My first ever interview took place in a Covent Garden boozer and playing the part of Jonathan Ross was punk journalist Garry Bushell.
He wrote in Sounds music magazine...
The geezer in the shabby combat jacket with the speedfreak frame and impish smile knocks back his lager and pulls a bundle of tatty A4 exercise books out of the plastic bag at his feet.
They`re choc-a-bloc with poems, all painstakingly written out in longhand.
"I`ve got 300 of `em" he laughs, "I reckon about 50 are good"
Honest, self-effacing Garry Johnson. It`s hard to picture this skinny herbert who lists his likes as `lager, football, rebels, gangster movies and the opposite sex`, as a potential voice of a generation.
Yet those who`d criticise New Punk as having nothing to say could do little better than check out his verses, proud prole manifestos that pull no punches, tolerate no hypocrisy and tell no lies.
And that`s not just my opinion. Listten to Time Out`s review of Garry`s Boys Of The Empire collection.
"A pamphlet of ballads, street-wise, anti-militarism and fascism, anti-police and fiercely defensive of working class pride. Very impressive"
Natch they omitted to mention his dislike of trendy lefties too.
"I didnt think they`d even read it, a bloody posh paper like that" Gal laughs "What do they know about kids on the street?"
Born in Hackney. Johnson grew up in London`s East End getting a comprehensive non-education (six schools, one expulsion) and clocking up DC and borstal with convictions ranging from robbery to burglary via such naughtiness as taking part in a riot and bunking fares, though he`s not been nicked since he was 17.
Despite a promising starts as a schoolboy footballer, he began working life as a builder`s labourer.
"I was originally inspired to start writing by a Janet Street-Porter TV show" Gal reveals laughing "That and then the `New Breed` bit in Sounds last year"
Despite his hatred for the Tories, police harassment et al, Johnson remains equally dismissive of The Labour Party, as illustrated by poems like `Labour MPs Ain`t Working Class`.
"I think in some ways Labour are worse than the Tories" Gal opines "Cos you expect Tories to be the enemy, they always have been always will be, but I hate Labour more because they`ve let us down the most.
They`re supposed to be for working class people but once in power they`re just as anti-working class as the Tories"
Boys Of The Empire is his only `product` at the moment though he`s working on a collection of songs with Cock Sparrer`s Garrie Lammin, and a skinhead book of prose provisionally titled `How To Live In A Police State`.
He made his record debut on Strength Thru Oi (to high praise from punk visionary Valac Van Der Veena) and began live performances with a short well recieved recital at The 4-Skins Deuragon gig the other week.
Now The Business are putting a couple of his hard-hitting poems to music too. I`ve heard a demo of Suburban Rebels and its got `hit` written all over it.
There`s little doubt in my mind that Garry Johnson will develop from the Linton Johnson of Oi into a much wider recognised figure, spraying words like machine gun bullets to tear through class injustice and establishment cant.
Poetry in Motion was the headline for my second Sounds interview with Johnny Waller. He was not impressed with my shambolic lifestyle and liberal use of drugs.
The way of life for celebrated Oi poet Garry Johnson seems to be one of glorious chaos, rarely sleeping in the same place time twice in a row and taking as much speed as possible.
"Got any Wrigley`s, John?" he enquires as I question him on the beginnings of Oi and New Punk.
Were all the bands friends before the `movement` came into being?
"Nah, not really. Like The Business are from the other side of the water - the posh side (he means south of the Thames) - Johnson himself hails from the East End.
"none of the groups knew each other"
Garry became involved through his song lyrics which he`d beren writing ever since he was in a group called The Buzz Kids, "I was the only one who wanted to take it seriously" he complains "At school, English was the only thing I was any good at besides football.
Now when I write, I do two versions - one as a poem, the other is a song version with a chorus"
It`s one of those song versions `Suburban Rebels` which is currently part of The Business`s set and under consideration as a future single.
Johnson meanwhile has his own plans to go into the studio with a backing band to record a couple of songs for single release,
So how does he see things developing?
"Most Oi songs are about keeping hold of what you`ve got, holding on to what you have already gained, cos if Thatcher had her way, we`d lose it all and they`d bring back National Service.
The lyrics are representative for those who take Oi seriously, those who were into punk.
Perhaps there`ll be a new Sex Pistols or Clash coming through soon...perhaps The Buzz Kids might be it"
The Buzz Kids it should be explained, is Johnson`s own fledgling group!
Describing himself as an `ex-skinhead", waiting for something else now"
He occasionally seems disenchanted with Oi already. reckoning that `Glam Rock` might return.
"I hope so, if it was like Mott The Hoople, it would be great - Ian Hunter`s lyrics are brilliant"
His favourite albums of all-time are `Never Mind The Bollocks` and `The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars` and his infatuation soon becomes even more obvious "Just call me the Bowie of Oi" he says "I used to write a hundred different versions of `Ziggy Stardust` but I`m holding them all back until the revival"
Are you a talented instrumentalist like Bowie?
"No - he`s a genius. I `d just like to be. I can mime to all his records though"
It`s doubly ironic that this immensely likeable unemployed `Jack the Lad` has both the talent and respect of others to become the focal point of the Oi Movement, but fritters away his time and energy on drugs and daydreams.
He`s virtually retreated to his world of words and abdicated his right to any position of prominence he might have attained.
His marvelous book of lyrics `Boys Of The Empire` is full of biting sarcasm aimed at social injustices and if they occasionally seem cliched and riddled with a quaint class consciousness , that can be overlooked since - for him - IT`S ALL TRUE.
But for all his rabble-rousing and brave intentions, it amounts to nothing more than empty words if Johnson doesn`t back it up with action.
He should be actively encouraging new bands, speaking as a passionate yet rational leader of a Movement that desperately needs to focus on positive attributes before it crumbles under the weight of its own doubts and contradictions, with its detractors waiting to bury it - alive, if need be.
Johnson - with the comparative freedom of being an individual - one might say a celebrity even - rather then a member of a group - should be prepared to make a stand, to clarify media misconceptions, to organise Oi benefits and to speak out against violence.
He should be attempting to right some of the wrongs which he so bitterly despises, instead of merely complaining.
Do you vote, Garry?
"No, never. I suppose I`m a working class Liberal. I like old TV programmes like `When The Boat Comes In` when the working class were united.
I dont like party politics or the Royal Family. If I was in charge of this country I would break-up the United Kingdom, give England its own parliament and legalise speed"
Its a crying shame because Punk poet Garry Johnson could have been a contender. He could have been a spokesman for a generation...but prefers having a laugh to storming the barricades.
Thursday 25 February 2010
Wednesday 24 February 2010
From 25 Overberry Street To 22 Bridge Road
I was born in East London and then lived at various locations. What follows are extracts relating to incidents wherever I lay my head.
25 Overberry Street Hackney
33 Grand Parade
9 Fairview Chase
63 Kingsland Road
71 Whitmore Avenue
15 Riverside Terrace
Boyles Court Remand Home
Kidlington Detention Centre
Redhill Special Unit
Little Heath Remand Home
Herts Borstal
Wormwood Scrubs Young Offenders
11 Shirley Gardens
30 The Gables
64 Chestnut Road
22 Bridge Road
My first home was at 25 Overberry Street in Hackney and it was just like Albert Square. There were about ten houses on each side of the road.
On one corner was a pub called The George and at the other end a Newsagents.
It was about five minutes from Hackney Dog Stadium and from memory the house was never empty. I aint sure how many people lived there but it seemed like 20-odd.
Saturday afternoons standout as do betting slips and bottles of beer on the kitchen table. The kettle was on almost 24-hours a day and the house that belonged to my Nan and Grandad was like a open house.
I lived there for about 7 years and during that time I had my first encounter with the law. I was a `missing person` and got lost during a trip to Clissord Park in Stoke Newington.
The older boys who I went to play football with vanished.
33 Grand Parade my second encounter with the Old Bill as some `pervert` tried to abduct me from Finsbury Park.
He jumped out of the bushes and grabbed me. And months later - this will make you laugh - I was doing `bob a job` and this bloke tried to drag me into his house.
My old man reported it to the police but only after he`s `chinned` the geezer first.
And would you believe about a year later - at about 6am - I was off to do my milk round near the ABC cinema in Wood Green and this bloke tried to grab me.
Nothing ever happened to me - but I think those events `shaped me` for life.
1. It gave me a hatred for perverts (explains my attitude towards Richard Grimson of 40 Hyde Way Wickford Essex)
2. Doing things like a paper-round and milk round at a early age - put me off work -LOL
3. As you can see I was a latch-door key kid who `came and went` as I pleased from about the age of Six.
And I think that is why I was so over-protective of my children - some would say I was "over-protective" and later I will admit how I rowed with people for what I thought was `defending` my kids - but with hindsight maybe I was wrong.
I strongly believe that `childhood incidents` influence your adult life.
1. As a kid my mum would hit me with coathangers - this explains why I never - not once - hit my children.
2. My dad `walked out` on me and was a `serial adulterer` - this is why I was 100% faithful throughout my marraige and expected the same from Julie.
3. I was put into care and suffered at the hands of social workers - that Is I why I took on Social Services.
Much more details are in the book version - but during my time in Detention Centres, Remand Homes and Borstals I saw a lot of bullies at first-hand and that is why I have a life-long hatred of such people.
But the worst bullies were the staff - I remember at Kidlington DC the screws saying before a visit by the Board Of Governors - a motley crew of vicars and do-gooders..."dont complain about anything cos when they go we will still be here - and so will you"
To be honest the screws were wankers but when your 13 they look bigger and tougher - but the truth is that whenever one of the older boys whacked them they went down like a bag of spuds.
71 Whitmore Ave and 15 Riverside Terrace - my bachelor pads where The Stone Roses would stay, drink McDonalds milkshakes and take vast amounts of speed.
63 Kingsland Road the home of my dad and his wife and where I am proud to say I broke-in and even prouder to boast that I put a bomb under her car.
The road was blocked off and the street evacuated LOL.
It was `payback time` for convincing my dad to put me into care.
11 Shirley Gardens SAM was born soon after Julie moved in and we became great friends with Steve and Val Newton.
30 The Gables ADAM was born and we became great friends with Karen and Fergie and a `character` called Mr Presley - who was big in concrete!!!
64 Chestnut Road PRINCESS was born and we became great friends with next-door neighbours Sherrie and Ray - before they `sided` with Julie.
But I bare no grudge as Sherrie was a `lovely lady` we got on great and because she was a nurse and I`m a hypochondriac we `hit it off` bigtime.
(The fact is I am not the sort of person to bare a grudge - it isnt in my nature - there are only two people I have genuinely hated in my entire life - that being the wife of my Dad - I dont use the word stepmum - because she never was. There was no DNA connectiuon - we werent family.
And the other is borderline paedo, child-abuser and former pimp richard grimson of 40 Hyde Way Wickford Essex - I never thought I could hate so much - or hate anyone more then the woman who married my dad and put me into care.
But I hate that perverted pimp - and know that one day I will `do him` for what he said and did to my children.
In the past two years I have had three heart attacks and a cancer scare - but I aint scared of death - coz I know that as soon as the doctors say `Mr Johnson you only have months to live` - that will be my time to settle scores.
I aint gonna be banged-up for grimson but I am going to `do him`. It is true `every cloud has a silver lining`.
Some people make a death-bed confession - I will be carrying out a pre-deathbed execution.
I dont just hate Grimson for having an affair with my wife (that is the truth) - think about it - if that was my only reason for hating him - why dont I bare such a strong grudge against Ian Flemming or Peter Tibbs? (this bit is not in the book but I may owe mr tibbs an apology - as he could of been just an alibi and a friend - he was the son of her boss - but was he a lover? - as I have just been told that the wedding snapper also worked at Sainsburys)
They also had affairs with Julie - but they never violently threatened or verbally sexually abused my children.
The truth is I am not and never have been a jealous guy.
Example 1: When I met Julie she was seeing a married man called Derek - and was named in his divorce (so she has form as an adulterer)
Example 2: Throughout our marraige she was always passing comments about other men, She had a thing for football trainers.
She fancied Gary Piggot, Colin Reid, Steve Tilson and as we know had a `fling` with Southend trainer Ian Flemming.
And she would also flirt with the builders who worked at our house. There was a guy from Rayleigh - cant remember his name - but both Julie and her friend Karen would say outrageous things about what they wanted to do with him.
The funny thing is - all these blokes were sort of `good-looking` in an athletic `sort of way` and had hair.
Julie could of `pulled` any of them so why did she `walk-out` on her family for grimson?
He was fat, ugly, bald (not a skinhead) he had hair at the sides like Bobby Charlton. And he always (I aint joking) ask anyone in Wickford - he always wore the same clothes.
This being black army boots, camoflouge trousers and a weight-lifting glove. And the last time my children saw him in Wickford High Street he had added a bandana to his `look`.
Now this is why I have always said he must of had some kind of `hold` over her. Did he know something about her past?
Had they met when she was a pub stripper in East London and he was a pimp? That is why I have hinted at `blackmail`.
Was he threatening to `spill the beans` about her past?
Because believe me they really were the `odd couple` - I knew Julie for 15 years and he was everything she hated in a man.
He was foul-mouthed with no sense of humour or dress sense. And he was bald with a beer gut and Julie hated bald and beer bellies.
She also hated perverts, child abusers and nonce cases - so why did she allow him to terrorise her own children?
Did she know he was once a pimp?
Those questions has never been answered - and the truth is - that unless I get an answer from Julie I will go to my grave genuinely believing that he had some kind of `hold` over her.
Never in a million years will I ever believe that she fancied him.
Example 3:
The last time my daughter saw my eldest 2 years ago she said to him "I`m going to a wedding with mummy and Vinnie"
When my son told me I didnt have a clue who Vinnie was - we were divorced - so it was none of my business.
I now know he`s a photographer (so no wonder she likes him - but can he do porn as good as me?) - but as long as he NEVER talks to MY CHILDREN or hurts my daughter I couldnt give a monkeys about him.
And a funny line from my youngest about Mr Hymas "he aint coming to my wedding"
But grimson is different. I was married to Julie when he started the affair - and there is also the birth control injections, the `dark secret`(near miss) - the full details about the `pregnancy` are in the book .
And there is a `price to pay` not just for adultery but far more importantly violently threatening and verbally sexually abusing my children).
Sherrie also saw me naked LOL - It was a boiling hot afternoon and I was wearing shorts and talking to a few of the mums in the street - and my eldest came up from behind and pulled down my shorts - and I was frozen to the spot.
Though I do bare a slight grudge against Paul Wellings - who Garry Bushell always said was a "wrong `un" and he was proved right - as within weeks of Julie leaving - GB spotted them together in a pub.
And what a `slimey shit` PJ Wellings was - as when I told everyone about the porno films and pictures of Julie the only `old mate` who asked to see them was Wellings.
Fergie joked about wanting to see them, GB blushed when I gave him half to look after for `security` - but Wellings actually asked to see them - at the time I didnt know he was seeing her so I did give him the name of the website.
Also close to another `funny couple` at Chestnut Road called Denise and ? - cant think of the blokes name - but we `stopped being friends` after our kids fell out!
I think I was more to blame then them - but hindsight is a wonderful thing.
A funny incident was slowdancing with Julie at a party - and I was sort of `aroused` and half-way through she swapped with Denise - and I joked I had a `torch` in my pocket.
11 Shirley Gardens and one of our neighbours was a complete twat - cant think of his name but he looked like Eddie The Eagle.
At 64 Chestnut Road to be honest I had it all. A beautiful wife, 3 lovely kids and a big house - but some how it all went `pear-shaped`.
I was a over-protective dad and I suppose a `rubbish husband` as I devoted all my time and energy to being a great parent.
All my money went on the kids and I spent more time in Toys R Us, Peter Pan`s Playground and taking my children out then I did on my ex-wife.
My sons doted on me as much as I did on them - and I think this got to Julie. Life was all football and boys things - and I think when PRINCESS became a `daddy`s girl` this freaked her out.
I think it was a combination of me taking her for granted and becoming obsessed with making my children happy that pushed her into the arms (and bed) of Grimson.
But I was not a Saint - I did row with neighbours - but in my defence it was only when it involved them saying or complaining about Sam or Adam.
If the football hit their car or window - silly things - but I took it personal and with hindsight I was 100% wrong.
Hands up I was "guilty".
The funny thing is I liked my neighbours - and I think untill my sons become about 8 or 9 they liked me.
But sometimes Julie didnt like me being friendly with them - especially the females - I couldnt win LOL
One of our neighbours was a women called Belinda and she had a figure that made all the other mums (and Julie) green with envy.
Whereas My ex-wife had a bum that most women would die for - this woman had probably the best legs in Essex.
The other mums couldnt stand her because of her figure and non-stop talking about herself - but when she left her husband all of a sudden Julie became her `best friend`.
And something she said at the time has stuck in my mind.
Julie said;
"Her new boyfriend is a big skinhead and he just went round and beat Paul up". I remember her being both excited and almost `turned on` by this.
Is this what she hoped Gimson would do to me? Well the perverted pimp aint been anywhere near me - and he knows where I live - because he knows what would happen to him.
Other neighbours Julie didnt like were the couple she referred to as "the swingers" - so much so that when our cat had kittens she refused to let them have one.
If that sounds `far-fetched` I am more then happy to take a lie Detector Test as that statement and the rest of the allegations / revelations in this book are 100% fact.
She also disliked another neighbour who was about 20-stone - true - she was a `dumpy doughnut` but I got on well with her - though I admit I did fallout with others about the boys playing football in the street.
Never nothing major and to be honest all disputes always related to football.
I mention this because in court football was never mentioned.
25 Overberry Street Hackney
33 Grand Parade
9 Fairview Chase
63 Kingsland Road
71 Whitmore Avenue
15 Riverside Terrace
Boyles Court Remand Home
Kidlington Detention Centre
Redhill Special Unit
Little Heath Remand Home
Herts Borstal
Wormwood Scrubs Young Offenders
11 Shirley Gardens
30 The Gables
64 Chestnut Road
22 Bridge Road
My first home was at 25 Overberry Street in Hackney and it was just like Albert Square. There were about ten houses on each side of the road.
On one corner was a pub called The George and at the other end a Newsagents.
It was about five minutes from Hackney Dog Stadium and from memory the house was never empty. I aint sure how many people lived there but it seemed like 20-odd.
Saturday afternoons standout as do betting slips and bottles of beer on the kitchen table. The kettle was on almost 24-hours a day and the house that belonged to my Nan and Grandad was like a open house.
I lived there for about 7 years and during that time I had my first encounter with the law. I was a `missing person` and got lost during a trip to Clissord Park in Stoke Newington.
The older boys who I went to play football with vanished.
33 Grand Parade my second encounter with the Old Bill as some `pervert` tried to abduct me from Finsbury Park.
He jumped out of the bushes and grabbed me. And months later - this will make you laugh - I was doing `bob a job` and this bloke tried to drag me into his house.
My old man reported it to the police but only after he`s `chinned` the geezer first.
And would you believe about a year later - at about 6am - I was off to do my milk round near the ABC cinema in Wood Green and this bloke tried to grab me.
Nothing ever happened to me - but I think those events `shaped me` for life.
1. It gave me a hatred for perverts (explains my attitude towards Richard Grimson of 40 Hyde Way Wickford Essex)
2. Doing things like a paper-round and milk round at a early age - put me off work -LOL
3. As you can see I was a latch-door key kid who `came and went` as I pleased from about the age of Six.
And I think that is why I was so over-protective of my children - some would say I was "over-protective" and later I will admit how I rowed with people for what I thought was `defending` my kids - but with hindsight maybe I was wrong.
I strongly believe that `childhood incidents` influence your adult life.
1. As a kid my mum would hit me with coathangers - this explains why I never - not once - hit my children.
2. My dad `walked out` on me and was a `serial adulterer` - this is why I was 100% faithful throughout my marraige and expected the same from Julie.
3. I was put into care and suffered at the hands of social workers - that Is I why I took on Social Services.
Much more details are in the book version - but during my time in Detention Centres, Remand Homes and Borstals I saw a lot of bullies at first-hand and that is why I have a life-long hatred of such people.
But the worst bullies were the staff - I remember at Kidlington DC the screws saying before a visit by the Board Of Governors - a motley crew of vicars and do-gooders..."dont complain about anything cos when they go we will still be here - and so will you"
To be honest the screws were wankers but when your 13 they look bigger and tougher - but the truth is that whenever one of the older boys whacked them they went down like a bag of spuds.
71 Whitmore Ave and 15 Riverside Terrace - my bachelor pads where The Stone Roses would stay, drink McDonalds milkshakes and take vast amounts of speed.
63 Kingsland Road the home of my dad and his wife and where I am proud to say I broke-in and even prouder to boast that I put a bomb under her car.
The road was blocked off and the street evacuated LOL.
It was `payback time` for convincing my dad to put me into care.
11 Shirley Gardens SAM was born soon after Julie moved in and we became great friends with Steve and Val Newton.
30 The Gables ADAM was born and we became great friends with Karen and Fergie and a `character` called Mr Presley - who was big in concrete!!!
64 Chestnut Road PRINCESS was born and we became great friends with next-door neighbours Sherrie and Ray - before they `sided` with Julie.
But I bare no grudge as Sherrie was a `lovely lady` we got on great and because she was a nurse and I`m a hypochondriac we `hit it off` bigtime.
(The fact is I am not the sort of person to bare a grudge - it isnt in my nature - there are only two people I have genuinely hated in my entire life - that being the wife of my Dad - I dont use the word stepmum - because she never was. There was no DNA connectiuon - we werent family.
And the other is borderline paedo, child-abuser and former pimp richard grimson of 40 Hyde Way Wickford Essex - I never thought I could hate so much - or hate anyone more then the woman who married my dad and put me into care.
But I hate that perverted pimp - and know that one day I will `do him` for what he said and did to my children.
In the past two years I have had three heart attacks and a cancer scare - but I aint scared of death - coz I know that as soon as the doctors say `Mr Johnson you only have months to live` - that will be my time to settle scores.
I aint gonna be banged-up for grimson but I am going to `do him`. It is true `every cloud has a silver lining`.
Some people make a death-bed confession - I will be carrying out a pre-deathbed execution.
I dont just hate Grimson for having an affair with my wife (that is the truth) - think about it - if that was my only reason for hating him - why dont I bare such a strong grudge against Ian Flemming or Peter Tibbs? (this bit is not in the book but I may owe mr tibbs an apology - as he could of been just an alibi and a friend - he was the son of her boss - but was he a lover? - as I have just been told that the wedding snapper also worked at Sainsburys)
They also had affairs with Julie - but they never violently threatened or verbally sexually abused my children.
The truth is I am not and never have been a jealous guy.
Example 1: When I met Julie she was seeing a married man called Derek - and was named in his divorce (so she has form as an adulterer)
Example 2: Throughout our marraige she was always passing comments about other men, She had a thing for football trainers.
She fancied Gary Piggot, Colin Reid, Steve Tilson and as we know had a `fling` with Southend trainer Ian Flemming.
And she would also flirt with the builders who worked at our house. There was a guy from Rayleigh - cant remember his name - but both Julie and her friend Karen would say outrageous things about what they wanted to do with him.
The funny thing is - all these blokes were sort of `good-looking` in an athletic `sort of way` and had hair.
Julie could of `pulled` any of them so why did she `walk-out` on her family for grimson?
He was fat, ugly, bald (not a skinhead) he had hair at the sides like Bobby Charlton. And he always (I aint joking) ask anyone in Wickford - he always wore the same clothes.
This being black army boots, camoflouge trousers and a weight-lifting glove. And the last time my children saw him in Wickford High Street he had added a bandana to his `look`.
Now this is why I have always said he must of had some kind of `hold` over her. Did he know something about her past?
Had they met when she was a pub stripper in East London and he was a pimp? That is why I have hinted at `blackmail`.
Was he threatening to `spill the beans` about her past?
Because believe me they really were the `odd couple` - I knew Julie for 15 years and he was everything she hated in a man.
He was foul-mouthed with no sense of humour or dress sense. And he was bald with a beer gut and Julie hated bald and beer bellies.
She also hated perverts, child abusers and nonce cases - so why did she allow him to terrorise her own children?
Did she know he was once a pimp?
Those questions has never been answered - and the truth is - that unless I get an answer from Julie I will go to my grave genuinely believing that he had some kind of `hold` over her.
Never in a million years will I ever believe that she fancied him.
Example 3:
The last time my daughter saw my eldest 2 years ago she said to him "I`m going to a wedding with mummy and Vinnie"
When my son told me I didnt have a clue who Vinnie was - we were divorced - so it was none of my business.
I now know he`s a photographer (so no wonder she likes him - but can he do porn as good as me?) - but as long as he NEVER talks to MY CHILDREN or hurts my daughter I couldnt give a monkeys about him.
And a funny line from my youngest about Mr Hymas "he aint coming to my wedding"
But grimson is different. I was married to Julie when he started the affair - and there is also the birth control injections, the `dark secret`(near miss) - the full details about the `pregnancy` are in the book .
And there is a `price to pay` not just for adultery but far more importantly violently threatening and verbally sexually abusing my children).
Sherrie also saw me naked LOL - It was a boiling hot afternoon and I was wearing shorts and talking to a few of the mums in the street - and my eldest came up from behind and pulled down my shorts - and I was frozen to the spot.
Though I do bare a slight grudge against Paul Wellings - who Garry Bushell always said was a "wrong `un" and he was proved right - as within weeks of Julie leaving - GB spotted them together in a pub.
And what a `slimey shit` PJ Wellings was - as when I told everyone about the porno films and pictures of Julie the only `old mate` who asked to see them was Wellings.
Fergie joked about wanting to see them, GB blushed when I gave him half to look after for `security` - but Wellings actually asked to see them - at the time I didnt know he was seeing her so I did give him the name of the website.
Also close to another `funny couple` at Chestnut Road called Denise and ? - cant think of the blokes name - but we `stopped being friends` after our kids fell out!
I think I was more to blame then them - but hindsight is a wonderful thing.
A funny incident was slowdancing with Julie at a party - and I was sort of `aroused` and half-way through she swapped with Denise - and I joked I had a `torch` in my pocket.
11 Shirley Gardens and one of our neighbours was a complete twat - cant think of his name but he looked like Eddie The Eagle.
At 64 Chestnut Road to be honest I had it all. A beautiful wife, 3 lovely kids and a big house - but some how it all went `pear-shaped`.
I was a over-protective dad and I suppose a `rubbish husband` as I devoted all my time and energy to being a great parent.
All my money went on the kids and I spent more time in Toys R Us, Peter Pan`s Playground and taking my children out then I did on my ex-wife.
My sons doted on me as much as I did on them - and I think this got to Julie. Life was all football and boys things - and I think when PRINCESS became a `daddy`s girl` this freaked her out.
I think it was a combination of me taking her for granted and becoming obsessed with making my children happy that pushed her into the arms (and bed) of Grimson.
But I was not a Saint - I did row with neighbours - but in my defence it was only when it involved them saying or complaining about Sam or Adam.
If the football hit their car or window - silly things - but I took it personal and with hindsight I was 100% wrong.
Hands up I was "guilty".
The funny thing is I liked my neighbours - and I think untill my sons become about 8 or 9 they liked me.
But sometimes Julie didnt like me being friendly with them - especially the females - I couldnt win LOL
One of our neighbours was a women called Belinda and she had a figure that made all the other mums (and Julie) green with envy.
Whereas My ex-wife had a bum that most women would die for - this woman had probably the best legs in Essex.
The other mums couldnt stand her because of her figure and non-stop talking about herself - but when she left her husband all of a sudden Julie became her `best friend`.
And something she said at the time has stuck in my mind.
Julie said;
"Her new boyfriend is a big skinhead and he just went round and beat Paul up". I remember her being both excited and almost `turned on` by this.
Is this what she hoped Gimson would do to me? Well the perverted pimp aint been anywhere near me - and he knows where I live - because he knows what would happen to him.
Other neighbours Julie didnt like were the couple she referred to as "the swingers" - so much so that when our cat had kittens she refused to let them have one.
If that sounds `far-fetched` I am more then happy to take a lie Detector Test as that statement and the rest of the allegations / revelations in this book are 100% fact.
She also disliked another neighbour who was about 20-stone - true - she was a `dumpy doughnut` but I got on well with her - though I admit I did fallout with others about the boys playing football in the street.
Never nothing major and to be honest all disputes always related to football.
I mention this because in court football was never mentioned.
Monday 22 February 2010
Julie Johnson - Police Truncheon Handcuffs And St Trinians Outfit - McEntee Walthamstow to Wickford Essex
Lights camera action introducing JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON - aka JULIE JOHNSON in all her naked glory.
This is the story about the making of Basildon Babe
Starring Julie Johnson
Cameo Appearances by Garry Dean Ronson Johnson
Produced and Directed by Garry Johnson
Pictures Garry Johnson
The dvd `Basildon Babe / The Best Of Julie Taylor Johnson` will be available on Mail Order from November 5th - 2011
Highlights include Julie Taylor Johnson performing various sex acts, dirty dancing and pretending to be a Call Girl.
Dressed in a black fake fur coat, black stockings and black g-string.
As this DVD will show Julie is a brilliant `dirty dancer and `sexy stripper`. In fact I was so impessed that the first time she `performed` for me I said:
"Have you done this before?"
She was even `dirtier` then Circus Tavern Lap Dancer Zoe Anderson - and believe me that is a compliment.
Julie replied "Yes - I was a pub stripper" - I didnt believe her at first - but later in bed as we kissed and cuddled in the dark I asked:
"Was you really a stripper?"
And she giggled, wriggled and said "yes" - she went onto to say "I only did it for about 8 weeks because I needed the money"
She explained she had crashed her car into a lamp-post near Hackney`s Ridley Road Market and that not only was the car a `write-off` but she had no insurance.
I didnt know wether she was telling the truth, lying, winding me up or trying to turn me on.
But she certainly performed like a stripper in front of the camera.
So was she really a `pub stripper`?
My mind was always split 50-50 but that was before she became `best mates` with "Blue" a fat Foster Carer who 20-odd years ago worked as a barmaid in a East London strippers pub in the same area that Julie claimed she worked as a pub stripper.
The Piano Bar in Wapping is only 10 minutes from The Sir John Franklin - the Blackwall Tunnel boozer where Julie Taylor Johnson claimed she strutted her stuff.
This is the story about the making of Basildon Babe
Starring Julie Johnson
Cameo Appearances by Garry Dean Ronson Johnson
Produced and Directed by Garry Johnson
Pictures Garry Johnson
The dvd `Basildon Babe / The Best Of Julie Taylor Johnson` will be available on Mail Order from November 5th - 2011
Highlights include Julie Taylor Johnson performing various sex acts, dirty dancing and pretending to be a Call Girl.
Dressed in a black fake fur coat, black stockings and black g-string.
As this DVD will show Julie is a brilliant `dirty dancer and `sexy stripper`. In fact I was so impessed that the first time she `performed` for me I said:
"Have you done this before?"
She was even `dirtier` then Circus Tavern Lap Dancer Zoe Anderson - and believe me that is a compliment.
Julie replied "Yes - I was a pub stripper" - I didnt believe her at first - but later in bed as we kissed and cuddled in the dark I asked:
"Was you really a stripper?"
And she giggled, wriggled and said "yes" - she went onto to say "I only did it for about 8 weeks because I needed the money"
She explained she had crashed her car into a lamp-post near Hackney`s Ridley Road Market and that not only was the car a `write-off` but she had no insurance.
I didnt know wether she was telling the truth, lying, winding me up or trying to turn me on.
But she certainly performed like a stripper in front of the camera.
So was she really a `pub stripper`?
My mind was always split 50-50 but that was before she became `best mates` with "Blue" a fat Foster Carer who 20-odd years ago worked as a barmaid in a East London strippers pub in the same area that Julie claimed she worked as a pub stripper.
The Piano Bar in Wapping is only 10 minutes from The Sir John Franklin - the Blackwall Tunnel boozer where Julie Taylor Johnson claimed she strutted her stuff.
Saturday 20 February 2010
A Change Of Heart ?
This is a new Chapter so these extracts wont / cant appear in the book version as The Punk Poet has already been printed.
I only made these notes yesterday (Friday Feb 19th).
The truth is I am having `second thoughts` and almost a `change of heart` about what extracts should appear on online.
Let me explain.
Yesterday I was at Basildon Hospital for various tests and a X-ray and on my way out I popped into the Maternity Unit to deliver a card and a ballooon for a friend who had just had a baby "Hello Tommy".
And to be honest and to quote Vinnie Jones "It was emotional". I had not been inside the Maternity Wing since the birth of my daughter and the memories just come flooding back.
I said to my friend on the drive back "that was a choker" and she wanted to know why - but I couldnt confide in her.
I aint good on showing my feelings in public.
I dont think anyone apart from my ex-wife, the kids or `Donna Spencer` have seen me `shed a tear` so I kept a lid on it.
My children have sort of seen me cry watching family films or getting upset when Georgie Best and Bobby Moore died - but most of the time I can handle my emotions.
Yesterday I kept smiling on the outside but inside my head I was `crying`.
My three kids were born in Basildon Hospital and Julie almost died giving birth to the eldest.
I kept remembering the two of them being on the danger list and how lucky I was to bring them both home.
You see under this rough, tough exterior I am a `Mr Softie` and thought do I really want to expose the `love of my life` who gave me three beautiful children?
I know it is to late to edit / censor the book or get back the porno pictures I have sent to various Internet Sites - but it is still in my power to control how much detail I put in about how I transformed Julie Kathleen Taylor into Porno Star JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON.
How I married and then managed the naughty Walthastow teenager and turned the pub stripper into a silver screen ADULT PERFORMER.
I could also stop The Best Of Basildon Babe Julie Taylor Johnson dvd going on sale - so far only demo copies excist.
I am now having conversations with the voices in my head and accussing myself of being a bloody wimp!
The last exchange in the bath took over a hour and only ended because the water got cold.
At this moment in time I cant make up my mind. I know she cheated on me - I know she lied to have me put in prison - I know she stole my house, car and money - so it should be easy to say "publish and be damned".
And to the list `stopping me from seeing my daughter` - `the dark secret` - `the birth control injections` and the `verbal sexual abuse` suffered by my children and I think `Yeah Gal go for it".
But things like visiting Basildon Hospital Maternity Unit, flashbacks, nostalga, fond memories, the good old days - and would you believe "loyalty" - are making me have second thoughts.
I only made these notes yesterday (Friday Feb 19th).
The truth is I am having `second thoughts` and almost a `change of heart` about what extracts should appear on online.
Let me explain.
Yesterday I was at Basildon Hospital for various tests and a X-ray and on my way out I popped into the Maternity Unit to deliver a card and a ballooon for a friend who had just had a baby "Hello Tommy".
And to be honest and to quote Vinnie Jones "It was emotional". I had not been inside the Maternity Wing since the birth of my daughter and the memories just come flooding back.
I said to my friend on the drive back "that was a choker" and she wanted to know why - but I couldnt confide in her.
I aint good on showing my feelings in public.
I dont think anyone apart from my ex-wife, the kids or `Donna Spencer` have seen me `shed a tear` so I kept a lid on it.
My children have sort of seen me cry watching family films or getting upset when Georgie Best and Bobby Moore died - but most of the time I can handle my emotions.
Yesterday I kept smiling on the outside but inside my head I was `crying`.
My three kids were born in Basildon Hospital and Julie almost died giving birth to the eldest.
I kept remembering the two of them being on the danger list and how lucky I was to bring them both home.
You see under this rough, tough exterior I am a `Mr Softie` and thought do I really want to expose the `love of my life` who gave me three beautiful children?
I know it is to late to edit / censor the book or get back the porno pictures I have sent to various Internet Sites - but it is still in my power to control how much detail I put in about how I transformed Julie Kathleen Taylor into Porno Star JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON.
How I married and then managed the naughty Walthastow teenager and turned the pub stripper into a silver screen ADULT PERFORMER.
I could also stop The Best Of Basildon Babe Julie Taylor Johnson dvd going on sale - so far only demo copies excist.
I am now having conversations with the voices in my head and accussing myself of being a bloody wimp!
The last exchange in the bath took over a hour and only ended because the water got cold.
At this moment in time I cant make up my mind. I know she cheated on me - I know she lied to have me put in prison - I know she stole my house, car and money - so it should be easy to say "publish and be damned".
And to the list `stopping me from seeing my daughter` - `the dark secret` - `the birth control injections` and the `verbal sexual abuse` suffered by my children and I think `Yeah Gal go for it".
But things like visiting Basildon Hospital Maternity Unit, flashbacks, nostalga, fond memories, the good old days - and would you believe "loyalty" - are making me have second thoughts.
Tuesday 16 February 2010
Julie Johnson - aka Julie Taylor Johnson & The Making Of Basildon Babe
In this Chapter we learn about Basildon Babe Julie Taylor Johnson the star of porn movies like `Basildon Babe` and `The Shotgate Slut` and the storylines in great detail.
I expose her Porn Past for one reason and one reason only. That being she allowed her perverted boyfriend and former pimp richard grimson to violently threaten and verbally sexually abuse my three children.
She did not lift a finger to protect my children and refused to press charges against her lover.
I hope feminists and all decent women will agree that a Mother should protect her children at all times.
Julie Johnson allowed her boyfriend to threaten her sons with a iron bar and boast he was having sordid sex sessions with her daughter.
This is NOT fiction a lie or a smear. It is a FACT that can be confirmed by both Basildon Police and Essex Social Services.
A fact I repeated on oath at The High Court ... a FACT that was accepted as FACT at not only The High Court but also at Southend, Chelmsford, Cambridge and Basildon Courts.
It was Julie herself who admitted on oath at Southend Court to starring in pornographic movies.
I did NOT out her as she exposed herself.
There is no way I would have allowed such facts to enter the public domain ... but she has confessed on-the-record there was nothing I could do.
The genie was out of the bottle so to speak.
Julie Taylor - The former McEntee schoolgirl (Class of 1983) who became a porn star.
This is because in June 2005 I was `humiliated and embarrassed` so now I am returning the favour.
I want to entertain the reader and cleanse my soul. I aint a `bunny boiler` but if some-one screws you over you have a responsibility to yourself to get even.
I aint sure this will make me feel any better - only time will tell. They do say "revenge is best served cold" and I have been waiting long enough to hit back.
I was the `innocent victim` of the ultimate betrayal - so few people reading this book should be against me having my moment.
As they say "every dog has its day" and this is mine. I could of been dignified and kept quite - but that aint my way.
I am getting revenge and justice because I am writing a `frank and honest` autobiography and for 12 years filming and producing Julie in porno movies was a major part of our marriage.
If I didnt reveal there excistence it would be a bit like Sir Geoff Hurst writing his autobiography and not mentioning his hat-trick in the 1966 World Cup Final.
The truth is we have all disgraced ourselves at one time or another - and luckily for me a `certain person` did it in front of a video camera.
And every act, performance and lets be honest `magic moment` was captured on film (and has now been transferred to dvd).
What follows is the truth about the porn movies starring Basildon Babe Julie Taylor Johnson which were filmed over a 12-year period between 1992 - 2004.
As these are just extracts from The Punk Poet I will only refer to the various locations by numbers and letters.
Location One: 11 Shirley Gardens will be referred to as 11SG
Location Two: 30 The Gables as 30TG
Location Three: 64 Chestnut Road as 64CR
And Location Four: 22 Bridge Road will for now be referred to as 22BR
I am sure that when the book is published and the dvd is on sale - that although Basildon Council probably wont erect a Blue Plaque outside - at least one of the houses could become a tourist attraction.
The star of my films JULIE JOHNSON - formerly JULIE KATHLEEN TAYLOR - and now known as JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON - has told various people that she only made one film - claiming "it was a one-off to please Garry"
That is bollocks and as they say "the camera doesnt lie"...and NEITHER do the Southend Court documents where she ADMITTED to starring in FOUR PORNO MOVIES.
When the compilation dvd is released (in 2011) people will not only see changes in her physical appearance but also notice the different locations.
Filming took place over a 12-year period with various breaks due to pregnancy and getting `back into shape`.
I checked the other day and wrote down the following facts.
Filming took place in 4 different houses. Four bedrooms, 3 lounges, various hallways, bathrooms and two kitchens.
I know we once had a big house but it wasnt a bloody mansion. Julie has various hairstyles and her bodyshape changes throughout.
She is always stunning and blonde but her figure varies between a size Eight and a 12.
In the earlier polaroid pictures and first film Julie had not had a baby but during the next 12 years she gave birth three times.
So her body went from a teenage size 8 to a 12. You cannot put her `changing appearance` down to wigs or make-up.
As it is her beautiful face and cute bum in every movie - and the truth is Julie got better looking every year I knew her.
She never aged or lost her looks - and still hasnt.
And for those still dont believe me - there is also a soundtrack - my voice giving directions and praising the `star`.
No - its not been added on - "sorry" but it has not.
Proof:
The dialogue is `on-screen` - you can hear me asking questions and watch Julie answer.
Example:
Me: "Tonight Julie is playing a call girl visiting 64 Chestnut Road"
I point the camera at the front door and in she walks wearing a long black fur coat - I ask "what is your name - how much do you charge?"
The full dialogue is in the book and on both the video and dvd.
There aint a lot of small talk as when Julie removes the coat and reveals she is wearing just black high-heeled boots and black stockings - I just want to get on with it LOL.
Another classic clip from 64 Chestnut Road is Julie dressed as a policewoman, performing a `dirty strip` from her pub days - and then pleasuring herself with a kiddies toy truncheon.
In other films I also do an introduction and mention the location - like in her naked tour of 30 The Gables.
In this she crawls like a dog naked on all fours - from the front door - across the lounge - and the up the stairs - with me following and filming from behind.
Once in the bedroom I place the camera on a Bedside Cupboard and video us having sex and Julie giving me a `Blow-job`.
There are also plenty of comments from Julie throughout confirming she was a willing and happy performer.
If she wishes to deny any of the above - how does she explain the content of the tapes/dvd in my possession.
Will she claim it`s a `body double`?
The book will contain all the storylines, dialogue and reviews of the action which as well as Julie stripping off, dressing up and dirty dancing includes full sex, oral sex and lots more fun.
Again if anyone wishes to deny any of the above I am willing to take a Lie Detector Test.
Are you Julie?
Also JTJ continues to tell friends "It was a one-off to please Garry" - but she sings another tune in private.
She asked a court to handover all the pictures and videos - (instead I handed over 5 pictures and I think 9 videos of Family parties etc LOL)
If you still have them - check them out babe - no way was I `giving up` my `prized posessions` LOL.
I took a gamble with my liberty and won. I didnt think the authorities would check the content and they didnt LOL.
But I thought Julie would - but as I`m a gambler by nature - I took a chance and palmed her and the corrupt court off with Birthday Parties, trips to the seaside and places like Colchester Zoo - the bent Judge might `scare` the Legal Profession at Chelmsford County Court - but the corrupt scumbag didnt scare me.
And lets not forget that last year she handed over some of her own `pictures` to the Old Bill and lied that I had sent them to her.
As I said earlier in the book `how much lower could she sink to get me done?`.
She handed over pornographic pictures of herself to strange men.
But there is a funny side - I always try to get humour out of every situation.
A few years ago she lied to the court that I had sent porno pictures to her boss at Sainsburys.
But Peter Tibbs Snr never turned up in court and no pictures were ever produced. Now for the truth.
At the time I was shopping online and Sainsburys were delivering my food.
Over the weeks I got to know the dellivery drivers. I said to a few "My ex-wife works at your place on the 127 roundabout on Health And Beauty section"
I would decscribe her as looking like Patsy Kensit - and they would say "yeah I know her" - I would them show them a few of her porno snaps and they would laugh - and I roared when one said "Yeah I know her but I aint seen her like that before"
One of the blokes was about 35, Greek or Turkish and came from Walthamstow - we got on so well he`d come in for a chat and tell me his life story. From memory he had a couple of kids he adored - but I cant remember his name.
I also told the drivers "She`s a model for The Sunday Sport" - No that wasnt a blatant lie - as I dont tell lies and there aint none in this book.
The tuth is I did send her pictures to "Show Us Yours" in The Sport and various webites like `How To Get Revenge On Your Ex`.
The full details appear in the book.
I expose her Porn Past for one reason and one reason only. That being she allowed her perverted boyfriend and former pimp richard grimson to violently threaten and verbally sexually abuse my three children.
She did not lift a finger to protect my children and refused to press charges against her lover.
I hope feminists and all decent women will agree that a Mother should protect her children at all times.
Julie Johnson allowed her boyfriend to threaten her sons with a iron bar and boast he was having sordid sex sessions with her daughter.
This is NOT fiction a lie or a smear. It is a FACT that can be confirmed by both Basildon Police and Essex Social Services.
A fact I repeated on oath at The High Court ... a FACT that was accepted as FACT at not only The High Court but also at Southend, Chelmsford, Cambridge and Basildon Courts.
It was Julie herself who admitted on oath at Southend Court to starring in pornographic movies.
I did NOT out her as she exposed herself.
There is no way I would have allowed such facts to enter the public domain ... but she has confessed on-the-record there was nothing I could do.
The genie was out of the bottle so to speak.
Julie Taylor - The former McEntee schoolgirl (Class of 1983) who became a porn star.
This is because in June 2005 I was `humiliated and embarrassed` so now I am returning the favour.
I want to entertain the reader and cleanse my soul. I aint a `bunny boiler` but if some-one screws you over you have a responsibility to yourself to get even.
I aint sure this will make me feel any better - only time will tell. They do say "revenge is best served cold" and I have been waiting long enough to hit back.
I was the `innocent victim` of the ultimate betrayal - so few people reading this book should be against me having my moment.
As they say "every dog has its day" and this is mine. I could of been dignified and kept quite - but that aint my way.
I am getting revenge and justice because I am writing a `frank and honest` autobiography and for 12 years filming and producing Julie in porno movies was a major part of our marriage.
If I didnt reveal there excistence it would be a bit like Sir Geoff Hurst writing his autobiography and not mentioning his hat-trick in the 1966 World Cup Final.
The truth is we have all disgraced ourselves at one time or another - and luckily for me a `certain person` did it in front of a video camera.
And every act, performance and lets be honest `magic moment` was captured on film (and has now been transferred to dvd).
What follows is the truth about the porn movies starring Basildon Babe Julie Taylor Johnson which were filmed over a 12-year period between 1992 - 2004.
As these are just extracts from The Punk Poet I will only refer to the various locations by numbers and letters.
Location One: 11 Shirley Gardens will be referred to as 11SG
Location Two: 30 The Gables as 30TG
Location Three: 64 Chestnut Road as 64CR
And Location Four: 22 Bridge Road will for now be referred to as 22BR
I am sure that when the book is published and the dvd is on sale - that although Basildon Council probably wont erect a Blue Plaque outside - at least one of the houses could become a tourist attraction.
The star of my films JULIE JOHNSON - formerly JULIE KATHLEEN TAYLOR - and now known as JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON - has told various people that she only made one film - claiming "it was a one-off to please Garry"
That is bollocks and as they say "the camera doesnt lie"...and NEITHER do the Southend Court documents where she ADMITTED to starring in FOUR PORNO MOVIES.
When the compilation dvd is released (in 2011) people will not only see changes in her physical appearance but also notice the different locations.
Filming took place over a 12-year period with various breaks due to pregnancy and getting `back into shape`.
I checked the other day and wrote down the following facts.
Filming took place in 4 different houses. Four bedrooms, 3 lounges, various hallways, bathrooms and two kitchens.
I know we once had a big house but it wasnt a bloody mansion. Julie has various hairstyles and her bodyshape changes throughout.
She is always stunning and blonde but her figure varies between a size Eight and a 12.
In the earlier polaroid pictures and first film Julie had not had a baby but during the next 12 years she gave birth three times.
So her body went from a teenage size 8 to a 12. You cannot put her `changing appearance` down to wigs or make-up.
As it is her beautiful face and cute bum in every movie - and the truth is Julie got better looking every year I knew her.
She never aged or lost her looks - and still hasnt.
And for those still dont believe me - there is also a soundtrack - my voice giving directions and praising the `star`.
No - its not been added on - "sorry" but it has not.
Proof:
The dialogue is `on-screen` - you can hear me asking questions and watch Julie answer.
Example:
Me: "Tonight Julie is playing a call girl visiting 64 Chestnut Road"
I point the camera at the front door and in she walks wearing a long black fur coat - I ask "what is your name - how much do you charge?"
The full dialogue is in the book and on both the video and dvd.
There aint a lot of small talk as when Julie removes the coat and reveals she is wearing just black high-heeled boots and black stockings - I just want to get on with it LOL.
Another classic clip from 64 Chestnut Road is Julie dressed as a policewoman, performing a `dirty strip` from her pub days - and then pleasuring herself with a kiddies toy truncheon.
In other films I also do an introduction and mention the location - like in her naked tour of 30 The Gables.
In this she crawls like a dog naked on all fours - from the front door - across the lounge - and the up the stairs - with me following and filming from behind.
Once in the bedroom I place the camera on a Bedside Cupboard and video us having sex and Julie giving me a `Blow-job`.
There are also plenty of comments from Julie throughout confirming she was a willing and happy performer.
If she wishes to deny any of the above - how does she explain the content of the tapes/dvd in my possession.
Will she claim it`s a `body double`?
The book will contain all the storylines, dialogue and reviews of the action which as well as Julie stripping off, dressing up and dirty dancing includes full sex, oral sex and lots more fun.
Again if anyone wishes to deny any of the above I am willing to take a Lie Detector Test.
Are you Julie?
Also JTJ continues to tell friends "It was a one-off to please Garry" - but she sings another tune in private.
She asked a court to handover all the pictures and videos - (instead I handed over 5 pictures and I think 9 videos of Family parties etc LOL)
If you still have them - check them out babe - no way was I `giving up` my `prized posessions` LOL.
I took a gamble with my liberty and won. I didnt think the authorities would check the content and they didnt LOL.
But I thought Julie would - but as I`m a gambler by nature - I took a chance and palmed her and the corrupt court off with Birthday Parties, trips to the seaside and places like Colchester Zoo - the bent Judge might `scare` the Legal Profession at Chelmsford County Court - but the corrupt scumbag didnt scare me.
And lets not forget that last year she handed over some of her own `pictures` to the Old Bill and lied that I had sent them to her.
As I said earlier in the book `how much lower could she sink to get me done?`.
She handed over pornographic pictures of herself to strange men.
But there is a funny side - I always try to get humour out of every situation.
A few years ago she lied to the court that I had sent porno pictures to her boss at Sainsburys.
But Peter Tibbs Snr never turned up in court and no pictures were ever produced. Now for the truth.
At the time I was shopping online and Sainsburys were delivering my food.
Over the weeks I got to know the dellivery drivers. I said to a few "My ex-wife works at your place on the 127 roundabout on Health And Beauty section"
I would decscribe her as looking like Patsy Kensit - and they would say "yeah I know her" - I would them show them a few of her porno snaps and they would laugh - and I roared when one said "Yeah I know her but I aint seen her like that before"
One of the blokes was about 35, Greek or Turkish and came from Walthamstow - we got on so well he`d come in for a chat and tell me his life story. From memory he had a couple of kids he adored - but I cant remember his name.
I also told the drivers "She`s a model for The Sunday Sport" - No that wasnt a blatant lie - as I dont tell lies and there aint none in this book.
The tuth is I did send her pictures to "Show Us Yours" in The Sport and various webites like `How To Get Revenge On Your Ex`.
The full details appear in the book.
Saturday 13 February 2010
The Kray Twins
What follows is an extract from Bushell Off The box which confirms that like me Gal B is a `fan` of kosher gangsters but hates low-life perverts like Richard Grimson.
I met and shook hands with Charlie Kray but Bushell got to meet The Twins. He visited both Reg and Ron in prison.
Ronnie approached him first via Wilf Pine, an old music biz associate of Garry`s.
Bushell says:
"I got involved with Ronnie Kray first, via Wilf Pine who I`d known from my days in rock. Wilf was a real villian, who had got involved with the music business through Don Arden - Wilf was Don`s enforcer.
Like many real villians, Wilf is also funny, a gent and he doesnt hurt civillians.
His book tells just some of his story. He is one of few English villians to be a `made man` - a full member of the New York Gambino Family, and a friend of Joe Pagano.
In his youth at the height of the Krays / Richardson feud, Wilf had led his own gang on audacious raids into both territories letting both the twins and the Richardsons think their rivals were responsible.
That takes balls. Years later he became good friends with both. He contacted me in 1989 on behalf of Ronnie Kray, who wanted me to visit him in Broadmoor.
Wilf took me in personally. Ronnie was furious that the peadophile gang who had abused and murdered 14-year-old Jason Swift had recieved recommended sentances of just 15 years when Reggie was serving 30 years for one gangland killing.
Although criminally insane, Ronnie didnmt talk like a madman. He was soft-spoken, lively and quick-witted. He smoked constantly and on one visit drank non-alcoholic lager non-stop.
When we met he was dressed as immaculately as he did at the height of The Krays criminal empire.
He was wearing a £500 hand-made Italian suit, silk tie, solid gold Gucci watch, gold and diamond pinkie ring and solid gold cufflinks with the initial `R` engraved on one and `K` on the other".
For the full version buy Bushell Off The Box in which Garry reveals that Ronnie hated paedophiles, child killers and rapists.
Bushell says "once I went in with Wilf, who tapped me on the shoulder and said `take a look at whose just come in` - It was the Yorkshire Ripper looking fat and evil.
Ronnie just stared - and `If looks could kill` the mass murderer would of been dead"
Oddly, I found Ronnie a lot easier to get on with than Reg who I visited in Lewes Prison and Gartree.
Ron was chatty, Reg was more intense.
And like Ron he hated child killers, rapists and paedophiles. I got angry about the length of time he was kept behind bars"
For the full version buy Bushell Off The Box.
The reason for including these extracts is to show how real gangsters, journalists like Garry Bushell and `devoted dads` like myself all hate pathetic perverts like Ian Huntley and Richard Grimson.
Bushell says in the book:
"Its not fashionable to say this in today`s liberal climate but The Krays were political prisoners. When I visited Reg and Ron they were very warm and articulate. I can only speak as I find.
Through the twins I went on to meet characters such as Tony Lambriano, Joey Pyle, Lenny McLean and Roy `pretty boy` Shaw."
I asked `have you ever used your underworld connections to help a friend?`
He said; "On one occassion, the young children of one of my oldest friends were being threatened by a pervert, in gross sexual terms.
Obviously that kind of thing cant be tolerated . I had a few words and a hit squad of heavies were dispatched from South London. The resulting discussion helped this odious creep realise the error of his ways in a manor that her Majesty`s police could never do"
Garry added:
"I cant stand any form of child abuse and a grown man threatening to beat up 13 and 10 year old boys and involving a six-year-old little girl in his sick sexual fantasies is out of order.
I believe in capital punishment for paedophiles I would hang them myself if need be. I aint joking"
Being an `investigative journalist` and a bit of a Sherlock Holmes - I tracked down and spoke to the gangster who had a `word` with former pimp and perverted child abuser richard grimson.
I met and shook hands with Charlie Kray but Bushell got to meet The Twins. He visited both Reg and Ron in prison.
Ronnie approached him first via Wilf Pine, an old music biz associate of Garry`s.
Bushell says:
"I got involved with Ronnie Kray first, via Wilf Pine who I`d known from my days in rock. Wilf was a real villian, who had got involved with the music business through Don Arden - Wilf was Don`s enforcer.
Like many real villians, Wilf is also funny, a gent and he doesnt hurt civillians.
His book tells just some of his story. He is one of few English villians to be a `made man` - a full member of the New York Gambino Family, and a friend of Joe Pagano.
In his youth at the height of the Krays / Richardson feud, Wilf had led his own gang on audacious raids into both territories letting both the twins and the Richardsons think their rivals were responsible.
That takes balls. Years later he became good friends with both. He contacted me in 1989 on behalf of Ronnie Kray, who wanted me to visit him in Broadmoor.
Wilf took me in personally. Ronnie was furious that the peadophile gang who had abused and murdered 14-year-old Jason Swift had recieved recommended sentances of just 15 years when Reggie was serving 30 years for one gangland killing.
Although criminally insane, Ronnie didnmt talk like a madman. He was soft-spoken, lively and quick-witted. He smoked constantly and on one visit drank non-alcoholic lager non-stop.
When we met he was dressed as immaculately as he did at the height of The Krays criminal empire.
He was wearing a £500 hand-made Italian suit, silk tie, solid gold Gucci watch, gold and diamond pinkie ring and solid gold cufflinks with the initial `R` engraved on one and `K` on the other".
For the full version buy Bushell Off The Box in which Garry reveals that Ronnie hated paedophiles, child killers and rapists.
Bushell says "once I went in with Wilf, who tapped me on the shoulder and said `take a look at whose just come in` - It was the Yorkshire Ripper looking fat and evil.
Ronnie just stared - and `If looks could kill` the mass murderer would of been dead"
Oddly, I found Ronnie a lot easier to get on with than Reg who I visited in Lewes Prison and Gartree.
Ron was chatty, Reg was more intense.
And like Ron he hated child killers, rapists and paedophiles. I got angry about the length of time he was kept behind bars"
For the full version buy Bushell Off The Box.
The reason for including these extracts is to show how real gangsters, journalists like Garry Bushell and `devoted dads` like myself all hate pathetic perverts like Ian Huntley and Richard Grimson.
Bushell says in the book:
"Its not fashionable to say this in today`s liberal climate but The Krays were political prisoners. When I visited Reg and Ron they were very warm and articulate. I can only speak as I find.
Through the twins I went on to meet characters such as Tony Lambriano, Joey Pyle, Lenny McLean and Roy `pretty boy` Shaw."
I asked `have you ever used your underworld connections to help a friend?`
He said; "On one occassion, the young children of one of my oldest friends were being threatened by a pervert, in gross sexual terms.
Obviously that kind of thing cant be tolerated . I had a few words and a hit squad of heavies were dispatched from South London. The resulting discussion helped this odious creep realise the error of his ways in a manor that her Majesty`s police could never do"
Garry added:
"I cant stand any form of child abuse and a grown man threatening to beat up 13 and 10 year old boys and involving a six-year-old little girl in his sick sexual fantasies is out of order.
I believe in capital punishment for paedophiles I would hang them myself if need be. I aint joking"
Being an `investigative journalist` and a bit of a Sherlock Holmes - I tracked down and spoke to the gangster who had a `word` with former pimp and perverted child abuser richard grimson.
The Underworld legend said:
"We drove to Wickford, knocked on his door and when grimson saw it was me - he squeeled like a pig, cried like a baby and called the police"
The full version is in Bushell Off The Box.
"We drove to Wickford, knocked on his door and when grimson saw it was me - he squeeled like a pig, cried like a baby and called the police"
The full version is in Bushell Off The Box.
Wednesday 10 February 2010
Why My Marriage Didnt Work
Princess Diana said there were three people in her marriage. The human face of the Royal Family was lucky.
There were eight in mine.
Julie, me, her parents, my mum and dad and their partners. You will notice that I dont use the word `step-parents`.
I did not have a stepmother or a stepfather. I never wanted or needed one. They were just the `sleeping partners` of my parents and not connected to me by blood or DNA.
And I reckon if it werent for them suffocating and interferring in my life I would more then likely still be happily married and have all my children (instead of 2) living under my roof.
As I have stated throughout my autobiography The Punk Poet contains the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Unless I am 100% honest about everything there would be no point in writing it. That is why every single sentence in this book is a statement of fact.
So I wont start this Chapter by attacking my former in-laws. I will blame my own poor excuse for a dad and my mum.
They cast a dark shadow not just over my marriage but my life. The truth is that in the 18 years before I met Julie I hardly had any contact with them. And looking back that is how it should of stayed.
After my dad `walked out` to be with his latest fancy woman - contact almost stopped - and at one time I think I went 5 years without talking to him.
My mum moved up North and then to South Africa (for 6 years - it could of been longer or shorter - to be honest I cant remember) and on her return I think I only saw her about once a year.
I know before meeting Julie I had only twice been to my mum`s home in Cheshire. I once stayed overnight with my girlfriend Erica Echenberg and the second time I had The Stone Roses for company.
And I never stayed at my dad`s coz I hated his wife (the hate was mutual).
So as you can see I werent close to either my mum or dad - but I was f*****g happy. I chose to be seperated from them.
But when I met Julie and they found out I was going to get married they suddenly `reclaimed` me as their son - and like a mug I let them.
I remember weeks after meeting Julie - I got a phone call from my old man`s wife saying he had been rushed to Orsett Hospital with a heart-attack.
At first the voice in my head was saying "so what" - but Julie talked me into going to the hospital and so we turned up at 3am.
God I wish I hadnt. That visit brought him back into my life and along with it all the demons from my past.
I will go into detail in the book - but I can honestly say that apart from the adultery and the lying to get my children put into care that was the worst thing Julie ever did to me.
One of my character traits / faults - is that I like to `please` and I welcomed my dad back into my life with open arms.
I think adults revert to `children` when they are with their parents - and to me `Chazzy Boy` was a hero again.
No he werent - he was still a self-centred and selfish bastard - but I was wearing rose-tinted spectacles.
Things got worse when my kids come along and I just couldnt handle him and his wife holding my children.
I could see he was `conning` my children just how he conned me. To her credit Julie could see right through him and would say "How can you forgive him for what he did to you all them years ago?"
I would always reply "but he`s my dad". I was weak and she was right.
The same goes for my mum - I let her back into my life - and Julie would say "How can you forgive her for walking out on you?"
How ironic that years later she would walk out on her family?
But the truth is I think Julie was right - If I had kept them and also her interferring parents out of our lives we would still be happily married.
I take the blame for letting others `screw up` our marriage. (not the screwing, that was down to Julie LOL )
It was me who was weak and with `hindsight` in the wrong.
There are two events in my marraige apart from the adultery that `freaked me out`. The actual Wedding Day was `terrible`- please let me explain.
Julie looked beautiful, I loved her and I truly wanted to marry her - but I could of done without the actual wedding.
My mum and dad were in the same room together for the first time since I was 12 and it `freaked me`. I hated it.
They had not spoken for almost 18 years and I had not been in the same room with them since I was Twelve.
It still affects me now. The other incident was the birth of my eldest son - as both mother and child almost died.
My son was in the Special Unit of Basildon Hospital for 10 days and Julie had a emergency ceasereaen (I have probably spelt that wrong)
She looked like a corpse when I visited her and he was so tiny. After about 3 days I had to change his nappy with him all connected to wires and machines.
I almost feinted and the nurse brought me a chair. Those two `pictures` have stayed with me and I dont think I`ve ever recovered.
The wedding day and the birth of my eldest `triggered` something in my head (and I dont mean madness).
Those two incidents and letting my mum and dad back into my life left scars, opened wounds and with `hindsight`affected me more then I realised.
I am certain that if it wasn`t for the re-unification with my parents that I would still be a happily married man.
There were eight in mine.
Julie, me, her parents, my mum and dad and their partners. You will notice that I dont use the word `step-parents`.
I did not have a stepmother or a stepfather. I never wanted or needed one. They were just the `sleeping partners` of my parents and not connected to me by blood or DNA.
And I reckon if it werent for them suffocating and interferring in my life I would more then likely still be happily married and have all my children (instead of 2) living under my roof.
As I have stated throughout my autobiography The Punk Poet contains the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Unless I am 100% honest about everything there would be no point in writing it. That is why every single sentence in this book is a statement of fact.
So I wont start this Chapter by attacking my former in-laws. I will blame my own poor excuse for a dad and my mum.
They cast a dark shadow not just over my marriage but my life. The truth is that in the 18 years before I met Julie I hardly had any contact with them. And looking back that is how it should of stayed.
After my dad `walked out` to be with his latest fancy woman - contact almost stopped - and at one time I think I went 5 years without talking to him.
My mum moved up North and then to South Africa (for 6 years - it could of been longer or shorter - to be honest I cant remember) and on her return I think I only saw her about once a year.
I know before meeting Julie I had only twice been to my mum`s home in Cheshire. I once stayed overnight with my girlfriend Erica Echenberg and the second time I had The Stone Roses for company.
And I never stayed at my dad`s coz I hated his wife (the hate was mutual).
So as you can see I werent close to either my mum or dad - but I was f*****g happy. I chose to be seperated from them.
But when I met Julie and they found out I was going to get married they suddenly `reclaimed` me as their son - and like a mug I let them.
I remember weeks after meeting Julie - I got a phone call from my old man`s wife saying he had been rushed to Orsett Hospital with a heart-attack.
At first the voice in my head was saying "so what" - but Julie talked me into going to the hospital and so we turned up at 3am.
God I wish I hadnt. That visit brought him back into my life and along with it all the demons from my past.
I will go into detail in the book - but I can honestly say that apart from the adultery and the lying to get my children put into care that was the worst thing Julie ever did to me.
One of my character traits / faults - is that I like to `please` and I welcomed my dad back into my life with open arms.
I think adults revert to `children` when they are with their parents - and to me `Chazzy Boy` was a hero again.
No he werent - he was still a self-centred and selfish bastard - but I was wearing rose-tinted spectacles.
Things got worse when my kids come along and I just couldnt handle him and his wife holding my children.
I could see he was `conning` my children just how he conned me. To her credit Julie could see right through him and would say "How can you forgive him for what he did to you all them years ago?"
I would always reply "but he`s my dad". I was weak and she was right.
The same goes for my mum - I let her back into my life - and Julie would say "How can you forgive her for walking out on you?"
How ironic that years later she would walk out on her family?
But the truth is I think Julie was right - If I had kept them and also her interferring parents out of our lives we would still be happily married.
I take the blame for letting others `screw up` our marriage. (not the screwing, that was down to Julie LOL )
It was me who was weak and with `hindsight` in the wrong.
There are two events in my marraige apart from the adultery that `freaked me out`. The actual Wedding Day was `terrible`- please let me explain.
Julie looked beautiful, I loved her and I truly wanted to marry her - but I could of done without the actual wedding.
My mum and dad were in the same room together for the first time since I was 12 and it `freaked me`. I hated it.
They had not spoken for almost 18 years and I had not been in the same room with them since I was Twelve.
It still affects me now. The other incident was the birth of my eldest son - as both mother and child almost died.
My son was in the Special Unit of Basildon Hospital for 10 days and Julie had a emergency ceasereaen (I have probably spelt that wrong)
She looked like a corpse when I visited her and he was so tiny. After about 3 days I had to change his nappy with him all connected to wires and machines.
I almost feinted and the nurse brought me a chair. Those two `pictures` have stayed with me and I dont think I`ve ever recovered.
The wedding day and the birth of my eldest `triggered` something in my head (and I dont mean madness).
Those two incidents and letting my mum and dad back into my life left scars, opened wounds and with `hindsight`affected me more then I realised.
I am certain that if it wasn`t for the re-unification with my parents that I would still be a happily married man.
Friday 5 February 2010
Five Years
Not just the name of a David Bowie classic but also the title of this Chapter.
In the past five years I have had sex with two women I didnt really want to - with another one I shouldnt had - but not with the two I wanted to most.
One of those is my ex-wife and the other a secret.
In the past five years I have also been banged up in a top security prison, had two admissions to Basildon Hospital with heart problems and survived a cancer scare.
I have survived numerous attempts on my life by the corrupt legal system, Social Services, the police and my ex-wife.
They all conspired to destroy me using a combination of lies and deceit.
I know I sound like a character or a storyline from Eastenders - but believe me I aint reading from no script.
This is reality and not a soppy soap opera and I have official documents to prove all my claims.
My case and `miscarraige of justice` has taken me from a tiny cell in Bellmarsh to The Houses Of Parliament.
When I first contacted my MP for help - he didnt want to know - but after inviting me to his office in The House Of Commons and reading all my paperwork he was outraged.
So much so that he passed my case to other MPs, raised his concerns on the floor of Parliament and passed my documents to Justice Minister Jack Straw.
I even got a mention in Hansard and now my case has been accepted by the European Court Of Human Rights.
So you see every allegation, revelation and Statement I make in this book is 100% the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
And why I have set up MarraigeMOT.
Example:
My wife divorced me for what her legal team called my "unreasonable behaviour" but they never explained their position.
Example:
My solicitor said "unreasonable behaviour is just a term - it can be anything your wife considers to be unreasonable.
If she considered you leaving your socks in the lounge every night unreasonable - then that gives her grounds for divorce"
Now you know why MarraigeMOT is needed in the UK.
The truth is there was no `unreasonable behaviour` on my part but in the Divorce Courts that dont count for nothing.
My wife admitted adultery - but rather then split in a `friendly` and amicable way - she wanted it to be as `dirty` as possible - and urged on by her legal team she told `lie after lie`.
There were 6 months of ex-parte hearings in private and behind closed doors - a communist style kangaroo court - that I wasnt even aware of.
The first I knew of the `secret court hearings` was when I was arrested - cuffed - chained and dragged off to Bellmarsh Prison.
I had the Criminal Mental Health people, the courts, the police and my ex-wife, her solicitors and social services all united against me.
It was me versus the State.
My wife had with the help of her parents, boyfriend, a corrupt shrink by the name of Dr Best convinced them I was `mad, bad, dangerous and mentally ill`
I was told told in Bellmarsh that I could be held indefinetely unless I could convince them that I wasnt mad.
Two prison shrinks interviewed me over a ten-day period and passed me sane.
At one stage I was accused of being about to carry out `seven murders` - even my solicitor was offered offered police protection.
But she thought it was a `bad joke` and to show her contempt spent almost an hour alone with me in my cell.
It was only after my release from Bellmarsh that I was told what my ex-wife and her legal team had been up to.
They had plotted behind my back for 6 months. I had no knowledge of the court hearings so I had no chance to challenge their allegations or defend my good name.
My ex-wife and her solicitors had been shooting into a open goal. So much for British justice.
For 6 months they were allowed to tell the courts, the police and social services that I was mad.
It was lie after lie just so that my ex-wife could get the house and have my children put into Care.
She has told `mutual friends` - "my solicitor said if I wanted the house and custody of the children I had to lie about Garry"
People say even now she has great difficulty in starting a sentence without saying "My solicitor said".
She loved the drama of it all and being in the spotlight.
Joolz always loved being the centre of attention - and I`m sure that at times she really thought she was starring in a Hollywood movie.
And I know Julie loved being an actress - but this was not her style - it was a serious drama with no nudity or sex scenes LOL.
I felt like saying "you dont live in the world" - so she was `putty in the hands` of a legal team who just forced her to lie and lie and lie.
The sad thing is - and I do feel sorry for her (no I am not a wimp - but we were married for 15 years)
.
I feel `sorry` for her because she started to believe that these legal leeches were her friends and had genuine feelings for her.
All they did by urging Julie to lie was to alienate her further from her own children. She forgot that it is her who is going to miss out on Weddings and grand-children not her so-called posh friends.
They couldnt give a monkeys about her. The truth is her judgement has been terrible for five years.
Lets be honest how many mums would sacrifice there family and desert there children for a perverted pimp?
But as they say `you make your bed and you lie in it"
Well the truth is she lied like a `professional` and got the house but she lost her sons - she stopped being their mum in June 2005.
At what a price we paid just so she could get the house, car and all the money.
Her lies led to my children going into care, me into prison and the numerous court cases have so far cost £1.2m pounds.
Thanx to her blatant lies both boys have spent almost 5 years on-the-run living at various `safe houses`.
They have been subjected to police raids, locked up and chased by Old Bill all over Wickford, Basildon and Pitsea.
Both have been dragged from their beds in just their boxer shorts and my eldest has been slammed up against the wall by some mouthy `sweaty sock` cop wearing body armour.
On one occassion 8 cops in a SPG van stormed our house to arrest a 14-year-old and his 12-year-old brother.
All this is due to the consequences of her lies.
I must say that although we are `suing the police` most have treated the boys in a decent fashion - and one young female officer was almost in tears as both boys were dragged from my care.
But all is fine now and the boys and me are on first name terms with most of the cops in Wickford - we even stop for a chat in Wickford High Street.
Just the other day my eldest son and me were shopping in Somerfields and three different cops came and said "hello" and asked how we were getting on.
In the past five years I have had sex with two women I didnt really want to - with another one I shouldnt had - but not with the two I wanted to most.
One of those is my ex-wife and the other a secret.
In the past five years I have also been banged up in a top security prison, had two admissions to Basildon Hospital with heart problems and survived a cancer scare.
I have survived numerous attempts on my life by the corrupt legal system, Social Services, the police and my ex-wife.
They all conspired to destroy me using a combination of lies and deceit.
I know I sound like a character or a storyline from Eastenders - but believe me I aint reading from no script.
This is reality and not a soppy soap opera and I have official documents to prove all my claims.
My case and `miscarraige of justice` has taken me from a tiny cell in Bellmarsh to The Houses Of Parliament.
When I first contacted my MP for help - he didnt want to know - but after inviting me to his office in The House Of Commons and reading all my paperwork he was outraged.
So much so that he passed my case to other MPs, raised his concerns on the floor of Parliament and passed my documents to Justice Minister Jack Straw.
I even got a mention in Hansard and now my case has been accepted by the European Court Of Human Rights.
So you see every allegation, revelation and Statement I make in this book is 100% the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
And why I have set up MarraigeMOT.
Example:
My wife divorced me for what her legal team called my "unreasonable behaviour" but they never explained their position.
Example:
My solicitor said "unreasonable behaviour is just a term - it can be anything your wife considers to be unreasonable.
If she considered you leaving your socks in the lounge every night unreasonable - then that gives her grounds for divorce"
Now you know why MarraigeMOT is needed in the UK.
The truth is there was no `unreasonable behaviour` on my part but in the Divorce Courts that dont count for nothing.
My wife admitted adultery - but rather then split in a `friendly` and amicable way - she wanted it to be as `dirty` as possible - and urged on by her legal team she told `lie after lie`.
There were 6 months of ex-parte hearings in private and behind closed doors - a communist style kangaroo court - that I wasnt even aware of.
The first I knew of the `secret court hearings` was when I was arrested - cuffed - chained and dragged off to Bellmarsh Prison.
I had the Criminal Mental Health people, the courts, the police and my ex-wife, her solicitors and social services all united against me.
It was me versus the State.
My wife had with the help of her parents, boyfriend, a corrupt shrink by the name of Dr Best convinced them I was `mad, bad, dangerous and mentally ill`
I was told told in Bellmarsh that I could be held indefinetely unless I could convince them that I wasnt mad.
Two prison shrinks interviewed me over a ten-day period and passed me sane.
At one stage I was accused of being about to carry out `seven murders` - even my solicitor was offered offered police protection.
But she thought it was a `bad joke` and to show her contempt spent almost an hour alone with me in my cell.
It was only after my release from Bellmarsh that I was told what my ex-wife and her legal team had been up to.
They had plotted behind my back for 6 months. I had no knowledge of the court hearings so I had no chance to challenge their allegations or defend my good name.
My ex-wife and her solicitors had been shooting into a open goal. So much for British justice.
For 6 months they were allowed to tell the courts, the police and social services that I was mad.
It was lie after lie just so that my ex-wife could get the house and have my children put into Care.
She has told `mutual friends` - "my solicitor said if I wanted the house and custody of the children I had to lie about Garry"
People say even now she has great difficulty in starting a sentence without saying "My solicitor said".
She loved the drama of it all and being in the spotlight.
Joolz always loved being the centre of attention - and I`m sure that at times she really thought she was starring in a Hollywood movie.
And I know Julie loved being an actress - but this was not her style - it was a serious drama with no nudity or sex scenes LOL.
I felt like saying "you dont live in the world" - so she was `putty in the hands` of a legal team who just forced her to lie and lie and lie.
The sad thing is - and I do feel sorry for her (no I am not a wimp - but we were married for 15 years)
.
I feel `sorry` for her because she started to believe that these legal leeches were her friends and had genuine feelings for her.
All they did by urging Julie to lie was to alienate her further from her own children. She forgot that it is her who is going to miss out on Weddings and grand-children not her so-called posh friends.
They couldnt give a monkeys about her. The truth is her judgement has been terrible for five years.
Lets be honest how many mums would sacrifice there family and desert there children for a perverted pimp?
But as they say `you make your bed and you lie in it"
Well the truth is she lied like a `professional` and got the house but she lost her sons - she stopped being their mum in June 2005.
At what a price we paid just so she could get the house, car and all the money.
Her lies led to my children going into care, me into prison and the numerous court cases have so far cost £1.2m pounds.
Thanx to her blatant lies both boys have spent almost 5 years on-the-run living at various `safe houses`.
They have been subjected to police raids, locked up and chased by Old Bill all over Wickford, Basildon and Pitsea.
Both have been dragged from their beds in just their boxer shorts and my eldest has been slammed up against the wall by some mouthy `sweaty sock` cop wearing body armour.
On one occassion 8 cops in a SPG van stormed our house to arrest a 14-year-old and his 12-year-old brother.
All this is due to the consequences of her lies.
I must say that although we are `suing the police` most have treated the boys in a decent fashion - and one young female officer was almost in tears as both boys were dragged from my care.
But all is fine now and the boys and me are on first name terms with most of the cops in Wickford - we even stop for a chat in Wickford High Street.
Just the other day my eldest son and me were shopping in Somerfields and three different cops came and said "hello" and asked how we were getting on.
Thursday 4 February 2010
Julie Johnson - aka Julie Taylor Johnson / Polaroid Pictures & Porno Movies (McEntee Class of 83)
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Wednesday 3 February 2010
Tabloid Tales
My time at Sounds music magazine was a dream come true. It was a great laugh and money for old rope (a bit like being a solicitor though unlike them you had a moral code).
Every day was an adventure and wherever I lay my hat that was my home - but with `hindsight` I was still looking for love.
I couldnt find either at the time so wasted my life doing drugs, sleeping around and getting drunk.
My teenage years and bachelor days lasted longer then most - but eventually `burning the candle` at both ends would catch up with me.
It screwed me big-time. Wasted, broke and weighing not much more than 9 stone I holed up in a friends place for a month to `clean up` and emerged with a new look and outlook on life.
I no longer wanted to be Ziggy Stardust and thanx to Garry Bushell I blagged a cool job in Fleet Street.
And the story of my rise from `punk poet` to `Number One Showbiz tipster` working for Piers Morgan will be revealed in the book version of this online extract.
Mr Bushell hired me as a roving reporter for his gossip column. It was my job to find out who was bonking who and becoming `best mates` with Columbian marching powder.
It was a fantastic job and I`m proud to say I came up with dozens of front-page stories and hundreds of world exclusives.
The punk writer who discovered me singing in a East End pub was now a TV star and Editor of the most influential showbiz column in the UK.
And he gave me a entry into the wonderful and wacky world of showbiz.
I met everyone from Michael Jackson to Charlie Kray, Dale Winton, Samantha Fox, George Michael, Georgie Best.
Soap stars like Barbara Windsor, Bradley Walsh, Ross Kemp, Bobby Davro, TV tough guys Billy Murray and Jimmy Nail.
I got as pissed as a parrot with Noddy Holder and out of my head with Ozzy Osbourne.
And when I shook hands with David Bowie I didnt wash my hand for a week.
They are just a few of the famous faces I got to meet and hangout with - not bad for a borstal boy with no qualifications.
I was the poor Jewish boy `made good` although I wasnt Jewish.
I`ve even got `close` to a Miss World contestant (admitedly she didnt win - but she was a contender) that I met at the Video Cafe next to The London Palladium.
It was a fun time and my `brief` was to checkout showbiz parties and hangout in West End clubs like Stringfellows.
It was hard work but someone had to do it.
I was a `babe magnet` but not because of my `good looks` (I didnt have any). I was a ugly bastard with a big nose and a Rod Stewart barnet but what I did have was the `gift of the gab` and VIP passes to backstage parties at major rock gigs.
It was a dream gig, girls galore, free champers and the best Charlie in town - but looking back I was still looking for love.
Lust is no substitute for true love (a f***ing romantic or what? LOL)
I ended up living with a Canadian girl near Harrods. She was older then me and worked as a Press Officer for Spandau Ballet.
She was worldy wise and my own Mrs Robinson. There was something about her accent and the fact that she looked like Joan Jett from The Runaways and I Love Rock and Roll fame that attracted me.
Have you twigged that she wasnt blonde? My one and only girlfriend who wasnt a natural or bottle blonde.
How our romance ended I will save for the book - as I dont want my kids to know. The end is still something I am ashamed of - It was nothing nasty - but something happened that went against my `personal beliefs`.
I am half-Irish - and that is the only clue I`m giving for now!
At one time I `hungout` with Nikie, a sexy Sloanie type in South Kensington who introduced me to the Chelsea Arts Club, Lulu`s brother and her `Lipstick Lesbian` chums - and in return I introduced her to the delights of pie and mash and East End pubs.
Again she was older than me - and maybe I was looking for a `mother figure`? Aint it funny I have gone from fancying women 8 years older then me to `falling` for a `stunner` a few years my junior LOL.
I have a decade of amazing stories and showbiz scams and they will all appear in the book.
Then I met the gorgeous girl who would become my wife and the mother of my three children.
It was mutual `love at first sight` and within 12 weeks we were married.
And I honestly thought it would last forever.
I quit drugs, stopped drinking and became a house-husband and `hands on` Dad.
I swapped the rock`n`roll dream and shambolic but highly paid lifestyle for various `deadend jobs`.
I was a postman, a labourer, a warehouse worker - but I was happy.
For me being a top dad was the best job in the whole world and I was `bloody good at it`.
A f***ing natural. I was born to be a dad.
I dream constantly of the family life that I took for granted and expected to last forever. I have vivid dreams about my daughter every night.
I miss her and my family life on a daily basis. I want it back, but I know that will never happen and that it is gone forever.
That is why I sleep a lot. Its the only time I see my daughter.
For me a a good nights sleep and a brilliant dream is better then screwing Page 3 wannabess or any cocaine high.
It is only when I`m sleeping that I get to see my daughter. I have wonderful lucid dreams where we are cuddling, talking, laughing, kissing or playing in the garden and I get to tell her "I love you babe" before waking up in a cold sweat.
In the early days I would wake up crying - but time is a great healer - I no longer cry and just feel sad.
It has been 4 years since we were seperated by her mother`s adultery and the aftermath.
I dont see PRINCESS because my sons refuse all contact with their mother - and in a pure act of evil she has punished me by saying:
"If the boys wont see me - you aint seeing your daughter" and with the help of a corrupt legal system she has untill now got away with it.
But all that is about change and I will after 4 long years be re-united with my daughter.
The truth is I never gave up hope of seeing my little Princess.
I knew that one day I would hold her in my arms, take her to the park, the pictures, bowling, panto, buy her sweets or cook her breakfast.
I am upset now because speaking about my daughter...it brings out the `tears in me` - I miss my daughter so much.
And that is why I did what I did in 2006 - I `attacked` the pervert and pimp who said such disgusting things about my `little Princess`.
He was visited by `heavies` but luckily for him he was out - (and with hindsight me) - as I could be writing this from Bellmarsh LOL.
I named Grimson in public - I had had him `slaughtered` - I put three bullets in his fat ugly head - but I did it abut I did it in in print - not on the streets of Wickford - yet I still ended up in a top security prison.
Every day was an adventure and wherever I lay my hat that was my home - but with `hindsight` I was still looking for love.
I couldnt find either at the time so wasted my life doing drugs, sleeping around and getting drunk.
My teenage years and bachelor days lasted longer then most - but eventually `burning the candle` at both ends would catch up with me.
It screwed me big-time. Wasted, broke and weighing not much more than 9 stone I holed up in a friends place for a month to `clean up` and emerged with a new look and outlook on life.
I no longer wanted to be Ziggy Stardust and thanx to Garry Bushell I blagged a cool job in Fleet Street.
And the story of my rise from `punk poet` to `Number One Showbiz tipster` working for Piers Morgan will be revealed in the book version of this online extract.
Mr Bushell hired me as a roving reporter for his gossip column. It was my job to find out who was bonking who and becoming `best mates` with Columbian marching powder.
It was a fantastic job and I`m proud to say I came up with dozens of front-page stories and hundreds of world exclusives.
The punk writer who discovered me singing in a East End pub was now a TV star and Editor of the most influential showbiz column in the UK.
And he gave me a entry into the wonderful and wacky world of showbiz.
I met everyone from Michael Jackson to Charlie Kray, Dale Winton, Samantha Fox, George Michael, Georgie Best.
Soap stars like Barbara Windsor, Bradley Walsh, Ross Kemp, Bobby Davro, TV tough guys Billy Murray and Jimmy Nail.
I got as pissed as a parrot with Noddy Holder and out of my head with Ozzy Osbourne.
And when I shook hands with David Bowie I didnt wash my hand for a week.
They are just a few of the famous faces I got to meet and hangout with - not bad for a borstal boy with no qualifications.
I was the poor Jewish boy `made good` although I wasnt Jewish.
I`ve even got `close` to a Miss World contestant (admitedly she didnt win - but she was a contender) that I met at the Video Cafe next to The London Palladium.
It was a fun time and my `brief` was to checkout showbiz parties and hangout in West End clubs like Stringfellows.
It was hard work but someone had to do it.
I was a `babe magnet` but not because of my `good looks` (I didnt have any). I was a ugly bastard with a big nose and a Rod Stewart barnet but what I did have was the `gift of the gab` and VIP passes to backstage parties at major rock gigs.
It was a dream gig, girls galore, free champers and the best Charlie in town - but looking back I was still looking for love.
Lust is no substitute for true love (a f***ing romantic or what? LOL)
I ended up living with a Canadian girl near Harrods. She was older then me and worked as a Press Officer for Spandau Ballet.
She was worldy wise and my own Mrs Robinson. There was something about her accent and the fact that she looked like Joan Jett from The Runaways and I Love Rock and Roll fame that attracted me.
Have you twigged that she wasnt blonde? My one and only girlfriend who wasnt a natural or bottle blonde.
How our romance ended I will save for the book - as I dont want my kids to know. The end is still something I am ashamed of - It was nothing nasty - but something happened that went against my `personal beliefs`.
I am half-Irish - and that is the only clue I`m giving for now!
At one time I `hungout` with Nikie, a sexy Sloanie type in South Kensington who introduced me to the Chelsea Arts Club, Lulu`s brother and her `Lipstick Lesbian` chums - and in return I introduced her to the delights of pie and mash and East End pubs.
Again she was older than me - and maybe I was looking for a `mother figure`? Aint it funny I have gone from fancying women 8 years older then me to `falling` for a `stunner` a few years my junior LOL.
I have a decade of amazing stories and showbiz scams and they will all appear in the book.
Then I met the gorgeous girl who would become my wife and the mother of my three children.
It was mutual `love at first sight` and within 12 weeks we were married.
And I honestly thought it would last forever.
I quit drugs, stopped drinking and became a house-husband and `hands on` Dad.
I swapped the rock`n`roll dream and shambolic but highly paid lifestyle for various `deadend jobs`.
I was a postman, a labourer, a warehouse worker - but I was happy.
For me being a top dad was the best job in the whole world and I was `bloody good at it`.
A f***ing natural. I was born to be a dad.
I dream constantly of the family life that I took for granted and expected to last forever. I have vivid dreams about my daughter every night.
I miss her and my family life on a daily basis. I want it back, but I know that will never happen and that it is gone forever.
That is why I sleep a lot. Its the only time I see my daughter.
For me a a good nights sleep and a brilliant dream is better then screwing Page 3 wannabess or any cocaine high.
It is only when I`m sleeping that I get to see my daughter. I have wonderful lucid dreams where we are cuddling, talking, laughing, kissing or playing in the garden and I get to tell her "I love you babe" before waking up in a cold sweat.
In the early days I would wake up crying - but time is a great healer - I no longer cry and just feel sad.
It has been 4 years since we were seperated by her mother`s adultery and the aftermath.
I dont see PRINCESS because my sons refuse all contact with their mother - and in a pure act of evil she has punished me by saying:
"If the boys wont see me - you aint seeing your daughter" and with the help of a corrupt legal system she has untill now got away with it.
But all that is about change and I will after 4 long years be re-united with my daughter.
The truth is I never gave up hope of seeing my little Princess.
I knew that one day I would hold her in my arms, take her to the park, the pictures, bowling, panto, buy her sweets or cook her breakfast.
I am upset now because speaking about my daughter...it brings out the `tears in me` - I miss my daughter so much.
And that is why I did what I did in 2006 - I `attacked` the pervert and pimp who said such disgusting things about my `little Princess`.
He was visited by `heavies` but luckily for him he was out - (and with hindsight me) - as I could be writing this from Bellmarsh LOL.
I named Grimson in public - I had had him `slaughtered` - I put three bullets in his fat ugly head - but I did it abut I did it in in print - not on the streets of Wickford - yet I still ended up in a top security prison.
Monday 1 February 2010
Marraige MOT
I set up MarraigeMOT because I personally suffered at the hands of a corrupt legal system and because I want to help others - both men and women.
A Marraige MOT certificate will not be a legal document but it will offer a form of personal protection.
Example:
If after 15 years of marraige you end up in the Divorce Court you will have timed and dated evidence to either back-up your version of events or destroy the credibility of your accusers.
A MarraigeMOT certicficate should be signed by both parties at the beginning of every year and refer to the previous 12 months.
That way history can not be re-written at a later date.
I hope this Chapter will convince you that it is worth spending £9.99p on a MarraigeMOT certificate - its a lot cheaper then both a car MOT and a divorce.
Example:
I had my character slaughterd by both my ex-wife and her legal team. Julie has since told mutual friends that she now regrets being urged to lie - but the fact is she did carry out their instructions and lie.
A MarraigeMOT certificate would have stopped all the lying.
A brief list of the many false allegations that were made against me.
1. The barrister for my ex-wife "Mr Johnson why do you make such a big thing about wanting to watch your sons play football?
Mrs Johnson says that before the divorce you had no interest in their football"
Now that was a blatant lie. A wicked lie.
Some of the allegations for some reason didnt appear in the Transcripts of the case! (but are on the Audio tapes - which are part of the investigation being carried out by the Bar Standards, OJC and the other organisations looking into my `miscarraige of justice`)
That accusation as everyone who knows me can confirm was a evil lie.
My children (and my ex) know I attended every single match , in all weathers, ever since they started playing mini-soccer at the age of Five.
But such was the `corruption and prejudice` I was up against (before the High Court and European Court Of Human Rights got involved) that my ex-wife persuaded the Judge and social services to ban me from watching my sons play football for 8 weeks.
I was threatened with prison if I attended matches. It was even suggested in court at the end of the 8 week ban that I had been turning up in disguise - wearing a scarf and hoodie (as if I would do something like that LOL).
2. I admit I once got a bit `down` because I had `money worries` and went to see my GP for some "happy pills".
That is the truth - and I willingly admit I did get `stressed out" but that is as far as it went. I did not become a `manic depressive` or `mentally ill`.
And the only reason I went to the Doctor is because I had always been `happy go lucky` throughout my life - and didnt like feeling `a bit down`.
But when we got to court my ex-wife with the help of her legal team managed to persuade the Judge that I was a `mad, bad and dangerous`.
My few weeks of worry about a `cash-flow problem` had been blown-up into a major life-long mental illness.
And without a scrap of evidence - just the `lies` of my ex-wife I was branded `mad` but not in public or open court.
Oh no.
There had been six months of `secret hearings` behind closed doors that I was not even aware of - so much for British Justice.
In my abscence and without my knowledge (let alone a defence) I was found "guilty" and ended up in Bellmarsh Prison accused of about to carry out seven murders.
Dont laugh - this is no joke - it actually happened.
On the word of my ex-wife and some shrink from Harley Street I was reported to the police as a would-be murderer.
And I aint afraid to name the shrink. It was Dr Michael Best from Harley Street. He wrote a report (for which he charged £15,000 - but has not been paid) and for-the-record when we got to court he refused to repeat his allegations on oath and from the witness box.
Now do you understand why I think a MarraigeMOT is such a good thing?
It would have proved that throughout my 15-year marraige what my ex-wife really thought of me?
It would have stopped all the lies.
Now the thing is - as with most people in this country - Julie and me are just `ordinary working class people`and that is what solicitors and barristers seize on.
They are all middle-class snobs who think they are `Rumpole of the Bailey`. With their posh accents and fancy words they take advantage of the vulnerable and less intelligent people they pretend to advise.
True by `forcing` Julie to lie they won her a house but `lost` her two sons. They got me banged up in prison but `destroyed` her relationship with two sons.
Where will her legal team (And Julie) be when my children get married?
As both boys have said "Is she going to turn up at the Church with a silly bit of paper from her solicitors demanding to come in?"
Dont laugh - because she got a bit of paper from her solicitors `banning` my family from visiting my daughter in hospital.
I still have the letter preventing a dad, and worse two brothers from seeing their sick sister in Basildon Hospital.
My daughter underwent a operation but solicitors - prevented innocent children from having contact - and why?
Because they are paid to produce such documents. That is how they earn their money.
Does anyone else need convincing that solicitors are just `cold-hearted money grabbing bastards` and that MarraigeMOT cerificates are worth their weight in gold?
The truth is solicitors dont advise - they manipulate for their own ends. And any solicitor who says `come to us for mediation` is a liar.
They always urge the client "go for a divorce" because that is how they earn their money. If you doubt me - at the end of last year there was a firm of solicitors in London giving away `divorce vouchers` for Christmas.
Even my own legal team tried to `lean on me` but I wouldnt listen and refused to play their games.
I was told "Garry dont wear your dark glasses in court because the judge wont like it" and "the Judge doesnt like it when you answer back or shake your head".
They said "is there anything you can say to put your wife in a bad light?"
But I did it my way. I dressed how I chose, said what I wanted and refused to attack the character of my ex-wife"
I lost in court - but I lost doing it "my way". I refused to tell lies and in years to come when or if my children read all the documents they will see for themselves that I told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
I refused to say Julie was a bad mother. I even said she was a "good mother" before her fling with Flemming, affair with a work colleague and leaving her kids for Grimson.
I also said on oath that she never hit our children.
I did this for two reasons.
A) I am obsessed with the truth.
B) I didnt want my children to be in a position to say to me in 10 years time "Dad, Why did you tell lies?"
That is why since June 2005 I have told the 100% truth about everything.
My children will have nothing to throw back in my face so I will never lose their love and respect.
That is why all my statements, my verbals in the Dock and all the information contained in this book is 100% fact.
MarraigeMOT will also offer advice from TV and Newsapaper Agony Aunts and publicise real-life stories.
Example:
If you are a married woman living in Essex dont bother to buy a Lottery ticket. If you want to `hit the jackpot` just do the following.
1. Have three affairs.
2. Find yourself a lover who will violently threaten and verbally sexually abuse your children.
3. And get your case heard at Chelmsford County Court where a Judge will reward you and your boyfriend for carrying out a violent and perverted campaign against your own children.
The reward will include a house, a car and all the savings from a 15-year marraige.
And if you are really lucky - and dont like your children - you can persuade the Judge to make them `homeless`
So why waste a quid on a Lottery ticket?
But there is a downside.
1. Your children will never speak to you again.
2. You wont be invited to their 18th or 21st Birthdays, Engagement parties or Weddings.
3. You will never hear their children call you "Nan"
So you might get the`bricks and mortar` for telling lies and flashing your assets at the judge but when it comes to `flesh and blood` you will lose.
And that defeat will last a lifetime.
MarraigeMOT will point out the pitfalls of Adultery, lying, cheating and `walking out` on your children.
And we will be the champion of both men and women.
Your gender doesnt matter - if you are the `innocent party` we will be there for you and your children.
A Marraige MOT certificate will not be a legal document but it will offer a form of personal protection.
Example:
If after 15 years of marraige you end up in the Divorce Court you will have timed and dated evidence to either back-up your version of events or destroy the credibility of your accusers.
A MarraigeMOT certicficate should be signed by both parties at the beginning of every year and refer to the previous 12 months.
That way history can not be re-written at a later date.
I hope this Chapter will convince you that it is worth spending £9.99p on a MarraigeMOT certificate - its a lot cheaper then both a car MOT and a divorce.
Example:
I had my character slaughterd by both my ex-wife and her legal team. Julie has since told mutual friends that she now regrets being urged to lie - but the fact is she did carry out their instructions and lie.
A MarraigeMOT certificate would have stopped all the lying.
A brief list of the many false allegations that were made against me.
1. The barrister for my ex-wife "Mr Johnson why do you make such a big thing about wanting to watch your sons play football?
Mrs Johnson says that before the divorce you had no interest in their football"
Now that was a blatant lie. A wicked lie.
Some of the allegations for some reason didnt appear in the Transcripts of the case! (but are on the Audio tapes - which are part of the investigation being carried out by the Bar Standards, OJC and the other organisations looking into my `miscarraige of justice`)
That accusation as everyone who knows me can confirm was a evil lie.
My children (and my ex) know I attended every single match , in all weathers, ever since they started playing mini-soccer at the age of Five.
But such was the `corruption and prejudice` I was up against (before the High Court and European Court Of Human Rights got involved) that my ex-wife persuaded the Judge and social services to ban me from watching my sons play football for 8 weeks.
I was threatened with prison if I attended matches. It was even suggested in court at the end of the 8 week ban that I had been turning up in disguise - wearing a scarf and hoodie (as if I would do something like that LOL).
2. I admit I once got a bit `down` because I had `money worries` and went to see my GP for some "happy pills".
That is the truth - and I willingly admit I did get `stressed out" but that is as far as it went. I did not become a `manic depressive` or `mentally ill`.
And the only reason I went to the Doctor is because I had always been `happy go lucky` throughout my life - and didnt like feeling `a bit down`.
But when we got to court my ex-wife with the help of her legal team managed to persuade the Judge that I was a `mad, bad and dangerous`.
My few weeks of worry about a `cash-flow problem` had been blown-up into a major life-long mental illness.
And without a scrap of evidence - just the `lies` of my ex-wife I was branded `mad` but not in public or open court.
Oh no.
There had been six months of `secret hearings` behind closed doors that I was not even aware of - so much for British Justice.
In my abscence and without my knowledge (let alone a defence) I was found "guilty" and ended up in Bellmarsh Prison accused of about to carry out seven murders.
Dont laugh - this is no joke - it actually happened.
On the word of my ex-wife and some shrink from Harley Street I was reported to the police as a would-be murderer.
And I aint afraid to name the shrink. It was Dr Michael Best from Harley Street. He wrote a report (for which he charged £15,000 - but has not been paid) and for-the-record when we got to court he refused to repeat his allegations on oath and from the witness box.
Now do you understand why I think a MarraigeMOT is such a good thing?
It would have proved that throughout my 15-year marraige what my ex-wife really thought of me?
It would have stopped all the lies.
Now the thing is - as with most people in this country - Julie and me are just `ordinary working class people`and that is what solicitors and barristers seize on.
They are all middle-class snobs who think they are `Rumpole of the Bailey`. With their posh accents and fancy words they take advantage of the vulnerable and less intelligent people they pretend to advise.
True by `forcing` Julie to lie they won her a house but `lost` her two sons. They got me banged up in prison but `destroyed` her relationship with two sons.
Where will her legal team (And Julie) be when my children get married?
As both boys have said "Is she going to turn up at the Church with a silly bit of paper from her solicitors demanding to come in?"
Dont laugh - because she got a bit of paper from her solicitors `banning` my family from visiting my daughter in hospital.
I still have the letter preventing a dad, and worse two brothers from seeing their sick sister in Basildon Hospital.
My daughter underwent a operation but solicitors - prevented innocent children from having contact - and why?
Because they are paid to produce such documents. That is how they earn their money.
Does anyone else need convincing that solicitors are just `cold-hearted money grabbing bastards` and that MarraigeMOT cerificates are worth their weight in gold?
The truth is solicitors dont advise - they manipulate for their own ends. And any solicitor who says `come to us for mediation` is a liar.
They always urge the client "go for a divorce" because that is how they earn their money. If you doubt me - at the end of last year there was a firm of solicitors in London giving away `divorce vouchers` for Christmas.
Even my own legal team tried to `lean on me` but I wouldnt listen and refused to play their games.
I was told "Garry dont wear your dark glasses in court because the judge wont like it" and "the Judge doesnt like it when you answer back or shake your head".
They said "is there anything you can say to put your wife in a bad light?"
But I did it my way. I dressed how I chose, said what I wanted and refused to attack the character of my ex-wife"
I lost in court - but I lost doing it "my way". I refused to tell lies and in years to come when or if my children read all the documents they will see for themselves that I told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
I refused to say Julie was a bad mother. I even said she was a "good mother" before her fling with Flemming, affair with a work colleague and leaving her kids for Grimson.
I also said on oath that she never hit our children.
I did this for two reasons.
A) I am obsessed with the truth.
B) I didnt want my children to be in a position to say to me in 10 years time "Dad, Why did you tell lies?"
That is why since June 2005 I have told the 100% truth about everything.
My children will have nothing to throw back in my face so I will never lose their love and respect.
That is why all my statements, my verbals in the Dock and all the information contained in this book is 100% fact.
MarraigeMOT will also offer advice from TV and Newsapaper Agony Aunts and publicise real-life stories.
Example:
If you are a married woman living in Essex dont bother to buy a Lottery ticket. If you want to `hit the jackpot` just do the following.
1. Have three affairs.
2. Find yourself a lover who will violently threaten and verbally sexually abuse your children.
3. And get your case heard at Chelmsford County Court where a Judge will reward you and your boyfriend for carrying out a violent and perverted campaign against your own children.
The reward will include a house, a car and all the savings from a 15-year marraige.
And if you are really lucky - and dont like your children - you can persuade the Judge to make them `homeless`
So why waste a quid on a Lottery ticket?
But there is a downside.
1. Your children will never speak to you again.
2. You wont be invited to their 18th or 21st Birthdays, Engagement parties or Weddings.
3. You will never hear their children call you "Nan"
So you might get the`bricks and mortar` for telling lies and flashing your assets at the judge but when it comes to `flesh and blood` you will lose.
And that defeat will last a lifetime.
MarraigeMOT will point out the pitfalls of Adultery, lying, cheating and `walking out` on your children.
And we will be the champion of both men and women.
Your gender doesnt matter - if you are the `innocent party` we will be there for you and your children.
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