This Chapter just like all the others is a `First Draft` before I re-write my thoughts as a Word Document for inclusion in the book version.
The fact is I have to get my story on-the-record as without sounding like a `Drama Queen` I know my days are `numbered`.
Situations and things people say get me thinking about my past life and future death. The pretty girl in the hairdressers made me think of the memories I`ll leave behind for my children...and my recent stay in Southend Hospital reminded me of how much I dont like `old people`.
Like fat women what is the reason for there excistence?
I was the youngest in my Ward...the others were all old...looked old...and moaned non-stop. They complained to each other about the `foreign` nurses...but were `friendly` to there faces.
They made being two-faced into a art form...I got on great with all the nurses...black and white...the young ones I sort of `flirted` with in a `friendly way`...and enjoyed the older nurses `mothering me`...even though I was older then most of them...LOL.
I aint being a hypocrite cos I `hate` the militant muslims of East London as much as the next decent person...who are without doubt the scum of the earth...burning poppies and slagging our soldiers as they strut around in flowing `dresses`.
But as I tell my kids its a `Class Thing` and not `race hate`...the Asian nurses who looked after me...like the muslim consultant who carried out my operation are Middle Class and nothing like the low-life terrorist supporting traitors from dustbins like Forest Gate or shit-holes like inner-city Bradford.
Just as we (decent white people) have no connection to foul-mouthed white chavs on benefits who smoke weed, drink cheap booze and watch Eastenders...professional and medical muslims are different to the `white hating benefit scrounging` followers of militant islam.
The point of the story is that the `racist old gits` in the ward were an embarrassment...I am proud to say I 100% hate the Royal Family, the police, paedophiles and Tony Blair...but with muslims...its only the militants who hate me that I hate...but the old boys in my Ward didnt have the brains or interlect to seperate `vile evil muslims` from the rest.
I am not anti-muslim:
Example 1. I think Ali G is "hilarious"
Example 2. There is a Asian/Indian/Muslim girl who works in the Basildon Branch of the Halifax...and she looks like a Supermodel
Example 3. I am `sort of mates` with a muslim bloke...he owns the Dry Cleaners opposite Laindon Station and I`m in there 2 or 3 times a week.
The guy is Thirty, French and a `westernised muslim`...and you couldnt meet a nicer fella.
Sam knew him first...but now I go in and chat to him for about a hour at a time when I pick up the dry cleaning.
He is obsessed with Page 3 girls, lap dancers and showbiz...he did like Simon Cowell untill I told him The X Factor `queen` was `bent as a nine bob`.
Now every time I go in - he says in a `broken English` accent - "Simon Cowell he is a homosexual" - he`s told all his mates in London and says things like "The more I see him on TV and in the papers I can tell he is a homosexual".
The bloke is hilarious - loves all my jokes - so I really like him - LOL.
He loved my joke about Simon Cowell`s favourite football team being Young Boys of Switzerland...and the guy is so funny chatting up all the housewives and City girls when they pick-up or drop off their dry cleaning...but the fact is `bigots` like the old geezers in Southend Hospital havent got the intelligence to seperate a `good guy` like him from the suicide bombers who infest our inner-cities.
For-the-record...as some people misunderstand what I write...there is nothing wrong in Simon Cowell being `gay`...but what I hate is the fact he denies it...even though everyone in the media knows he `bats for the other side`.
One day as with Sir Cliff Richard and Gary Speed...the truth will come out...it always does...for proof...look no further then vile paedophile Jimmy Saville.
I am a people person...and never been anti-anyone on the `grounds` of race, religion or sexual bias.
My all-time hero David Bowie `bisexual`...my favourite gangsters Reg and Ronnie Kray "gay"...I love comics like Alan Carr...think Stephen Fry is a genuis...and fancy lesbian Lindsay Lohan (in her blonde prison mug shot)...but the difference with them and Mr Cowell...is that they were all honest...whereas Simon Cowell is a closet queen who should `outed`...and stop pretending to be a `bird bandit`.
Passing on my view/beliefs to my children has not been easy...they like me are PROUD of being Working Class but hate low-life chavs...at first it was hard explaining the difference between genuine working class culture and the underclass.
Likewise it was hard explaining how as I`ve NEVER worked in my life...never had a proper job...that I describe myself as "working class".
Even more confusing was my `love` of Mrs Thatcher...not the Tory Party...but I loved the fact she was a `strong woman` who took on the `snobs`.
I aint a Saint...but I have got a `touch of class` about me...and have `loyalty, fair play and decency` in my DNA...as do my children.
My take on life...is I admit not `normal`...I hate druggies who smoke weed or take heroin...but I`m a lifelong supporter of `fast drugs` like speed, coke and E.
I hate low-life petty criminals...but love proper gangsters...but even then I`m pretty selective...I know that The Richardsons were more successful and made much more money then The Krays...but I idolised Reg and Ron because of the showbiz connection.
Likewise I think Dave Courtney is the `top man` of his generation...because of his involvement in the World of Entertainment.
I hope I`ve passed on all of the above `standards` to my children. Both my boys have morals and believe that loyalty is a virtue.
They have great taste in Music, Television, Only Fools And Horses, The Office, The Inbetweeners and we all like the same funnymen - comics like Frankie Boyle, Ricky Gervais, Jimmy Carr, John Bishop, Micky Flannagan, Lee Mack and Kevin Bishop...but they are not clones of me as they also like comedians I cant stand.
Sam for some reason likes Russell Howard - the loonie leftie with a dodgy eye...the sweaty Lee Evans...and Peter Kay.
Adam finds posh boy Jack Whitehall funny.
But we all agree that Michael McIntyre is a "unfunny wanker".
Now my daughter I`ve learned likes The Only Way Is Essex...but she will grow out of that...as did both boys...though they still like Mark Wright.
I do wonder about her taste in music...though for obvious reasons...I hope she dont like JLS or have pictures of them on her bedroom wall.
Sam reckons she`ll be into Beiber...but does she still like The Simpsons?
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Friday, 14 December 2012
A Rod Stewart Haircut Got Me Thinking About My Death
A funny thing happened at the hairdressers yesterday (Supercuts Southend) that got me thinking about my demise and what `memories` I will leave behind.
I said to the girl (blonde, cute, attractive) and sadly YOUNG enough to be my daughter "I want it spikey on top like Rod Stewart".
Instead of replying "Rod who?"...she asked: "Did you see him on TV the other night?"...I said "yeah...are you a fan as well?"
Now here is the `funny` bit she said "No not really...but my Dad was"...I sudenly felt my age...LOL...but it was the sad part of her answer that got me thinking.
She said:
"I always watch whenever he`s on TV...because last year I lost my Dad...who was a massive fan...so whenever I see Rod Stewart or hear his songs I think of my Dad"
That got me thinking...what songs or things will remind my children of me?
But before I continue and get serious...on Page 3 of The Sun was a picture of `Rod the Mod`...which I showed her...and she cut my hair exactly the same.
I walked down Southend High Street "well happy"...but last night Sam said "Oh my God - you having a laugh?"...and Adam chipped in with "What have you done to your hair?"
That to me means it really does look like Rod. I joked "I`m thinking of going blonde again"...but they were not amused...LOL.
The moral of that story..."Yes I refuse to grow old gracefully" LOL...but that young girl (21-23) got me thinking about what singers or songs...Television...famous people...would always remind my children about `their old dad?`
TV: with Sam it would have to be Minder because we watch it together - it`s also his favourite programme...and we both love Arthur Daley.
TV: with Adam I would say it`s The Inbetweeners and The Office. I`ve lost count of how many times we`ve watched both.
The other show we still watch together on TV or DVD is Only Fools And Horses - in 50 years time I believe those TV programmes will still rekindle memories of me.
Plus one programme I `love` and they `hate` is Come Dine With Me - they `slaughter` me for watching it and took the `p***` when I applied to take part...and I am sure that every time its repeated on `Dave` that they`ll think of me.
The funny thing is Pop Culture/TV/Music does stay in your memory forever.
My earliest TV memory is a cop show called Z Cars...and remember crying my eyes out when the Police dog owned by a copper called Fancy Smith died.
That is bizarre on many levels as I grew up hating the police and throughout my teens stood on the North Bank singing the praises of Harry Roberts.
What songs remind me of my Dad?... anything by Al Jolson, Deliah by Tom Jones and The Last Waltz by Englebert Humperdink.
As most Saturday and Sunday mornings I woke up to them blaring out of the lounge.
Old films like The Jolson Story. Jolson Sings Again and Angels With Dirty Faces always remind me of my dad...as does the Match Of The Day theme tune.
But cant think of any song, film or TV show linked to my mum...I`ve been trying my hardest but nothing rings a bell.
There are plenty of things that remind me of my ex-wife...and I`m NOT just talking about her porn movies, Blow Jobs, long legs, pert tits or cute bum...LOL...the list is endless.
Television:
It has to be the Christmas Specials of Only Fools And Horses and The Office...I have `flashbacks` everytime I watch both...if I had the `gift` of David Blaine or the `magic powers` of Dynamo I`d turn back the clock like a shot.
The truth is before I met Julie...to be honest Xmas was a `blur`...and not my favourite time of the year...as a teenager I hated it cos my mates all had a `mum and dad`...and I didnt.
So I would drink lots of Pils Lager...take a lot of little blue pills (speed)...and `pretend` everything was alright.
After my parents split...I `sort of` spent one Christmas with my Dad...and one with my mum...but I did not enjoy it or join in the `phoney family` festive spirit...as it was NOT my Family...there were people in the room who were not `blood relatives`.
In my book...a person who is NOT a blood relative is NOT a relative...simple as that...FACT...end of story...there is NO argument about that.
Once when I went up North to my mums...`blood relatives` of hers were present...as was her husband...NOT my stepdad.
I aint sure if I was 17 or 18...I cant for the life of me remember which Xmas it was...but remember going out Christmas Eve...meeting a girl at a pub disco...dont ask me her name or what she looked like cos I aint got a clue.
But I do remember going back to her place somewhere in Macclesfield and returning to my mums on Boxing Day.
At the time I thought I was doing what any teenage boy who liked `girls and partying` would do...but with hindsight...I dont think I could handle `playing at Happy Families` without my Mum and Dad both being there.
It wasnt the proper Johnson Family Christmas that I had grown up with at 9 Fairview Chase.
The same sort of thing happened the only time I `sort of` had Christmas with my dad...and his Registery Office wife...(NOT my stepmother)...I think I was 19 or Twenty...we were booked into a hotel in either Margate or Ramsgate.
I went off Xmas Eve...met a girl in a local night club...and returned `out of my head` on the afternoon of Christmas Day.
At the time I probally thought I was just being rebelious and `having a laugh`...but again with hindsight its pretty obvious I was `refusing` to join in a phoney family Christmas.
Getting back to why Christmas of 1988 or 1989 was so special...not sure which year it was...but my first Xmas with Julie was my first without drink, drugs or wanting to be reunited with my mum and dad.
In the weeks leading up to that Xmas I remember `obverdossing` on Oranges, Tangerines, Lemsip and Cough mixture to make sure I wasnt ill or had flu over the Christmas Holiday.
That is why the Christmas TV specials of Only Fools And Horses and The Office always remind me of Julie...as does the Rod Stewart classic "You Can Me Dance You Can Make Me Sing"...as it was the first thing she bought me.
From memory WHSmith Southend-on-Sea.
Every time I hear the opening chords...the song has a brilliant intro...for some reason I still think of her and our first Christmas.
Which considering I now hate her...(and she hates me even more)...we are living proof that "the thin line between love and hate"...really does excist...LOL...it also proves that old songs...TV shows...Films...all have the power to bring back `magic moments` and revive old memories.
This is why I know that when I`m "dead and gone"...whenever the boys hear "Anarchy In The UK" or Ziggy Stardust watch Minder, The Office, Only Fools And Horses and The Inbetweeners that they will always think of me.
No doubt...just as I told Sam and Adam that Al Jolson was my Dad`s Hero...they will tell their kids that David Bowie and Rod Stewart were mine.
I said to the girl (blonde, cute, attractive) and sadly YOUNG enough to be my daughter "I want it spikey on top like Rod Stewart".
Instead of replying "Rod who?"...she asked: "Did you see him on TV the other night?"...I said "yeah...are you a fan as well?"
Now here is the `funny` bit she said "No not really...but my Dad was"...I sudenly felt my age...LOL...but it was the sad part of her answer that got me thinking.
She said:
"I always watch whenever he`s on TV...because last year I lost my Dad...who was a massive fan...so whenever I see Rod Stewart or hear his songs I think of my Dad"
That got me thinking...what songs or things will remind my children of me?
But before I continue and get serious...on Page 3 of The Sun was a picture of `Rod the Mod`...which I showed her...and she cut my hair exactly the same.
I walked down Southend High Street "well happy"...but last night Sam said "Oh my God - you having a laugh?"...and Adam chipped in with "What have you done to your hair?"
That to me means it really does look like Rod. I joked "I`m thinking of going blonde again"...but they were not amused...LOL.
The moral of that story..."Yes I refuse to grow old gracefully" LOL...but that young girl (21-23) got me thinking about what singers or songs...Television...famous people...would always remind my children about `their old dad?`
TV: with Sam it would have to be Minder because we watch it together - it`s also his favourite programme...and we both love Arthur Daley.
TV: with Adam I would say it`s The Inbetweeners and The Office. I`ve lost count of how many times we`ve watched both.
The other show we still watch together on TV or DVD is Only Fools And Horses - in 50 years time I believe those TV programmes will still rekindle memories of me.
Plus one programme I `love` and they `hate` is Come Dine With Me - they `slaughter` me for watching it and took the `p***` when I applied to take part...and I am sure that every time its repeated on `Dave` that they`ll think of me.
The funny thing is Pop Culture/TV/Music does stay in your memory forever.
My earliest TV memory is a cop show called Z Cars...and remember crying my eyes out when the Police dog owned by a copper called Fancy Smith died.
That is bizarre on many levels as I grew up hating the police and throughout my teens stood on the North Bank singing the praises of Harry Roberts.
What songs remind me of my Dad?... anything by Al Jolson, Deliah by Tom Jones and The Last Waltz by Englebert Humperdink.
As most Saturday and Sunday mornings I woke up to them blaring out of the lounge.
Old films like The Jolson Story. Jolson Sings Again and Angels With Dirty Faces always remind me of my dad...as does the Match Of The Day theme tune.
But cant think of any song, film or TV show linked to my mum...I`ve been trying my hardest but nothing rings a bell.
There are plenty of things that remind me of my ex-wife...and I`m NOT just talking about her porn movies, Blow Jobs, long legs, pert tits or cute bum...LOL...the list is endless.
Television:
It has to be the Christmas Specials of Only Fools And Horses and The Office...I have `flashbacks` everytime I watch both...if I had the `gift` of David Blaine or the `magic powers` of Dynamo I`d turn back the clock like a shot.
The truth is before I met Julie...to be honest Xmas was a `blur`...and not my favourite time of the year...as a teenager I hated it cos my mates all had a `mum and dad`...and I didnt.
So I would drink lots of Pils Lager...take a lot of little blue pills (speed)...and `pretend` everything was alright.
After my parents split...I `sort of` spent one Christmas with my Dad...and one with my mum...but I did not enjoy it or join in the `phoney family` festive spirit...as it was NOT my Family...there were people in the room who were not `blood relatives`.
In my book...a person who is NOT a blood relative is NOT a relative...simple as that...FACT...end of story...there is NO argument about that.
Once when I went up North to my mums...`blood relatives` of hers were present...as was her husband...NOT my stepdad.
I aint sure if I was 17 or 18...I cant for the life of me remember which Xmas it was...but remember going out Christmas Eve...meeting a girl at a pub disco...dont ask me her name or what she looked like cos I aint got a clue.
But I do remember going back to her place somewhere in Macclesfield and returning to my mums on Boxing Day.
At the time I thought I was doing what any teenage boy who liked `girls and partying` would do...but with hindsight...I dont think I could handle `playing at Happy Families` without my Mum and Dad both being there.
It wasnt the proper Johnson Family Christmas that I had grown up with at 9 Fairview Chase.
The same sort of thing happened the only time I `sort of` had Christmas with my dad...and his Registery Office wife...(NOT my stepmother)...I think I was 19 or Twenty...we were booked into a hotel in either Margate or Ramsgate.
I went off Xmas Eve...met a girl in a local night club...and returned `out of my head` on the afternoon of Christmas Day.
At the time I probally thought I was just being rebelious and `having a laugh`...but again with hindsight its pretty obvious I was `refusing` to join in a phoney family Christmas.
Getting back to why Christmas of 1988 or 1989 was so special...not sure which year it was...but my first Xmas with Julie was my first without drink, drugs or wanting to be reunited with my mum and dad.
In the weeks leading up to that Xmas I remember `obverdossing` on Oranges, Tangerines, Lemsip and Cough mixture to make sure I wasnt ill or had flu over the Christmas Holiday.
That is why the Christmas TV specials of Only Fools And Horses and The Office always remind me of Julie...as does the Rod Stewart classic "You Can Me Dance You Can Make Me Sing"...as it was the first thing she bought me.
From memory WHSmith Southend-on-Sea.
Every time I hear the opening chords...the song has a brilliant intro...for some reason I still think of her and our first Christmas.
Which considering I now hate her...(and she hates me even more)...we are living proof that "the thin line between love and hate"...really does excist...LOL...it also proves that old songs...TV shows...Films...all have the power to bring back `magic moments` and revive old memories.
This is why I know that when I`m "dead and gone"...whenever the boys hear "Anarchy In The UK" or Ziggy Stardust watch Minder, The Office, Only Fools And Horses and The Inbetweeners that they will always think of me.
No doubt...just as I told Sam and Adam that Al Jolson was my Dad`s Hero...they will tell their kids that David Bowie and Rod Stewart were mine.
Saturday, 8 December 2012
A Never Ending Story
When I started this autobiography I knew the beginning...the middle...and I thought the end...but things keep happening and the Final Chapter is continuosly overtaken by events.
What started life as THE GANGSTER OF SLANG...evolved into THE PUNK POET and is now "COCKNEY REBEL AND PUNK POET" with another updated ending. But this time it really is the `final curtain`...I have to deliver because I`ve spent the advance.
This week much has happened...Monday evening/Tuesday morning hospital...Wednesday The High Court...Thursday signed a Magazine `deal` and Friday I find out my daughter is growing up into a very "beautiful young woman". (with dodgy taste in TV - LOL)...and according to people who know her she is also "a lovely girl"...I`m so PROUD...I really am...but as I only ever deal in the TRUTH...I have to say "athough she is by birth 50% mine...with half my DNA...personality...character...she is...I have to admit "a credit to her MUM".
At first I was a bit `concerned` about her choice of `hero`...LOL...but then again when I was 12...my idols were David Bowie, Georgie Best, Rod Stewart, The Kray Twins, (the Adam Faith character in Budgie) and The Great Train Robbers...they still are...but unlike me...I`m pretty sure she`ll grow out of `worshipping` Amy Childs...it could of been worse...she could of liked the fat blonde ugly tub of lard...who shouldnt be let out of the house...let alone appear on TV.
Various people have told me my daughter was a "little smasher"...but yesterday I saw it for myself.
Good and bad news from the Hospital...my operation will be in the New Year...probably the end of January...BUT I have to change my diet!
They were not impressed when I revealed my daily intake...which is...and has been for about five years.
6 bottles of Orange Lucozade
2 cans of Red Bull
A boost bar
Marmite on toast
Peanut Butter / French stick
Milky Coffee with 3 sugars
McDonald Milkshake
I have NOT had any of the above since Thursday...and it feels like I`m going "Cold Turkey"...as my body adjusts to Special K...Cornflakes...Fruit...Ribena and skimmed milk.
The Consultant said that my `heart condition` is part hereditary (thanx dad)...part `poor diet`...and the great news...and I quote "Stress Related"...I have that in writing...so my illness is partly down to my ex-wife and porno star julie taylor johnson...her `partner in crime` and CORRUPT Essex County Council Social Worker peter brown.
This week I also found time to bring THREE new cases at The High Court...one in Basildon and another at Southend.
THE HIGH COURT
Granted permission...thank to the 3517 documents CORRUPT Essex County Council...were ordered to handover by the Court...to appeal against the Family and Divorce verdicts from 2008.
I can appeal `out of time` because I proved I only obtained the `new evidence` (3517 documents) in September 2012.
And more "good news"...because I`m on the official Government Sick List...I get all my legal fees paid by the State.
I also started fresh proceedings against Essex County Council...and this time I`m also personally suing CORRUPT Social Workers Peter Brown...Andrew Haley...Dave Barron...all three if it was 1939 would be proud paid-up members of the Nazi Party.
All three are lying bastards...scum of the earth...and CORRUPT.
AND I HAVE THE DOCUMENTS TO PROVE IT.
Basildon Court:
On behalf of Adam Johnson I started legal proceedings against Essex County Council Social Services.
Southend Court
New claim against julie taylor johnson for "slander"...as I was told on good authority...that the former porn star is spreading `false allegations` about my medical condition.
She was warned in Court...on 31st October 2012..."In future watch what you say about Mr Johnson".
The Judge said to personally inform him of any new allegations.
Well the ex-pub stripper has been telling people "Garry is not really ill"..."he hasn`t had a heart attack"...and "the Judge doesnt believe he`s really ill".
This time she has gone to far...as I submitted all the medical proof from both Basildon and Southend Hospital...evidence from Cardiac Consultant Dr Davies (Southend) and Professor Ritchie (Basildon).
So it is not my word she is doubting...she is questioning the honesty, professional reputation and verdicts of top medical people...to my knowledge...JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON does not have any expertise in diagnosing `heart disease...and as far as I know...her only `link` to medical matters and nursing...is dressing up as a `naughty nurse` and letting me film her stripping off.
I have her `banged to rights`...as she is not only slandering me...she is also smearing the reputation of medical professionals.
As Julie Taylor Johnson spreads her lies about my 100% `genuine illness`...she is unaware that my HEART ATTACK is not only confirmed by medical experts but was witnessed by a Judge...who also saw Sam and me being driven off in the ambulance.
So this time "we have her".
I aint liking this `new diet`...and dont want this operation...but I will stick to the menu...and go under the knife...because I have many things to inspire me...and `kill my nerves`.
1. My Children
2. To continue my cases against the CORRUPT peter brown.
3. I have to live at least a day longer than my former in-laws...I want to be alive so I can celebrate them dying.
I will party like I`ve never partied before when I hear one of them is dead. I will feel like the Jews felt when Hitler topped himself.
The parents of Julie Taylor Johnson hated me for 15 years...since 2005 they have told lies about me...and I have 3517 documents to prove that.
They also allowed perverted pimp richard grimson into their home at 1 Medoc Close Pitsea...and `treated him like a new son-in-law` during `family get-togethers` at 10 Carswell Gardens Wickford.
The taylors are pure evil...and the sooner they die the better...it will also be a great day for me personally because I know the absolute pain it will cause my ex-wife.
At last she will be getting a taste of her own medicine...and find out how much...being seperated...from your own "flesh and blood" really hurts.
Let her suffer how I`ve suffered since November 2007...as they say "what goes round comes around" and lets no forget the old saying "If you do bad things to other people - then one day bad things will be done to you".
But the thing is Julie`s LOSS will be forever...mine is only temporary...when her parents die they wont be coming back...but one day...and that day is getting CLOSER every day...I will be reunited with my daughter...and she will know the TRUTH about everything...grimson, flemming, prevost, the taylors and the williams SCUM from Wales...how they all conspired to protect a borderline paedophile...I have the documents to prove it...plus handwritten timed and dated letters from tony taylor...sharon williams...where they REFUSED to condemn the perverted behaviour of richard grimson.
This is why I will keep taking my medication...stick to the rabbit food...and have the open heart surgery...when I`m hungry...when I`m scared to bits...I will just think to myself "Dont give in...you gotta be around to enjoy the day/days her parents die"
In my mind there is no greater incentive for me to stay alive.
I want the perverted pimp richard grimson DEAD...I want sally prevost/griffin DEAD...but more than anything I want tony and joyce taylor DEAD.
What started life as THE GANGSTER OF SLANG...evolved into THE PUNK POET and is now "COCKNEY REBEL AND PUNK POET" with another updated ending. But this time it really is the `final curtain`...I have to deliver because I`ve spent the advance.
This week much has happened...Monday evening/Tuesday morning hospital...Wednesday The High Court...Thursday signed a Magazine `deal` and Friday I find out my daughter is growing up into a very "beautiful young woman". (with dodgy taste in TV - LOL)...and according to people who know her she is also "a lovely girl"...I`m so PROUD...I really am...but as I only ever deal in the TRUTH...I have to say "athough she is by birth 50% mine...with half my DNA...personality...character...she is...I have to admit "a credit to her MUM".
At first I was a bit `concerned` about her choice of `hero`...LOL...but then again when I was 12...my idols were David Bowie, Georgie Best, Rod Stewart, The Kray Twins, (the Adam Faith character in Budgie) and The Great Train Robbers...they still are...but unlike me...I`m pretty sure she`ll grow out of `worshipping` Amy Childs...it could of been worse...she could of liked the fat blonde ugly tub of lard...who shouldnt be let out of the house...let alone appear on TV.
Various people have told me my daughter was a "little smasher"...but yesterday I saw it for myself.
Good and bad news from the Hospital...my operation will be in the New Year...probably the end of January...BUT I have to change my diet!
They were not impressed when I revealed my daily intake...which is...and has been for about five years.
6 bottles of Orange Lucozade
2 cans of Red Bull
A boost bar
Marmite on toast
Peanut Butter / French stick
Milky Coffee with 3 sugars
McDonald Milkshake
I have NOT had any of the above since Thursday...and it feels like I`m going "Cold Turkey"...as my body adjusts to Special K...Cornflakes...Fruit...Ribena and skimmed milk.
The Consultant said that my `heart condition` is part hereditary (thanx dad)...part `poor diet`...and the great news...and I quote "Stress Related"...I have that in writing...so my illness is partly down to my ex-wife and porno star julie taylor johnson...her `partner in crime` and CORRUPT Essex County Council Social Worker peter brown.
This week I also found time to bring THREE new cases at The High Court...one in Basildon and another at Southend.
THE HIGH COURT
Granted permission...thank to the 3517 documents CORRUPT Essex County Council...were ordered to handover by the Court...to appeal against the Family and Divorce verdicts from 2008.
I can appeal `out of time` because I proved I only obtained the `new evidence` (3517 documents) in September 2012.
And more "good news"...because I`m on the official Government Sick List...I get all my legal fees paid by the State.
I also started fresh proceedings against Essex County Council...and this time I`m also personally suing CORRUPT Social Workers Peter Brown...Andrew Haley...Dave Barron...all three if it was 1939 would be proud paid-up members of the Nazi Party.
All three are lying bastards...scum of the earth...and CORRUPT.
AND I HAVE THE DOCUMENTS TO PROVE IT.
Basildon Court:
On behalf of Adam Johnson I started legal proceedings against Essex County Council Social Services.
Southend Court
New claim against julie taylor johnson for "slander"...as I was told on good authority...that the former porn star is spreading `false allegations` about my medical condition.
She was warned in Court...on 31st October 2012..."In future watch what you say about Mr Johnson".
The Judge said to personally inform him of any new allegations.
Well the ex-pub stripper has been telling people "Garry is not really ill"..."he hasn`t had a heart attack"...and "the Judge doesnt believe he`s really ill".
This time she has gone to far...as I submitted all the medical proof from both Basildon and Southend Hospital...evidence from Cardiac Consultant Dr Davies (Southend) and Professor Ritchie (Basildon).
So it is not my word she is doubting...she is questioning the honesty, professional reputation and verdicts of top medical people...to my knowledge...JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON does not have any expertise in diagnosing `heart disease...and as far as I know...her only `link` to medical matters and nursing...is dressing up as a `naughty nurse` and letting me film her stripping off.
I have her `banged to rights`...as she is not only slandering me...she is also smearing the reputation of medical professionals.
As Julie Taylor Johnson spreads her lies about my 100% `genuine illness`...she is unaware that my HEART ATTACK is not only confirmed by medical experts but was witnessed by a Judge...who also saw Sam and me being driven off in the ambulance.
So this time "we have her".
I aint liking this `new diet`...and dont want this operation...but I will stick to the menu...and go under the knife...because I have many things to inspire me...and `kill my nerves`.
1. My Children
2. To continue my cases against the CORRUPT peter brown.
3. I have to live at least a day longer than my former in-laws...I want to be alive so I can celebrate them dying.
I will party like I`ve never partied before when I hear one of them is dead. I will feel like the Jews felt when Hitler topped himself.
The parents of Julie Taylor Johnson hated me for 15 years...since 2005 they have told lies about me...and I have 3517 documents to prove that.
They also allowed perverted pimp richard grimson into their home at 1 Medoc Close Pitsea...and `treated him like a new son-in-law` during `family get-togethers` at 10 Carswell Gardens Wickford.
The taylors are pure evil...and the sooner they die the better...it will also be a great day for me personally because I know the absolute pain it will cause my ex-wife.
At last she will be getting a taste of her own medicine...and find out how much...being seperated...from your own "flesh and blood" really hurts.
Let her suffer how I`ve suffered since November 2007...as they say "what goes round comes around" and lets no forget the old saying "If you do bad things to other people - then one day bad things will be done to you".
But the thing is Julie`s LOSS will be forever...mine is only temporary...when her parents die they wont be coming back...but one day...and that day is getting CLOSER every day...I will be reunited with my daughter...and she will know the TRUTH about everything...grimson, flemming, prevost, the taylors and the williams SCUM from Wales...how they all conspired to protect a borderline paedophile...I have the documents to prove it...plus handwritten timed and dated letters from tony taylor...sharon williams...where they REFUSED to condemn the perverted behaviour of richard grimson.
This is why I will keep taking my medication...stick to the rabbit food...and have the open heart surgery...when I`m hungry...when I`m scared to bits...I will just think to myself "Dont give in...you gotta be around to enjoy the day/days her parents die"
In my mind there is no greater incentive for me to stay alive.
I want the perverted pimp richard grimson DEAD...I want sally prevost/griffin DEAD...but more than anything I want tony and joyce taylor DEAD.
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