Jill Goldsmith was busy at home looking on the Internet for properties for sale. By 1:06 pm she was dead and Adrian Goldsmith was phoning 999 to ask for police and an ambulance.
“My wife tried to kill me, I think she’s dead,” he told the 999 operator.Police officers arrived at the scene at 1:13 p.m. In the enclosed porch Jill Goldsmith’s body was lying in a fetal position in a pool of blood. Adrian Goldsmith was behind the porch door holding a small kitchen knife and a broken drinking glass. He was huffing and puffing, sweating, and had blood and black paint on his clothes. He appeared to have some facial injuries.
The wife killer was ready with his story — and what an outlandish story it was. According to Adrian Goldsmith, he and his wife had argued about her cannabis smoking. She was psychotic on drugs and had attacked him with a knife and the glass “like a whirling dervish”. She threw the glass at him, and then punched and kicked him.
The story gets weird after that. Jill Goldsmith picked up a mallet and whacked herself on the back of her head with it. Then she whacked her head hard against a wall. To protect his beloved, psychotic wife, Adrian Goldsmith , he put her in a headlock but she broke loose. All of a sudden she started stabbing him with the kitchen knife, and together they struggled and then fell over. The knife wound up between his legs.
Jill Goldsmith next hit her hubby in the head with a heavy box-type battery. He tried to put her in a sleeper hold. He then grabbed a can of paint and whacked her in the head. That didn’t make an impact so he picked up that battery and hit her in the head as hard as he possibly could. He hit her and hit her until she stopped fighting. The end. It was a case of self-defense.
Whew, what an ordeal that must’ve been for poor Adrian Goldsmith. Except of course the story was mostly bullshit. Hitting her until she stopped was the true bit.
To believe Adrian Goldsmith’s tale you’d have to envision his wife as a hulking Amazon who could escape from a headlock and sleeper hold, and who could withstand the pounding on her head with heavy objects. Jill Goldsmith was no Amazon. She was a petite woman weighing 93 pounds and standing only 5’2″ tall, up against a much larger man — a trained police officer.
What actually happened was that the couple argued and Adrian Goldsmith went apeshit berserk. He exploded in rage. He battered his wife in the head repeatedly with a can of paint, a mallet and that heavy box-type battery. He then choked her to death with his bare hands. He applied enough pressure to fracture her Adam’s apple and a bone in her neck.
Jill Goldsmith suffered more than 70 injuries including defensive wounds. The poor woman suffered a horrible, prolonged death.
Adrian Goldsmith then inflicted a few superficial stab injuries on himself to make his story more plausible. He poked his butt, groin, shoulder, calf and neck with the kitchen knife. I’m not sure why, but he hid the head of the wooden mallet in an upstairs airing cupboard. There wasn’t much he could do to hide the carnage in the porch. Cast-off blood was literally spattered all over.
Too bad for Adrian Goldsmith that his police colleagues in Northamptonshire realized that the victim died as a result of a sustained blunt force assault. The blood spattered on the wall proved that she’d been battered while she was lying helpless on the floor.
Adrian Goldsmith was arrested and charged with murder. He went to trial at Stafford Crown Court in January 2016. He pled not guilty.
“I was terrified and gripped through fear, I felt it was all that separated me from life and death,” Adrian Goldsmith maintained. Riiight. He was terrified of a diminutive 93-pound woman.
When testifying about the hold he had on his wife’s neck, which he admitted was “designed to cause maximum pain”, Adrian Goldsmith said, “I squeezed as hard as I could.”
As to why he stabbed himself, the killer testified, “I didn’t want to say I have hit a woman. I wanted to be believed that I wasn’t the aggressor.”
He continued, “I did the stupidest thing, I wanted something to show for this. I picked up a knife and the first one I did was on my backside. I started pushing it in to my shoulder, neck. Not randomly placed marks, but where I thought I had come in to contact with the knife or where it just missed me.”
During cross-examination, Adrian Goldsmith said, “My wife was trying to kill me. I was not the aggressor. My actions were designed to make her stop. I wanted to cause her a lot of pain. When I hit Jill, I was thinking I’ve got to do something or I’m going to die. I had no motive to kill my wife. It was survival instinct.”
Adrian Goldsmith didn’t really help his case when he tried to make jokes on the stand. He compared his martial arts skills to contestants on “Strictly Come Dancing”, and claimed he was the “old man at the back” in self-defense classes. He sure didn’t want the jury believing he was an expert.
On January 29, 2016, the jury found Adrian Goldsmith, 50, guilty as charged. At sentencing Judge Paul Glenn said, “What was abundantly plain during the course of your trial was that you set about establishing a defense in an attempt to avoid the consequences of your actions. You lied repeatedly to the police, to the doctors who were treating you and to the prison chaplain some weeks later when you were on remand. You had caused injuries to yourself to enable the defense you ran at your trial to get off the ground.”
The judge sentenced the wife killer to a life sentence with a minimum of 15 years in prison, and ordered that he cannot be considered for parole until 2030.
Judge Glenn said, “Jill Goldsmith was a mother, a daughter and a friend of many. No sentence the court can impose can even begin to compensate for the loss and anguish the family are feeling. The nature of this attack was such that your victim would inevitably have suffered physically before she died. There were multiple blows, predominantly to the head. She must have been in terror as she fought for her life, as I am satisfied she did.”
RIP, Jill Goldsmith. I extend my sympathies to her family and friends who must miss her terribly. I’m sure she deserved a happily ever after, but her Prince Charming was a raging hellbeast in disguise.