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Catherine De Bolle Europol Director

A woman named Catherine De Bolle is the current director of Europol.

For the last 16 years, wherever I travel in Europe, it appears that I have been pointed out to the police, border control officers, and security at whichever airport I arrive at, where they invariably abuse, mock, and try to intimidate me. The same thing happens then with police and security guards in the city or town I’m visiting, and even for many years members of the public, including restaurant staff and shop workers.

If I booked a flight to Frankfurt, Glasgow, or Istanbul for tomorrow, for example, no doubt the police and security staff there would be waiting to give me a sadistic ‘welcome’.

This is something I assume is only reserved for ISIS terrorist supsects, the worst type of gangsters, drug smugglers and such like. But even if somehow they had legitimate ‘suspicion’ of me being such a hardened criminal (which they certainly don’t), it’s not merely ‘observing’ a suspect. They have gone out of their way to gaslight and mock me in the knowledge that I’m a paranoid schizophrenic, and clearly in the knowledge of the extreme psychological suffering this would cause me, and has caused me over 16 years.

In other words, if what I have described above isn’t psychological torture as defined clearly by the UN Convention Against Torture (CAT), which has been ratified by every European country, then the definition has no meaning or application – which is nonsense.

Psychological torture is explicitly prohibited under the European Convention on Human Rights.

Note that Europol is the law enforcement arm of the European Union.

Most countries in Europe have set harsh penalties for those convicted of psychological torture, especially for public officials. For example, in the United Kingdom, a public official convicted of torture (including psychological torture) faces a lifetime prison sentence. This applies regardless of both nationality of the public official, and where the offence took place. In other words, if Europol have taken part in my torture, and Catherine De Boll is/was aware of it, then she faces a life-sentence upon conviction in the UK and many other countries, and likely in her own country too.

Bonn Police Cologne airport

I recently returned from 3 weeks in Germany.

I spent several days in Bonn, the birthplace of Beethoven, a town I actually came close to moving to 20 years ago.

It appears that I was pointed out to security guards. Every time I passed one large department store, the black security guard would appear to recognize me and begin smirking and then turn his back on me.

I flew back via Cologne/Bonn airport. As I entered the security hall, a fat Turkish-German female border police officer immediately looked wide-eyed at me, as though she had been expecting me. She then barked something at me, her face contorted in anger, and pointed to my left. A male colleague appeared to say something to her, as though telling her to calm down.
All the border officers and security officers appeared to very much recognize me.

What I have described above has been happening to me for the last 16 years, everywhere I go in Europe. At no point has a police officer, or anybody else, confirmed to me that it is happening. On the contrary, it has repeatedly been denied, often very aggressively. The experience at Bonn-Cologne airport was similar to that of dozens of airports I’ve travelled in over the last 16 years. At Gatwick airport, the moment I walk into security, the officers smirk, or laugh, and whisper “you’re welcome” as I walk past. This has happened countless times. I’ve walked into shops in Glasgow, Barelona, Frankfurt, and Kyiv, to name just a handful, and the security guard (and even often the shopworkers) not only immediately appears to recognize me, but either mocks me for ‘not liking to be looked at’, or gets very aggressive (and sometimes even spits on me), much like the Turkish woman above, as though they are very angry with me for some reason. I can only guess at this reason, based upon the ‘body language’, or ‘whispers’, or saliva ejected in my direction, of pigs or security guards such as at this airport, but my best guess is that they somehow think that I should be grateful for all this, even though they have spent 16 years ensuring that I don’t know whether any of it is happening, or if it’s just a delusion in my head, in the knowledge that I have been previously hosppitalized for paranoid schizophrenia.

I cannot get any help for this. No counselling. No legal advice. Not any word of sympathy or advice from any fellow human being. This is because nobody would believe me. It tears me apart 24 hours a day and has led to me developing chronic stress related illnesses. Every day is a battle to keep my sanity. And there is no point in looking forward to life, or trying to make friends or such, because what would be the point when this is all going on? But the psychopathic subhuman Turkish pig above is so angry, it appears, because I should somehow know that this is not only all happening, but I should know why it is happening, and be thankful for it.

Meanwhile, these psychopathic sadistic half-wits don’t even have the resources or the will to keep dangerous Islamists and the like under surveillance, and who then go on to mass murder German civilians, even when they’ve been tipped off about them.

Michael Schemke is apparently the police chief of the German city of Bonn.

Psychological torture is illegal in Germany, as in every other civilized First World country, and just like any other civilized country that has ratified the UN Convention Against Torture (CAT), or the European Charter of Fundamental Rights, particularly serious penalties are given to public officials – such as serving members of police – who commit the crime of psychological torture. In the UK it carries an automatic life prison sentence, no matter where in the world the offence took place, or the nationality of the perpertrator.
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Met Police Demons Tried To Access Sarah Everard’s Case Files

Seven Met police officers are facing gross misconduct charges after being caught trying to access files relating to the disappearance and murder of Sarah Everard, raped and murdered by Wayne Couzens – one of their colleagues.

Given that the typical Met Police officer is a depraved psychopath, and that several years ago two Met officers were imprisoned for sharing photos they illegally took of the bodies of two young women murdered in a London park (women who the two pigs referred to as ‘murdered birds’), with forty-two colleagues in a WhatsApp group, we can guess what kind of ‘files’ they were hoping to look at.

Andreas Holzer Austrian Police

I recently spent a week in Salzburg and Innsbruck. In both places I appear to have been pointed out to security guards at the train station, as well as at shopping centers.

In Salzburg, in one shopping center next to the train station, two security guards openly laughed at me and said something as they passed. Upon walking into a shopping center in Innsbruck for the first time, the security guard immediately laughed while looking at me, as though he had been expecting me.

In Innsbruck, I was sitting in the main square on my first day, and a male and female police officer were standing viewing me suspiciously. A migrant male walked past me and glared at me, so I glared at him back. The male police officer reacted as though I’d just punched the migrant. A couple of minutes later, they walked past me to their police car, and the female pig looked back at me suspiciously and said something to her colleague.

I was annoyed because I have promised myself that from now on, in such situations, I will challenge the police officers as to why they are acting in such a way, apparently ‘recognizing me’. However, I was unable to do so on this trip, or in the following week I spent in Germany.

At Innsbruck train station the next day, two police officers saw me and one of them looked at me wide-eyed. I did intend to challenge him calmly as to whether there was a problem, but both immediately walked away when I approached them.

Obviously, this was distressing as I had visited such a beautiful place in order to relax and find some solace. But, in 16 years of this sadistic torture of myself, a paranoid schizophrenic, the bestial psychopaths have not allowed me any kind of rest, or escape.

On previous visits to Austria, the police have been amongst the most sadistic I’ve encountred, along with the security guards they point me out to.

According to ChatGPT, the police chief of Austria is a man named Andreas Holzer.

According to ChatGPT, psychological torture is illegal in Austria.

Psychological torture is indeed illegal in Austria. This prohibition is covered under Austria’s implementation of the United Nations Convention against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment (UNCAT), which Austria has ratified. The European Convention on Human Rights, which has constitutional status in Austria, also enshrines the prohibition of torture, including psychological torture, providing it the highest level of legal protection in the country (Wikipedia) (OHCHR).

Specifically, the Austrian Criminal Code explicitly prohibits torture by public officials. This includes any act causing severe physical or mental suffering (OHCHR). The severity of the crime increases if committed by a public official, such as a member of the police, due to their position of authority and trust (Wikipedia).

In practice, Austria has established various measures to prevent torture, including oversight mechanisms and training for law enforcement officers on human rights and the prohibition of torture (OHCHR).

In addition, Andreas Holzer could face extradition to the UK and other European countries to face an automatic life prison sentence.

According to ChatGPT, the head of Europol, which presumably has had and continues to have a leading role in my torture over the last 16 years, is a woman named Catherine De Bolle.

Europol is the law enforcement agency of the European Union.

Torture is prohibited by both the European Convention on Human Rights, and the European Charter of Fundamental Rights.

The right in Article 4 is the right guaranteed by Article 3 of the ECHR, which has the same wording: “No one shall be subjected to torture or to inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment”. By virtue of Article 52(3) of the Charter, it therefore has the same meaning and the same scope as the ECHR Article.

**Update – Shortly after this post, the shocking news was revealed that teenage Islamists in Austria were close to committing what might have been the worst terrorist atrocity in modern European history, targetting hundreds of fans at a Taylor Swift concert. It was only stopped in the advanced stages, and apparently only because the FBI discovered intelligence of the plot, and alerted their Austrian colleagues.

These utter psychopathic, criminal, incompetent, and twisted police can keep a paranoid schizophrenic under such close observation for sixteen years, devote resources to inform security guards of my weekend visit in their cities, yet regularly reveal themselves to be unable to keep track of Islamists plotting mass slaughter.

My Mother’s Death And Possible Criminality By Hammersmith & Fulham Police

Its now been over 2 years since my mother died in agony of cancer at Chelsea and Westminister hospital. It’s been too painful to really ruminate on any connection between it and the 16 year long psychological torture inflicted upon myself by the Met Police. It was a devastating event for me, including the months leading up to it, which I had to cope with in the context of what the police continued to do to me, with no respite or humanity. Now it’s time to reflect on it here, while certain important and disturbing elements are still fresh in my memory.

(*update September 2024 – My brother was recently told his own cancer is terminal and has weeks or months to live. Obviously I am now concerned that the police may repeat their criminality. My brother is hoping to be moved to a rural hospice. For example, will the police psychopaths point me out to the local pub where myself and my brother hope to have some last time together? I also likely have the same genetic disease (currently being tested for it), which would mean I would like develop cancers myself soon and die within the next decade. In which case it’s more urgent than ever that legal proceedings against the police can be begun as soon as possible).

The first thing to be said is that the torture by the police really did impact my ability to enjoy and cherish my last years and months with my mother. Throughout this, she was the one person that gave me a reason to keep going and survive it. She was also completely oblivious to what I was going through, and entirely innocent of anything that the police could remotely have justification for in their vendetta against myself. I never once mentioned any of this to her in these 16 years. She did, however, obviously know that my life had been impacted by paranoid schizophrenia.

Reading back my posts such as /owain-richards-boots-fulham-broadway-waitrose-tss-security-a-rough-day-in-london/, from September 2021, when she was only months away from death, is utterly painful for me beyond words. I remember that day, coming back to her flat in an agitated state, and God bless her, she noticed but didn’t know why. And these were the last days I had with her before she became very ill again and had go into hospital to slowly die in agony from cancer of the oesophagus.

The second thing to say is that it did impact also my ability to care for my mother in those last months and years. A brother of mine was her primary carer, and she had NHS carers visiting her every day. She first contracted cancer in 2020, but after a course of chemotherapy she was given the all-clear. Her normal weight returned and she was back to being independent and active, despite being almost 90. My ability to visit her in both 2020 while she had cancer, and in 2021 was limited by the pandemic and lockdowns. In 2021, she developed a raspy voice and then her cancerous symtoms of feeling sick and not wanting to eat returned. She was not given any scans during this time. I bitterly regret not paying for a private MRI scan. I don’t think she could have coped with more chemo, but I still wonder how I couldn’t even consider that idea. Perhaps if I hadn’t been so stressed with what the police were doing to me, then I would have been able to. As I described in that post from September 2021, and will again below, the police most certainly did affect my ability to provide the proper care for my mother, by continuing point me out to security guards and staff at pharmacies in Fulham.

My mother developed her raspy voice shortly after being mistakenly being given TWO influenza jabs as well as an covid booster jab in TWO DAYs in a pharmacy in Fulham North End Road. She had had her influenza jab the day before, and visited this pharmacy to have her covid booster. She told me afterwards, and her elderly best friend who went with her confirmed this, that the pharmacist was VERY STRANGE AND RUDE with her immediately. She was given a jab without any consent form or information, and then her and her friend asked whether they had been given the Pfilzer or the Moderna booster. The pharmacist then told them that no, it had been an influenza jab. As I said, she had already had her influenza jab the day before. Nethertheless, the pharmacist then gave them both the Covid booster jab.

The day after that, my mother developed a very raspy voice, that over the course of the next few months was given various antibiotics and such for, to no avail.

Now bear in mind that, as I have described here over the years, Hammersmith and Fulham police had pointed me out to shops along the North End Road, as well as pharmacies, including Boots, with instructions to not only security guards, but staff to bully me, and to directly take part in the psychological torture of myself. All the while, of course, not allowing me to know whether they had done this, or I was just insane.

As I have described, in the Boots in the Fulham Broadway shopping center, where myself and my brother would collect my mother’s prescriptions for her medication when she had her first bout of cancer, the security guard would follow me around the store with arms folded, then smirk and walk away the moment I had left. Even the staff there clearly recognize me, and serve me very oddly, the same way I get served in other Boots stores, including Eastbourne and such. It would also mysteriously take days for prescriptions to arrive. Because of this, myself and my brother changed the pharmacy for her repeat prescriptions to the Superdrug in the North End Road. There too, I was served in a bizzarre manner by the pharmacists, who appeared to recognize me.

Now is it possible that the police informed the pharmacy where my mother had those two jabs that day, that she was visiting and that she was my mother, encouraging, inciting, or otherwise causing them to act rudely, and even to intentionally give her the wrong jab?

Throughout these 16 years, it’s been my duty to subject all these thoughts and beliefs to scrutiny and reflection. Even when I fell onto the tracks of a metro platform and became trapped betwen the platform and carriage, after being apparentely followed in a European city, and only saved by a passanger seconds from having my legs ripped off by the departing train, I’m reluctant to associate it with any wrongdoing by the police. But to be frank, there are clearly no limits as to what these psychopaths are capable of, as I describe in ‘What Kind of Sadists?‘. The only moral or legal limit they appear to have, is that they haven’t actually killed me, although they have clearly incited and encouraged hundreds of security guards and members of the public to the point where I could be.

There is also truly disturbing thing that happened a couple of weeks after my mothers death, which suggests there really are no limits to what the police could have done. This involved a member of staff at that Waitrose store in North End Road that I talked about in the ‘rough day in London’ post linked above. According to my mother’s friend, she was handed some flowers by the Waitrose line manager because she had noticed that her friend (my mother) had not been with her when she had shopped there (they often shopped together). I will discuss this again later.

Whether it was intentional or not, having two influenza jabs and a Covid booster in two days, definately took it’s toll on my mother, and made the weeks and months leading up to her death even more painful for her, and difficult for us, her family and friends. However, a couple of monnths after her death, I visited the pharmacy in question, recording discreetly with my smartphone, and asked for some medication for myself. Although the staff appeared a little rude, they gave no indication that they recognized me.

I will add more to this later, this is all I can cope with for one day.

What Kind Of Sadists?

What kind of depraved sadists point a paranoid schizophrenic out to shops, restaurants, train stations, airports, cafes, museums etc etc, in over a dozen different countries, incite or advise the security guards and even the staff of these places to mock, abuse, intimidate him, and in particular to mock him for ‘not liking to be looked at’, while never allowing him to know whether it’s really happening, or just another paranoid delusion he is suffering from? What kind of bestial psychopathic perverts do this, not just for 15 days, not just for 15 weeks, not even ‘just’ 15 months, but for FIFTEEN YEARS? With likely no intention of EVER stopping it until he finally loses his mind completely, or is driven into suicide? What kind of criminal, out-of-control, depraved monsters do this despite psychological torture by a member of the police being treated under the law as seriously as murder, and carrying an automatic life-term tariff? What kind of inhuman devils directly involve thousands of members of the public in this? What kind of bent psychopathic gangsters intimidate the victim into preventing him from seeking evidence for himself and others that he is not insane, and that they really are doing this, by doubling down on their torture when he attempts to record these things happening on his smartphone? What kind of sadistic monsters do this knowing the victim can never get even the slightest help, legal or psychiatric, because they know he will never be believed? What kind of medieval savages encourage the police forces to do exactly the same in at least 14 other European countries (including the Ukraine), thereby not only criminalizing those police, but normalizing the illegal and extra-judicial use of torture by the police in those countries? What kind of demons even invade the victim’s most personal and tragic moment of his life – the death of his mother – by sharing that information with some of those very same security guards?

The answer is of course, the Met Police. The Met Police that produced Wayne Couzens, that produced David Carrick, whose members appear in the headlines almost every day, on rape charges, sharing the photographs of ‘murdered birds’ on WhatsApp so their colleagues can jack off to them, and similar depraved shit, and who have been widely and justly condemned for being ‘rotten to the core’. Who the f*** else could it be?

Is Psychological Torture Illegal In The UK?

Is psychological torture illegal in the UK? Perhaps the reason I’ve been so unable to get any help in nearly 15 years is because, well, psychological torture isn’t illegal. The 1984 United Nations Convention Against Torture (CAT), ratified by the UK and every European country, expressly and clearly prohibits psychological torture. But perhaps, although ratified, the prohibition against psychological torture simply hasn’t been written into British laws on torture?

Psychological Torture By A Public Official Is Illegal And Carries A Life Term

According to Justice.org.uk :

In addition to the established common law provisions, section 134 Criminal Justice Act 1988 makes it an offence for any public official to ‘intentionally inflict severe pain or suffering on another in the performance … of his official duties’. This provision was introduced to honour the UK’s commitments under the 1984 UN Convention Against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment (the Torture Convention).

According to provision 1 of section 134 of the Criminal Justice Act 1988 :

A public official or person acting in an official capacity, whatever his nationality, commits the offence of torture if in the United Kingdom or elsewhere he intentionally inflicts severe pain or suffering on another in the performance or purported performance of his official duties.

Provision 3 makes it clear that this includes psychological torture.

(3)It is immaterial whether the pain or suffering is physical or mental and whether it is caused by an act or an omission.

Provision 6 states that the punishment for a public official who engages in torture, is life in prison.

A person who commits the offence of torture shall be liable on conviction on indictment to imprisonment for life.

https://www.legislation.gov.uk/ukpga/1988/33/section/134

For nearly 15 years the police in the UK have pointed me out, directly or indirectly, to hundreds of security guards. Not only security guards, but shop workers, bar staff, restaurant workers. They haven’t simply pointed me out to these hundreds or thousands of people with the message – ‘keep an eye on him’. They’ve advised, incited, or encouraged all those people to let me know that they are ‘watching me’, or rather, theatrically and sadistically that they are ‘not watching me’. For example, exaggeratedly looking up at the ceiling or past me when I walk into a store etc. And when I make complaints to the stores in question, this is always denied, often aggressively, or more often ignored (but my complaints are passed on and the next time I visit the store, the security guard/staff will be even more aggressive and abusive).

And presumably at their behest, their colleagues in 13 other European countries have done exactly the same thing. For nearly 15 years. And they are still doing it today, with no sign that they have any intention of ever stopping until I’ve lost my mind completely or am driven into suicide.

And they have done this in the knowledge that I’ve suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. Or more precisely, they’ve clearly done this because of the fact I’ve suffered from paranoid schizophrenia, and they know it will cause me extreme psychological distress and suffering.

What they have done – deliberately gaslighted me in 13 different countries for nearly 15 years – would be unambiguously psychological torture under any reasonable interpretation of provisions 1 and 3 of the 1988 Criminal Justice Act, if it had been done to a healthy person, let alone somebody such as myself, who has been previously diagnosed and hospitalized for paranoid schizophrenia.

The provision 1 of section 134 of the Criminal Justice Act 1988 makes clear that the nationality or the location of the public official is irrelevant. The UK police should be attempting to have the public officials in those 13 different European countries extradited to the UK to stand trial for the torture inflicted upon my person. Instead, the public officials (i.e. police and others) in those dozen or more countries were actually acting under the encouragement of the UK police.

Note that ‘misfeasance in a public office’ is also a criminal offence carrying a life term.

https://www.lawtonslaw.co.uk/resources/misfeasance-in-public-office/

Churchill Square Shopping Centre Brighton Mark Buchanan-Smith Aberdeen Standard Investments

For 15 years I’ve been abused, harassed, and gaslighted whenever visiting the Churchill Square Shopping Center in Brighton. The guards and ‘information officers’ there are particularly sadistic. Despite being ‘evidently’ pointed out to staff for the last 15 years, they have several times clearly and deliberately gaslighted me by explicitly denying that they know me or strongly indicating the same. I have made at least two complaints to their management and they did not reply once. In one of the complaints, I described how one of their creepy guards was making a point of staring at young girls in front of me, then theatrically looking at his watch, which clearly frightened a pair of girls he did it to of maybe 12 or 13 years of age. He appeared to be visibly sexually aroused at doing this. They did not reply to my complaint, and he was still working there the next time I visited months later. A middle-aged female guard/information officer (they appear to combine both roles) is equally sadistic, and several times made a point of standing in front of me, looking me up and down, and then walking away laughing. On one occasion she did this as I was sitting outside, actually running out of the center, standing briefly in front of me and looking at me, and then walking back into the center laughing.

Recently I spent a week in Brighton again, and visited the Churchill Square center a few times, mainly to use the toilet. ‘Evidently’ the psychopathic criminal sadists of the Sussex Police had informed them not only of my visit, but instructed them to be a bit more circumspect. Several of the guards though clearly were struggling with this, and after a couple of days would rattle their keys when I walked past, verbally abuse me, attempt to physically intimidate me, and in the case of the middle-aged female who still works there, make a point of standing facing me and theatrically looking to either side of herself.

Several points need to be made here.

The security guards and members of the public that the police, as well as their colleagues in over a dozen countries, have pointed me out to, are aware that what they are doing is torture. They know that I suffer from schizophrenia, and they know that the police are deliberately gaslighting me in order to cause immense psychological distress and pain, and they are invariably and absolutely 100% ok with this, and go along with it with complete sadistic gusto, because they have been given the green light by the police to do so. In other words, the police have not just been involving hundreds of security guards and members of the public indirectly in the extra-judicial torture of a mentally disabled person, but directly.
After fifteen years, the Met police, and in this case Sussex police under Jo Shiner, are still inciting security guards to physically threaten and intimidate me from persisting with my allegations of torture.
After fifteen years, the Met police, and in this case Sussex police, are still inciting security guards to be angry that I ‘can’t see’ that I should be somehow grateful to them for all of this, even though they are still, after fifteen years, gaslighting me into believing it’s all taking place inside of my head – a paranoid delusion.
The police themselves, although it appears ‘evident’ that they now understand what they have been doing for 15 years is illegal under the Criminal Justice Act of 1988, and carries a life sentence, still can’t admit the slightest wrong doing.

I made another complaint to the management via their online form, and again no reply. The Churchill Square Shopping Center manager is Mark Buchannan-Smith. It is owned by Aberdeen Standard Investments, Chairman Sir Douglas Flint CBE. Here is my latest complaint below :

Just to let you know your management will 100% face very serious legal problems at some point in the not-so-distant future. Your sadistic staff have abused, mocked, and gaslighted me for the last 15 years, knowing that I suffer from paranoid schizophrenia, and knowing that the police have been pointing me out to thousands of security guards and even non-security staff, who will then behave in the same way in dozens of shopping centers, supermarkets, and other public places not only in the UK, but also across Europe, giving me a higher priority than the most dangerous Islamic terrorists and the like. Over the last decade I’ve sent at least two complaints to your management and did not receive a reply in either case. Your staff and the police are fully aware what you are doing is illegal, and you persist in it because you are confident I will never be believed and consequently never be able to get any legal help (or counseling for that matter). I’m equally confident that this is going to change soon, and I have the strength and resources now to finally get some proper legal advice and assistance and have your management prosecuted for extreme psychological torture, which is a serious offence in the UK in the year 2023, whatever you’ve been advised by the corrupt and depraved Sussex police, and as far as individual members of the police are concerned such as Chief Constable Jo Shiner, carries a life-sentence under the Criminal Justice Act of 1988.

With regards to my recent stay in Brighton is concerned, although it was ‘evident’ that the staff had been instructed to be more circumspect than previously, and largely ignore me, the particularly sadistic middle-aged bespectacled female member of staff couldn’t resist stopping to face me whenever she saw me. Furthermore a bald stocky thug security guard was very intimidating towards me. After 15 years of this, you really do need to be putting a stop to this, and certainly not allow your staff to continue to threaten and intimidate a disabled member of the public who is making entirely valid complaints of illegal torture by your management and staff, because you truly don’t have many more chances.

Seven Disturbing Days In Worthing

During my recent trip to the UK, I spent a week in Worthing. I paid for an expensive apartment with a view of the sea. I was hoping to experience seven days of mindfullness, relaxing, and reflecting, another step in my physical and mental recovery, both from 15 years of being sadistically tortured by the Met police, and from witnessing my beloved elderly mother dying in agony from cancer last year.

But of course it didn’t happen. Instead, at times, I genuinely started to experience the absolutely distrubing sense, once again, that I must be living in some kind of literal hell.

I had visited Worthing before, over 3 years previously, for a few days, and my experiences then mirrored what I’ve encountered pretty much everywhere for 15 years, although a little more intensely. This was not long after I had also visited Hastings, and recorded and posted online a video I took with my smartphone of a Boots TSS security guard laughing at me behind my back, and clearly saying something to a female member of staff who also clearly laughed at me. Within a couple of weeks, the video was taken down from YouTube after a ‘privacy complaint’, presumably by Sussex Police under Giles Yorke and Jo Shiner. In the following weeks, it appears that the police, both in Sussex, London, and in Europe, used it as an excuse to ‘double down’ and punish and intimidate me from attempting to record further evidence that my allegations against them of torture were and are not a delusion, by pointing me out to staff in more cafes and shops. This certainly appears to be what happened at Worthing in early 2020, as in every cafe I visited there, especially the Cafe Nero close to the sea front, the staff appeared highly suspicious of me. And in the Boots store in the high street, I was served in a typical fashion by the cashier, who shouted agressively ‘you’re welcome’ at me, after saying thank you to me (after I politely said thank you to him).

The Chief Inspector for Worthing in early 2020 was Sarah Leadbetter, who is still Chief Inspector there in 2023.

The Chief Constable of Sussex Police is Jo Shiner. Before July 2020, she was for several years the deputy Chief Constable under Giles York.

Under the Criminal Justice Act of 1988, a public official such as a police Chief Inspector or Chief Constable, who commits the offence of psychological torture, is liable to a life term custodial prison sentence.

So I was a little wary ahead of this return visit. At the same time, one of my main goals of this month long stay in the UK, was to ‘reality test’ and if possible record any evidence of continued police torture. On my second day, I went into the Cafe Nero with an open-mind, however, due to my initial pleasure at being by the sea, I did not attempt to record. The Italian? female barrista did look at me in a strange and self-conscious way, but appeared to serve me politely. Then after saying thank you to her, she said thank you in return, and then shouted ‘you’re welcome’ at me.

The next day I went into the Costa Cofee that is between the sea front and the high street. The female English barrista appeared to immediately recognize me, but more than that, she looked like she’d been ‘expecting me’. Given that she had looked at me apparently eagerly, and nobody was in front of me in the queue, I politely asked for my usual black decaff tea. She looked at me again, but did not answer me and instead grinned rather menacingly, and called out to another customer that their coffee was ready. After a further minute or so, she was ready to serve me, which she did, again saying thank you after I had politely said thank you, and again literally shouting (even more aggressively than the woman in Cafe Nero) – ‘you’re welcome’ as I walked away. I of course looked round at her, in a state of shock, and she looked at another barrista, then looked back at me and grinned rather evilly.

As mentioned, I had not been in Worthing for over 3 years, and only spent a couple of days there that time. I also have a completely different hairstyle than I did then, so even if I had been pointed out (ie my photo shown to staff) 3 and a bit years ago, it seems surprising that staff could recognize me this time, even if they were the same staff as back then.

Unfortunately, as I said, the temptation to just try to spend a week of relaxation by the sea, and forget about all of this, together with the memory of what happened the last time I recorded evidence on my phone (the subsequent sadistic ‘doubling down’ by the police in at least two different countries), meant that I did not attempt to record any of it.

Later, I went into Superdrug to get some deodrant. As I stood in a queue, a female member of staff positioned herself by the door facing the checkout queue, and I heard her say on the phone – ‘he’s looking at me now’, whilst scrutinizing me suspiciously.

So after this, I would go back to the beautiful apartment I had spent over a thousand pounds to rent, look out into the sea, and genuinely feel that I must be in some kind of literal, solipsistic hell. That this could have been happening for 15 years now, with myself unable to get any help at all, and that this could still be happening, after depraved scandal after depraved police scandal…

During my week in Worthing, I did not see many police about. I passed one police car that had paused in traffic, with only a male driver inside. As I walked past, I looked at the driver. He looked back, appeared to recognize me, then looked away scratching his beard self-consciously and grinning.

Another Week In London

I was back in London again for a week. As I passed through Gatwick customs, where I’ve been routinely insulted and intimidated for the last 15 years and 100+ trips, one of the officers present appeared deeply shame faced when I looked him in the eye on passing through.

Walking along Fulham Broadway for the first time, and the first police car to pass me. The car had to slow due to building works on the road, and the driver after looking at me and clearly recognizing me, then looked at the barriers and scaffolding to his left and theatrically laughed before looking at me again stern faced.

A couple of days later, I was sitting at the cafe next to the Met Police station in Kensington High Street, and several machine gun wielding police were heading back there, as I sat facing them. One of them looked at me, then stopped and looked past me, and gave a theatrical wave. I turned around and could see nobody who might be acknowledging his wave.

At the Fulham Broadway shopping center, I was walking out on one occasion when a couple of young girls of about 15 or 16 passed. A Neill Catton male CIS security guard, who I can’t remember seeing before, theatrically checked them out, almost bending over to get a closer look.

On another occasion, I went into the Boots store there, for the first time in a long while. This is the store in which the Ricky Gardezi TSS security guards would follow me around, arms folded menacingly, while smirking – when I was going in there to collect essential prescriptions for my elderly mother dying of cancer. This time, there did not appear to be any security guard in the store, but as I turned to come out after using the self-service till, I saw that a large black male security guard was standing outside at the door, arms folded and craning his neck to look at me with theatrical curiosity. As soon as I exited the store, he walked off smirking. I then took a photo of him, which he saw and gave me an equally theatrical look of innocence and puzzlement as to why I would be doing so.

I left London through Victoria rail station. At the WH Smiths there, I’ve been followed and gaslighted by the security guards for the last few years. I would go there to buy crime magazines for my elderly mother. It appears that Ricky Gardezi, the CEO of Total Security Services (TSS), which employs the guards at WH Smiths (and Boots, Tesco etc.), is still having me pointed out to his security guards. As I walked towards him and out of the store, he stood looking at me smirking, but his expression changed to anxiety when he realized I was recording him.

Another disturbing incident occured at Victoria Station while I was having a coffee upstairs, whilst waiting for my train. Looking down on the ground floor below, I saw three Met Police officers pass a group of Italian schoolkids of maybe 13 or 14, mainly girls. One of the officers theatrically checked out one of the girls as she passed him, and then turned to his colleagues and laughed.