Finally, the families get justice. Now the inquest is over, and the verdicts delivered, we get to see the evidence, and to watch the excellent documentary which TV was finally allowed to screen. To me, one of the great discoveries of this story was the academic who patiently worked to uncover what happened to the notes made by police on duty. First shock: senior officer tells them to put nothing in their pocketbooks. For a copper in the 80s, your pocketboojk is your bible, it's where you put everything that matters. But not at Hillsborough. At Hillsborough, you're given a blank sheet on paper, on which to write your recollections of the day. This is then typed up, into version 2, when someone goes through it very carefully crossing out any mention of errors in police tactics (of which there were plenty), any detail which might give a crumb of comfort to a relative who didn't think their deceased family member was a drunken hooligan. After that very detailed process, version 3 is typed up, very short, very neat, with the legend "signed" at the bottom - although it isn't. None of this is made up. It was all sitting in the House of Lords library, waiting for someone patient enough to dig it up, to correlate the different versions, and to prove beyond all possible doubt that senior police officers knew there were huge mistakes by commanding officers, but would go to considerable effort and expense to prevent that being known.