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To recap: April 1st 2009 I attend the G20 anti-capitalist protest in London’s Square mile financial district. I’m there to obtain photos from the day which I will add to my photoslondon.com website. I have no ties to anything political and am NOT an activist - not that there’s anything wrong with either. A proportion of the attendees, a mix of protestors, Press, bloggers, very possibly tourists caught up accidentally in this and myself are Kettled by the Police and herded like sheep to the Bank area of the city. We’re in/outprisoned for hours as a sunny afternoon turns to a chillier evening. Many hours later we are allowed to leave via a ‘corridor’ of two lines of police. As I pass through I’m told to remove my woolly hat. I suspect the request was for cameras to get a better close up look at me. London’s Square Mile is choc full of cameras being one of the world’s most successful finance trading centres. Did my day and evening photographing all and sundry at the G20 demo lead to my being secretly placed on one or more Police databases? Did it also lead to my receiving some extra scrutiny of my private life (the Profiling stage) and from there someone gave the green light to commence the illegal extra judicial programme that is Organised stalking and harassment?

 A new tenant moves into the flat below sometime after my G20 protest attendance. I was told by the neighbour that did live opposite our flat that he is originally from Eritrea. He speaks very good English and is probably in his early to mid 20s. He may be the main tenant but often has two, three, four and more male visitors of a similar age group stay, often overnight...... help for the harassment perhaps? I and my brother had lived in this block (our previous address which was 58 Bath Close, Asylum Road, London SE15 2JP) of six one bedroom flats for over twenty years without ever experiencing the phenomenon of a so-called neighbour from hell. We soon did as noise began almost from the day he moved in. Thumping on walls, banging on the ceiling and sequential hard slamming of doors became a daily and nightly ritual. This was extraordinary. Why would someone reign a manic campaign of noise daily? Polite requests to please stop the banging and slamming, especially at night were agreed to for a nano second before resuming in full force. I contacted the local council and frankly their help was non-existent. I soon realised because of when and where the noise was carried out at times that it was targeted at me though my brother who I am the primary carer and who is a joint tenant with me also had to endure this. Thankfully some of the meds he takes for his condition act as knock out drops so he managed to get some decent sleep while I was being woken deliberately throughout the night and early morning. Sleeping in other areas of the flat did not affect the tenant’s uncanny ability to find me and so target my sleep with ‘hits’ under where I lay until I woke up. Similarly when I was moving around the flat I’d hear much the same directly under where I was. This was weird and seemed almost supernatural. You must understand I didn’t learn about Organised Stalking and harassment until around late 2012 so had no way of explaining any of this.

GANGSTALKING IS A SPRAWLING SICKNESS PERMEATING THE FABRIC OF OUR SOCIETY. IT SPANS CONTINENTS AND COUNTRIES, STATES AND REGIONS, TOWNS AND CITIES. IT IS SANCTIONED AT THE HIGEST LEVELS, ORCHESTRATED BY SOME WHO HAVE BEEN ENTRUSTED WITH THE RESPONSIBILITY TO PROTECT US AND PERPETRATED BY INDIVIDUALS WHO ARE SADLY TOO IGNORANT TO REALISE THEY ARE ATTACKING THEMSELVES     (A.D Ross)

 One night and after the latest deliberate act of interfering with my sleep I typed an email and sent it to the Director of Southwark Housing. I'd endured approximately three years of noise harassment, sleep deprivation and weirdness and I'd had enough. I’ve done many stupid things in my wasted life and will continue to do so and that email was another to add to that very long list of stupidity. The contents of that electronic mail led to my receiving an early morning visit from two cops. My brother had gone out, probably to a Boot sale and not locked the flat door so they had entered and found me sleeping on the balcony - something I was doing regularly in the current flat (11 Dayak Court, 37 Brayards Road, London SE15 3RF) too until very recently (January 2017). They were here to take me to Maudsley Hospital in Camberwell to have my sanity assessed :) Before entering the secure unit I was frisked by one of the cops I assume to find if I had any sharp objects on me. I didn't. Two young female staff were by the solid door about twenty metres away and appeared to be grinning and making comments about me (nothing new there) though later once inside and taking my blood etc and on saying goodbye hours later one that was still working close by did appear to be more professional and considerate so perhaps she'd read my email and maybe felt a little sorry for me. I believe all the staff had access to that email. Uzi, rocket propelled grenade launcher and dirty bomb in hand - but no sharp objects - I was led into one large room behind this outer secure door which would be my prison throughout the day. The staff were within viewing and listening distance in the same room but behind a clear screen. Hours snailed by because there was no tv or radio. Eventually I got interviewed by a selection of people. At some point it wasn’t looking good as one of the Shrinks thought a stay would be beneficial or necessary. In hindsight a stay would probably have helped as I would likely get some much needed restorative sleep, something lacking back in the flat or torture chambers No1 as I saw them. The final decision made by the mind people was that I could go home and that I wasn’t in need of sectioning. The Police drove me home. They and in particular the Maudsley staff were very good, kind and sympathetic. Close shave over I now had to try to deal with the demons below and not in my head because I don't have any.

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