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STEPPING OUT OF THE BOAT in the name OF

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Chapter 2

ON THE RUN IN SPAIN

I wasn’t going to hang around and wait to go back to jail! I knew the police would pick me up as soon as the fella that grassed me had picked me out on the Identity parade set for just a few weeks away.

Spain was my only option. It was hard persuading Siana to come with lots of tears and heartache she eventually gave in to my manipulative ways, she didn’t stand a chance, bless her, my head was hell bent on going and if she didn’t come the relationship would be over, and she knew it, being such a stubborn man nothing would have changed my mind, I wasn’t going to lay down for these pigs! If they want me they will have to work hard to get me I thought.

Bag full of cash, brand new car hitched on the back of the motor home! we was off, once smuggled through the boarder I took over driving. Dover, Calais France the journey into temporary freedom was well on its way, three days later after stopping in the south of France for a night we got to the place id previously been on the run spending 9 months there in 2009. Ayamonte is a small fishing village on the boarder of Portugal it was so beautiful and peaceful a part of my heart will always remain there, a month there parked up on the beach was bliss, Siana and I were falling in love, Courtney was in a local Spanish School, fry ups on the beach, and dinners whist gazing at the beautiful sunsets, cuddles whilst watching the sky at night, Siana never having seen a shooting star before I prayed out loud for Jesus to show us one, at that moment a bright red start shot across the sky! We were amazed, our first month there was heaven, it was what I had dreamed off, but the dream was not to last.

One morning the phone rang, a whispering voice came from my good friend K “I’ve been nicked it’s all over”

K was a good friend like a brother, and big part of the money supply I needed to live this life in Spain was now gone due to his being locked up, I started to feel the pinch as my constant supply of cash had now been cut off! This was all a part of Gods plan to disrupt my life on the run and get me back to England.

I still had a big bag of cash, a motor home and car that could make good money if needed, so I was reasonably chilled out, calling my friend and telling him to come over in my other motor home to join us is where GODS plan got into motion, he arrived, and we all decided to go the Benidorm 500 miles east, we set off stopping in Marbella, arriving a few days later, Benidorm was great, the lads went clubbing leaving the woman in the motor homes, this is where the rows started, Siana was not happy, to cut a long story short the holiday was over and emotions set in, hard!

BANG BANG BANG! The door on the motor home nearly come in! POLICE in broken English, oh crap it was the Spanish police, what did they want, I thought to myself, scanning everything in my head, I thought they probably just want us the move on, how wrong could I be! Not thinking much I didn’t prepare apart from the trusty little BMW key fob phone I always had on me, I took noting from the motor home as I stepped outside ready to baffle the silly Spanish police with my charm, stolen car and stolen motor home, nicked! This time Siana was nicked with me.

Both the car and the motor home being seized for evidence, what the Spanish police didn’t know was that brand new

Peugeot id bought for Siana only a few weeks previous was where id hid my big bag of cash! Pushed deep inside the dashboard no one would ever find it, what could I do? Shall I tell the police in the hope they will book it into my properly? After all it was the car and motor home they wanted not cash, in broken Spanish I went on to tell the top man of the national police that I had dinero (cash) hidden in the car, with guns drawn due the fact they had just found a lump of Moroccan black the size of a house brick and a 9mm crime long nose browning pistol with 12 in the mag and one up the nose in the motor home! They was cautious to say the least but still allowed me to put my hand deep up unto the dash board, I pulled the bag out, full of what was now Euros as id changed the English 20s, into more manageable 500s, 100s and 50s, the police grabbed the bag and their eyes lit up smiling.

Right now was the time to see if my plan worked, at the booking in desk, the bag of cash was emptied onto the table, I told the sergeant that most of it was Siana's as I expected to get remanded and Siana to be let free and she would need cash as all our belongings were in the car and motor home, they split the cash, I was happy with that; however that was the last time we saw the money! Stood at the counter the cooper noticed my watch, a 18k white gold diamond encrusted just date Rolex, china? He said, I knew he meant real or fake, worried if real he would steal it I said FAKE FAKE, he said ok and bagged it up with my other stuff though not the cash, the watch blended into to the background and was soon lost amongst the property I pulled out of my pockets, in the motor home was all our belongings from England, thousands of pounds worth of clothes id built up over the years of being a crook, shoes at £300 a pair! Siana’s Rolex, but what I was most sad to lose was a big gold cross my real father a proud gypsy man had bought me.

My scheming was not over though despite being locked in a dungeon, I’ll tell you about that in a bit, both Siana and I was interviewed with a translator there, it took all of 10 minutes, that’s their way they do things in Spain, it’s not like the uk, the legal systems dates back to 1947 and is based on the old British law and has not been changed or updated since, so the statements were taken on paper and were kept very brief, who owned the car and motor home was the main questions, as the hash and 9mm was in the motor home I took the rap for owning it, the car not being stolen but having just had a maker put on it by the English police in an attempt to cause me problems I thought the car would be returned, I wasn’t and we never saw that again either, right the cells, let’s talk about them, first the smell hit me then the noise, a row of 6 dark cells with square bars as the door, the door slammed behind me I looked around eyeing the place up wondering how long id be here for, as with the uk the police cells are the worst part of the process and most cons can’t wait to get transferred to a actual prison with a bed and TV and people to have banter with, this was a thought going through my mind, I know people in Spanish jails and wondered if id meet them once there, as I looked around the cell I noticed a pilled of something brown and the corner, I thought it was waste food, it was! A big crap sat there staring at me, for 3 days I shared the cell with that turd! Often asking the guard to use the toilet only to get told that it was not a hotel!

Siana next to me in the double cell, I could hear her talking and laughing, I went to the gate and said our little saying, “come to the gate” I’m at the gate babe Siana was answer, during the night

she had had a few girls put in with her and it sounded like they was having a right old laugh, trying to blank out their laughter I forced myself to go back to sleep as it was the middle of the night.

The next morning the questions started. “Are we seeing the judge today “? That was the first thing we would ask each morning, in Spain you have to see the judge to get let out, we sat there watching all the others have their names called to go to see the judge but our names weren’t called, that meant anther night in the dungeon. alone with just each other’s voices as company we sat around counting the cockroaches as they swaggered past our doors, I had been left with a couple of hundred Euros in my jeans pocket, later I found out that the police do that to see if you try to buy drugs of fellow prisoners, lonely feelings regretful and hurt I needed to escape the dark thoughts of going to a Spanish jail that were going round and round in my head...missing the feeling of love I longed to see Siana's face, so tried my luck with a guard I thought was corruptible, “Hola amigo akey”, he came over I quickly pulled out the now sweaty screwed up notes thrusting them into his hands, “you put me in cell opposite my wife please“? There was a cell opposite Siana and we could look at each other as we talked, I just wanted to try and get some love out of this harsh environment, I needed to see her face as I didn’t know how long it would be until I see her again if I went to jail, “No” he answered and laughed, I would have gave him 10 grand for 5 minutes with Siana if only he had known how desperate I was to hold the love of my life, feeling low and sad I laid back down on the hard bench and tried to keep my mind off what could lay ahead.

Later that day they came round to clean the cells, making sure they left my cell mate “the turd” behind though, they had to move me to mop out the cell and I found myself opposite Siana for half hour!, it was bliss, God had answered one of prayers, we

gazed into each other’s eyes through the 2 inch square bars, both looking rough (however Siana looked wonderful as she always does hehehe) we prayed together asking God to get us out, I shared with Siana the thoughts of how stupid I had been to take the car and motor home to Benidorm the hottest place apart from Marbella in Europe for English motors, they have a dedicated team with a direct link to the PNC British Police National Computer, their job was to run British plates through the PNC, and they hit the jackpot with my two as the British police had put “markers” aka alerts on both vehicles!

Three days had past, during those days I had regular contact with my people outside via the key fob phone, they told me the motor home was parked out the front of the police station we was in, my hopes were that the job id done on ringing it was good enough to get past the Spanish police vehicle inspector and they was going to return it, along with the car and cash, my hopes were high, I whispered to next door to Siana the news.

Later that day our names were called and we were taken to see the judge, finally we got to hug and hold hands as we were placed into the rear of a police car sitting on moulded plastic seats with a protective screen separating us from the front, we were driven at speed to the town where the court was, the car was racing the two motorbikes that was escorting us! The thoughts going through my head, “why did we need an escort!?”

I was getting worried now, all I wanted was for Siana to get out as I was confined to the fact that I had to bite the bullet to secure her freedom, for six hours we sat handcuffed in the courthouse waiting our turn to see the Judge to find out our destiny, it was agony waiting not knowing our fate, to lighten the mood I got one of the officers to take a photo of us and made her promise to

email it to me, however it never did arrive, then out of the corner of my eye I see my friends wife come into the court house, she caught eyes with me and said “Prison” “what!??????” I shouted “You’re going to jail I have spoken with the police!” she replied.

My guts fell out and I felt sick, WTF I thought, it’s all over I’m done for! but what worried me most was Siana, I had to get her out, our two girls Courtney and Joanna aged 8 were with my friends in Spain and she had to get out to take care of them, Siana went before the judge first, the longest hour of my life, she came back walking along the corridor I could see her smiling as I rubbernecked around the corner, “Bail” she said, Phew my heart was relieved God had freed her, amen thank you Lord I said inside my head, now my turn, the prayers never ceased, “please Lord let me out, I’ll never do another thing wrong I promise”. How many times id made that prayer and broke my promise, I was sure God would abandon me now and teach me a lesson, a lesson I deserved, I didn’t deserve Gods help I was a scum bag using him, but Jesus knew my heart and in a weird way I meant well despite my criminality and he kept on sticking up for me despite my many falls he always picked me up, and this time was no different, this is something I’ll write about later, how God continues to forgive us as we sin so badly against him, his mercy knows no bounds, for now back to the courthouse...

In front of the prosecutor my remorse quickly turned to anger as I learned they were keeping the cash, car and motor home! I went mad, my duty solicitor begging me to keep quiet, the police man said, “You go jail if not shut up!” I said take me jail then! By now I was furious, take the car and motor home but not the cash, dirty bent Spanish justice system was what my brain was telling me, and then the questions came, the hash? Yours? YES I said, the pistol yours? YES, the car? YES the motor home? YES, that was it I know Siana could be let free now for sure, I was confined to the fact that jail lay ahead of me, “we keep money for bail” you go free now, I was free, as I walked down the same corridor Siana had just walked down she too was rubber necking, I said JAIL I go jail babe, talking like I did to the Spanish, she burst out crying, no no no she said, only joking I said, her face lit up and we hugged each other, that was the moment I knew this girl really loved me and for that moment on I would be loyal to her, that was the what I said inside my head, we also praised God for freeing us, in the name of Jesus amen.

The sun shone on us as we walked out of court, the police telling us the go to the Red Cross for clothes and money! The cheek of it, they had my doe and I knew I’d never see it again, later on it turned out that they would drop the charges if I signed over the cash, having legal problems with the firearm due to it being in a casa (home) I signed the cash over at the local court house the where I was now living, it was all over now, time to relax in the sun, or was it?

SIANA ON BAIL IN ENGLAND “They got me babe”

Today is the 9th July 2015 and as I write this its 9:22am and Siana has just gone into hospital to give birth to our baby girl Roni whom we named after Ron Sims a great man of god that has helped me in my journey into being the man God created me to be, with his wisdom and kindness he has been a massive inspiration to me, I’ll talk more about Ron later, Roni-Leigh was born 18:50 10th July weighing 6lb 8oz, thank our Lord.

Siana was still on bail for the Ferrari and had to fly back each month to answer to bail; this is where things got hard again.......

“They got me babe!” That was the words I heard on the phone, Siana was at Heathrow airport making her way back to Spain after having to answer to bail again this being the second or third time, the police had put up a alert for her for another made up charge, once again we had been grassed up, as how would they have known she was flying out that day? I’ll get onto the many times I’ve been grassed up later, too many to list here, anyway back to the story...

Siana was in the queue to check in, I was talking to her on the phone as she rang to say that the police were going up and down the queue with a photo of someone! Back and forth they went passing Siana, it can’t be me she said, Na they won’t nick you at an airport surely?! You’ve answered bail your ok to leave there UK, what’s the problem? But once again I under estimated the polices drive to “get to me” yes they did nick Siana so they could speak to her about the new Peugeot the Spanish police had sent back to the uk, I love you, I love you too, we both said as she was lead off to the waiting police car! What have I done to this girl’s life!? I asked myself? The problem was she wasn’t travelling alone either, I had manipulated her into bringing out some bottles of testosterone and some fast gear, she got nicked for the test but managed to flush the fast, the next day she was out, but the police boxed clever and seized her passport putting her on unlawfully over the top police bail conditions not to leave the UK and to sign on at the police station twice a week and to reside at her parents address! That meant she couldn’t come over to Spain and id be left on my own, we was apart again!

The song “what’s love got to do got to do with it” comes into my head...I often sang songs to Siana to make her laugh, “baby don’t worry about a thing, every little things gonna be alright..” I could tell she was missing her family as id made her come to Spain and leave them all behind, I sand that song to her months before in the red lion pub in Benidorm...right where was I? Oh yer..Alone again

Laying on the bed in the freshly cleaned apartment, the sun blazing in the window, I was all cleaned and shaved ready for my lady to arrive, but this time I was spend the next two months alone, well not entirely as id pop round to Big Liz’s, Liz was is a lovely lady id met while out there on the run in 2009, she took me in and we had some of the best laughs I’ve ever had, core she feed me up too lol! She liked cooking and pampering people, luckily I was flat out of the juice (Steroids) and in the gym at the time so I absorbed all Liz’s fine food, the banofee pies went straight to my gut though! I struggled with a belly but I balanced it out with the 56 inch chest and 20 inch arms, I could hide it well wearing a shirt when I breathed in managing to keep my gangster appearance in check!

Depression set in though and I longed to have Siana with me, I drove to the bridge that joins’ Portugal and Spain stopped and walked to the edge, I didn’t have the balls to jump but I wanted to send a message to the police to leave me alone! In my mind I wanted this life to be over I Stood on the edge my brain calculating the drop..150 feet? My friend Raj know as RS had killed himself just months earlier by jumping off Dartford bridge just after K had been nicked, that was a message he sent to the police to get off his back! Sadly he died due to the drop, god rest his soul, I didn’t want to die so I got back in the motor and drove back to Liz’s crying on the way, I think the combination of the hormones I was regularly injecting and the heart ache of missing Siana and my Kids was getting to me, “Jesus help me please” I shouted out, “I can’t take anymore”..the sun was beating down on me, it was beautiful I thought, but why am I crying?, I was so depressed, sat there in the Saab convertible roof off I cried and cried, ringing Siana I told her just to get over anyway she could, ever sorting out anther passport she could use, also suggesting she be smuggled over in the boot of my mates car! I was desperate! No I’ve got into enough trouble I can’t break bail again, she said, these were the words I was not used to being told, NO! NO! Nobody tells me NO! Anger and rage went through me; don’t you love me I said? Of course I do but I’ve got Courtney to think about, she was only trying to be a good mum and I took it all the wrong way, id already taken Courtney out of her school in England and placed her in a school in Spain! Bless her, as id done the same to my own two Mikee and Joanna back in 2009, there you go here’s your new school, I said as I walked them across the strange unfamiliar playground, have a nice day, I walked out, I can always remember looking back and seeing

their little faces as the Spanish kids surrounded them, as it was a little fishing village there weren’t a lot of English kids there, none one or two if any, so here was Courtney be made to go through the same thing, oh how Siana must have felt, I daydream a lot about the things I’ve done so please forgive me when I go off into one....

NO I’m not coming, it was a Mexican standoff, I tried my best to bully and manipulate Siana to get my own way, but she wouldn’t come whilst she was on bail, that’s when I started to study the law, id been in the justice system for over twenty years I knew my way round the police and criminals evidence act AKA codes of practice, that’s a book they give all arrestees when at the police station, it explains ones rights, I knew that Police bail was a dodgy well criticised law, if it was a law? I knew that that Siana did not have to agree to these bail conditions, and I went about trying to get them lifted, firstly I tried the solicitor Albin & co but they was the ones that agreed to these barbaric bail conditions in the first place, so they never had to balls to challenge the police, I’ll have to do it all....

I made a bail amendment application to the local court, don’t forget I’m doing this all whilst on the run from a mobile phone! Emailing what Siana had to say and emailing my representations to the court the date was set for that week, hope set into my heart, she'll be here by the weekend I said to myself, the court date came.. only half a victory though, as Siana didn’t have the legal skills or confidence to pursued the magistrates to order the police to change the bail conditions, they only changed the signing on part, that meant she still couldn’t come back to Spain!

I wasn’t finished there; I started my campaign to the chief supper, the professional standards department at Thames valley police, complaint after complaint, until they gave in! Finally all we got the news id grafted for, NFA no further action, within days Siana was back in my arms, the month was August 2013, I told her we’d spend a few months tighter then I’d come back to England to hand myself in.

The next few months were spent in and out of depression, id lay awake all night watching God TV scanning past all the money grabbing wolfs in sheep’s clothing until I found a genuine message, Siana slept next door while I studied and prayed, night after night I battled with my mind, I didn’t want to go back to England and back to jail! It was either a life of crime out here away from all my family or go back?

I couldn’t muster the strength to go back! The noise of the cell doors slamming behind me kept running through my mind, bang another night done id say to make myself feel better, over twenty years in out of jail, plus the years I spent in boarding school aged 11-15, twenty five years wasted I thought, for what? Yes id had some good times but only when the money was rolling in, and it had to be rolling in for me to enjoy myself, so I thought, Fast cars, champagne, drugs, 100k Ferrari aged just thirty! EX CON on the plate! I lost that to the police in POCA proceeds of crime act,

So here I was, day after day laying there with jail on my mind, I can go to Ibiza I thought, we could work as clubs reps, id do a bit of personal protection work, Siana could work the VIP clubs in the bar, the thoughts going through my mind could only be of desperation, I had the go back and face justice! Where did that come from I thought? Na that ent a bit of me, I’ll fight it I thought, but what I didn’t realise is id begged the lord Jesus into my life during my times of depression and he was talking to me, I began to be able to tell the difference between The Lords voice and that of my own or the enemy! Slowly over the next few weeks after praying with my old youth worker, a man called Tim Clewer via emails we were sending each other, Tim is a very great man of God and stood by me even though I was on the run, with Tims guidance I managed to get the courage to go back there England, but not before having some fun!

As usual being the planner I am, I got the map up on the screen of my trusty iphone5, planning the best route I could from the south east cost boarder of Spain-Portugal all the way west then north to Calais France, stopping at Benidorm again! We had the best week ever during that week, clubbing and enjoying the peace of knowing my spirit of defiance had finally been broken and I was almost ready to submit to authority, (almost)

IN THE BOOT OF THE CAR

Two miles away from the channel tunnel we unloaded the tiny boot of the convertible Mercedes SL63 AMG, pumping 6mils of testosterone into my left butt cheek, and a few other things id need for jail, I liked to smoke hash at the time! BMW key fob phone, all sorted.

I climbed into the boot trying to push the thought of anxiety to the back of mind, before this due to my unstable mental state I couldn’t even get into a lift! I forced myself in and The boot slammed shut! Pitch-black all I could see were the brake lights as Siana was on and off the break as made her way to the port of Calis, covered in luggage I was hid well, during the dry run I’d briefed Siana on what to say and do as we drive through the two check points...feeling prepared and as calm as the situation enabled me to feel i then heard Siana shout out “I’m lost “ “What?” I said in a muffled voice as the luggage surrounded me and I had a hard enough time breathing let alone talk! Panic started to settle in, I felt the car going round and round a roundabout and breaking suddenly then accelerate off again until she found her way, “shut up now” she said, i felt the car slow down, we was at the French side and I could hear the customs talking... I had no way out and was at the mercy of luck, my imagination run wild as I was thinking what the French police would do to us if they found me, the thoughts soon stopped as I heard them tell Siana to go through...pheww, the car exhausts made a lovely sound as she hit the accelerator, it was like music to my ears and the anxiety disappeared along with the sound of the engine.

Now just the jobs worth’s at the uk border to get through, id had dealings with them in 2001 when they caught me smuggling in two hand guns, these lot are anal! they’re not anyone’s fool!... i felt the car stopped again, the relief from anxiety lasted just seconds. ”hello madam” a voice said...” asking Siana a few standard questions I could tell the customs officer was just looking for an excuse to pull her in and rip the car apart, a single young woman driving back from southern Spain! That was enough for him and the words I had been dreading sank into my ear drums through the luggage I herd them loud and clear. “please pull into bay number two!”

It was all over the car was being searched. I still hid, I’m not one to give up easy, “inside the car done madam now open the boot!”.

I laid there trapped like a rat stuffed into a sandwich box! Nowhere to run, the thoughts of pushing past them and making a run for it occupied my mind, then Light flooded the boot I could hear his breathing as he rummaged around the luggage, his hand was like a well trained snake, it got everywhere and I soon felt his hand as he touched my leg! “Clandestine!” He shouted and slammed the boot! “Oi I’m English let me out” I said as I felt myself having a panic attack!, I didn’t realise it was procedure for customs to take photos if they find a immigrant being smuggled in, that’s why they locked me back in the boot, but seconds later after hearing my shouts I was freed, now came what i had already briefed Siana on, they marched her off holding her firmly by the arm, I told her there is no law she was breaking as I was British, id studied it before I put her in that position, I didn’t want to get her into more trouble! Their give you a bollocking and act tough to scare you,

don’t take notice just cry and they will leave you alone, i told her, it worked, and after a bollocking she was free.

I was taken to Folkstone police cells and kept until Monday, Siana later told me that after she was freed she got pulled over twice by police on the drive home, they had received information that I was in the car. Grassed again? How would the police knew what car I would in? It was lucky by now I had gotten a bit wiser as only a few years back I would probably have had a shooter and couple of kilos of coke on me! Why waste a trip back from Spain without trying to make some money! That was my old way of thinking. And thanks to either God or just maturity from getting old, the little bit of wisdom I did have had paid off.