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.

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.

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.

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.

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)
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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.

Julie Johnson - aka Julie Taylor Johnson / Polaroid Pictures & Porno Movies (McEntee Class of 83)

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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.

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.