Christopher John Malcolm Ingham was born 13th July 1985 in Leeds, Yorkshire in the North East of England. Leeds is not only infamous for being the birthplace of the notorious Jimmy Savile, but the notorious Ingham Family YouTube channel which emerged as one of the most highly regarded family vloggers on the internet.
Born to Lesley Jane Ingham and Steven Ingham, Chris had a relatively well-off upbringing, enjoying the finer things in life.
However, one thing his wealth could not buy was popularity. With very few friends and constant bullying over his ginger hair, these traits would plague him for years to come.
Chris’s insecurities over his hair would lead to future angry outbursts at the racists bullying his daughter’s and his luscious locks of ginger hair.
Through his lonely years, Chris emerged from the flames of a torrid childhood when he found rollerbooting and his new posse who watched in godly awe at his skating abilities. He would show off his 
unbeatable trick which would become his signature move in years to come. Chris eventually achieved the climax of his rollerbooting career with the best and most satisfying five minutes and 21 seconds when he released his very own Chris Ingham Documentary in 2019.
Chris Ingham found his teenage years a struggle. He was gifted academcially, so much so that he was so good at Maths, he received an award for being good. He dreamed of becoming a storm chaser and secured a place at Oklahoma University to study weather and shit. However, the pressure was just too much for one so gifted and he crumpled under the expectations his family and friends put on him. His mental health was at an all-time low which prompted his mother to call in a favour from the local doctor. The fantastic medical work from Dr Greystone is still remembered fondly by Chris as his unique approach to dealing with mental health problems instantly snapped him out of his funk… and you know what? Chris Ingham ever again had a d-head thought.
Growing up in a musical family Chris Ingham was a guitarist in his very own band called The Adventure. He did this alongside guiding 
his younger – and lesser-known – brother Dave with his music career. Dave’s band My Forever relied on Chris’s ability to promote top music to the band’s young groupies.
Chris Ingham’s suave soiree with his band groupies and cool persona gave him the rock star lifestyle he always dreamed of, including 
impressing all the women of Huddersfield (fiancée Sarah Dixon available upon request).
Of course, alongside this rock n roll life he had forged for himself, he piloted commercial airliners all round the world. Once he had clocked up sufficient airmiles Chris finally grounded himself in order to focus on his medical career with the urgent need for Dr Ingham to tend to his brain surgery patients.
Once he had learnt all da codes by heart it was time to move on and follow his next bestest passion… becoming a father. At the tender 
age of just twenty-one Chris Ingham became an instant parent when he took on his girlfriend’s young baby to raise as his own. He never looked back from that moment on.
Living The Dream
After several years of his jet-set lifestyle – flying here there and everywhere with his various top tier professions and hanging out with some of the world’s most sophisticated ladies (and gentlemen) 
and coming home each night to his beautiful girlfriend in her Frenchies – Chris Ingham found a new passion. This would make him an overnight millionaire. An opportunity to good to refuse.
Chris’s girlfriend Sarah Dixon – or Dickies Dip as he affectionately called her – having become bored at home with three young children, set up her own little community on YouTube. She would showcase 
all the struggles of being a stay-at-home mother – feeding the kids, disciplining the kids, bathing the kids… nothing was too much trouble for Dickies Dip. The community grew slowly with mainly friends and family watching – her dad, sisters and brothers. Soon after, though, more and more random strangers started watching. Oddly, quite a few appeared to be friends with her brother – particularly after that cute clip of her youngest in the bath. Making her smile that such people would be somehow interested in such content she created, she excitedly told her boyfriend Chris. He had a lightbulb moment, which caused such a rift in his brain that it near enough exploded. This was it. The opportunity he had been waiting for. Young Hollywood was finally going to get his reward for looking after Dickies Dip’s child all these years, not to mention his own two little ones. This would be his pay off.
Grabbing the camera from his girlfriend, Chris pointed it at his girls.
“That’s right!” he bellowed as his daughters and their friends played in their garden paddling pool.
“Slide down backwards,” as he stood towering over them angling the camera down to catch every angle of their tiny bodies.
“Perfect,” Chris imagined. “The content here will feed us for weeks.” Plus he had a wedding to pay for.
Chris Ingham needn’t have worried. That party in the pool – which he cleverly marketed at ‘Pool Party’ – earned him over three million views. Well over one thousand pounds. His hard work and directorial skills had paid off. Worried about a possible workers’ revolt, Chris reluctantly rewards his actors with a Friday night after school trip to the ice-cream parlour. Happy workers. Definitely eek out another viral video or two before year’s end.
The fact was life was incredible for Chris Ingham. He, and his family, were idolised wherever they went. He was finally living his brother’s rockstar lifestyle. Fans stopping for him – and his family – couldn’t even go shopping – not at all because the shopping centre banned them – without being recognised. Times were good. Rampant teen girls chanting his name wherever he went.
“Chrrrr…issss! Chrrr…issss!”
He didn’t want to wake up from this dream. He wanted this feeling to last forever. That feeling was orgasmic as he revelled in the thousands of teen girls who turned out to meet him – and his family – 
at special events. Some said it was for his step-daughter but true OG’s knew who those teens had turned out to see. Chris would do anything those girl wanted; cover himself in whipped cream, autograph their chests – whatever kept them happy. He was more than willing.
Chris Ingham’s mailbox was constantly overloaded with fans vying for his attention. It was difficult, but he found time. Unfortunately due to his wife and business partner – the ever faithful Dickies Dip – doing silly things like reading their messages, he had to insist upon moving conversations across to the more secure Snapchat. It was a pain because unfortunately those messages disappeared after twenty four hours. He would’ve love to have kept those for his memories but that pesky app wouldn’t allow it.
For his special and more adult fans – the sixteen to eighteen year old age group – Chris Ingham had a special club, dubbed the Chaifam. He made a special effort for those, wishing them a good night every single night on Twitter.
Chris Ingham was on top of the world. A self-made millionaire. Soaring high above all peasants down below, including his brother who languished in his band My Forever, touring local High Schools.
He had truly made it. King of his very own hill. Nobody could possibly stop him now.
The Allegations
Just when he thought he had it all, exactly one week after he – and his family – hit one million subscribers – news broke of a series of horrific allegations aimed towards Chris Ingham.
A sixteen year old called Jess unleashed a storm which reverberated around the internet for years to come. Her story was one of idolisation; of fear; of unwanted sexual attention. Being a fan of 
Chris Ingham’s family and, by extension, of Chris Ingham himself, Jess idolised them. She watched them every day and, when she realised her dream vacation to Disney World in Florida would coincide with the Ingham Family’s stay, she knew she just had to meet them. After she and her younger sister met the family, Chris Ingham in particular seemed enthused to have met these young fans. He meets fans all the time, nothing new. However, this was oddly different. He posted to social media a photo of the meet up saying how meeting Jess – just her and not her sister – had made his holiday. He then changed all his social media profile pictures to that one with Jess.
The weirdness did not end there. In fact that was unfortunately the least of the weirdness. Chris Ingham began messaging the sixteen year old relentlessly, including threatening to come to her hotel room while she was alone, striking fear into her. Among his many 
messages, Chris suggested they both get naked and go skinny-dipping in the pool.
Just days after Jess’s revelations, another girl cam forward. This time a 21 year old fan who had not only been offered the chance to get naked with Chris but actually took him up on th offer and had sex with him.
Chris Ingham’s life was in tatters as more and more girls came forward to tell their tales of woe with him. More than that, though, his business, his livelihood, lay in tatters. He had worked so hard for this and yet these fans who he had helped with their mental problems had the audacity to make such claims. How dare they?
Sitting in his manor house he attempted to calm his raging wife – the ever faithful Dickies Dip.
“Bayyybe! Bayyybe!” Chris shrieked across the dinner tale while pounding his hands down in the the toad-in-the-hole his mother had made for him, splashing copious amounts of gravy onto his step-daughter beside him. Everybody flinched.
“I did not have sex with that fucking slut!”
“What about the others?” cried Sarah, “the sixteen year old? The suicidal one? The fucking ‘drop that towel’ one?”
Sarah whimpered as she tried to gain control of the situation.
“No! No! No! Hell no!” They’re all lying!” Chris bit back.
The audacity of his own wife to even think that he – the great almighty Chris Ingham – would ever touch a little girl. He had three of his own for God’s sake. It was sick. So sick. He would never.
Worse was to come, though. After years of continuous uninterrupted coverage of their life, the channel blacked out… nearly. A three minute video was uploaded. Chris Ingham was nowhere to be seen. His ever-faithful – and now complicit – wife Sarah explained how there was no vlog that day, citing a ‘family emergency’.
The emergency was urgent. Everything they had worked for was under threat. Chris Ingham attempted to do some damage limitation – with his wife.
“Bayyybe! it’ll all blow over in a few days. Don’t worry. Just stick with me. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Jess’s Story
In October 2017, a young girl, just one month past her sixteenth birthday or fifteen years and thirteen months – flew out with her family on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation to Disney World Florida’. While she was there, Jess, who was a huge fan of the Ingham Family, discovered that her idols would not only be visiting Disney at the same time but would be staying in the very same hotel. Jess excitedly
messaged the Ingham Family. She asked if it would be at all possible to meet them and maybe have a picture or two taken. To her immense surprise and unbridled delight, they replied. Of course they would meet her. They loved meeting their fans.
Having agreed a time and place, Jess waited excitedly with her younger sister, who was also an avid fan. When she saw Sarah, Chris and the three girls approach, her heart skipped a beat with pure joy and nervousness. This was her moment. What would she say to them? What would they say to her?
The union went so well. The family seemed genuinely happy to meet her and even posed for a photograph with her and her sister. It was 
the best moment of her life and made an already incredible vacation even better. They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
That evening, things got a little weird.
Jess, still revelling in the natural high from meeting her idols, checked the Ingham Family’s social media pages. They had posted the photo of her and her sister posing with the family. Underneath, Chris Ingham had captioned it:
“You made my day Jess”
This seemed an intense thing to say. Jess also found it odd because her sister also met them but there was no mention of her ‘making his day’. Jess brushed it off and thought nothing more of it, until she noticed Chris had changed all his social media profile pictures to the photo with her. He never usually did when meeting fans. She found it quite weird and maybe even a little creepy.
Chris Ingham proceeded to bombard her with messages and, during one conversation where Jess was feeling bad about herself, he reassured her by saying:
“I bet I can make you feel a lot better about things and I DEFINITELY want to stay in touch when we’re all back home too.”
Wanting to stay in touch with a sixteen year old fan is a little weird. However, things got weirder when he tried to encourage her to sneak out of her hotel room at night while her family – and his – slept in their beds.
“Trust me. I bet we have a lot in common! If you can sneak out without waking anyone then deffo come meet me. I’m always up every night. I would say tonight but I have to crack on editing first. If your up in a hour or two ha! Otherwise like tomorrow or the next day come see me!”
This wasn’t the only time Chris Ingham had these thoughts in mind, he also messaged:
“I’m always up every night until late until everyone else is asleep. And often go for late night walks around the place. If your awake and about in a night time come meet me.”
The compliments rained in on Jess as Chris Ingham ramped up his grooming game.
“Your like mega pretty and you just come across as super fun! How do you not have a tonne of boyfriends back home making you feel like the most special person on earth? Virtual hug received! But only a real life will do Missy!”
Superstardom had truly engulfed Chris Ingham. He mentioned that Jess should have a tonne of boyfriends making her feel special. Ironic really, she wasn’t even that special to Chris!
Chloe’s Story
Struggling with life and finding everything difficult to cope with, nineteen year old Chloe found comfort in immersing herself in the Ingham Family’s life. Taking her away from the every day struggles, she imagined a life where she belonged and Chris and Sarah Ingham made her feel like she belonged to their family through the magic of the computer screen. Chloe even surrounded herself with all the other fans in their fan groups, chatting about the daily happenings at Ingham manor. It was here where things took a stark turn.
Within the hundreds of Ingham Family fan groups, Chris and Sarah were randomly added on a daily basis. However, they didn’t have enough time to manage so much fan interaction. Who did have enough time though? Granny Jane – Chris’s mother.
Jane Ingham used her son’s fame to fill her own void. She talked daily to fans. She even had her favourite fans. In one such fan group was Chloe who talked to Jane about her personal struggles. Jane listened intently which should have been where that ended. However, it was not. Jane knew exactly what to do. Jane knew exactly who could help. Her son. Chris would know and could be the man she needed to talk to to get her out of that funk. Without further ado, she arranged for Chloe to chat to Chris.
Chris Ingham, without hesitation, did Chris Ingham things and set about making the young girl feel better about herself. After she had 
told him all about her issues he commented:
“Let me buy you a coffee soon! and you can tell me all about it! I hate people suffering inside, especially as I have been there myself so I know how hard it is. Sometimes people just need a good friend to make them realise how special they are.”
Question is, did Chris’s wife know that he intended meeting a young fan alone for a coffee? He went on to say:
“Keep that quiet though. Obviously that’s between you and I. Especially about my mental health too.”
Chris Ingham continued to chat to Chloe and, after she sent him a 
photo stating that she was fat. Chris was very clear about his thoughts:
“Are you kidding me? Your no where near fat girl! Your perfect! Trust me. Your stunning!! x”
Managing to do what no human has done ever in the history of people and grammatically get wrong the word ‘your’ three times in quick succession, Chris Ingham bigged up his latest teen fan. He was doing his job perfectly. He was being idolised and he was helping his fans. What was wrong with that? Well, when they moved over to Snapchat and Chris made his own feelings very clear when he said:
“Right Snap me without that baggy hoody on so I can prove to you your not fat! Girl what part of you is fat anyway? your stunning! Literally gorgeous! You should be so buzzing with that figure and your face!! You should be rocking that coat and hoody off all the time! And showing off that figure!”
A case of ‘drop that hoody and resend’… I think we can all agree that his attitude and words and views right here go far beyond his role as an Influencer. A vulnerable young girl being bombarded by positive affirmations by her favourite YouTuber. No part of that sounds right. Just how vulnerable was she and what would Chris Ingham do about it? When the girl states she had a down day and could have put herself in hospital, Chris responded:
“You know I know you’ll probably never take it…But the offer of a mate is always there. Hanging out with someone as chill as I am might do you some good. I always need peeps up for coming and filming us skate.”
Well there’s an offer difficult to refuse. Suicidal but an afternoon with Chris Ingham will solve all your problems. Never mind the Samaritans, Chris is there for all occasions. The young girl went on to explain that she was ‘sat near a bridge…’ clearly in a very dark place. Chris Ingham knew exactly what would pull her out of that 
funk.
“Come hang out then you absolute dousche! And make things better in your life by by having a chill af mate like me!”
Everyone’s dream right there. Suicidal? Call Chris Ingham and he’ll fix all your problems. He’s chill as fuck so you can’t go wrong. Fortunately the girl never met up with Chris. A few weeks later Chris messaged her again making it clear that he knew he was doing wrong.
“Don’t message on here cos Sarah uses it sometimes..”
Now why would it be a problem if Sarah sees this conversation with a fan? Afterall the girl is Sarah’s fan too. Wouldn’t Sarah want to be involved in helping the girl through her difficulties?
Bella’s Story
Bella was a nineteen year old girl working diligently each day at Alton Towers. She had aspirations but was working her way in life. However, she was thrust suddenly into the limelight with a chance 
meeting with the Ingham Family. The hugely popular YouTube family vloggers were taking on Alton Towers for the weekend. Bella was a huge fan of the family so she took it upon herself to message them to see if she could meet up and perhaps have a quick selfie. She quickly received a reply to say she was welcome to interrupt their breakfast that morning.
Bella popped into the restaurant where the Ingham Family were dining and her dreams became reality. She grabbed a photo with all 
of them and that was that. However, for Chris Ingham that is never that. Later that day Chris messaged Bella and thanked her for coming to see them. Does he personally message all the fans he meets? Maybe he does. Maybe he is just that tuned in to support his fans.
Chris Ingham had some words of wisdom for the nineteen year old who had aspirations of something better than simply Alton Towers. Chris was an experienced influencer and he could help her on her way to stardom if she so wished.
“Your a proper genuine person. I could tell that from the second we met this morning. You have a real likeability about you. So that alongside the fact your easy on the eye. I reckon a YouTube and Instagram influencer would be a great thing for you.”
Luckily she’s ‘easy on the eye’ so Chris would have no trouble marketing her as an influencer. He went on to be his ever charming self…
“It’s funny you saying you don’t have much confidence. Because the first thing I thought when I met you this morning was that you must be one of those types with tonnes of it. You clearly look after yourself and your super pretty. So… you know!”
Chris Ingham had clearly found his next best mate – or more. He was at the height of his powers. Nothing could stop him. It was May 2018. This life he had created for himself would surely last an eternity. He continued to woo and wow Bella.
“Your abs and thighs are fire. You seem like a super interesting person. And that’s what you need if you ever want to try your hand at Youtube too. Those types of things would be epic to vlog. Plus you got a new best mate that can shout you out if you ever wanted to do it.”
The word grooming comes to mind, but he just might have been just being nice to his new best mate. Promising to help her get stardom 
while occasionally throwing in a few compliments to keep her interested. Chris Ingham’s conversations were so varied, as shown by his random question:
“Random question.. have you ever had a dude come onto you at work when your cleaning a room or anything like that?! Something I always wondered about hotel workers. Like propositioned you to come join him in his room?!”
After Bella had sent him a photo of herself, most likely wearing a 
towel, Chris Ingham replied to her with the following request:
“Drop that towel and resend”
Hayley’s Story
The Ingham Family were at the height of their fame and predominately girls all over the world were fawning over Sarah, Chris and the girls. Exciting times were ahead as they were preparing to finally move out of their little house and into their dream home. While Sarah was shopping for the finest quality home furnishings that Home Bargains had to offer, Chris was unleashed for an evening roller skating with the boys every Wednesday. He deserved it. He worked so hard giving his family everything they had ever wanted.
Chris Ingham’s birthday was upcoming and he had arranged a perfect birthday treat for himself. His wife would be away in London so he was free to be whoever he wanted to be for a full day – and do whoever he wanted to do at the same time.
Somewhere several hundred miles away from the Ingham Family lived a young twenty-one year old girl called Hayley. She was leading a troubled existence and decided to reach out to Chris Ingham for advice. He was always good for that. He told her to come down to see him in Leeds where he could teach him a thing or two about roller booting which was something she was interested in.
On this occasion, this particular young girl took him up on his offer. He even paid for her train ticket and arranged for her hotel room in the Ibis Hotel in Leeds. On that day in July 2017 Hayley travelled down to meet up with her idol. As she sat in her hotel room she was disturbed by an unexpected knock at the door. To her surprise Chris Ingham was on the other side when she opened it. He looked just as he imagined him. All greased and beanied up.
Chris Ingham was a man of few words as he approached her but what he did say shook the very foundations of that budget hotel.
“It is customary in Leeds to take your trousers off…”
Indeed he did take his trousers off and Chris Ingham did Chris Ingham things and had sex with that girl. He had sex with her while his wife was in London for an event. He had sex with her while his girls were at school.
A man of few words, Chris put his trousers back on and told the girl to wait right there. He left the room and went downstairs. Grabbing a napkin and a pen he came back to the room. Scribbling on that napkin he told the girl to sign it.
What was on that napkin? What was he doing?
Chris Ingham had written, on a napkin no less, a statement to say that if Hayley told anyone about their encounter, he could sue her for £250,000. Afterall, Chris was a huge celebrity figure and his entire livelihood and family could be in jeopardy if anybody found out. He needed this kept quiet. Sign the damn napkin.
The girl did sign the napkin. She was confused and scared.
What Hayley did not know or understand was that the signing of a non-disclosure agreement (NDA) after a sexual encounter would highly likely be unenforceable as any judge would see it as potentially done under coercion – as in this case – and even more problematic as it was written on a fucking NAPKIN. Any judge would laugh him out of court.
After signing the napkin the two spent the day at the skate park together where the girl would meet with Chris’s friends and watch him skate.
It was soon time to go home. Too soon some might say. Chris Ingham dropped her back off at the train station and they went their separate ways. In the months after the meeting, Hayley’s mental health dropped and she turned to Chris was help and advice. He did promise to leave his wife for her afterall. However, in her hours of need, Chris Ingham did Chris Ingham things and ghosted her. He ignored her cries for help. He had afterall taken what he needed from her. What would he have to gain from helping her now?
Almost exactly one year after their encounter the very first allegations again Chris Ingham came out. It was at that point that she knew she had to come forward and bravely tell her story. As she did and the world came to know just how bad Chris Ingham was, the star of the Ingham Family had to do damage limitation and make sure Hayley knew she was not allowed to tell her story.
“This is deadly serious. Now listen and think carefully. Another IFAM has messaged me saying you told them that about when we met. And that we slept together. Now do you remember the agreement that you signed on that day? The one where I could legally sue you for £250 thousands and you could face serious legal problems if you spoke to anyone about it.”
To this day Chris Ingham has never attempted to sue the girl, nor 
whipped out his signed napkin in court. He did have good reason to attempt to silence her though, as he continued…
“Please realise you can’t tell anyone this stuff evr. You could destroy my family and my business if anyone told Sarah things like that.”
Fortunately the girl was not going to be blackmailed and did tell everyone everything they needed to know. In the months that followed, his wife confessed to both her best friend and her mother-in-law.
What Happened Next
Second of July 2018 would forever and henceforth be known as Chris Ingham Day. This was the day the very first girl came forward to drag Chris Ingham’s name through the mud. This was the day his life – and his family’s life – would be turned upside down.
Until that point they had been living the dream. They were idolised. Fawned after. The world was at their feet. Hell, they even hit that one million milestone.
From the height of ecstasy of reaching one million subs to the lows of the Chris Ingham allegations in exactly one week.
In the immediate days after Chris Ingham was outed the family went into hiding with an impromptu getaway at their favourite holiday destination at Forest Holidays, while Isabelle, the eldest of the three children was whisked away by her paternal grandparents for a short trip to Spain. Her biological father’s parents did a good job getting her away from the chaos that surrounded them.
Just eleven days after Chris Ingham had been accused of sending highly inappropriate messages to a barely sixteen year old child, his wife dropped the biggest of bombshells into the fire that was burning around the once great family vloggers. Taking her lovely, yet hated, 
husband out for a birthday meal – one year to the day after he slept with a fan – she handed over a beautifully wrapped box. Inside Chris found the most perfect gift. A peed on stick. Sarah Ingham’s urine had dripped all over that. He would cherish it forever.
Yes, there was also a positive pregnancy notification on that stick.
The timing was either horrendous or perfect. Bringing a child into the hate which surrounded them was surely a bad idea. Having a 
child with a man you hate was surely a bad idea. Then again, what better distraction from the hate Chris Ingham had caused than a pregnancy? This could turn public opinion back in their favour. Perhaps it could also be used for sympathy votes?
That sympathy vote was needed sooner than he thought. After a week long holiday to Crete they set off for a holiday of a lifetime to Australia. Should have been a dream trip away in a lovely warm climate – if, of course, they had gone in the correct time of year. As it happened, the Ingham Family traipsed around the Australian 
landscape in their #IFAM one million gold trimmed hoodies like some sort of budget girl band. Sarah bundled up on Bondi Beach when she should have been sunbathing.
Adding to the dismal feel of their holiday from hell, Chris Ingham sat in the basement of their prison-looking apartment block and recorded an impassioned plea for the hate to stop. Enough was enough.
“I’m going to be talking to you about a few of thing that has been going on behind the scenes with me and my family over the past couple of months. And more importantly the reason for my silence throughout the last two months with regards this specific topic. This is the one and only time I am going to address this. After this video I am not going to be addressing this again. A lot of people out there have wrongly jumped to so many conclusions about me. Wrongly and ignorantly named and labelled me so many things, twisted so much, made so many presumptions about so many things that are just completely wrong and disgusting.”
Chris Ingham’s voice echoed around the basement where he huddled, trying to get his defence in. That defence was missing in his words, though. He was wrongly named things and people wrongly jumped 
to conclusions about him. Yet he never mentions what the accusations were or his side of things.
“The only reason I have stayed quiet and not addressed this until now was because of the advice given to me by our legal team. We have some of the best lawyers in the country that support me, that support us as a family, that support our business. Their advice from the very start was to put out an initial statement on my Twitter, which I did, and I was to say absolutely nothing. I wasn’t to address this on my channel, or otherwise. I wasn’t to rise to any hate on any level, no matter how bad it was and believe me, that alone has been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.”
It was nothing to do with being guilty or being anything the haters portrayed him as. It was simply due to legal advice. Chris Ingham said it best though, when he said:
“Let me make this very clear. Have I done anything – anything – that could be classed as sexually grooming somebody? No! Hell no! Am I a paedophile? No! Hell no! Am I a sexual predator? No! No!! Have I ever done anything that could be classed as sexually inappropriate to anybody? No! Now enough is enough!”
Chris Ingham made it clear, even though it was so difficult for himself personally to cope with the accusations, his main priority was his poor girls who were going through hell.
“The one thing in all of this that really disturbs me is the complete and utter lack of regard for my children in all of this. Those poor innocent girls that don’t deserve any of this. Those poor girls that are currently having their lives tainted and ruined in ways that none of you could imagine.”
Chris Ingham’s poor innocent children were caught up in this furore that their father had created. There was no stopping it. A monster had been unleashed. The situation was bad too. After much speculation, the full truth of their visit to Australia came out.
“As we arrived in Australia we all came through immigration together. I was asked to step to one side and Sarah and the girls were told they could carry on and enter the country, but I was taken to a holding cell. I was stripped of my phones. I was stripped of my computer, my iPads and everything else I had on me. I was put in a holding cell and I was left there for three hours, not knowing why I was being held, not being told anything at all. Absolutely terrified and scared out of my mind. My poor wife, who is very early pregnant who hadn’t been to sleep all night and she had been told to go out into the terminal and her husband had been taken away and she was left there with three children who were desperate to know where their dad was, why I’d been taken away. Sarah worried out of her mind, no idea what was happening with me, nobody told her anything, nobody was talking to her at all. So she was worried sick for three hours. My pregnant, pregnant wife, who hadn’t slept, who is suffering so badly right now with morning sickness. She had to sit in an airport terminal for alone with three children who were desperately anxious and terrified about where their dad was.”
It seems somebody had made an anonymous tip-off to Border Control in Australia. Chris Ingham’s poor poor pregnant wife and poor poor innocent children had to suffer.
For the next year the hate was incessant on Chris Ingham. He was reported whenever and wherever he went. Businesses and sponsors cancelled their association with him before they’d even begun, hotels were made aware of his presence, risking his family’s holidays. Chris Ingham just could not escape his recent past no matter how hard he tried to brush it under the rug. He was not allowed to forget his indiscretions.
Chris Ingham was not allowed to address the allegations, as per his legal advice. However, they never said anything about fighting back anonymously. This was a war of attrition as Chris, Sarah and close family and friends fought back over what they deemed to be an injustice on the patriarch of the family. Venomous words spewed out of some of the internet’s most vitriolic troll accounts.
Before the first anniversary of Chris Ingham’s allegations though, Sarah’s best friend in the whole world Nikki, who had appeared in many of their videos, spilled the tea on everything they had done behind the scenes.
Chris Ingham had indeed slept with the twenty-one year old fan as per the allegations. Sarah had let that one slip during an argument.
Chris, Sarah, Katrina – Sarah’s sister – Nikki and even Granny Jane had been behind most of the worst troll accounts who had attacked Chris’s victims and their supporters.
Chris Ingham had been promised by the world’s best legal team that things would die down over time. Just say nothing and people will forget. People did not forget though. Everywhere Chris went for the next seven years years, he was constantly reminded and as their once famous, now infamous, YouTube channel petered out into oblivion there only existed the remnants of a life full of adoring teenage girls.
Babies
There is one thing YouTube family channels can bank on to bring in views and money – babies. People want to see your birth story; pregnancy; raw birth; everything to do with that baby. That’ll get the views up. Fortunately for Chris Ingham, he had managed to get his wife knocked up amid the storm he had created with the teen girls allegations. He now had something to swing the public in his favour. 
Surely they’d leave him alone now they were expecting?
That baby was born in March 2019 when Sarah gave birth in front of her own personal camera crew. Her doting husband followed her into the ward, capturing every precious moment, including the very moment when the baby slipped out of her. That day could not have gone any better for Chris Ingham as he delighted in the fact the hospital had a 24 hour Costa 
Coffee shop – and the birth of his first son made that coffee taste all the sweeter.
With views dwindling on their YouTube channel, Sarah had to take another one for the team and allow Chris to impregnate her again. This baby was born under a cloud as her 
parents were still reeling from the latest outrage aimed at them. Endangering their children – and unborn baby – in the waters of Scotland, they were given a stern warning by a water safety expert. This freaked them the hell out and the internet was abuzz with Chris Ingham being confronted.
This scare led them to go into hiding and, despite assurances to their 
fans that they would not do this, they reappeared having given birth with no warning to their declining ifam.
A third and final YouTube baby was born two years later with views at an all time low. Even this birth could not revive them. The two ageing, now parents of six, former YouTube heartthrobs thought long and hard over the naming of the new baby. Chris Ingham made one suggestion. Would his wife go for it? He pushed. She recoiled. He pushed again. What a win if he could pull this one off. She nodded her head. The deal was done. Sealed.
Their newest baby’s middle name would be Bella. Nobody would remember. Surely? Chris Ingham had somehow managed to persuade his wife that naming their child after one of the girls at the centre of the allegations would be a great idea. A constant reminder for Sarah. She’ll know her place now. Never forget Dickies Dip.
Van Life
With the constant hate aimed towards him, Chris Ingham just needed to get away all the time. He hated staying at that house, at home. He didn’t feel safe. The neighbours hated him. They shouted abuse at him. The public shouted abuse wherever he went. He wanted – needed – to get away, to a place nobody knew him.
They had always loved ‘travelling’. They ‘travelled’ to Disney, obviously, they ‘travelled’ to all inclusive resorts all over Europe. Hear me out – what if they could use that love of travelling to travel all the time? Chris Ingham had been watching videos of full time #VanLifers and he just knew that was the life for him.
It took quite some convincing to get his wife into a small confined space on a months long road trip, but it happened. Of course it 
happened. Chris Ingham gets his way 99.9% of the time.
The first van trip they took was across Europe, taking in all the beaches and pools of France and Spain. They had never experienced these beaches before. Definitely worth visiting for different water types. Especially good for more video clips of your young daughters than you could imagine.
Chris Ingham felt something different on this trip. He felt free. Nobody knew him. Nobody abused him. He felt safe. This was definitely the life for him.
Their next van trip was a year later as they dragged their caravan – with their falling apart Range Rover – to Spain. A twist of fate saw them stranded on a garage forecourt in somewhere they couldn’t 
even spell, let alone know where it was. Their ever faithful Range Rover had taken a turn for the worse and was no longer fit for purpose. What now? How would they get out of this latest sticky situation?
Enter Chris Ingham. Just call him Super Chris. He was the patriarch of that family. The owner. He would heroically save the day. That was his calling. Jumping on the first boat that was heading back home, he left his pregnant wife alone with four children. When he arrived back home, he grabbed the spare car and sped back to the 
port where he would come back across the Channel to meet up with his family once more.
Disaster continued to rain down on Chris Ingham. As he left the boat on the shores of Spain, his tyre popped. You know the car he had just raced across Europe to retrieve? Yes, that one. That tyre. He was forced to stay in a hotel overnight while he awaited a new tyre. He did need the rest though. He was tired. Exhausted. Delusional perhaps. He could almost see Prinny Woo in his mind’s eye. His dog. If you were lucky enough to be awake that late, Chris Ingham gave a beautiful rendition of the Prinny Woo song.
The thoughts still linger – just who was it that knocked so beautifully on his door so late?
Did Chris Ingham arrive back in time to rescue his family? In true Chris style, swooped in and saved the day. Sarah and the kids were delighted to see him again. He had never steered them wrong and could always be relied upon to make their lives brighter.
That road trip disaster of 2020 was not enough to put Chris Ingham off. No sireeeee. In fact, he was spurred on by this. His dream was to convert a van into a roadworthy campervan. Searching the directory of all used delivery vans he managed to find the perfect project. This would be simple. All those hours of tutorial watching 
would finally pay out. How hard could it be to install a full electrical circuit underneath seats where young children would sleep?
Kitted out with every van accessory he ever dreamed of, he set off with his more than willing companions, all squashed into minimal spacing. His eldest girls would absolutely love the coffin he’d built for them. Who wouldn’t?
With a compact vehicle Chris Ingham could now access the narrow and winding roads which were previously inaccessible. He loved this van life. He could now while away the rest of his life in perfect harmony, in the mountains of Scotland, in the potato fields of Ireland. Wherever the wind took him. He could escape the hate of the inner towns and cities. The hate had been relentless. Now he could take back control of his decimated life. Oh, and his family could do so too.
Each year from then on Chris Ingham travelled in style. Whether it be his caravan or his camper van or his baby, the converted former DPD Delivery Van. At least once, sometimes twice, per year Chris 
Ingham bundled his ever growing family into the back of one or more of his scrapyard vehicles and forced them to love the life he was always meant to lead.
This was the life. This was van life.
Scam Life
With the imminent downfall of his social media empire, Chris Ingham was looking at ways to build something for himself – and his family – to keep that cash rolling in. What could he possibly do to make that dream a reality?
We know a lot about Chris Ingham. We know his favourite van. We know his favourite headwear. We know his favourite child. However, there’s one thing nobody knows about Chris Ingham. He was an avid writer. He’s told a few tall tales in his time. Now he was ready to share with the world just how much of a linguistical genius he was.
Putting pen to paper, he put all his sweat – from his dripping beanie – into this forty page masterpiece. His people will love it. His minions will love it. His wife will love it.
Tales of how he managed to build a social media empire, none of which involved using anybody – not least his own children – to get to 
the top of his industry. He had made nearly two million pounds in the online marketing game and he was ready to spill his secrets to anyone with a spare tenner.
Having spent months upon months toiling amid the blood, sweat and tears he put into those forty pages, he had a last minute moment of inspiration and another thirty pages were written within days. Time was upon us. Ready to launch.
Weeks of teasers and finally everyone had their hands on a copy of his biggest achievement to date – not his wife, although he’d certainly sell her for a tenner as well. The book. The tutorial. How to Escape The Matrix.
Pages upon pages of information on how to become as financially free as Chris Ingham was. All you needed to do was become Chris Ingham, be one with his needs and desires. And pop your email in his newsletter sign up.
Once you had popped that email in his special little box, you were subjected – I mean treated – to offers you could only ever dream of. These would definitely get your entrepreneurial fluids flowing. Chris Ingham had made hundreds of thousands of dollars – definitely dollars and not pounds – using these very same methods and now he was graciously willing to share his secrets with you. Why would you not? Chris Ingham lived in a luxury penthouse apartment in downtown Dubai – the residence of the rich and powerful and sometimes devious. Just follow his ways and you won’t go wrong.
For just six hundred dollars you would not only have access to a course which Chris Ingham absolutely definitely devised himself, but you would have exclusive rights to resell the full course and make pure bucks back.
This was a no-brainer. Only silly unintelligent people would question it.
Chris Ingham was flooded with sales. His seven customers raved about how incredible the course was and how their idol gave help and guidance every step of the way. They never batted an eyelid when Chris stopped selling that course which was the best thing since sliced apples and began selling a better different course which was going to make them richer.
Chris Ingham lived the life on Dubai beaches, pools, visiting the B&M Bargains of Dubai daily. His customers would soon learn the ways of Chris Ingham’s Force. They would soon know and experience what it was to be Chris Ingham.
Chris Ingham set up incarnation after incarnation of a Chris Ingham support group – a place where his entrepreneurial friends could come and discuss ways to make money. Chris would be there too – occasionally – to offer links to experts advising how to make it big.
Chris Ingham found a brand new project, revenue stream, one that would be his big ticket into the big time. This would make him rich. Hell, it was already making him pure tens of pounds. The outlook and prospects were undeniably bright. Crypto.
This was an untouched market. He could buy some Crypto for a few quid and sell for thousands. Surely? Using this opportunity to show his worth and value to his new friends he advised the group to spend actual money on a guaranteed tip. A guaranteed winner. A guaranteed horse, perhaps? Sounding very similar to another pastime, Chris Ingham failed to give a disclaimer that you could lose any money you spend. Yep, they all lost the lot.
Chris Ingham stood by his new gambling theory of becoming rich and his wife stood by watching him gamble with his children’s futures.
Good plan.
The End
As Chris Ingham’s life began to falter, everything began coming to light. Everything he had been up to was becoming clearer and clearer. He could no longer hide it.
For years Chris Ingham had poured his heart and soul into turning his misdemeanours around and dragging himself – and his family – out of the mire, through the mud, and onto the embankment back to relative calm. Doing this, though, he spent and spent and spent. He maxed out credit card upon credit card. He moved money around. Bought vehicles and sold them as necessary. Remortgaged their dream home. Refused to pay tax and anybody else who dared to lend them money. Chris Ingham knew he would be okay. His wife never checked their bank account anyway. As long as she was given a daily spending allowance for her plastic plant obsession, she was happy.
[Enter crying face emoji]. Things took a turn for the worse as Chris Ingham’s financial irregularities had a bright light shone on them. He still thought he had the perfect excuse. Sarah would never guess, 
nor find out. She did know about The Ingham Family Limited’s debts but she also was told – by her ever faithful, never steer her wrong, husband – that those debts would be wiped away if they simply liquidated the company. Easy. Done.
Unfortunately for her this was not strictly true and those pesky haters were not afraid to let her know. Sarah defended her corner, even though she was wrong. Oddly, though, Chris Ingham was more than happy for her to make a fool of herself as she put up her defence.
More and more of Chris Ingham’s financial wrongdoings were being exposed as it came to light that he had copious amounts of County Court Judgements (CCJs) registered against his name. This would pose a major problem for him and his family. He would never likely get credit or a mortgage ever again.
Chris Ingham’s business empire was crumbling about his ears, his financial position was looking bleak. To his credit he carried on, upbeat and ready to tackle the world. Don’t worry, an Ingham always lands the right way up. He would be just fine.
Chris Ingham’s life has been one of scrutiny, hate, accusations and allegations. It’s not one for the faint-hearted. He landed the dream main character role in his own life and that’s all that Chris Ingham could have wished for.
Jealousy rained down on him. He did not care. Jealous haters had made him the man he was today. Rich. Powerful. Untouchable.
