The Nearly Man

Chapter Five


Dear JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON

Please read this novel with an open mind and in the spirit it was intended. If you can forgive me for revealing our `bedroom secrets` your adult movie career and `killing` lover boy Grimson you will hopefully see that the rest of the book could almost be considered a `love letter` as I praise you far more then I criticise.
The aim of this novel is to expose your perverted boyfriend Richard Grimson as a bully boy and verbal child abuser.
And to ask why you gave up your family to be with a former pimp.
Believe me, it has never been my intention to hurt you in any way and I am talking past, present and future.
I apologise for including you but can hardly write my autobiography without mentioning my wife of 15 years and the mother of my 3 children.

I wasnt going to mention in detail `BASILDON BABE` and your other porno films but as you blatantly lied in that letter I will mention everything.

The plot, the costumes, the dialogue and may add a few pictures from the videos.

And before you get the hump how do you think I felt when I read your letter?

You accused me of being mad, claimed you left on the `spur of the moment` and forget to tell the truth.

That being you told Michelle Alexander of your plans 2 weeks before leaving and forget to mention taking all my money and selling my car - plus buying a new one with your boyfriend.

And the rest of the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth will come out during the rest of this book.

Love on ya

Garry



I heard a top author on TV say: "Always write about what you know" so here goes.

The hero of this autobiography is nicknamed `The Nearly Man` because he failed at everything he tried.
Football, boxing, crime, Rock`n`roll and marraige.

At 14 I gave up a promising football career because of a `family bereavement` - well that`s what it felt like at the time.
The truth is my dad `pissed off` to be with the latest in a long line of fancy women.

Broken-hearted I hung up my football boot, but looking back I should of carried on being the Georgie Best of Essex.
I thought at the time by turning my back on football I was getting back at him for `walking out` on me, because he was a ex-professional with Leyton Orient and Brentford.

It had always been his ambition for me to play for West Ham United, but I thought `sod it` I`ll show him, but it was a gross misjudgement on my part.
He didnt care so my sacrifice didnt work, It didnt bring him back and I didnt get to pull on the famous claret and blue shirt.

The truth is my old man was a 100% selfish bastard and never a doting dad. He was more of a phoney than Tony Blair.
Boxing was a passing phase, probably because I wasnt very good at it. I could take a shot and had a head like concrete, but I lacked the killer punch.
I wasnt a Sugar Ray Leonard in the ring or a Mike Tyson on the cobbles. I never felt comfortable with a gum shield in my mouth, well that`s my excuse and I`m sticking to it.

I come from a mixed marraige. My mum was a Catholic and my dad was a two-faced lying bastard.
A selfish man who couldnt keep his hands off anything in a skirt. I worshipped him as a kid but hated him as an adult.
My ambition was to be the opposite of him. I wanted to be a family man, a great dad and a faithful husband.
I am proud to say I was all three, but still lost my wife and family.

Please dont think of this book as a a `whitewash` of me or as a `character assassination` of my ex-wife.
Believe me it is neither.

When I say I was faithful to JULIE throughout our 15-year marraige it is 100% true.
Though the truth is it aint that hard to be faithful when you are genuinely in love with your wife and believe in your wedding vows.

But that doesnt make me an `Angel` and dont want to portray myself as some kind of Saint. It is easy to be faithful when your wife looks like a page 3 girl and a combination of Joanne Guest and Patsy Kensit.

Joolz was a wonderful women with a great personality and a wicked sense of humour. She was also an animal in the bedroom with the sex drive of a high class call girl.
So now you know why part of me still misses her. I think most men would.

Mum was a Paddy and my dad was a athiest who worshipped his reflection in the mirror and the women in his bed.
How they ever got married is beyond me. They were chalk and cheese.
She was happy to stay at home and be a housewife whereas he was a `ladies man` with a roving eye and wandering hands, but he was no Casanova or man of taste, as he went for quantity not quality.

All mum wanted was a happy home. All he wanted was another pint, a copy of The Sporting Life and another conquest in his bed.
But as a kid I didnt know that.

To me he was just my dad and a bit of a hero. He was a former footballer, Al Jolson impersonator with flashy clothes, good looks and more jokes than Frankie Boyle.
Then he left without a word of explanation, just like Joolz would in 2005.

The bastard `fucked off` and just like Joolz didnt give a moments thought about the consequences or the hurt it would cause other people.
As long as he was happy that is all that mattered. He was just one selfish bastard throughout his life.
Self-centred, vain, mean and convinced that the world resolved around him.

When he left I was in `pieces` but I refused to cry or show any emotion. Inside I was hurt , heartbroken and the pain would last 25 years as would the the hatred for the slag he married.
The bitterness ate away at me and that was a mistake as the only person I hurt was myself and I honestly believe that played a huge part in Joolz walking out on me.

I hate the bastard for ruining my childhood, mixing up my head and for losing me my wife. I am sure that there is a `link` between him walking out and Joolz leaving me for another man, or should that be pond-life pimp and pervert?

Perhaps my dad walking out made me wary of trusting people. Maybe he scarred me for life and unknowingly I didnt show Joolz how much I really loved her.
But then again she did `betray` me, so maybe I was right all along, the people you love the most let you down and hurt you the most.

But I dont know if that is true, a fact of life or can be scientifically proved. I am not a Harley Street shrink or Siegmund Freud.
Maybe I was just unlucky in having a `selfish bastard` for a dad and a `love rat` for a wife, two people who preferred lust to love and other people to me.

But what attracted them to both to dog ugly people with no morals or feelings for others?
For my dad it was a chain-smoking double of Yootha Joyce from ITV sit-com George and Mildred.
For Joolz it was a former pimp and deadringer for Shrek.

I will never know the truth, but I truly believe that my evil stepmother isnt just rotting in hell, she is also pulling the strings and partly responsible for Joolz cheating and my family falling apart.
We had a feud that lasted 25 years. It was mutual loathing. She hated me and I despised her and I truly believe she is having the last laugh and meddling from beyond the grave.
Maybe she did have the final word after all.

As I said earlier when my dad left there was no explanation, no words of comfort, no consideration for my feelings.
Not even a hug - let alone a goodbye kiss.

Looking back it was a mirror image to the departure of JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON some 25 years later.
It was cold, brutal, soul-destroying and completely out of the blue.