Well, (nudges left breast upwards in a Les Dawson fashion)...my theories are based on gut feeling, speculative guesswork, Occums Razor and the other bloke who offered up the polar opposite to Mr Occum argument. This may ruffle feathers.
SPECULATION ALERT!!
Lets go down the Occum route first and offer up some networked mind mapping as we go...
Corrie is an RAF Gunner. Additionally, he is singled out by his piers as having a softer and more compassionate side and so is elevated to the lofty heights of Gunner (Team Medic) as is the norm in that culture. His 'softer side' is self evident by his old Facebook status. Long blond fringe, boyish looks, pink tops and apparently comfortable with his sexuality. A far cry from the machismo, testosterone fuelled team that he supports. He's already 'special' and different. Even though he's part of a well groom team of gentleman yobs, he's socially on his own due to his dress sense and 'caring personality. Infanteers have a penchant for eating raw dead animals and covering anything remotely female (unless your one of the new female infanteer breed obviously).
The lads have had an early stack and Corrie being the junior member probably gets the end of week jobs to clear up (unsubstantiated) before he Bimbles out to meet them in Flex. He drives down mid evening in his two seater, blue BMW Z4 and parks in the adjacent carpark(?). He has some catching up to do with regards to merriment. After bumping into work colleagues (or not?), Corrie starts to catch up and the alcohol takes effect slightly faster than anticipated. His judgment starts to be impaired and the softer side disappears making way for an over compensatory social attitude. Loud, arrogant and yobbish, Corrie makes no hesitation in annoying the inhabitants of the club and either decides to leave because he's been frozen out by his piers or has been ejected by his own social group. He arranges to meet them later to share a lift home at 0330 before leaving. The alcohol/blood curve is getting steeper even though he's not drinking. Off he goes to Mario's for a kebab. The short walk and cooler air aid the blood/alcohol toxicity resulting in the usual conclusion.
At
0100/0115, hee bumps into an American friend from a nearby airbase and this prompts him to call others there to extend his short lived night(?). He stops to talk to a homeless person and offers him some food, engaging in a clipped but pleasant conversation abouts his wanderings on his own. 'They're still in the club mate. Suppose I'm walking home lol'(?) is the retort. He wanders towards the Cornhill Square (taxi rank) to find a taxi or his lift.
Corrie walks past the Grapes pub and drops his garlic satchet(?). He's a consciensous chap and doesn't want to leave litter in the street. He sits semi recumbent a short distance away in Hughes doorway as the alcohol takes hold, sending a picture of him and a friend to his brother(?). How else would he sleep if not recumbent? Several people notice him and ask if he's alright (no evidence of this as the full CCTV hasn't been released that I'm aware of?) He sets his alarm on his phone AND watch like all good Boy Scouts just in case he doesn't hear either. He dozes as a thief cycles past/walks past from the night shift and he checks on him. No response. The thief relieves Corrie of his Nokia and momentarily is pleased with his nightly takings(?).
Here lies the dilemma for me:
Either,
1. The thief is unable to unlock the phone so chuck it in the paper bin.
This would explain Corrie jogging, the lack of forensic evidence of the phone being found in the bin lorry, the 11kg weight of the bin, no
2. The thief is momentarily startled by the phones alarm going off and chucks it in the PAPER bin.
3. Or he cycles over to Barton Mills mast area where he/she is accommodated, at 12mph and at roughly the same time as the bin lorry.
OR,
4. At 0308 Corrie's uses his phone again AND his watch alarm goes off. He decides he's late for his lift home so breaks into a jog, dodging the concrete plant pots and trees along the pedestrianised area on the second CCTV footage, bumping into the individual(?) in the doorway between the Nail Bar and Boots, then slowing down to see if he really did do that ("I know I'm drunk but did I really just bump into/see someone in the doorway?"). Not being able to confirm what he saw himself, he makes his way to the taxi rank/lift in Cornhill Square and is lost by CCTV. The vector and direction of his footsteps can be clearly seen in the footage. Either that or the rear of that area is know on a night out as a pick up place for taxis or lifts home (confirmation please). At 0320, his second alarm goes off for his lift. He has a few moments spare and decides to relieve himself between the blue and red bin. Bin placement being an habitual process I would suggest it'll be in the same position today as it was then.
He places his black Nokia on the black bin lid and fumbles for his appendage in the blackened loading bays of the shops. At 0330 and after a satisfactory relievement, he wonders off to Cornhill after being startled by the approaching bin lorry' headlights.
This is where Corrie accepts a lift from:
a. A registered taxi.
b. An unlicensed taxi.
c. A car with an occupant per porting to be from 'the base'.
d. A pre arranged lift from a work colleague from earlier that evening.
e. A pre arranged lift from a 'social networking group other than <modsnip>[facebook] etc (Grdr, Tndr?)
Meanwhile, the bin lorry does a u turn, places itself in a reversing position and backs up to the appropriate bin in the limited light. We're led to believe it's the paper bin. More on this later. The operator exits the rights hand side of the vehicle and being temporarily distracted by the parked cars, early morning and limited light doesn't notice the black phone on the black bin lid. The whole lifting operation takes a matter of seconds (30?). The bins weight is recorded as 11kg and the phone slides off into the bin lorry's capacious interior. The driver reverses the operation to lower the bin, wheels it a few feet to its original position and leaves for his next collection towards Barton Mills mast area. Remember the vehicle has a reversing camera NOT a recording camera on the rear. Corrie suddenly realises that he placed his phone on the bin lid, nips back around the corner to the bin and sees the bin lorry leaving. He rushes into Cornhill and accepts ANY lift available that is willing to follow the bin lorry. The bin lorry proceeds along its route at an average of 12mph (I don't believe this to be honest) until the bumps in the roads and constant stop/start of the lorry, relieve the phone of its battery at 0400.
Without communication, in totally the wrong direction and under the influence, Corrie asks the driver of the car to take him to Mildenhall where he MAY be able to sleep off in transit accommodation and make contact with base when he's sober.
RESULT
1. The next morning he's involved in a non reported RTA along the route from Mildenhall to Honington(?) and succumbs to his injuries in a ditch.
2. During the morning he 'escapes' the lifter and vehicle and makes his way on foot towards sanctuary, be it RAF base, USAF base, Police station, or other but does not make it. Remember the canvas 'street boots'?
3. He's ended up getting a lift from someone involved in 'darker circles' and has unfortunately succumbed to their rituals. Put the clothing, enhanced occupation, old FB photos, style, puppy dog, flash car etc together and to me it screams.
Granted this may not be a pallitable answer but it does give credence to the recent D Notice emplacement. Not wanting to admit that a UK armed force member <modsnip>as well as not wanting thousands of walkers potentially trespassing (albeit unwittingly) on UK sovereign military land is reason enough surely?
It goes without saying, our thoughts are with Corrie and his family right now. Let's hope for a satisfactory and positive outcome.
I'm now going to take cover behind a lead sheild and wait for the fallout from this post... :/