Evening!x(COME ON CITY!!!)
My Ex Police Sgt friend T** asked the following...
"If I Google your name, several stories appear but the cigarette smuggling, unlicensed limousines, and your defending of Prince Charles are ones that feature prominently! May I ask, why did you smuggle the cigarettes? Was it really to help Cambridge United? Secondly, why not license your limousines? Considering the success of that business it seemed a no-brainer to be unlicensed? Lastly, why the hell did you go to prison for 2 weeks in 2018? I was told you insisted on going down! You had a new baby and were doing good, so why? I am prepared for answers that are off-planet, perhaps that's why I'm asking! Retirement can be boring!"
"May I ask, why did you smuggle the cigarettes? Was it really to help Cambridge United?"T**...incredibly....all 3 stories stand alone...yet have a connection spanning nearly 50 years!!
In 1974/5 I was an unhappy 13 year old kid newly arrived in Cambridge from Grimsby. I had lived in my previous house/school for 2 years...longest 'roots' i'd put down and didn't want to leave Grimsby! But...thanx to Snowy (RIP)...who made me happy when I was planning a runner...I stayed! I wanted to be a Doctor or go in the RAF...so joined the Air Cadets in '74. I was also going to football matches with my mates...1st ground I went to was Milton Road...to watch It's A Knockout...Easter '74! The same function that eventually nailed Stuart Hall as the victim was able to prove she...and he...was at that function...she was on the telly with him!! When my new 'brothers' asked if I wanted to go to a match....I thought we were going back there...but ended up at The Abbey!! My experience at Grimsby watching the ground build up from mid day as my mates Mam and Dad ran the T bar under the Pontoon...meant I became happy at this new ground....seeing it all happen around me.....a new 'sanctuary'!
Passing the legacy of Snowy MBE onto my baby gurl!x
Within 9 months the marriage that brought us to Cambridge...ended. My Mam got a job running the last 'legal' Massage Parlour in Cambridge on Mill Road...frequented by prominant...respectable...local business men...Solicitors... Judges/Magistrates...Policemen... school teachers/ headmasters and because I used to get the house keys from me Mam on the way home from school...I heard all the 'chat' as the girls talked in the ciggy room. Folk who all of Cambridge knew as 'decent' people were being discussed....beating girls up as part of sexual satisfaction. I knew who they were. Same sh*t everyday...and i'd had enuff...wanted to just get on.
However...I ended up in front of a Chief Constable as i'd been extra boisterous at the match. I recognised him. Whilst we was waiting for my Mam to arrive as i was under aged...he began 'lecturing' me about this and that. I had no respect for his words...and cut him off with...'but its alright for you to beat the girls up at Mill Rd?" Errr...yeah! He began swearing at me....stood up to intimidate and began threatening me as my Mam arrived....with Tojo...theeee Copper none of us Hooli's wanted to have in our lives haha!x I told Mam what i'd said...she said i shouldn't have said anything...she assured him that was the last of it.
But it weren't. A week later...i'm at Air Cadets staying late...decided to knuckle down...was focusing on the RAF to get away from the sh*te of life i was living in. I began to ride my bike back home...but was stopped by a street Bobby on Mill Rd. He said...'now then chocolate drop....you shouldn't be riding without any lights on the path should you?" I explained myself...apologised...yet he said...."youre getting a ticket for riding a bike with no lights on the pavement'...and added...'and you should watch your mouth when listening to your superiors in future or fu** off back to your own Country!" 6 weeks later I was in Juvenile Court fined for the offence. I then was told by my Squadron Leader that my application to Cranwell for Officer training...was over...due to the conviction. In essence....the violent sex pervert in uniform...and his 'mate' the racist...had ruined my future. Riding a bike with no lights....wasn't a fair cop....I felt. Time for war.
I became 'rowdy' at school...fighting...then began taking it to matches. My 'home' became the Abbey....my 'family' were my 20 mates whom stood...fought side by side...wherever we went. My kinda folk...I felt. It wasn't long before I was planning the 'taking' of other grounds!!! I spent every weekend travelling with the regular 50 that travelled with the U's mid 70's. We had fights wherever we went. It was expected by oppo fans and the Police...it was the culture we all subscribed too. But it had rules. The Police...were 'ultimate'. I fought them around the back of stands... Lincoln... Chesterfield... Peterborough...they'd take their coat off and we'd have it whilst look outs watched. Standard. I was picked out for attention as I lead the singing! I won 2 and got away....hit them whilst their arms were half way up the sleeves as they tried to take their jackets off!!!! Made sense to me!! The 3rd I lost...1 punch to the head...2 kicks to my legs whilst on the floor...and I got my shoes back!x Couldn't run anywhere haha!!x
By the summer of '77...with no hope or future I felt...I had my 'family' at football and through becoming a leader among them ensured I'd been either 'nicked'...or ejected from the Abbey/away games in the 76/77 season 35 times...! An Inspector back then...super guy Ian Negus(EDIT...NOT IAN NEGUS..but Harry Gelsthorpe!!)...called my Mam in and me to have a 'chat'. My Mam knew him as did I. My Mam said...'there's no point in keep arresting him Harry...give him a slap...he relates to that!!" Thanx Mam!!! Stood behind me was Tojo...he began chuckling as it was him dishing the punishment out in any event!!! I promised to be good....Tojo's slaps hurt!!
The following week although i'd been warned not to go up into the rafters by Tojo....I did it!! After the match...I scrambled down the metal posts....lads hid me in a bundle...and I escaped! 2 hours later....whilst buying a bag of chips on East Rd...Tojo pulled up outside of the chip shop..."Now then Michael...!" he said with a huuuge self satisfying grin in adding a couple of cuffs around the head to our portfolio in which my Mam had an interest!!! In panic...fear....I threw my chips at him and ran past!!!! I turned left...then left again....then right and first left...then saw a door....ran into it...stairs...ran up....then Tojo bellowed from the bottom of the stairs......"GET HIMMMMM!!!" I got to the top....looked around...3 black mariahs...Police vans...were emptying of their passengers....20 Policemen....i'd run into the Parkside Police Station car park.....! Yes Tojo dragged me by the leg down every concrete step heading for the cells...screaming at me about tomato sauce all over his uniform....hahaha!!!x I can still see it now dripping off his head as i bumped each step....happy days!x
Needless to say my Mam was making her way to the usual meeting as i was still only 15! However...I asked to speak to Harry Gelsthorpe. I had been sitting in my cell contemplating life....not wanting to cause trouble for Tojo...I liked him. But was upset at 'the Force' for what it had done to me. I told Harry everything. He believed me. I said I wanted 'out' from the lifestyle I had at home...and at the Abbey. He promised to help. With that...my Headmistress at Netherhall...Mrs Barrett...wonderful Lady...Magistrate too...called me in. I told her everything...massage parlour...Police hassle....and that I wanted a fresh start. She believed me. Within a month...I signed a 'voluntary' care order to go into a kids home...and get on with my education and future...whatever it held. She...Harry...Tojo and Ron Atkinson had all helped. Ron spoke up for me as he knew me as the lead singer. I was his 'monkey in the rafters' as we went for promotion...'together'...and I was happy with that!!! Definitely mischievous!! He said i was a good lad and meant well. It was true...and why we are still friends to this day...despite his unfortunate old school fopar...X I call meself 'coloured' when describing myself...yet i've been told i'm racist in using it...wtf?!!!x PCness can be confusing!!x
I arrived eventually at Kneesworth House near Royston in Herts.
Kneesworth House was a 'project' set up by folk from Bletchley Park after the 2nd WW. Originally funded by...Ian Fleming!! In the 50's...the cream of 'troubled' children in kids homes nationwide who had above average intelligence...were placed in Kneesworth House. They were the 1st 'guinea pigs' for the Education Dept to help develop the National curriculum!! By the time I got there in '77 under a voluntary care order aged 15...we were doing '0' levels in....6 weeks! Intensive learning using accelerated techniques...I lapped it up!!! We were still the guinea pigs for the Education Dept. We'd do say a history O level on the first world war....sit the exam...then start again with the American Civil war....and sit the exam. Every 6 weeks another exam! Same for English...Geography...each subject....it would change the emphasis but we would cover it in 6 weeks and take the exam!! The education Dept looked at the results and then perhaps 5 years later that course would be installed Nationally in which all the state schools would do that WW1 History course...over 2 years!! I left with 37 'O' levels/qualifications.....in 18 months!!! Some were A levels and others were called RSA 1 and 2 papers....a term that didn't enter the Education system until 8 years later!! Some lads had been there since aged 11....they had over 100 'O' levels yet had another year to go when I left!!!
Kneesworth has featured in my life ever since...happy times back then...but for some sad reasons over the past 20 years. Whilst I was there...37 of my 'brothers'...had been abused...sexually and or physically.......and i never knew...or heard a thing. 20 years later...I found out. Ultimately it drove me to confront several Local Authority's and Police Forces who were covering up historic abuse to protect individuals within the 'establishment' and high powered positions...including Magistrates judging you and I in Cambridge!! It was pre Saville...and the PCness hadn't come about yet regarding abuse. Us 'whistleblowers' were the scurge of the State...of insurance firms underwriting local authoritys compensation claims...until Jim fixed it and put all those on the back foot....supporting...the victims. Yeah....overnight folk who were protecting abusers....had to show support for the likes of me. It was great. But as that 'respect' wasn't in place at the time I blackmailed Central Govt threatening to expose names of historic 'Political Gods' who partook in said abuse and 'others' to ensure £4 million in compensation for over 400 victims of abuse in care homes throughout Cambs during the 70's/80's got paid. All done through guilt for not being there for my Brothers 20 years earlier. I showed up when it counted. But that...is another book....which they'd never let me print...hehe!x I agreed not too anyway. I already had 'Country' at the fore front of my heart...and that needed serving first...yes at the expense of victims of abuse. As I say...there is always a bigger truth.....sadly. The abusers...are ALL dead......now. My unlicensed limousines story...is connected to this 'battle'. More later.
In 2003 I offered my services free of charge to Andrew Grove and Co as a research investigator. Andrews practice had been on the case for 6 years...back and forth dealing with prevarication from Cambs County Council...Cambs Police and was getting nowhere. I interviewed/spoke with over 200 'victims' all my age...and knew many of them socially...with more than 30 U's fans among them. I was motivated. Within 3 months...I had the 'system' all running for cover as I began 'outing' Magistrates...folk on Police Boards...Heads of Depts at Cambs County Council...naming and shaming them for covering up the abusers and abuse suffered by 100's. 6 months in...I had them on a noose....and opened the trap door with pleasure. Unfortunately...I had suffered collateral.....unlicensed limousines/fines for non compliance of HARRASSMENT!!!x More later!
Whilst my football life had calmed down upon going into care...i'd stopped going...my home life was still eratic and me and Mam were having problems when i had home visits every other weekend from Kneesworth. As a consequence i had a fight in a disco one night with a 'customer' of my Mams...which evolved over several weeks to me and 21 others of my 'hooli' mates going over to Buntingford to 'sort it out'. We arrived to 150+ 'men' up for it according to the Police who were waiting for it to happen hidden down the backstreets of Buntingford!!!...DOH! Eventually we were charged with Unlawful Assembly...offensive weapon and ABH...or similar. I knew I was going to go to Borstal....and only had 1 month to go before leaving Kneesworth! 6 months later I was sent down for those offences along with 21 others from Cambridge...aged 17. I was deemed the 'leader' so got the most severeist punishment out of us all. It was....my saviour. Technically we were all banned from ever visiting Buntingford again...so this pic was done covertly 40 years later!!x
What's it got to do with smuggling fags for Cambridge United???!!! Well....to be believed....you have to know the history...and endeavour...i've had with 'the club'...its people and ground. For me...as a kid from 13-17...I had nowhere else to go. It was my home...it was my 'family'......and i've never forgotten that.......whatever i've got up too.
I will carry on tomorrow with the 'journey' through the prison system where i ended up serving an extra 9 months....BY CHOICE!!!! I had to be kicked out...honest!!x Charlie Richardson...rival to the Kray twins...escaped prison as a result of me being 'chucked out'!!! As i've said...I ain't like the other 'villains'!
Meanwhile...here's some 'statements' that will feature in future posts!
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One other good thing that came out of all this was that I got to meet 7 'old boys' who attended Kneesworth in the 60's mainly....who were all recruited for...Mi5!!! I'd only known of 1 prior to that. Classic init... James...orphan...kids homes...no one caring about him. Standard...ripe for grooming...training...and supporting. Ian Fleming...investing in Kneesworth....was 'living the dream'...and script!""
Governments don't deal/negotiate with terrorists...is the rhetorical quote. But somebody has to. In the early 90's due to my financial success of the 80's it allowed me to be 'free' as to what I wanted to do...where...and with who. I realised I had developed a super aility to speak with anyone and end up as friends. In the UK...the IRA were killing folk in London. A "friend" asked if I could find a way to find out what they were unhappy with and ways forward. My friend had come into my life whilst I was in my last childrens home...Kneesworth House near Royston. Always smiling and friendly when he came to the home and spoke with all the boys...84 of us...yet none of us really knew what his role was! I assumed he was regional 'management' in the Social Services or Education Dept! No...15 years later I discover he was a recruiter for Mi5!!"
Back with the next 'chapter' tomorrow!
LUV
SOOTY
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Boris.......you don't know if you have anymore fines coming??? You need better contacts Bruv. As I keep saying...sort out a new leader...as once they are released....there will be....