24 Hours From Heaven.
No its not a date with Kate Moss, Denise Van Outen, Amanda Holden, Patsy Kensit or Ola Jordan - its a date with destiny - but it does involve a 30-year-old Italian beauty.
This time tomorrow I will probably be dead which means Julie Taylor Johnson of 22 Bridge Road Shotgate Essex and her low-life family at Westfield Close Wickford will be celebrating.
As will the ginger bitch at Braintree Dogs Home.
It will be like Christmas has come early for the Shotgate Slut and her neo-nazi family. Mr & Mrs Taylor will be partying like its Adolf Hitler`s birthday.
At 9am in Basildon Hospital I will be having a Cardiac Catheter Test and I know I wont survive. To quote Martin Luther King "I`ve had a dream" and every time I die.
I`ve not been well since Xmas but havent told a soul. Not even my best mate Garry Bushell.
Gal, that explains why I didnt answer your calls or turn up at the recording studio to re-launch The Punk Poet.
At first they were going to remove my gallbladder but a minor heart attack in June raised the stakes.
The tests revealed I had a heart disease triggered by stress and that my ticker had a small tear.
Further tests confirmed I had damaged arteries.
I was well looked after in Basildon Hospital - even got my own room on the James McKenzie Ward - but the fact is I hate hospitals - or if you want the truth I`m `terrified` of hospitals.
I break out in a sweat buying hair gel at Boots the chemist and cant watch Holby City (even with Patsy Kensit in it) without feeling `ill`.
And the funny thing is as a teenager on Barking Station I wouldnt get on the tube if it had a woman driver - now I`m letting a female surgeon put a camera into my heart.
Last week at Basildon Hospital the nurse said "Dont worry the doctor looking after you is a beautiful 30-year-old Italian lady"
That still didnt stop me from almost `passing out` and as she described the details of the `operation` I thought to myself "oh no, not a woman Doctor - can it get any worse?"
In a perfect world I`d live long and stay healthy - but since 2005 I`ve thought if I do get a disease `please make it cancer` or a disease where I`m given say `three months to live`.
That way I could tie up all the loose ends. I could visit Wisbech, Braintree and Wickford and settle a few scores.
I could be Judge, Jury and Executioner. I could wipe out Shrek, Ginger, Adolf and not have to rot in jail.
But with `heart disease` they dont give you a date - so instead of killing the scum on the street - I`ll have to slaughter them in a novel.
In fact I already have as all three Nazi low-life get wiped out in my revenge novel Moral Justice.
A book that steals storylines from films like Outlaw, A Clockwork Orange, The Long Good Friday and takes inspiration from The Old Testament.
But back to real life - back to reality.
I havent had a proper sleep since last Thursday - I`ve had the same nightmare and woken up in the early hours covered in sweat and dreading August 15.
All weekend I played my favourite music and re-lived my roller-coaster past.
I have listened non-stop to The Sex Pistols, Oasis, The Clash, The Jam, Bob Marley and The Stone Roses - who Adam is going to see at The V Festival - his first concert is watching the band I discovered - how smart is that?
Yesterday I felt so ill that even a letter from the Court couldnt lift my spirits.
It revealed that one of my defamation cases has been transferred to Southend and will be heard in October.
As its a Civil Case it will be open to the public and the media so at long last my story will be in The Echo.
I will be named and so will Julie Taylor Johnson - so I can tell all about her `false allegations` to Basildon Council, the police and the Inland Revenue.
I can also reveal all about her porno movies like Basildon Babe and her affair with former pimp and pervert Richard Grimson of 40 Hyde Way Wickford Essex.
I have been waiting to clear my name for so long - I can now prove in open court that she LIED when she claimed I was "mentally ill".
Hopefully I will still be around to have my day in Court - but if not the whole story appears in Cockney Rebel.
At the moment I`m not up to writing my Amended Statement - but once the medication kicks in - I should be okay.
For those who want a `flavour` of my story then Google Garry Johnson The Punk Poet or Basildon Babe Julie Taylor Johnson.
