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FAKE SCIENCE page 1 The term, fake news, made popular by Donald Trump is a reality. News has been subverted since we emerged from the caves. That the conspiracy sympathisers are ridiculed by the media is par for the course, ridicule the messenger is the response. Conspiracy is evident within the Tory party right now, and yes the career politicians who see only the economic not the moral argument conspired against Jeremy Corbyn, thankfully his integrity was too strong for the posers. There are some influential and astute opinions on you tube that will not be tolerated by the sun or the mail, you tube browsers will appreciate there is no smoke without fire and if there is no fire, there is only confusion. When known that the election was won, Thatcher and eugenics guru Keith Joseph decided that a few million on the dole would be a useful tool to achieve their objective, that objective was simple, people must be in service to money, not money in service to people. The way to bring this about was to decimate British industry making the working people fearful for their not too lavish livelihoods. Rule by fear was the policy. The bankers were the new priesthood, we were all conditioned to believe that the Sun would not come up in the morning without money, like the Chinese and their belief in rhino horn, its all a myth. Money comes off a printing press. BACKGROUND My name is Jimmy Price and I live in the small town of Narberth in s.w . Wales. This saga began in the late 70’s. My late wife Valerie, is what this article is about and the reader should realise that collateral damage is accepted as part of the system that governs us all, law is in the hands of the elite. Val worked in the town at the post office, she enjoyed her job, being a counter clerk for the P.O. was not that exciting but Val found some satisfaction when on occasions someone, who’s first language was Welsh, would come in with an official looking letter to be sorted. Val often came home with a dozen eggs or a box of apples given in appreciation. She felt useful within the community. On May 5th. I977 Val opened the P.O. doors ready for business to be met by two men, they explained that they were I.B. (investigation bureau) and wished to see the postmaster, they took a signed statement from him that described Vals duties and that he could identify her. It was some eleven months since a pension book had gone missing , what did she know about it? . The senior investigator had obtained a certain design of Vals handwriting ignoring other designs that were used equally. The I.B. then made their quest known to Val, a pension book had gone missing and dockets had been cashed by Val, who did she pay that money to? He then told Val that he thought in his opinion her writing was similar to that of the forgeries and asked would she give writing samples. Val duly obliged supplying what was requested. I picked Val up from work that day, she told me all about it ,describing the senior I.B. man as a pompous twit,. At this point it should be clear that I do not expect that many people will read this article, a woman lost her job, so what ? Millions have. War was declared on the unions. They went quietly, after Scargill who was the establishments ultimate aim and the workers lost their authority to the vulture capitalist free market jungle where insatiable greed flourishes. Had I been in the I.B. my .first suspect would have been the person who cashed the dockets that would be Val. The I.B. eliminated any possibility that Val was not guilty. This was the justice of centralisation, that was practised by communist countries or right wing dictatorships. VAL To give the reader some idea of Vals mentality, and I knew her as well as anybody, so-- Born in 1947 in the small town of Whitland, she was the middle one of five, a brother and sister older and younger. They all thought she got away with more than anybody with her dad, she was the the first to be born after dad had returned from the war. Attending the primary and Sunday school she went on to the local grammar school, she was not totally enthused by the academic world, never the less she left with ten O'Levels with distinctions in maths and a few other subjects. Her dad insisted she stay in school unless she had a decent job to go to. When one of the big banks offered her a job, she jumped, she was a success, the bank wished her to go to London in order to train up for the computer age, then she met me, and turned the offer down. Page 2 Her father Wyndham was a decorated soldier returned from the war, he was not the macho type, he was a musician and poet. Talk of the war was pretty much taboo with him but if somebody would raise the subject his only comment was that there were just some things you had to stand up against. Wyndham had witnessed atrocities committed by both sides, he thought war was a honey pot for the wealthy and powerful. One of his poems reflected his dismay at warfare. The small council estate that Val lived on {lon hywel} had a code of conduct. None of the above proves anything but does suggest that Val had the ability to reason. BACK TO 5 th. MAY The incident on that day did not seem to bother Val, after all she had volunteered handwriting specimens that would show it was not her writing. The incident had just about been forgotten until July 26 th 77 when the I.B. returned. The same senior investigating officer was back with a different colleague, he had new evidence, the government chemist had identified her handwriting with that of the forgeries, her guilt was scientifically proven. Val was shown a letter supposedly from the chemist, she did not see her name mentioned in this letter which looked well ‘thumbed’ it could have been shown to anybody! It dawned on Val that this hand writing stuff was a bluff. The letter simply said there were some similarities in some lower letters, that can be stated without contradiction, otherwise we could not read each others writing. The investigator informed Val that he had arranged a check on her till that day, this check was carried out by the two investigating officers and the postmaster, the till, according to those who carried out the count, was £7. short. Now with an enquiry ongoing into a missing pension book, Val would be a dunce to rob from her till under their noses. Val was not offered the opportunity to check their count, so it was hardly a valid check. In the event none of this was presented in court, it was traded in so that the prosecution could leave the original letter that Val had read undisclosed, it remained in a brown envelope, seen by nobody, apart from the I.B. and company. The investigator told Val that she was suspended, she assumed that would be only until this enquiry was completed. It was only a few days after that Val received by post her P45 with a deduction of £90 the amount concerned with the missing pension book. In my peasant naive way I thought an accused person had to be shown to be guilty, not assumed to be. So much for the basic tenet of law. Val hit the roof and insisted we go into Narberth to see our solicitor, for some reason he was not available. Val could not wait, we drove in to Haverfordwest where we walked into Howel Williams solicitors office, we were seen by a Mr. Wade who left the firm shortly after the meeting. Mr. Williams meanwhile in negotiation with the P.O. had taken their advice and sought the opinion of a Mr. Radley who confirmed the analyses of the P.O. expert. It was only by chance that I bumped into Mr. Wade, we had a couple of drinks and a remark he made set me thinking when he said that expert opinion was more opinion than science, adding that they get paid for that opinion. So where do I find a different opinion ? It was June 78 that the court saw Val appearing to defend herself (with her lawyer) at crown court. Apparently the jury were down to ten or eleven for some reason and a number of lawyers were in attendance apparently interested in how to approach a witness who was presented to the court as a scientist from the board of trade. Howell Williams meantime had made contact with a handwriting expert who had long retired from court appearances but would forward a suggested line of cross examination. The barrister who was allocated to Val was a decent chap but whether he had the time to read let alone absorb the forty pages I do not know, his efforts to show the P.O. expert had flaws in his argument did not wash in the experts insistence that he was quite definite in his own mind that this was Mrs. Prices handwriting. The jury retired to consider their verdict after the summing up of the judge, who pointed out that Mrs. Price was of previous good character, and made the comment that the jury should make what they wished concerning the handwriting evidence. I later came to suspect that the judiciary condoned this theatre. The jury were told before retiring that they could send out any question relating to what had transpired during the trial. At least one of the jurists was discerning enough to ask if the volunteered samples of writing given were dictated with regard to the capitals (they were). The question was not allowed to be answered. The jury were split so no verdict. Page 3 The one aspect to the P.O. experts appearance in court was that he was brought out of retirement in order to give evidence, which bore no resemblance to the initial report of July 77. it seemed ridiculous that the board of trade had nobody in the pipeline to carry on the essential scientific work that could show guilt or otherwise. This expert was clearly the P.O.s chosen man, nobody else seemed to fit the bill. As stated the jury were split so the P.O. had to take Val back to court a couple of months later. In the meantime however………. As stated I do not expect too many will read this article, so it will be written with locals in mind. I was at the filling station in Llanddewi when I met Roy Morgan, he farmed on the outskirts of the village with his herd of ayeshires, he had read the local rag and was interested in the case because his wife’s uncle was reputed to be highly regarded in forensic science and especially in the field of unidentified writing, it turned out that he was the man who had furnished the line of examination at the first trial, he was not satisfied that the P.O. expert had been properly questioned. Roy took my phone number should his uncle in law wish to know more. It turned out that Dr. Wilson Harrison did ring me, he did not tell me anything of much that was of particular enlightenment, he did say I could call to see him in Cardiff, so I did. My best mate Eric Bates drove me to the appointment. Wilson Harrison was a large man with a shock of white hair, he turned out to be a serious scientist and was of world reputation in certain branches. The impression I gained was that he did not approve of some tactics used by so called experts purporting to be presenting science, he opined that the northern Ireland situation had exacerbated the situation (Guilford four Birmingham six) and was diluting British justice. Harrison was a seeker of truth not theatre. The original dockets he insisted on examining, he saw no problem there, he committed himself. He came to court. The day came when the P.O. were to have a second bite at Val. They were there with a full team, looking confident as they mingled around the court, until Dr. Harrison made his appearance. To say that the P.O. expert turned a whiter shade of pale would be a massive understatement, the whole team went in to a frenzy, not knowing what to do next in their panic. The P.O. dropped the charges, the P.O. expert, who at the first trial was quite definite in his own mind that Mrs. Price was the author of the questioned writing, now did not think it fair to the jury to have to decide between two experts. Wilson Harrison did not seem surprised at the outcome, he had shown this man to be wildly extravagant in his opinion on a previous occasion. Val returned to Narberth post office to her job after the P.O dropped all the charges.. The presiding judge was not happy I suspected he was there to wrap it all up for the P.O. Val thought it a bloody cheek when P.O, admin people told her to forget it all, it was just a big mistake. Settling back was fine for a few weeks but changed after I at last secured the prosecution file. The Gen. Sec of the postal workers union was a man by the name of Jackson, he sported a handlebar moustache, he ended up in the house of lords as did the Gen sec. of the trade union movement, Len Murry was given a nod of approval from the former lunatic lord chancellor Hailsham. The sign's were not good for anybody with a job. I had been constantly in touch with the union during the whole affair and it was obvious that they were a complete placebo, they did not know what to do so they sent the prosecution file to me. This was the first time that I (or the defence to my knowledge} had seen the experts report, his chart and written summary. After hours of studying the paperwork the picture formed. The first puzzle was why when making comparisons with forgeries, the expert chose to use a different design A which he told Val to write as her requested sample for comparison. Like should be compared to like. The jury (at the first trial) did not know that the column entitled ‘requested known writing’ was dictated, hence the question that the jury sent out was disallowed, because it had not been asked during the trial by the defense lawyer. The next couple of months were spent with me in correspondence with the P.O. management, Sir William Barlow who was head chief and his concern was the P.O.’s reputation, any injustice to the minions would be everyday business. ‘The P.O. had treated Mrs. Price in a decent and humane manner’ was all I got from that quarter ,but the shit was beginning to fall. Barlow’s juniors would reply that my letters were out of order, the disdain was filtering down to Val, even some of the postmen thought it out of order and that it should have been left to the union. Val’s resentment of going to work grew. Page 4 NOW CONSIDER THIS. An experienced investigator who has worked with the ‘expert’ on numerous occasions must know what is required, so why when seeking samples for comparison did he accept the rounded A? Let alone request them? the answer being that was what was required. They were not chosen as comparison’s but to sow the seed that disguise was present. Page 4 of the experts written report (to be shown with chart further on) drove Wilson Harrison to wonder if the ‘expert’ had lost his brief, to make assertions without evidence was not acceptable. The ‘expert’ was following the disguise route, the jury may have thought the defendant was using disguise when it was the ‘expert’ using deception. That another party, Mr. Radley, had confirmed the ‘experts’ report, which turned out to be groundless, was definite conspiracy to mislead a jury, this was conducted by the P.O. solicitors. This was a deliberate attempt to pervert the course of justice, a crime if committed by one of the pleb, but OK. for some. I was determined to seek an admission and get some of the cost of it all back, bank charges, days off work, the cost of Wilson Harrison ..etc. It was just that after a cold and wet week on a building site, I resented a portion of my income tax paid, going to fund such deception , this defied natural justice, I never could stand the bully. ALCOHOL I was 37/8 and Val was in her early 30’s and a drink was taken on only the odd occasion. I had won a bottle of whisky somewhere and sitting down sifting through papers I started taking a glass or two. The conversation with Val, with my head buried in papers, was restricted and so she started to take a drink and it was not long before she reached for the bottle herself. Whether our body chemistry controls our emotions or the reverse I do not know but alcohol had a profound affect on Val. Jimmy Evans who kept the Parc y lan, the sole pub in the village, sold a locally blended whisky, choice blend, I got in to the habit of taking a bottle home, it was clear that Val was pleased to know she had a drink. The weeks and months were passing and Val wanted to give in her notice, she now was becoming depressed which no doubt was exacerbated by her consumption of alcohol. The relationship between us became strained, some in the family compared us to Burton and Taylor, Val’s behaviour became erratic. My wife after one drink would disappear in to some dark depression, repeating herself having forgotten what she said a few minutes ago, her opening was always the same when she would say “ I am Wyndham William’s daughter, Jimmy Price’s wife, Anna and Gaynor’s mother, well I am a person too. She felt isolated. I was more concerned with forcing the P.O. in o admission, in my fight against the establishment, the bully, I did not realise that I was bullying Val. This episode in our lives was distressing Val would get in to a state where she could hardly walk, on a few occasions she would grab the car keys unknown to me and I would hear the car taking off. A few yards down the road I would often see the car in the ditch, it was more than once that Val had hit the steering wheel face first and again when she fell face first on the gravel road. There would be struggles to get Val back in to the house with our two daughters seeing their mother’s bleeding face, they thought we had been fighting. That surely was having a negative affect on our two daughters. It was a turbulent time for our two girls witnessing heated arguments, it was 11 plus time but Val nor I were too interested ,preferring a few glasses of whisky. They both managed to get to grammar school anyway but no thanks to us. My biggest resentment of this period was when Val would be seen with bruises or scratches brought about by her mad suicide jaunts in the car. The rumour went about that I was knocking her around, I resented that, my determination grew. Val decided that some things you had to stand against, she formed a plan that to her would conclude the whole affair, she deposited post office money in a building society telling them they would get their money back only in a court of law. Val put her hope in the law, what a mistake that was! Val timed it well, I had landed a job in one of the refineries on the haven, the pay and conditions were good for the area and it was regular, there was no reason for Val to work at all, unless she wanted to. Previously Val’s regular income was needed for mortgage purposes, my income was sporadic with me being in and out of work in the building trade. The whole business was the last straw for Val with me raving at her for trusting the system. Val walked out and divorced me shortly after, she was keen enough to ring me however to tell me a barrister had said he would expose the whole circus, she thought she had been right all along, she fell for it. Page 5 When it got to court, the two lawyers, defence and prosecution appeared to be cooperating in trying to get the whole story out. Despite the finger tapping and signs from judge Pitchford, who made the point that the P.O. had chosen not to continue with the case, suggesting that they could have. This, despite the fact that the only evidence against her was that she ‘may’ have had the opportunity? Pitchford made no attempt to criticise Vals motive (not even a fine or anything ) and even told the court that a women of Mrs. Price’s ability would soon find a job. Vals defence lawyer (to many surprised people) was made up to Queens Council. The whole scene suggested to me free masonry. I first believed in the conspiracy of the masonic order when after the final trial I had refused to pay that portion of my council tax that went to the police, it ended up in court. I attended expecting to face some sort of legal tussle, not at all, I gained the impression that the court were sympathetic, and there were some suits in attendance, some obviously were from the council and I thought the rest might be policemen. The Police I am not a respecter of the institution, the police force, that does not mean that I dislike policemen, most are O.K. but in the pyramid of sycophancy, it is the establishment who govern no matter how the pleb voted. Many of the higher ranks, apart from being masons are social climbers. Loyalty is highly valued by the chrach ach, the more blind the better. This mentality filters down to the copper on the beat. How can they claim to be societies guardians with a duty of care on their record? The suffragettes, miners strike, hills borough and the thuggery of the bean field, and many other examples over a long time does not show tolerance. Having made my sentiments known , the experience I had with them was good. I had become pally with a couple of cops locally, Jimmy Jones and George Mortimer, they got me involved in sport. They did not like going to court. Narberth has hardly any serious crime (the odd youngster kicking off and the breathalizer. The police have a choice, either they will stand for a democratic fair system or remain the stool catchers for the elite. In Narberth we seem to have had community minded police over the years with the odd exception. When I went to Pembroke dock police station to report the crime committed I was given all manner of excuses, they did not have the decency to tell me that they could not touch the ‘crown’. Detective sergeant Cole was not able to help. My first call was my m.p. Nicholas Edwards who happened to be Welsh sec. it was an experience. Should anybody remember the look on the beadles face when Oliver Twist asked for more you may get my drift. Edwards would not accept that authority could do anything that was not legal. I had my vote, what more did I want? Edwards had establishment stamped through him like Blackpool rock, he was defending his class no matter what, he was ‘loyal’. Edwards successor was Nicholas Bennet, he was even more blatant, he was climbing the greasy pole. It was not thought he would advance his career by upsetting those above (my view) he went to some length to tell me that the establishment had changed, it was no longer the country squire and his tenant farmers but those with money (big money) who were now in charge. My farmyard notion of how things worked (his words) were outdated, I had no money so nobody wanted to know. We were catching up with America. I do not think he got very far up the greasy pole, he has not been heard of since he was ousted by Nick Ainger. Nick Ainger was a breath of fresh air after his predecessors, I found him to be straight and as helpful as possible in every way, a man concerned with his constituency and the welfare of the people, he played his part diligently. I have respect for Nick Ainger, he handed the case to Alan Michael who had some position within the Welsh sec. office. Michael kicked it in to touch, knowingly or otherwise, he handed the case to the criminal cases review commission who after some pointless correspondence I telephoned, I spoke to a few different people and concluded that they could not proceed even if they wished to. There was no mention of the royal prerogative. There had been no sentence or fine so no conviction, the court obviously accepted Mrs. Prices account. What was being suggested was that those who took the case to court should be prosecuted-- not their brief. No mention of the crown’s immunity. Michael is now a crime commissioner. My vendetta continued, I distributed the evidence around the establishment. The home office, while not denying the crime simply said that it was not their responsibility, those departments that I contacted, lord chancellors office, lambeth palace, prime minister’s office and most politicians, my letters were largely ignored or I would get a curt note saying that the contents of my correspondence had been noted. The only place that I may have touched a nerve was Buckingham palace. Michael Shea (Queens press sec.) contacted the Times to complain that the Queen was not happy with Thatchers tactics, this was at the time of Fergies wedding, there was talk of constitutional crisis. Page 6 Some time after this it was reported that Thatcher had fainted at the palace, her lapdog Willie Whitelaw told lobby journalist’s that the P.M. was overcome by the central heating. This was not believed by all the press. I prefered the version that said Thatcher had her arse reamed out by the Queen for allowing ‘ domestics’ to impose on the firm. My efforts continued with me trying to extract some integrity from the high offices of state, it was like getting a flat earthist to see the evidence. I wondered which oath of allegiance had to be sworn that protected the establishment from the people knowing what was going on. Democracy did not seem to have a say in the matter. One incident that struck me was when the cameras were televising the circus that parliament is, there will be archives that show it all. I was surprised to see so many skull caps in use, and wondered why? Nicholas Edwards appeared to be the target of the skullcaps, they were angry at his efforts over the snow clearances in his constituency, I knew this to be nonsense, so what was it? I believe it was the manner in the way Edwards had handled the complaint, he could have opened a can of worms . Edwards began to look a worried man, he lost weight and quit politics to become lord crickhowell. I wished Edwards no harm, I just wished that he was able to recognise justice for all. I felt as though the masons had been at work, I have always sensed some philosophical connection between Zionism and Masonry, you have to be ‘loyal’ to the cause and not to the notion of the separation of powers, not that the pleb have experienced much of it. I was quite friendly with a workmate who was a mason (he made no bones) he tried to persuade me of the futility of my efforts in the face of establishment ‘loyalty,’ he hoped that Val did not come up against judge Charles Pitchford who enjoyed sending people down. CHARTER 88 A few years ago the above named pressure group was set up with the expressed aim of securing a settlement to our unwritten constitution, in other words the ‘Crown’ could not be above the law. The monarchy must go. I do not refer to the royals here, they are the badge on the front of the car not the engine. The establishment are the monarchy, the 70 odd percent of armed forces top brass, the top mandarins in whitehall, the judiciary, newspaper owners plus so called entrepeneurs and of course the local council worker who buys the Sun or Mail, and so many arrive from the Eaton Harrow brigade and often become masonic loyalist’s as M.I.5. are suspected of being . I am fully aware that the ‘class’ I refer to has produced many intelligent and humane radical people and I am fully aware of the popularity of the royals in many areas so there is no call for their removal, just that they become non constitutional royals. The separation of powers is not what the people have been led to believe it is. In my peasant understanding of history I recall the glorious revolution of the 17th. Century when the robber barons deposed the King, they cut his head off. They made no progress however because that power was handed to one man, the dictator Cromwell, so they restored the crown. Nobody needs a degree to realise that there had to be terms and conditions for this to work. The royal prerogative was a mythical device that could be usurped by the executive and give protection to the various institutions. Licence to win no matter how, they were only protecting the realm? The device essentially gives the executive dictatorial powers. The Queen has no say in the matter (her advisers do ) so how can the monarch be called a fountain of justice as described in any book on the constitution? Is the king/queen simply a prop for the establishment? Maybe the more enlightened younger royals could spread the word that it was never the slaves who needed civilising but the owners. It was at conference in Manchester that Tony Ben told the audience that they would have to do it themselves, they failed, it was no surprise when the broadcast and printed media ignored the movement as did the political parties. The trade unions must have been asleep to have ignored the offered protection. (the Lib dems gave some tepid support) The fact is that C88 did not appeal to the person in the street, they did not highlight any specific cases and of course they were infiltrated, maybe there were too many academics and not enough street fighters. The thief is still within our genes, it was only yesteryear that we were pirates, smugglers, rustlers and poachers, and in the towns pickpockets and burglars. Those who did not practise those habits had enough wealth to be ‘respectable’. It can be argued that the law breakers were justified during those times. Most of my life I have been friendly with a few Gypsys and yes we all know the scams some of them get up to, they enjoy a pint and a pound in their pocket, they are quite human in that respect. Should one of my friends give me his/her sworn word on a matter I know that I could put great store in that, would not it be great if we could say that about politicians, lawyers, journalists and so called business tycoons. Roll on evolution, we may yet see the day when money making takes second place to some sort of morality. Page 7 In order to get a better grip on these papers I made a model ! A man opened his door one day to a policeman who was enquiring in to a house break in that had happened some eleven months ago. There were three ways our man can go to work, routes he could take. A,B, and C. Routes, A and B were used about the same depending if he needed a shop. Route C was never used although he knew the road. It was with some surprise that our man finds himself in court facing burglary charges. There was an ’expert’ in the witness box who the court were told was some sort of ‘government chemist’, he explained that tyre patterns found at the scene were similar to the defendants car. Of course such tyres are sold in volume, apart from that there was eleven months wear and tear. When asked further, he then told the jury (not the court but by written report) that when asked to drive to his place of work, he chose route C (the route he never took), but the jury were not told that this route was requested. The jury must have wondered why! The expert seemed quite definite. The jury looking at the illustrated charts and reading his written report it is no wonder disguise was suspected. The disguise was not of our man’s making but the deception of the ‘expert’. Government sponsored with tax payers money! Democracy at work? Page 8 This document and the following documents presented to the jury, not to the court, has to be in question. The first question is ‘was the defendant asked to furnish her examples in a certain way’ page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 None of what has been read proves Vals innocence, but I was under the impression that guilt has to be shown. Motive is relevant. Val and I shared one cheque book, I do not ever remember us arguing over money and if she needed £90 that she did not want me to know about she could have gone to family or friends with confidence. If motive was involved, I can not imagine what it was. Opportunity (if she had it) would be another factor (the I.B. were correct in questioning Val initially ) The proper owner of the pension book was a housebound lady who lived a few miles from Narberth, her brother or sister (with whom she lived) would act as her agent. There was no evidence that they ever saw the pension book. The book may have arrived at Narberth P.O. and after so many weeks been returned to where it was sent from (no records were required by the postmaster) Val may have had the opportunity if the book ever got to Narberth. Another fact is that nearly a year had passed before the forgery was discovered, it usually is the case that if a good fiddle has been found, it is repeated at some stage. That did not happen. I just could not believe that Val had just once been tempted, what for? The Sec. to the police commission a Mr. Irving denied any wrong doing by the expert claiming that the expert may have genuinely thought it was Mrs. Price’when there was no possible way that anybody else could be responsible. There was no science involved. The C.P.S. and police were not involved in Vals prosecution, they were only involved in the cover up after the fact. I made a few appearances in magistrates court to highlight the case, after deliberately breaking some minor traffic law, the court were not concerned that those supposedly protected by the crown should be immune from trying to pervert the course of justice. My parking for too long was more important. I told the court there was more integrity in one of my turds than the court. They did not like it (being a stuffy lot) so sent me to jail for a few days, it was not that they knew no apology would be made it was just the crach ach showing their muscles. Some time after all this I made contact with Dr. Zakaria Erainglioglu (known as Dr. Zac) who was an entomologist whose services were called upon by the home office. Dr. Zac was of similar mind to Dr. Wilson Harrison, that establishment influence was corrupting justice, Vals case was to be highlighted in a book he was in the middle of writing, unfortunately he died before publication. My local A.M, Angela Burns had a go at my case but only managed to produce the same blatant denial from the official sources. To be fair to the lady she was not aware of the full story. Simon Hart my local M.P. has just been promoted to Welsh Sec. I have not approached him because I know it would be futile, Mr. Hart, a career politician will not advance his status with the institutions if he is not loyal, this ‘omerta’ is essential for promotion. At the risk of being accused of anti Semitism (like the vicious campaign against Corbyn) the P.O. solicitors were Saul Rothstein and co. The whole case was just a bit of shyster engineering and my observation is that they have an influence within our unwritten constitution that is not justified. That element of human nature called xenophobia drove ‘brexit’ to win the day and the British subject is not even a citizen in this country. The separation of powers is just that, some have powers that we, the pleb, know nothing about! Our two girls grew up tolerating two arguing, often drunk parents, that was not the best environment to start their lives. One aspect I am sure about, whenever they witnessed injustice wherever on the planet, they would stand up against it (they know what chware teg means) so maybe we were not the most useless of parents. Jimmy Price P.S. Do not let government totally control social media!