I ANDREW SIMON KOUPPARIS of [...] MAKE OATH AND SAY as follows:-

	In 1987 I lived with my mother and brother Jason at 12 
Strickland Court, Fenwick Road, London SE15 4HP.
	Between 7 and 14 June 1986, I spent a two week vacation with my 
brother Panos and his wife Kyriacoulla at their home; 6a Sina Street, 
Nicosia, Cyprus. Kyriacoulla told me that Panos was seeing a 
psychiatrist named Dr Panos Sophocleous. She said that his life was 
being controlled by pills. Panos said, "I am controlled by pills, my 
life is based on them." He told me that he was taking medications to 
help him sleep, stay awake, stimulate his appetite, stop him from 
shaking, help him relax and so on. He had enough pills in his room to 
stock a chemist shop.
	During my stay I often saw Panos taking tablets, usually 
several times a day. Kyriacoulla was present on many occasions, she 
would often remind him to take them and sometimes he would ask her 
what pills he had to take. He told me that he relied on her because 
he had difficulty in concentrating on complicated details. To 
illustrate this he showed me a typical dose of his drugs. I recall 
seeing him take six to eight tablets comprising three or four 
different colours and sizes. He took these three or four times a day. 
Kyriacoulla obviously knew what he was taking, I was aware that she 
was replenishing his supplies every few days from the pharmacy.
	Panos spent a lot of time in bed during the day. Kyriacoulla 
would select his medications, take them into the bedroom with a glass 
of water, wake him and administer them to him.
	Kyriacoulla was especially involved with what he ate. She was 
always reminding him about his food. I noticed that she prepared 
special meals for him. She would choose his food and quiz waiters 
about recipes and ingredients before ordering at restaurants. He 
could not eat anything with preservatives, cheese, smoked meats, 
alcohol, tinned food, runner beans, bananas and many other things. 
They both told me on various occasions that the wrong food in 
conjunction with his medicines could lead to a fit or even death. 
Panos told me that he had to be careful not to make any sudden 
movements otherwise he would faint. He said that this was one of the 
side-effects of the drugs he was taking.
	Throughout my stay in Cyprus, Panos was very subdued and 
withdrawn, but, apart from his lapses of concentration and pronounced 
lethargy, he did not exhibit any signs that led me to believe that he 
was not in control of his faculties.
	I realised that everyone living around them was aware of his 
mental problems. His neighbours, Kyriacoulla's parents, her younger 
sister, Litsa Hallouma, and all the other relatives and friends that 
I met during my stay knew about his condition.
	In late March 1987 Panos arrived in London alone and 
unannounced. He booked into the Intercontinental Hotel Park Lane. I 
saw him taking quite a few tablets during his visit. He said they 
were to help him sleep but from what I could see he was getting very 
little sleep. He stayed up all night with the television and radio 
going full blast. He told me that he had been cured and felt that it 
was time to take control of his life. I formed the impression that 
his visit would be very short, perhaps ten days or so. He said that 
he had to return to Cyprus before he ran out of medications.
	I am not sure how it came about but after about two weeks he 
announced that Kyriacoulla and Marie would be joining him in London. 
Panos hired a chauffeur-driven limousine, collected them from 
Heathrow Airport and booked his family into the Intercontinental 
Hotel. My family visited them at the hotel the next day. I noticed 
that Kyriacoulla had brought Panos quite a large quantity of 
medicines. These were arranged in a neat pile on a dresser in their 
room whilst Panos' original medicines were still lying around at our 
home.
	On one occasion, my mother, Jason and me had stayed with 
Kyriacoulla at the Intercontinental while Panos was out with some 
friends. Mr Christopher Joseph, who was mentioned by several 
prosecution witnesses, arrived at the hotel around 10 p.m. He told 
Kyriacoulla that he had found Panos with a group of teenagers in the 
lobby of the Churchill Hotel. They were making a nuisance of 
themselves so he invited them back to a penthouse apartment in St 
John's Wood to find out what was going on.
	He told us that the teenagers had started smoking cannabis and 
he had thrown them out. He said that Panos had collapsed shortly 
after that and was in a dreadful state. He said that he had called a 
doctor who was looking after Panos and had come to tell Kyriacoulla 
what had happened and ask her for an explanation. He said that Panos 
was seriously mentally ill and told her to take him to a doctor. 
	My mother and I were horrified at this news but Kyriacoulla 
said that there was nothing wrong with Panos, he was not taking any 
medicines and did not need a doctor. When Mr Joseph persisted she 
told him to mind his own business. He left and shortly returned with 
Panos who appeared very dazed and went to bed immediately. 
	Afterwards, my mother and I confronted Kyriacoulla but she was 
adamant that Panos did not need a doctor. She said that she had been 
looking after him for a long time and knew better than us or Chris 
Joseph. She assured us that Panos was completely cured and repeated 
that she would not be taking him to see any doctor. Because I had 
seen Panos so depressed in Cyprus, I thought that his condition had 
improved and was prepared to accept that Kyriacoulla was right about 
him. Especially as I knew that she had been in close touch with Dr 
Evthokas who was reputedly better than his previous psychiatrist, Dr 
Sophocleous.
	Although she had told Mr Joseph that Panos was not taking any 
medicines in our presence, in fact, she had been instrumental in 
ensuring that he had taken them. She was always asking him if he had 
taken his pills or reminding him to take them. Panos had been in the 
habit of leaving his drugs lying about before his wife and daughter 
had arrived, often forgetting where he had put them. When Kyriacoulla 
arrived she took control of his supplies and always made sure that 
they were kept safely away from Marie, usually in her handbag.
	Panos decided to take us all to Cornwall over the Easter week-
end. Kyriacoulla seemed very keen on this idea but my family and I 
did not want to go. We eventually agreed to join them in order to 
keep an eye on Panos who was now almost completely out of control. 
When we arrived at St. Ives there were several incidents and Panos 
was arrested while he was out with Jason and me..
	We told Kyriacoulla what had happened. Her attitude was that 
these events were to be expected. She said, that's typical, and 
warned us not to tell our mother about what had happened. At the 
breakfast table, she lied to her about Panos' whereabouts and 
succeeded in concealing the facts from her. Someone came to our table 
and asked for Mrs Koupparis. Kyriacoulla identified herself and the 
man asked her to accompany him. They returned shortly and Kyriacoulla 
pointed out Jason who also left with the man for a few minutes. Jason 
later told me that the man was from the police and had interviewed 
him about Panos. My mother remained unaware of Panos' arrest.
	Later that morning Panos was brought to the hotel by Mr David 
Harvey, his solicitor. He had been released on police bail. Jason and 
I joined Panos and Kyriacoulla in their room. I heard Kyriacoulla 
tell him that the policeman had said that a doctor had diagnosed 
Panos as suffering from hypo-mania. They were arguing. Panos was 
saying that it was "yuppie-mania" and trying to convince Kyriacoulla 
that she had misheard the word. He said he would be all right if he 
stopped taking his medicines but Kyriacoulla told him not to stop. 
"You must keep taking your medicines," she said, "exactly as your 
doctor has ordered." Panos said that he had missed his dose for the 
previous night and was wondering whether he should take it in the 
morning. I saw him rummaging through Kyriacoulla's handbag looking 
for his medicines. He retrieved several different packets of blister-
packs and the small glass bottle that I now know held the Halcion 
tablets.
	After St. Ives, the incidence of violence escalated. One day he 
threw a tantrum in the bedroom. He ripped the door off a cupboard and 
smashed it to pieces while threatening to kill us all. He was 
hollering like a lunatic. We were all terrified.
	One evening, around the beginning of May, while his family were 
staying with us, the worst incident took place. Kyriacoulla took her 
shoe off and slammed the heel down hard on his head. He exploded! He 
jumped up and started attacking her. My mother tried to intervene but 
he threw a punch that almost knocked her out. Kyriacoulla fought with 
him but he was unstoppable. Eventually, he beat her into submission 
and proceeded to humiliate her in front of us.
	My mother helped her into the bathroom. Panos was saying that 
he and Kyriacoulla had fallen down the stairs. I noticed that he was 
limping quite badly. When my mother brought Kyriacoulla out of the 
bathroom she could not walk and complained of chest pains. I felt 
very ill. Panos appeared to take on the role of a doctor. He started 
diagnosing Kyriacoulla and myself. He said that her ribs were 
fractured and insisted that I took some yellow pills. I did not want 
to take them but I could not face another argument. I took what he 
gave me and within a few minutes I went to bed and fell asleep 
immediately. Later that night my mother ran into my room and locked 
us both in. I think that Panos' subsequent behaviour had frightened 
her again.
	The next evening I saw that Kyriacoulla's swollen features were 
punctuated by two huge, black eyes. I heard that my mother had driven 
them both to hospital during the early hours of the morning. It took 
Kyriacoulla many days to gain her mobility and recover fully. Panos 
had difficulty walking for a while too. Astonishingly, Panos seemed 
convinced that they had fallen down the stairs together while 
Kyriacoulla was telling her friends on the telephone that they had 
been mugged!
	Kyriacoulla supported everything that Panos said. He told me 
that he had discovered the secret of turning sea water into gold, 
that Dr Nicholas Vites was his partner in the venture and that I 
would become a millionaire if I joined them. He told me about a new 
type of wheel clamp that he had invented that would sell to the 
Ministries of Transport all over the world. (After I was released 
from prison, Mr O'Byrne of Prescot Commodities called to ask what 
Panos wanted done with a wheel clamp that he had left at his office!) 
They told me about a design for a radio-controlled, cashless parking 
meter system and went on about producing Arabic Filofaxes for 
Moslems, Hebrew ones for Jews and countless other variations on the 
same theme.
	Kyriacoulla was backing Panos all the way. They challenged me 
by saying that I worked in a boring job as a sales assistant. Panos 
said, "If you invest in me, it's your chance of a lifetime to get out 
of Burtons and be a rich man." Kyriacoulla was encouraging me too, 
she said, "It's all going to work. Look at me, I've left my job in 
Cyprus and we are both going to work really hard at it." She was very 
enthusiastic and I was impressed by the fact that she had left a very 
good job at the British High Commission in Cyprus to work with Panos.
	Their projects included forming and managing pop-groups, 
promoting fashion models, a health clinic in Cyprus, a cure for 
baldness (a mixture of Minoxidil and a secret ingredient discovered 
by Dr Vites), something about rats, snakes and fleas, stick-on nylon 
toupees, afro-wigs and the WAR Foundation which was to campaign 
against smoking. He was also planning a computerised surgical 
instrument delivery service to third world countries and the 
conversion of a UK hotel owned by Mr Christopher Joseph into an AIDS 
clinic.
	They both described a cure for AIDS that Panos had discovered. 
He showed me a blue plastic folder containing little test tubes 
filled with coloured liquids and some vacuum-assisted blood sampling 
syringes. He said that this was his AIDS test. He even tried to 
persuade me to give him a blood sample. I refused.
	Kyriacoulla and Panos both said that they had consulted Dr 
Vites on the AIDS project and I recall that Panos had visited him at 
his home in Manchester. If there was one single reason why we did not 
get Panos to a doctor ourselves, it was because we knew that his 
partner was a doctor! Surely, Dr Vites would have noticed if there 
was something seriously wrong with Panos? Instead, he had agreed to 
join him in some of his ventures and had even signed a contract for 
£12,000 a year which Panos and Kyriacoulla had shown me in order to 
persuade me to give them more money.
	No matter how absurd and unlikely it all sounds now, with 
Kyriacoulla's unwavering endorsement and people like George Michael, 
Madonna, Elton John, Dr Vites and a Marilyn Monroe look-a-like 
apparently involved, I was eventually persuaded to part with the last 
few hundred pounds of my entire savings.
	In retrospect his ideas were quite insane. I now know that 
these were text-book examples of paranoid psychoses, but at that 
time, neither my family nor I had any knowledge of these matters. We 
relied on Kyriacoulla entirely. Panos had a way of putting things 
that made even the downright impossible sound perfectly feasible. His 
knowledge of scientific matters is far beyond that of most people, 
therefore, it was simply impossible for us to know whether gold could 
be extracted from sea water or not. His explanation seemed rational. 
I did not know then that this idea was lifted straight out of Jules 
Verne's book about Captain Nemo.
	After my release, my mother and I delivered Panos' medicines to 
Mr Frank Campion, the solicitor acting for Panos at the time. We 
retained a couple tablets from each package for reference purposes.

Sworn at

A Koupparis

This		day of	26 AUG 1993	1993


Before me,

The present document has been
signed in my presence to-day by Mr. Andreas Simon Koupparis
				holder of Brit. ppt. No. 005659311.

Consul-General
Cyprus High Commission
London, England.

Date: 26 AUG 1993

[CY£5 and seal of the Republic of Cyprus attached.]