I have come to the big decision, that before I go flinging myself in front of any trains, I mares as well make my life even worse. Making the decision to ‘fuck the police up the arse’ and complain to the IOPC was…stupid. It’s just got their knickers in a twist, they’ve thrown their dummy out of the pram, and fucked me up the arse ten times as hard. But I’m a fuck up. Walking Sod’s Law. A class-A wanker. So what do I expect really? The police are a professional government auth

Right now I have no words to describe how utterly, utterly low, miserable, depressed and suicidal I feel. I’ve had some low points in my life, what with battling mental illness from my early teens onwards. But never THIS low. If I thought I’d hit rock bottom before, I was wrong. I am at rock bottom now. All I can think about is walking to the train station and flinging myself into an oncoming train. I have no pills to overdose with- the police siezed them all and slapped an i

I was absolutely astounded to read a news article online just now about a copper who ran over a fleeing criminal not once, but twice…and was cleared in court! The article went into extensive detail about what the video footage from the dash cam showed, and what was said between the two officers in the car at the time of the incident. What struck me most was the blatant intent behind the copper’s actions and the fact he was fully aware of what he was doing…BOTH times he ran ov

I’ve made a decision, and that’s not to listen to anymore solicitors. The police need to know the truth. I’m sick of doing the “no comment” bollocks, and the “right to remain silent” shit. Since I was released from custody two days ago I’ve looked at my situation from every angle, and right now I look guilty as hell. When I’m not! Yes I know i’m taking a HUGE risk by coming forward and telling the police the truth. Because there is every likelihood they won’t believe me. But

I was rudely awoken at 7am yesterday morning to the sound of a police battering ram breaking down my door. I don’t even flinch nowadays, my heart doesn’t skip a beat, I don’t get sweaty palms or feel sick with anxiety. I just sort of begrudgingly accept it. Think ‘here we go again….’ I was arrested for conspiracy to supply drugs this time, I mean hell, it’s the only drug charge left what with intent, possession and concern; all which I’ve so far been arrested for. To add insu

I was arrested on September 6th 2018. Today I was sentenced for a crime I was the victim of. A crime I reported to the police on 13 separate occasions begging for their help. The actual criminals still swanning about selling drugs. It’s taken 5 court hearings, one pre sentence report by probation, a meeting with the Diversion and Liaison Service, being evicted from my home and a total of 8 months to put an end to being arrested for less than a hundred quids worth of drugs eve