So you werent out on the rob and it was just one huge mistake. Tell me, why were you hiding in an attic when the police came to call? Most people would call that bizarre behaviour?
That just really demonstrates how knowledgeable you really are...
Two pages 5 and 6, retyped by a totally different typewriter, and inserted into the middle of a statement which started off as a 9 page statement, which had its original page 5 'removed', had the original page 6's page number, tippexed out and altered to 7, the original page 7 had its page number tippexed out and altered to 8, the original page 8 had its page number tippexed out, and altered to 9, and the original page 9, having its page number tippexed out, and altered into 10...
The cop didn't even make his own witness statement, it was made 'for him' by another dodgy cop, who falsly claimed that he had a right to make the other cops statement for him, because they made their notes up together before they both went off duty in the early hours of 26th Januaury, 1987. But, hey, guess what, the cop who made the other cops witness statement on the premis that they had got the same notes recorded in each others notebooks which they made up together at the end of the shift, did not get his notebook issued to him until 31st January, 1987 by a Detective Inspector (Clough), so 'hey presto', cop lied on oath to the jury. Do you know what that means bozo? It means that not only did the cop not make his own statement, but the cop who made his statement for him in his absence, told 'a lie' to the court, to the judge, to the prosecution, to the defence, and to the jury, about the reason why he said he was entitled to make up another officers witness statement in his absence. He hadn't been issued with his notebook until the 31st January, 1987, so he could hardly have made those notes in it with the other officer before they had gone off duty that night...
Do things sound familiar, bozo?
South Yorkshire Police, 1987/ 1988, falls bang in the middle between the miners strike (Orgreave), 1985, and of course, 'Hillsboro', 1989...
I was on the picket line at Orgreave, bozo...
You can smirk all you like about my demise, bozo, but at least I am not a lying, evil, despicable, low life bent copper, and I will have my day of justice, sooner or later. It's just a matter of time, before cops from this region are made to answer for everything wrong that they have done to me, and others like me in their reign of terror and corruption. Bent cops in this region in this era made the law up as they went along...
I'll get my day of 'justice', sooner, or later, do you know why, bozo? Because I am still a very strong minded person. Bent cops haven't broken my spirit, neither has the fact that I served the sentences they threw at me like confetti. But I am still here, still complaining, still fighting, and that will be the case until I die...
