The night before last some nasty junkie who lives across the street and has bullied me incessantly along with his father from the day I moved in, kicked my door off its hinges and walked in with two other blokes holding a machete. I now have a front door that does not lock. The front door that does not even close. The police came and basically blamed me they said things like “do you owe him money”, “there must be something going on here”. and looked at me with disgust when I

Hi ******, ***** here. I am due at ***** Magistrates Court on the *** of April, however I was supposed to have a report written up by probation before the hearing on ****** of April. Unfortunately, that was the day the bailiffs decided to turn up and turf my arse out of my flat. I did try and ring to let them know except I couldn’t get through to the right department. By the way, I didn’t actually get evicted once my landlord established I wasn’t dead and hadn’t left a baby i

Over the course of the day I’ve become kind of curious as to where my landlord believes I got my secret baby from… Did I give birth to the baby? Did I kidnap the baby? Am I just looking after a friend’s baby? Can I even ponder this question without getting falsly accused and arrested by the police? Who are so incompetent and stupid I quite frankly wouldn’t be surprised if my next call was to my solicitor stating “I’m in police custody on charges of conspiracy to sell babies o

Is what my landlord said this morning when he came to evict me. Apparently I’m what now?! If everything was to be believed that has been said over the past year, I’d be a dead, child grooming, dangerous criminal who has a secret baby. The reality is, I’m nothing. A nobody. I don’t deal drugs or groom children. I’m not a criminal. I’m not dead…yet. And I certainly don’t have a baby. If someone had warned me a year ago what this tenancy agreement came with I would have HAPPILY

I’m sat here waiting to be evicted from my home. I can’t seem to get past the deep resentment and all consuming fury that (a) I did nothing wrong. I was a victim yet I’M losing my home, and (b) The police had the NERVE to contact my landlord without my permission and make out I had the place packed to the rafters with guests who are all known criminals, that I am involved in criminal activity taking place on the premises, and heavens knows what else. At the court hearing the

Fuuuuuck!!!! 12 measly buggering shots worth £100 and this is the consequence; 2 drug raids and 2 arrests totalling over 40 hours in a police cell. Kicked out of my home onto the streets. 6 months on and I still haven’t been prosecuted. Not 1 but 3 court hearings and ‘multi-agency’ involvement; even though I have no criminal record. 6 Crimestoppers reports, 2 police web chats, a daily blog and emails to Victim Support and the local Victim and Witness Hub pleading for help wen