A Political Prisoner

I wrote my novel THE GANGSTER OF SLANG as Garry Jackson but was imprisoned under the name I was given at birth.
Now is the time for me to tell my story in my own words.
I`m going to state my case and set the record straight about my arrest, ex-wife and her boneheaded boyfriend.

This is my chance to reclaim my reputation and clear my name. Let me start with my wrongful arrest in January 2007.

Four coppers turn up at my house and arrest me for planning to kill my ex-wife, her boyfriend and five others.

Does that make me a would-be serial killer?

Now the thing is I am "guilty" of murder. I did put three bullets into the head of a child abuser but only on the pages of a book.
The low-life pervert was still walking the streets of Wickford - and at the time spending 50% of his life with his common-law wife Emma and my ex.

He was commuting between double beds in Hyde Way and Carswell Gardens on The Wick.

I was arrested in front of my eldest son and bundled into a police car. On my arrival at Basildon Police Station I was treated like Public Eneny Number One, surrounded by 8 cops and 3 people from the Mental Health Department.

They inform me that I `mad` and a `danger to society`.

Apparently I had mental problems - which was news to me - but they do say you learn something new every day - but I was not convinced.

It was like something from One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest with me in the Jack Nicholson role.

I was interviewd by the White Coat Brigade for about 90 minutes and then banged-up in a freezing cold cell.
A few hours later I am taken from my windowless cell by three burly uniformed cops for a cosy chat in another tomb of a room.

I have not got a clue what is going on or why I have been arrested, but it soon becomes crystal clear.
They read a statement from Julie and it is so full of lies, hate and spite that it`s hard to believe I was married to her for 15 years.

It was so obvious that she had been told what to say by her corrupt solicitors - about who I have launched an official complaint.

She is smart -she is clever but she aint that devious or nasty to of concocted this tissues of lies by herself.

I kept thinking - She committed adultery, she walked out on the family - so why is she behaving like a woman scorned?

The whole thing didnt make sense, my arrest, her pure hatred for me or the allegations that I am about to commit mass murder.

She `conned` the police 100% - so much so - that in September 2009 she would again try again to have me banged up.

The second time she handed over pornographic pictures of herself to the police - claiming I had sent them through the post - they were shown to me in front of my solicitor - who said afterwards - "I always knew she was a looker - but those pictures were something else"

Let me explain - the solicitor who got me off in 2009 was a personal friend of Garry Bushell - and had met the fully-clothed Julie many times at GB`s house and the Phoenix Apollo at Stratford - but this was the first time he had seen her naked.

He now had something else in common with Garry Bushell - and more then likely half the cops in Basildon Police Station LOL.

Two plain-clothed detectives enter the room - I know their names - but lets say Dumb and Dumber.

The male had a Brummie accent and the other was a very pretty female of the species.

Mister Plod was Fred Flinstone without the loincloth and it is soon pretty obvious that Lady Cop models herself on Lisa Maxwell from The Bill.

I am a face to face with a caveman cop and a wannabee `Charlie`s Angel`. They tried to enmgage me in conversation but for almost two hours I stuck to "No comment" and amused myself by imigining the female cop in a Baywatch swimsuit.

Fred lacked the wit and charm of a Burton`s dummy and she lacked the brains to go with her good looks.

She was dead cute and he was brain dead.