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.