Chap calling himself Steve Foster is spreading malicious rumours on you tube claiming I kicked in a neighbours door and threw a full house brick at a woman that hit her in the back. Well, let's get the facts right, I did not kick anybodies door in, and I never threw a brick back at any woman which hit a woman in the back. Let's get the facts right before we go any further. I knocked on a neighbours door because of the neighbour poking her nose into something to do with my family that she knew nothing about. I heard her speaking to a neighbour on the telephone saying, 'get Wayne up up to smash his fucking head in', so I took acception to this and went outside to my neighbours door and knocked upon it asking her to come to the door because if she'd got anything to say to me she should say it to my face, but somebody put the safety chain on the door, and she would not open the door so I started knocking on the door again. The time was about 8.15pm, on the 7th December, 2015. As I was knocking on the neighbours door, two hoodies, who I know to be Wayne Clark and an accomplice who I have identified as the owner of a silver ford focus came running up the street from the direction of the bottle neck in the road where the gang of activists live. One of them threw a part house brick toward me which hit the neighbours window and broke it. The other hoodie (Wayne Clarke) had a baseball bat drawn ready to attack me. I instinctively picked up the piece of house brick they had broke my neighbours window with, and moved toward them, and this was in part due to the fact that when I left my front door to go and knock on the neighbours door, I inadvertently locked myself out of my house, and therefore I felt trapped and unable to retreat to safety. I hurled the part house brick which Wayne Clarke's accomplice had thrown at me but which broke my neighbours window, back in the general direction of the two aforementioned hoodies, which flew over their heads and landed in the right hand side of the street near to the right hand causeway edge. The piece of brick that I threw back at these two male hoodies did not hit anyone, it flew in their direction but was not intended to hit them in any event. It was thrown toward and over them with a view to making time for me to advance a couple of yards further down the footpath outside my neighbours house, to a footpath which ran parallel with the neighbours garden fence on the gable end side of my neighbours house. I managed to get to the beginning of this footpath which led toward the A61 dual carriageway at Junction 36 of the M1. The two hoodies pursued me wielding baseball bats, and because of me being unwell they were closing in on me rapidly. I was hoping to be able to make it to the dual carriageway hoping that because it was a busy trunk road close to the motorway junction that it might prevent these hoodies who were hellbent on attacking me just because I knocked on my neighbours door. However, I made the mistake of dashing through a gap in the hedge of the path to my left which led into a playing field. I was staggering by this stage and almost reached the edge of the playing field when Wayne Clarke and his accomplice who owns the silver coloured ford focus, hit me over the top of the head with one of the baseball bats. This first blow split my head open, and as I began to fall under the impact of the blow from the first baseball bat strike, I was stunned by a second baseball bat strike to the top rear part of my head which caused me to twist as I was falling and I Just had enough consciousness to realise that a third blow from one of their baseball bats was swung at me with the deliberate intention of inflicting a third head strike, but I instinctively managed to raise up my right arm / hand, and found sufficient breath to yell out to Wayne Clark and his accomplice, 'What are you trying to fucking kill me for? Knocking on a fucking door'?
I do not remember any more because I was knocked out cold into unconsciousness...
Now, when I came too, it was raining heavily. My body was in the undergrowth. I don't remember how my body got there, but I remember feeling intense pain not only in my head from the two blows I have described, but the whole of my body from top to bottom ached so much, I thought that I might be paralysed, or dying, or dead. The wetness that I felt running down my face and into my eye sockets, nostrils and mouth, looked red under the glare of the sodium street lighting along the edge of the dual carriageway, which I initially thought to be blood. I eventually crawled through the undergrowth until I was about a foot from the dual carriageway hoping to attract the attention of passing motorists but of these there were not many and the ones that did come past appeared to be travelling too fast to notice somebody like me in the bushes at the edge of the carriageway. It was a long time before I managed to get to my feet and I staggered home. I had to scramble over my garden fence into my back yard until I could re-enter my home, because although the rear garden gate was padlocked, The rear door to my back garden from the house had not been locked before I had left the house via the front door earlier. When I staggered into my kitchen, I was wet through, aching all over my body, and blood everywhere...
I remember looking at the clock on the kitchen wall which told me the time was precisely 5.45am - I must have been laid in that hedge for over 9 hours unconscious...
I collapsed on the bedroom floor, exhausted, cut, battered and bruised, and did not awake until the middle of the afternoon...
I eventually got myself into a change of clothing, let my dog out into our rear garden, fed and watered her, then left by way of the back door to my house, via the padlocked gate, and made my way on public transport to my sister's house which was in Worsborough at that time. When I got there, she hadn't returned from work, but a close friend of my sister's, took me in until my sister got in about half an hour later. As soon as she set eyes on me, she decided to call for an ambulance to take me straight to hospital, where I was eventually treated (over the following two days) for cuts, bruises, concussion, two broken ribs, and a fractured bone in the bottom of my spine (L5). It transpires that Wayne Clarke and his accomplice had struck me a total of 10 times on various parts of my body, on seven of these occasions I was already unconscious on the ground. Police forensics photographed all my injuries with a measure alongside the cuts and bruises on my head, on my back (in particular, diagonal bruises across both shoulder blades) bruising on the top part of my left arm, a bruise come abrasion in the region of my right wrist (defensive injury), and a baseball bat bruise right across the top part of my left thigh close to my groin. The photographer confirmed that all my injuries had been caused by strikes of a baseball bat...
This is the evidence...
I will leave the pathetic specimens who have invented a 'cock and bull story' about me trying to kick a neighbours door in, and allegedly throwing a house brick that hit a woman in the back, to those morons who think that lying will help them get away with them breaking the neighbours window, and them trying to kill me, and leaving me for dead in the edge of the field. They thought they had killed me, and they made up false alibi's for one another, trying to insinuate that my knocking on my neighbours door took place much later than it actually had done. The phone records from the service providers of their mobile phones will prove who has told the truth. Mobile phones have geo sensor s which can plot the movement of mobile phones and register other mobile phones nearby. Emergency phone calls are recorded, and the transcripts of what was said, by whom, and when will be their downfall. Wayne Clark did not leave his house after 9pm that night. He was out in the street along with his male accomplice armed with a piece of brick, and baseball bats. His wife has falsified an alibi for him, by claiming he did not leave her house with her until after 9pm, when he had already knocked me out by baseball batting me over the head and various parts of my body, seven times of which I had already been knocked out cold. Wayne Clark and the ford focus owner accomplice panicked after they attacked me, they both thought they had killed me. Hence why Clark's wife falsified an alibi for him, by moving the time he left the house to after 9pm, when the real time he left the house was at around 8.15pm. I had been attacked and was laying in the edge of the field, left for dead by these drug dealing, perverts, by 8.30pm. I will be demanding that they all get prosecuted for conspiring to murder me, and for making false witness statements...
