I'm not one for forecasting the future,but here's one prediction I think will come true:

Ian Huntley will be found dead in his cell, killed by his own hand, probably by hanging.

It is after all,the way infamous killers seem to end up.

Fred West hung himself in his cell in 1995. Harold “Dr Death” Shipman hung himself in his cell in 2004.

Ian Brady, Moors Murderer, has been attempting to starve himself to death for years and unfortunately lost a legal battle to stop doctors force-feeding him. One day Brady will work up the courage to hang himself.

Huntley himself has already attempted suicide three times since being locked up for the murders of Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman.

Long before Huntley completes his 40-year sentence in 2042, he will finally succeed.

And many people will say – justice at last.

Just as they said justice at last when Soham killer Huntley had his throat slashed by a fellow inmate at Frankland Prison in County Durham.

And they will be dead wrong. It is not justice – or anything remotely resembling justice – if you have to rely on a violent crack addict to do it for you. And it is not justice if you have to rely on a murderer to take his own life.

Huntley’s attacker, Damien Fowkes, is no shining bastion of goodness, or righteous vigilante.

Fowkes robbed a family at knifepoint to feed his drug addiction. His crimes may pall next to Huntley’s double murder but he is still a card-carrying scumbag.

We are in desperate straits if we are relying on the likes of Fowkes to balance the scales of justice.

According to his stepson:“Most people will think Damien is a hero,”. “I think he should be given a medal.” Fowkes is no hero to me. Anyone who can rob a family at knifepoint to feed their appetite for crack is just a different breed of pond life.

Fowkes claims he slashed Huntley’s throat with a razor blade “for Holly and Jessica”.

That was decent of him...but I reckon that he really did it to gain notoriety as the big man who slashed the throat of the Soham murderer.

As Fowkes’ career as a violent crack addict had previously revealed little compassion for innocent members of the public, I would guess that could possibly have even been his main motivation.

Do one of these front-page murderers – before they have the chance to do themselves – and you make a name for yourself inside.

Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper, has been attacked with a broken coffee jar, half-strangled with a pair of headphones and had an eye gouged with a pen.

The Ripper has discovered what Brady has known for half a century and what Huntley is learning. If your murders make it to the front pages, then you will for ever be a marked man in prison.

And your life will be hell. As Shipman, West and Brady demonstrate, your life will eventually become unendurable.

Death will seem like the easy way out.

I look at that famous photo of Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman smiling in their Manchester United shirts and I feel no compassion for Huntley.

I look at the faces of those two beautiful children, robbed of their lives, and Huntley just seems like a boil on the face of humanity.

But I can’t join in the general rejoicing that he had his throat slashed by some crackhead. And I will not join in the general rejoicing when Huntley is found – as he will be – dead in his cell.

Justice at last? No.

It will only ever be justice when we have the moral courage to administer it ourselves.