In my opinion, the strategies currently used to spread awareness about County Lines, and the approach taken to educate children and young adults about the dangers associated with the problem; are quite frankly fucking useless. Educating society about County Lines is pointless…because nobody is listening. Using the dangers associated with County Lines, in an attempt to instil fear in children and young adults is also pointless…they don’t want to hear it. County Line gang membe

I watched in fascinated horror, at the revolving door of child exploitation victims that were dumped in my flat to work as runners for the gang. I was particularly baffled by the willing and eager attitude of these young teenagers. They idolised the gang members, and were willing to go to any lengths to please them. I simply couldn’t comprehend it. That was until a gang member; wasted from drink and high from the effects of weed- had become cocksure and loose lipped. He bragg

In February 2018, as I was unlocking the door to the entrance of my building; I was unaware that two males stood behind me until I felt the cold, steel edge of a blade held against the side of my neck. I was ordered to calmly walk upstairs and let myself into my flat pretending everything was normal. Once inside, my keys were snatched roughly from my hands and for the next 7 months, I was held hostage in my home by a gang of violent county line drug dealers. I did not allow t

My involvement with the police wreaked havoc. The trail of carnage and destruction the police left behind for me to clean up is still- to this day- being cleared. The area in which their actions caused the most negative impact is spending my time at home on edge, nervous, panicky and paranoid, terrified that a bright red battering ram is going to come through my front door. The reason behind this, is a result of repeated past experience combined with the knowledge that there

After I was held hostage in my own home for 7 long months, by a gang of violent drug dealers, and 13 pleas for help via different means had gone unnoticed; the realisation dawned that the police were using me as bait. The term “bait” means exactly what it says in the dictionary. The police had been after this gang for years, but with no success. So when they became aware of my circumstances- very early on, they had two options; Respond to my desperate attempts for help, raid

I know I know, I’m not much of a blogger when I never bloody blog. But what is there to blog about when things aren’t going wrong… In life, you have the good, the bad and the ugly. Our brains aren’t captivated by the good. Our attention is only caught by the bad and the ugly. If singers and song writers, authors and journalists, actors and directors, couldn’t involve the bad and the ugly…imagine the content of songs, the plotline of books, the storyline in films, the topics a