(first rough draft)
FYI. Between Feb. 2007 & Dec. 2008 whilst in transit to BTs (nick)Griffin Ln. TEC in my BT vehicle along the A41 & the A4157, on occasions too numerous to mention, I observed a BT employee wearing a fish tail Parker overcoat and a white, red and black crash helmet riding a green Lambretta scooter... (very similar to the Lambretta scooter I am to purchase in the not too distant future) ...in transit to his home off the A418 at various times of the afternoon ranging from 14:30 hrs p.m. to 16:00 hrs. After Dec. 2008 I never observed the practice of the BT Group Aylesbury PEU operatives 'flexitime' (sic) flexible working hours formal dispensation being any longer 'practiced' by the green Lambretta scooter owner BT employee in question. A 17:10 going home time was the practice I observed post Dec. 2008. Don't ask me what became of the start early - earlier than 7:30 in the middle of winter please note - finish early, bullshit that was entered, wholly contemptuously of the law, entered into evidence under oath as a matters of fact by a Crown witness, against me in a court of law on numerous occasions, by a current BT employee and ex CWU CCC member. Desperate, sad, cowardly racist arseholes will commit perjury when necessary and make use BT Group, behind BT Group's back in a court of law to do so, when it suits that desparate, frightened arsehole's purpose.
Enjoy :)
Dec.2008.
I had assisted paul farmer and perte cairnie on a TPON cab on site on the Fairford Leys estate and then from New St. exchange. Once completed I had a cup of tea with richard spanswick in the exchange then drove back to BTs (nick)Griffin Ln. TEC.
Signaled left to turn into the yard and came across phillip jarret BT PEU operative leaving the TEC in a silver coloured private vehicle, his own car presumably. The time was approx. 2.40 p.m.
I allowed that vehicle to exit (waved at the occupant as he looked at me, he did not wave back as he turn right) before I entered the yard. I parked up opposite the stores hub and exited the BT vehicle. About to make my way to the upstairs office used by the BT operatives when I remembered I had to do something about my faulty vehicle key fob. I turned and walked around towards the MTW garage, some fifty plus metres. I was about to open the outer door and my attention was caught by a sudden movement from over my left shoulder.
FYI. Everybody will know that feeling, that sensation of that sudden movement caught out of the corner of your eye. It just happens, does it not, at the most unexpected of times. We've all been there. Anyway that is what happened to me. Minding my own business opening the outer door of a BT building and...
When I turned my head fully I saw the body of a fish tail Parker overcoat, an arm of that fish tail Parker overcoat clutching a red white and black crash helmet, disappearing at some speed between two parked vehicles. This movement was followed by a thud sound as in an object coming into sudden violent and unwanted contact with another object.
I let go of the door handle moved to my left and approached the two transits vehicles I had, a second before, observe swallow a fish tail parker over coat and a crash helmet. From the side I approached the vehicle emerged a BT employee known to me. He was rubbing the back of one hand as he moved toward me in the direction of the large access sliding doors of the garage work shop.
That BT operative was also wearing an expression on his boat race which I can only describe as desperately panicked, flustered and in a high state of agitation, showing the wearer to be in some concealed pain. I understood this expression was meant to convey a grin (sic). That sick, gormless moron type grin (sic) had the effect of exposing the incongruous diastema affliction of the wearer of the stupid sick facial expression I was looking at. Looking at and thinking: what a sad twat, how far the once mighty seem to have fallen. Now reduced to sneaking around BT premises like a scavenging rodent, where once it was the case that ...I'm v'u main man in vis yard...(sic)
Yes, that's right. I observed all that! from first sighting the BT operative in question to him walking past me after abandoning his emergency hiding place. (p.s. Bored? Don't be. Just bear in mind the title of the post and you'll be fine.)
I speak to him. I say: you alright _____? The aforementioned facial expression was simply intensified in answer accompanied by what I can only describe as a verbal grunt. I presumed the speaker meant that yes he was alright and did not require any help or assistance from me. At no point did I observe the person once look at me and/or make eye contact with me. Continuing to look at the BT operative I turned back toward the MTW reception door as saw the person walk up to the large sliding garage doors peer through the small perspect sight window and then retrace his steps back to the scene of the crime sorry I mean the scene of the accident...
- You know? the place where he smashed the back of the hand carrying his crash helmet as he darted, like a startled and shit scared rodent, between two parked vehicles simply to avoid me seeing him. Having once registered that he had come across me totally unexpectedly and that he had seen me, whereas I had not as yet registered the presence of another person. Unti that is I had happen to catch that sudden movement out of the corner of my eye (you remember, this I told you about at the start of this sad as fucking pig-shit tale of woe of the pathetic avoidance of somebody who passes himself off as a man! Somebody my Barrister made look very small in court yesterday)
-Yeah back he went around the corner and back toward the entrance to the signing on room. The time was approx. 2.45 p.m.
And there I thinking he was all dressed up to go home, following his mate whom I had only moments before witness drive out of the TEC in his own vehicle.
I continued into the MTW, emerged a couple of minutes later and went up to the office. Chris Owen was in there. Laughing like a drain I described to Chris the bizarre and strange conduct I had witnessed outside the garage. Chris thought it highly amusing ...fucking hell, serves the cunt right, fucking good. I concurred. Chris, bless him, had other things on his mind, other things he wanted to talk about, and we did. Specifically? Chris expressed how very underwhelmed (and that's putting it mildly) he was, wholly justifiably in my humble opinion, at the totally stitched up (sic) like the proverbial... outcome of BT line manager's investigation into the-hilarious-debalce-that-was-... :) I in turn asked Chris ..what the fuck is surprising about that Chris. What do ya want, for BT to be prober and honest? ...fuck off Chris, you know the score, we all do. Keep it hidden, keep it minimal, don't make problems for ourselves and all the rest of the shit Chris.
The good Mr Own and I continued to discuss the pointless manager friend investigating his manager friend mate and HRBP (some)hypocrites, chipping in with ...yeah do it this way, do it that way.. and remember, fuck the weak, give them a good kicking and defend your mates and keep the damage to BT to the absolute minimum... BT&HRBP workplace disciplinary investigation bullshit. It's just that the Beaconsfield exchange shit pile could not be prevented from stinking to high heaven, even the BT investigating manager getting a bit shitty in the process. But as Chris and I agreed, it was the B2 jointers who got shat on, as line managers and their line manager assistant buddies used the B2 BT operatives as you and I would use Andrex moist toilet wipes.
Following my amicable and very enjoyable discussion with Chris (a man who you cannot meet and not like!) and I being concerned that a workplace accident, as in slip trip or fall, would go misreported and/or unreported and being an aspiring trade union health & safety rep. I conscientiously and politely informed the BT line manager of the fish tail parker over coat gymnast BT operative, of the circumstances surrounding any reported injury to the back of the hand of an indentified BT operative, should in fact not be treated as an accident occurring during the course of carrying out BT business. I paid my own line manager the same courtesy.
Now I bet my bottom dollar you the reader are laughing your nuts off at the hilarity of the incident just described. No? Thought not. Nor am I. The incident described in not belly-hugging funny in any way. Certainly not.
What it is is sad. Sad and so so utterly pathetic that a grown man, a white man, an unskilled, uneducated, ignorant white man, should act should react in that manner toward the sight of a black man he previously was frequently happy to referr to as ...his kaffa (sic) ...his monkey in the bucket (sic) [when he was not transporting his own and other people's children in that same Hoist 5A(cherry picker) bucker that is] ...his jungle bunny ...his gunga etc.
Sad and fucking pathetic. As pathetic as running away from a CPS prosecution brought against a black man on your behalf 11/7/13 and as disgustingly pathetic as hiding behind a sight blocking screen some two metres from me and mumbling untrue, false and invented perjurious "evidence" under oath to four white men, one of whom was a Crown court judge and the three white women, one of whom Justices Clerk, who were the only people in a public court of law who could see you face to face.
Now, again be honest, wasn't that a funny thing?
I agree, no it is not!
...HERE'S THE FUNNY THING...
I agree, no it is not!
...HERE'S THE FUNNY THING...
The incident, which has been described totally accurately, precisely and concisely, and the part I played in that incident, forms a part of the evidence a Crown Court Appeal Judge accepted as evidence which has veracity and which meets the criminal threshold of a course of conduct amounting to the criminal harassment of a person. That is correct, the above described incident is Crown evidence given under oath, accompanied by a lengthy description of none existent BT flexy time working for 07:30-17:10 PEU Aylesbury operatives that were, apparently in place in Dec. 2008 - of course this is totally invented, made up, fabrication perjury, but stated to the court by the Crown witness from behind a screen, as though it were a matter of fact. The court and its legally qualified occupants being, understandably, totally ignorant of the factual/accutal working hours of BT employees in general and ignorant of this specific/particular BT operative the Crown's witness working hours in Dec. 2008. It was my feeling that the Crown Court Judge hearing the appeal gave merit and weight to all the perjurious tripe sorry I mean to all the Crown evidence he heard entered into evidence under oath by the Crown's star witness, the above included.
Yes, I am now a convicted criminal, sentenced and costs and compensation fines awarded against me as a result of a completely mendacious individual who was afforded the opportunity by the State's prosecuting authority to commit perjury in a public court of law from behind a sight blocking screen with such evidence as I have described above - and there is plenty more where that shit came from believe you me, and you will in time read it. That so called 'evidence' used to convict me is now a part of the public record, as am I and as is the Crown's witness, the person responsible for submitting that 'evidence' (sic) upon which my conviction is based. Totally baseless evidence wholly without merit, accepted by the CPS and by the courts (God help us) as amounting to credible evidence of a criminal course of conduct.
Still think it's funny? Still laughing?
Still think it's funny? Still laughing?
In short it is being stated against me as Crown evidence: ...he reported me for going home early, when I wasn't and that's harassing me, and not only that but he done v'is v'at an v'e uvver and then he... (2Bcontd... you can be certain of that!)
NOW IS THAT NOT A FUNNY THING !
Can't ya hear me laughing? That's because, like your good self, I'm NOT.
I'm a lot of things, I'm feeling a lot of things. But laughing ...uh uh.
Here's a funny thing...
2Bcontd...
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