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My release date finally came, Walking out the gate after spending 744 days in b cat jails was bliss. Freedom was mine, I looked over and saw K my good friend waiting there from me, we exchanged a smile but I could see something wasn’t right by his standoffishness. 2 steps out the gate the police jumped on me! I was arrested for threats to kill Laura and her new partner! Wow is all I could think. Words lost me. Laura had got me nicked and was living with my kids and this dinlo while I was getting locked up again. She knew I would never hurt her and it turned out later that she did tell the overzealous police that she didn’t think I would hurt her as we had agreed to split up, but it was

too late the nuclear button had been pushed. I was not charged with threats to kill and it later turned out that they had to arrest me to make me a risk to the public so they could get me into a hostel to keep Laura and her fella safe. They had tried to move Laura to a hostel for battered woman (even though I have never been violent towards her) but due to my firearms warning and supposed high intelligence and contacts, the police thought I would find out where she was. So I was put in a bail hostel instead made to sign on ever hour! From 8am to 11pm! There was sex offenders in the hostel that didn’t have as strict conditions as me!. It was all way too much. as you will see from my criminal record I’ve never been done for any violence or domestic abuse, but somehow I was made a Mapa 3 high risk to the public and things got even worse. Because Laura wouldn’t say she thought I was a risk to her, the police and social services deemed her unfit to look after the kids! Saying she was unable to identify the risk she was in and if I came to shoot her and her man the kids would get caught up in the cross fire! They made me out to be a monster! I won in the end... (More detail to come) estimate 1 pages

PROBATIONS RECALL TACTICS

It was clear from the start that probation wanted to recall me back to jail, everyone wanted me back in jail, it was easier for them all, and they did all they could to provoke me and give them the reason they needed to recall me. The first hostel I was in was in Windsor, it was full of junkies And low level thief’s, after a day there I got in contact with a mate who owns a gym in Windsor and got him to write me a letter saying he would employ me. It would mean I could get out of the hostel from 9-5. I showed it to my probation officer thinking he would be happy for me. The next day I was moved to a hostel in Milton Keynes! This hostel was even worse it was full of sex offenders! And had cameras everywhere. Every move and sound I made was recorded. And I was being watched closely. The fun started as soon as I walked in the door. The manager told me I won’t be able to have most of my belongings there, they had a 2 bag rule. Then I was made to share a room with a junkie that was up all night fidgeting about. During my times in jail I was always made a High risk prisoner unable to share with anyone! I told the manager I was high risk and she called me a liar! She was the one that was lying as she said she checked with the prison and they said I wasn’t high risk! This was a blatant lie and she didn’t take kindly to me questioning her.

This roommate was absolutely doing my head right in! 3 years on I can still feel his presents and annoyance. He weighed 6 stone wet through but walked around with a swagger of a man with shoulders 4 feet wide, this fella loved himself. He was king of the junkies. (Bless him and God forgive me for saying these things about him, but I have to get the story out. I mean no harm or disrespect to him or anyone on drugs). Having such a short

fuse I found myself having to dodge him and I was kind of avoiding him. When he was in the room I would go downstairs etc. Later he turned out to be ok and I helped him out a bit. After a week they gave me my own room, thank the Lord it was heaven. I got myself a 17inch plasma with DVD built in, a blackberry mobile and some stuff the help me get big in the gym. I was doing ok, despite the staffs attempts to wind me up. It was hard to get out and about as I had to catch a bus to town and be back all within the hour, one day I had to sign on the dole as its part of the hostel rules, I got the bus to the dole office and my appointment was taking too long, it meant I would be late to sign in at the hostel, so I rang them up expecting them to understand, they told me I would have to get back to sign in or they would breach me and call the police. I offered to sign in at the police station opposite the dole office but they said no and told me i have to get back. I explained the bus times would mean I was going to late and they told me again if I was late id be going to jail. I had to catch a taxi just to sign in and then take me back to the dole office! These people were animals! Its gets worse. I started to volunteer at a church and the vicar would pick me up and take to clean the toilets ect, one day he dropped me back 10 mins late. Despite the hostel knowing who I was with and having cleared it to be at the church they called the police and tried to get me recalled! I had to step things up and I soon learned how to play their game, from now on I wouldn’t try to engage, I would just try to survive! smiling and nodding, being polite and keeping a low profile was my plan. This was something they wasn’t used to and it raised suspicion. These people are trained and they look at everything with suspicion.

A week on I asked if I could have my car there and was refused, they said I would be able to make it back to Reading within the

hour signing on times, so I asked if I could have a motor bike, yes they said. A 50cc with maximum speed limit of 30mph. A call later I had a moped dropped off. Took my test and insured it correctly. As I couldn’t lie to the insurance company it cost me nearly a grand to insure it!

It was a low time. I came From driving 100k Ferraris and BMW M5s around to this moped! I sort out some Christian friends by applying to volunteer at a local church, the guy picked me up taking me to big building in Milton Keynes, I thought I would be making tea and having a chat about Jesus, he showed me straight into the toilets where he had a hand brush and some cleaning produces, I spent 2 and half hours cleaning the floors, not once did anyone come to talk to me, I felt like complete crap! I never went back again.

By now my signing on was reduced to every 2 hours. Woohoo I could now get a bit of freedom. Id ride my moped to virgin health spa, hit the gym for 40 mins then the spa, then I would have just enough time to stop at Tesco’s for a whole cooked chicken, id arrive 5 mins before my signing time. I was a machine and always on time, never late! This got to them and the staff questioned how I could afford to join a virgin health club. One day I got back from my spa to find they had raided my room, not finding anything illegal they took my TV instead. The reason was it had a DVD built in, I had the TV there for 2 months and they never bothered it before, but they had turned up the heat to try and get to me, with a smile i jumped on the moped and rode to Tesco’s exchanging the DVD TV for a standard one, I was back within the hour, smiling as I always did. Secretly What kept me so calm was the battle that was going on for my kids, mikee and Joanna.

THE SOCIAL SERVICES

I’m not saying that all social are bad but what they did to me was a bit much and uncalled for! During this time the social were trying as hard as they could to get custody of them both. Using the alleged threats from me and Laura’s inability and refusal to say I was a danger as a reason to get a protection order on the kids. They actually thought I was going to shoot at either Laura or her new fella and the kids might get hurt in the cross fire. However what was all the fuss about as Me and Laura were well and truly over, having agreed to split a year earlier, I couldn’t see the problem but the social thought they could, the police also joined in with the chief super writing a letter stating in his personal opinion I was a danger and very capable of causing harm, he went on to say that any threat I made should be treated very seriously! The thing that done me was I never ever once made any threats! He carried on by describing me as a James Bond character! Saying I had put police officers under surveillance in order to find out their home address to make threats to them! No wonder why I was in a hostel! All the years of carrying firearms and building up a reputation could end up losing me my children!

A court case came up for the kids and I went there from the hostel, they wouldn’t give me a travel warrant to try and prevent me from going, but a paid the £90 myself, so helpful they were. Not!

I wanted to make a good impression so put on a suit. A few mates I hadn’t seen in years took this opportunity to meet up with me at court, This backfired as later in a report from the social they said I looked like the godfather and I had henchmen surrounding me! They live in a dream land ha-ha. I can’t help but

laugh. But it wasn’t funny at the time. The social were that worried about me that an anonymity order had been applied for, I wasn’t even allowed to know the names of the social workers or the solicitors that represented them, in fear I would fire bomb their offices! This was getting ridiculous now. But I had to keep calm and remain placid for my babies sake. I wasn’t going to fall into their trap and risk losing my them. The love I have for them, I would have let 1000 men rape me rather than give them up or make a silly mistake and risk losing them to the social. The probation, police and social badly underestimated my love for my kids. I humbled myself to the level of a worm not lose them! Things were that serious they got the same shrink that done one of the famous child nonce’s to examine me! He told me they had made me out to be the devils brother and warned me not to say anything silly to him, even in jest. This man later backed me up and did a great report for me which helped me win back the kids.

Back to the hostel they had now decided I could return back to Windsor hostel! I was a lesser threat, they was starting to see the wood through the trees and common sense was prevailing.

I got the moped back to Windsor using the AA, selling it as soon as I got it back and buying a car instead. By now I had been in hostels for 10 weeks and was allowed a home leave for a weekend, driving the car back to Reading I started to feel human again. Feeling good in myself I went to pub for a drink where i meet Siana...