More Benefits Agency

I Deliberately Missed Appointments.

For roughly the last 9 months of receiving benefits i refused to go to their appointments or scheduled interviews or reply to any of their correspondence, they knew where i lived, they sent me letters, they had my number, they called me.
I refused to interact with them in any way, i refused point blank to have any contact with them unless i hadnt been paid or my payment was late, then i would call them and enquire about it. But at no time did they stop my money, you got to ask why, this is the same benefits agency office that stopped my money on a whim, didnt give two shits about how hard they made it for me or irresponsible they could be in their attitude towards me, you know these guys stopped my money at the first chance they got.

Yes, the same people who for as long as i had signed on had taken every opportunity to make me struggle, give me a hard time, make it all too difficult, suddenly, i could miss appointments for months on end and they do nothing, absolutely nothing, months and months and nothing, no questions, no stoppages, the money just got paid, dosnt make sense does it?
It does if you think they have something to hide, if certain employees acted out of malice, were encouraged or pushed to behave in a manner that may cause embarrassment to them and their management, just like complaining to the police, who refused to help on how many occasions, how many times do you need to complain before you get any help.
Something fishy going on here.

BENEFITS AGENCY AGAIN

REMPLOY

First two lines from the About Us page on the Remploy website,

To transform society and the lives of disabled people, this is followed by - Remploy exists to improve the lives of disabled people and those with complex needs through the power of work.

Ok, so my take on that, if you are physically or mentally challenged (couldnt think of a better way of putting it, apologies if that offends you) then Remploy are there for you, and by all accounts do a good job with what they do.

So, a little about myself, fortunately i am physically fit, have no physical ailments or disablities of any shape or form, so i wouldnt say on that side of it i needed Remploy.
Mentally, yes, i felt like shit, was in a bad place, you know there is only so much you can take before cracks start to appear, the stress starts to show, the best place for me would of been the doctors being prescribed some happy pills to try and take the edge off my misery and not being forced to look for work or do something that really wasnt beneficial to my current state of mind, altho with that being said, it was a state of mind caused by events and situations created by people that couldnt help themselves when it came to intefering in my life.
So yes, i was depressed, felt like shit, but im not autistic, dont have any mental or motor deficiences or any other health issues that would stop me from working any normal job whether it be physically or mentally demanding, my thinking, thought processes, you know there is absolutely nothing wrong with me, nothing that would justify being sent to Remploy by the benefits agency, anyone that knows me, has spoken to or spent any time with me would seriously think what the fuck.

Yes they sent me to Remploy, couldnt give a fair reason when i asked why, infact completely skirted around it when i questioned it.
So, i went, sat in a room for half an hour with people that were obviously in need of the help that Remploy could provide, there were the obvious physical disabilities, there were the not so obvious too, the one thing that was obvious was that i was taking a place in a room from someone who really did need the help of Remploy, all the wasted monies, budget cuts, government cant afford this, cant pay that, ifs buts whys and wherefors, WE HAVE NO MONEY FOR YOUR.......... like remploy can afford to waste time dealing with someone that really dosnt need their help, but you know everyone else knows best.

Or so they think.

So i sat in a room for half an hour, got up walked out, gave good reason to the guy heading the room, and left.

We all know how serious the benefits agency is when it comes to their demands and you receiving your benefit, they say jump, you are supposed to say how high! Its that simple, they take no prisoners and certainly in my case wouldnt think twice about stopping my money if I didnt do as they insisted, i went, and i left.
No issue for me, back for my fortnightly appointment, said my piece, wasting my time, wasting your time, WASTING REMPLOYS TIME, the answer, I thought they might be able to help you, that is it, seriously, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? They thought they might be able to help me.
Do i look like i need their help?
Do i sound like i need their help?
Oh, yes, i may sound angry or bitter, frustrated, absolutely fucked off with it all but not without good cause, but there is absolutely no way on this earth that Mr Rose at the benefits agency or anyone else anywhere else could seriously justify sending me to Remploy, there is just no need.


So, my take on it, all things considered. Just another attempt to belittle, embarass and or humiliate, as a one off, idk, what can you say, one of them things, but when you add one or two other things to it, all the shit that went on with the benefits agency, all the trouble i had with them and their sanctions, the we are helping but we are not really attitude, you know the bad attitudes, or do we just put it down to someone with a little authority going out of their way to make my life as difficult and uncomfortable as possible.

Remploy is just another example, i could probably double up on what i have already written in this blog, all the different complaints in different places, many many more i could add, but seeing as i can get no-one to take my complaints seriously.


Reasons
You know, you would think a local paper would be interested wouldnt you, its a real story, these are real issues, there is a real, very fucking real reason for this shit, someone lied a fucking horrible lie, but no-one bothered to check or question whether that lie was true or false, turns out its false, if someone had cared to ask me years ago instead of just assuming that that lie was a truth and acting on that lie going out of their way to fuck my life up in every way possible.....................I could go on.
Im not going to let it go.
The police can ignore my complaints, they can take the piss, harrass, intimidate, which they quite blatantly have, paramedics at the door, self fulfilling prophecies and all that, the taxi and the cashpoint card, it goes on and on.

The truth always comes out, i have nothing to hide and the truth will come out, one way or another!

Wait, There Is More

Honestly, there is!

So last Monday i got evicted, no anti social shit just a long term consequence of being under occupied and forced to live like a cunt! I wait for the bailiffs, dont know why, couldnt be arsed to do anything about it, constant fucking struggle, low self esteem, motivation, whatever i couldnt be bothered, sick of it.
Bailiff comes along with a housing rep and a couple of locksmiths, i hand them the keys and go, this was last Monday the 16th Nov. 
knowing i had to be out my nice neighbour was kind enough to let me put a lot of my stuff in her spare bedroom, basically anything i could lift went in there.

Yesterday 23rd Nov i went to hers to get a few things when she came in from a nightshift, by total coincidence there was a removals firm and a manager from my housing association about to go into my flat and take what i had left into storage, i told them to just dispose of it, but the housing rep did say i could go in and get a few things if i wanted to,  there wasn't a lot i could carry, but i did have two lots of tools, a tool box in the spare bedroom with a good variety of tools, and a small container in the hall that had a good 1/4 inch socket set in it, i had had them for years, were too dirty to put in my neighbours and was glad of the opportunity to get them.

Oh hold on a minute, they are not there, they have gone, not only that but it is obvious that someone has had a pretty good root through everything left in there,  the housing rep is a bit sceptical, you can understand that,  you would be wouldn't you, but they were there when i left, they changed the locks only they had the key, so i get back to where im staying and ring the housing to complain\question it and am informed that they would have taken a inventory of everything in my flat, they will look into it and be in touch.

Little later i get a call, yes, they have a picture of my larger tool box in their inventory, but it isnt in my flat, nothing of the small one, either way my tools have disappeared and the only people that had a key were the housing association????????????????

Something fucking stinks.

So what now, go back to the police?
I have no faith in them but i guess it is my only course of action.


Slowly but surely!!!!!!!

Paranoid? Yes! But I Am Not Stupid!

I Am Paranoid 

But I Am Not Stupid!

Paranoia.
Paranoia is a thought process believed to be heavily influenced by anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion.[1] Paranoid thinking typically includes persecutory, or beliefs of conspiracy concerning a perceived threat towards oneself (e.g. "Everyone is out to get me").


Yes this is me, i am paranoid, but not without reason.

Self fulfilling prophecy, the police officers comment regarding my complaints.
An ambulance/paramedics at my door, sent in "error" seriously, that evening after complaining at the police station.
I could go on and on, yes im paranoid, you might say you couldn't make it up, but im not stupid nor crazy and no i didn't make it up.

My paranoia is derived from the shit i have written about and much more that i haven't, i didn't imagine the police officers comment nor the ambulance at my door sent in error by the police the same day nor the episode with my wrist nor my driving license, i didn't imagine burning a hole in my quilt, i have the proof, I have lots, i offered it to the police, they refused it, physical fucking evidence, seriously?

I am on the whole a fairly lucid, coherent and confident person, a good thinker, i can talk to anyone about pretty much anything with few exceptions, some of them being theft trespass harassment and intimidation, not because i don't have the knowledge, but from my own experiences these things don't exist in law!
Well not if your me and you want some kind of justice.

As for my paranoia, yes, i don't trust anybody, i go into every situation with trepidation just expecting shit, its a self defence mechanism, when you have been shit on like i have then it gets to the point where its easier to expect the worst and be prepared to just disregard and ignore rather than let it get to you.
The police officers comment was a perfect example, the ambulance another, lets imagine, that day, i complained about theft from and trespass in my flat and nothing else, i offered the police evidence to back up what i was saying, then add the other things i have complained about.......SELF FULFILLING PROPHECY and an ambulance at my door in error was the reply i got from the police.

It has gotten to me, i don't do anything or go anywhere, this shit is crushing, life/personality changing.

Paranoia, yes, stupid, no!
Shit dosnt just happen, tho i get the distinct impression some people wished the shit hadnt happened, but whats done is done you cant take it back, but a complete refusal to acknowledge is as good as a guilty admission.


I could, but wont, explain why some people would deem it acceptable, someone lied, and some folks never bothered to check, now somebody is scared of the truth. 


That somebody isn't me!

Its Nothing Is It?

Its nothing is it?
Any one of these thing could have happened to anyone anywhere, you know you could read one of these posts repeat as your own, tell a friend your little story its just a part of life, a tough break a little bad luck. Maybe 3 or 4 of these and still a little bad luck and maybe a little incompetance or catching someone on a bad day.
Thats fair. Cant argue with that.
But when its all of it happening to one person there has to be something wrong. Its not the severity or how bad one or the other is, its the constant, its always there, wherever you go whatever you do, your looking watching waiting for the next event the next peice of shit the next snide comment, you know its going to happen.

Case in point, the funny police officer.
Self Fulfilling Prophecy, i mean, WTF i have been complaining in one way or another for years about harassment and the troubles i have had, three times to the police, four if you count my second visit on the one day, yet less than 2 months ago i go into a police station sit and talk to an officer and that is what he comes out with. Seriously?

So its nothing, i have to be out of my flat in less than 3 weeks, i have had shit absolutely everywhere, basically a culmination of all this shit from the day i planned to buy a house to losing my license within days of talking about the house, to right now on the verge of being homeless but still no-one knows anything about anything.

Its nothing is it?
If i gave you £50 it isnt much, but if 72 people gave you £50 suddenly you have a lot, £3600 to be exact (not a huge amount but it makes the point!), see that little bit of nothing is nothing but when you add that nothing to the next nothing and you keep adding alll the little nothings it amounts to a lot.

Somebody Is Responsible!

360 Degrees Of Mental Fucking Torture

Its All The Small Things

Imagine standing in the centre of a large circle which has been broken up into 72 little segments, that's me, im stuck in the middle and have all these little areas all around giving me a hard time.
To each one of them it is nothing, you know its just them doing their little bit of shit stiring, harassing causing a problem or an issue in their own little spot, that's nothing is it, you know, what harm can it do?

To an outsider an observer or anyone in that little spot its not doing any real harm, just causing a little problem right here right now.

Shit aint it!

Im surrounded by all these little shits in their little spots causing all this trouble and every little one of them thinks its not really causing any real harm or doing any damage, not a care in the world for the stresses and strains that it adds to a person, the pressure it puts on relationships and how they break down, how taxing it is mentally trying to cope and survive knowing full well all this is going on, and the people responsible think its nothing, how the people with responsibility and a duty of care in positions where they should be doing something about it refuse to do anything about it!

Thats It Basically.
Don't know how else to describe it.

Complaining To Coventry Police Again

Complaining To The Police Again

With A Little Help From Your Friends Or Maybe Not!

A bit Long winded, but worth the read i feel.

Ok, where to start with this, somewhere here i called Coventry Central Police Station Comedy Central,  bunch of clowns and jokers that think this shit is funny.

So my first attempt to complain, probably not the best way to go about it, I email WMP with some of the things i have typed up on this blog and get a shitty reply to my complaints,
what do i want them to do about it?
That ones easy, do your job!
 
Very frustrated i typed some of my complaints up on this blog and at one point out came comedy central a remark mainly born out of frustration, but was one of the things i had sent to WMP.
 

Moving On.

Time goes by i decided i would try to complain again except this time i would go into the police station and complain in person, nerves got the better of me, i felt like shit approaching the police station, don't forget comedy central, im walking up to the doors and all you can hear is very loud laughter coming from the back office, like its an audience sat in an auditorium watching a comedian on stage, made me feel like shit.
 
I bottled it, really struggled with my nerves trying to explain my situation and the complaints i have of harassment and more, i ended up walking out without really giving any kind of explanation or my reasons for being there.

So, time goes by again 27/8/2015 to be exact at approximately 15:40pm

Probably 2 months after the previous episode at COVENTRY CENTRAL!!!!! I decide to go and complain again, I don't feel quite so bad this time, still nervous as fuck but a little more relaxed, i spoke to some bloke on reception he took a few details and said it was all logged on the computer but that was the end of it and there was not a lot else they could do, it didn't seem right didn't feel right almost as tho it was a token gesture to satisfy me.
 
Somethings not right there, im not just complaining about someone pinching a fish finger out of my fridge , i was struggling to explain a constant and targeted harassment, yes i have have food stolen out of my fridge (that alone, burglary? trespass Theft, they are not interested?) but there was and is so much more to it, i explained about things going missing from my flat, about the problems everywhere, it is so deep and complex, for me it was/is hard  to explain verbally without going off on tangents getting sidetracked onto other points and complaints that the last point you were trying to explain gets lost.
 
Anyway back to the police station i go, same day early evening not happy with the earlier reaction and result i decided i would go back and try to complain again, third and final time.
Walk in same guy is still on reception talking to someone, i then speak to a female officer, she recognised me from school, i new her face but wasn't too sure where from till she mentioned school. I explain a little to her,  she tells me to take a seat. Half an hour passes, an officer comes out invites me into a small office, there's also a psychiatric nurse sitting in, you know, cause i am crazy (or maybe not, more on that later). So i start to explain about the troubles and problems i have had different problems different places.

I start talking about my flat explaining my concerns about things that have happened, items going missing, tampered with trespass and theft, i explain about a dirty tramp quilt that someone thought it would be good fun to swap with my own, yes, im crazy, paranoid obviously or maybe not!

I had a nice warm winter quilt, brother and his wife got it for me as a Xmas present a few years ago. I smoke in bed occasionally, one night i burnt a small hole in my quilt cover which went thru and burnt a hole in the corresponding place on the quilt, my nice warm winter quilt not new at this time, but fairly clean and the only damage to it was the small burn hole (i still have the quilt cover with burn hole still in the same place),  im lying in bed one night start to think how cool/cold/lightweight the quilt feels so i pull it out of its cover, its obvious immediately that it isnt mine, simple really, its thin lightweight and dirty, a dirty tramps summer quilt, the one thing missing is the burn hole,  you know, i burnt the fucker one night smoking in bed, wtf where the fuck, i have a magic self healing on a diet weight losing self dirtying fucking quilt. errr i don't think so do you?

My neighbour lent me a fleecy blanket type thing, you know one of them fleecy wraps something to cover yourself with to feel warm and comfortable on the settee watching tv. That`s fine i use it for a while leaving it folded on the chair when not in use, next time i use it it fucking stinks of  piss, dirty disgusting smell, i don't have a cat, im not that lazy that i would piss over it rather than going to the toilet, neither am i that lazy that if i pissed over the bathroom floor i would wipe it up with said blanket but it stinks of piss and its not my piss!!!

I explained this to the officer, i also mentioned theft from my flat of other things, small things nothing major just enough to make you think you are going crazy, problem with that is some of it was food, and being as skint as i am i know pretty much every item of food i have at any given time, i have to budget everything carefully to be sure i manage to the next time i get paid. 
Not just food there were other things that have happened, some listed elsewhere in this blog.
 
We are talking about other things you know like my driving license, the doctors and other problems when out of the blue the officer for whatever reason asks or suggests that maybe it is some kind of self fulfilling prophecy, wtf, a self fulfilling prophecy, why? How? 

Oh yeah i know, you see, i am accusing certain officers of knowing, assisting and arranging some or all of this shit, funny fucked up coincidences, i explained elsewhere about some of my neighbours, names comments online shit, but i forgot one drunken rant that i posted online a long time ago, it contained about 8 points mostly nothing just making up a drunken rant, but a few, remember the old orange mobile tagline? future bright and orange changed to bright and green, pissy orange drink, cant see the woods for the trees, 2 trees cut down outside my flat, i will find it (the post) and elaborate, i know there is much more to that that i have forgotten.
 

Seriously, im complaining about constant and targeted harassment, mental cruelty, theft, trespass, dereliction of duty and god knows what else and this officer is suggesting it is some kind of self fulfilling prophecy a fucking prophecy, yes this shit, that post and his comment, but hey im crazy, OBVIOUSLY, or maybe not.

The Paramedics.

Think about this, in total on this one day i have spent approximately 3 hours at the police station pretty much accusing police officers of harassment either directly or indirectly by encouraging provoking and or ignoring the problems i have had.
 
Im at home that night at around 10:30pm i get a knock at the door, to my surprise there are 3 paramedics a male and 2 females  asking to see the patient, wtf i didn't call, i had no need for them in any way shape  or form yet here they are at my door,  they radio their controller to check the address, its is confirmed as mine, then they check again, can you guess yet?

Got a clue? Go on have a guess, yes they were sent to my address in error by the police.

Think about it, the implications, the suggestion, the police sending paramedics to my door,  some cynical folks may well say that is harassment all things considered i think you could safely call it that , some may say it was an attempt to intimidate or maybe a little extreme thinking a threat of violence and maybe i will be needing the ambulance!!!
Who knows, its all in my mind

Psychiatric Evaluation          

So all this shit happened, im not stupid nor thick nor crazy you know only so much bad stuff can happen for it all to be total coincidence, i have i am and i will continue to suggest that there is somebody somewhere with privilege, in a position of trust and a little power that is abusing that trust and power to interfere in my life. 
 
That reads well, makes sense but obviously its all bollox you know, because i am crazy, paranoid with mental health problems, yes i don't doubt that there maybe a little truth in that self analysis you know,  who at some point or another has not had some kind of mental health failing whether it be a simple panic attack caused by nothing of any real note to a bout of depression or a complete mental breakdown?

Its True I tell you, True. Naah They Say I'm Crazy!!!!

So all this shit has happened, or apparently not  if you believe the liars, so much constantly, that it was impossible for it all to be in my mind, i went to my (new) doctors, i had spoken to him previously about some of my troubles i explained a lot of what had happened and that  nobody anywhere wanted to admit any knowledge of it, the shame, the embarrassment who in their right mind was going to admit to taking part in any of this, it is sickening to think that anybody anywhere would think this is an acceptable way to  treat anybody.
 
I asked for a referral to Swanswell Point for a psychiatric evaluation, you know its all in my mind, im crazy (bollox), too much shit in too many places.
So i go for my appointment, spend an hour and a half with 2 community psychiatric nurses, we chat they ask their questions, i give my answers we chat some more they ask some more i answer some more.
 
Times up, they have done their job, they are satisfied, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!
 
I had one appointment one evaluation, they were satisfied that i am of sound mind, they messaged my doctors to sign me off from themselves saying they had no reason to see me further.
 
Yet here we are, all this shit has happened, nobody knows anything, i have even been told that if i complain to the police they will think i am crazy, well i did complain to the police, they seem to have taken the piss like i am crazy, you cant argue with the facts, i offered them real physical evidence, i am sure there is evidence all over my flat, you know, forensics, fingerprints maybe dna who knows that is not my job nor my line of work, there are people paid to do that job that should have been  allowed to do their job but were not because somebody somewhere has something to hide.  SHAMEFUL

And the proof of the pudding as they say is in the eating, Im  Crazy, well, according to the team at Swanswell Point no i am not, simple as that!

I Complained To West Midlands Police

I emailed West Midlands Police with all this, you know, somebody is responsible, it is not all coincidence, way too much has happened and it has gone on for way too long for it to be that.

They replied with a question.

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE US TO DO ABOUT IT? 

I had sent them an email outlining...

Constant Hassle/Harrasment
Tresspass
Theft
Online Harrasment/intimidation
I dont know, Dereliction of duty? My doctor, the police officer and many other people/places.

There were a few other things in the list but i dont have access to that email account right now to copy and paste it.
I dont have the confidence to walk into a police station and start to try and explain this, like i had been told by a family member they will think i am crazy. I am paranoid, but i am far from stupid, common sense and logic!

I explained in the email how hard it had been for me to type it all up and send it to them, how my confidence was shattered and how low it made me feel, and they ask me what would i like them to do about it, WTF, are you serious?

Is that normal? you send an email asking, almost pleading for help from the police to the POLICE, the police you know, everything i have typed here on this blog i sent them, they replied,

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE US TO DO ABOUT IT?

I replied listing the things above and more with the a simple statement, Do Your Job!

What more can you ask of a public body? Do your job.

Then again if they have something to hide then they wouldnt want to do their job would they.

Yes i am suggesting that certain police officers know all about this!
I read this on a force website:-
People who work in the police service should behave appropriately at all times. Expectations about the behaviour of both police officers and members of police staff are set out in their respective Standards of Professional Behaviour. These expectations include requirements to:

    Act with honesty and integrity, fairness and impartiality
    Treat members of the public and their colleagues with respect
    Not abuse their powers and authority
    Act in a manner that does not discredit or undermine public confidence in the police service

If you feel that someone working for the police has not met these standards, you can make a complaint. These types of complaints are dealt with under the Police Reform Act 2002.

Reading this and being confident that certain officers were aware and im fairly sure involved was what prompted me to email the police in the first place.

The Nurse The Taxi And The Police Officer

This is wrong in my eyes on so many levels, but then i am basing that on myself and how i would react in any given situation, people talk about duty of care, people in jobs with some kind of social responsibility, doctors, nurses, care workers, police officers, you know there are many professions out there where a certain level of care is a given, should be expected as a norm, it is their duty! Like i said to me this is so wrong, i would imagine a few people would agree, but then again maybe thats me and how i would react, repeating myself again :)


I broke my wrist, not funny it friggin hurt, i went to bed just after midnight, quite early for me, i woke up to go to the toilet about 2am, i fell down the stairs gamboled from top to bottom, thats all i remember, dont remember getting out of bed to go to the toilet or going back to bed, but i do remember falling down the stairs and lying in bed moaning in agony afterwards.
I got up, got dressed and decided to walk to A&E it was only round the corner, about a mile away, this would be funny if it wasnt so sad, as soon as i turned the corner to approach the hospital i remembered A&E had moved to Walsgrave 6-12 months before. A little tired, had a few drinks, not many, a little shock setting in, i just wasnt thinking straight.

Ok no problem, i`ll go to the walkin centre, when it was the old wooden hut at the start of the Stoney Stanton Rd, i got there knocked on the door, explained to the nurse or whatever she was that i had broken my wrist, it wasnt fractured, it wasnt sprained, it was broken, it was obvious, I put my arm out straight in front of me and it was s shaped from my hand to my forarm, you couldnt miss it, i tried showing her, she wasnt interested, she couldnt help me, wouldnt let me in, there was nothing she could do (seriously?). what else could i do, i was in agony, every step was torture, i decided to walk to town and get a taxi to hospital.
Why didnt i call an ambulance, is what everyone said at the time, IDK, confused tired a little drunk in pain/shock, whatever, i didnt, simple as that.

So i get a passing taxi, tell him i want to get to Walsgrave A&E, ok were on our way, explained what had happened, fell down stairs broken wrist etc. etc, just as were turning into the hospital, i realise i didnt have any money on me, nothing, not a penny i hadnt expected to need any, anyway i explained to the driver i didnt have any money, i had my leather jacket and my mobile phone on me, not of huge value but more than covered the £10ish taxi fare, i offered them to him to hold until i was done at the hospital, then i would get in touch and pay him and get my things back, he wasnt having it, not interested, you know like it was deliberate and i was gonna get ready to do a runner to the A&E, seriously, i dont understand people sometimes. He decided he was going to take me to the police station, you know its 3am ive got a broken wrist, no other injuries, slightly inebriated, speaking clearly, have no money and explained it to him fairly, i pleaded with him, i was in agony, nope not interested were going to the police station and he`s going to complain, i said one thing, nothing else, your going to look like a cunt, nothing more nothing less!

Ok we get to Coventry Central, there are a few other people in they foyer, i waited at the desk for someone to come out and see me, (lol, to see me) the taxi driver was hovering but not really doing anything, so im at the desk an officer comes over, i explain what had happened about the lack of money, my side of it if you will, WTF, where the fuck is the taxi driver, yeah thats right he ran, didnt want to wait cause he would of looked like a cunt, then again after the nurse at the walkin centre and this police officer about to do the same.

The taxi drivers gone, i explained everything to the police officer, showed him my wrist, it was so blatantly obvious it was broken, but he wasnt interested, its about 3.10am, you know, me, if the roles were reversed, i would have given you the money for a taxi, i would have made some kind of an effort to get you to the hospital, whether its police car, ambulance or stopping a passing car, whatever, him, he told me to get a taxi home, get my cashpoint card, go to the cashpoint, get some money then i can pay for the taxi to hospital, serious, this is a police officer in a police station looking at an arm/wrist that is S shaped it is blatantly obvious its broken, im in agony, real agony you know, i had taken my jacket off to show him and couldnt get it back on the pain was that intense, i had to get help from a chinese/oriental couple to put my jacket on, no interest from him at all!
I could have walked from the station to a restaurant and gotten more assistance.

Ok, on its own my broken wrist and this night, you could call it a series of unfortunate events and i caught all three of them, the nurse, the taxi driver and the police officer on a bad night. Thats cool, i could understand if it was a one off, but when everything else is taken into account, im sorry nahh, theres no way its all coincidence, too much shit constantly.

Oh and just to add, it was broken, i spent 4 days in hospital, nearly 5 hours in surgery had 2 plates and 7 pins put into my wrist along with about 15 stitches. I left the hospital with no prescription, no pain killers, nothing, no protection on my wrist, i would of expected a splint or bandage of something in reality, nope, just a sticky pad over the stitches and nothing else, i had to go to my doctors to get some decent painkillers because it hurt that much.

Someone has really worked hard to make things as difficult as possible for me.

My Driving License The Tardis Not Lucky Police Work

How i lost my driving license, i wont deny i was wrong to drive but you have to question how they knew where i was going to be!

I used to go drinking with my cousin, she is a few years younger than me, nothing in it, we were just friends we used to have a good laugh, with each other at each other at other people. It was company, killed the boredom for me and it got me out of the house when i wasnt working, 24hr call 6 days on 6 days off.

I had just made the decision to start saving for a house, i had been living at my mums for too long wanted my own place and a bit of space, i lived in one room at my mums house, like a bedsit but at your mums, spent all my time upstairs in that room doing whatever i did, never really much, usually online gaming and not a lot else.

Ok moving on, we went out a few times had a good laugh, used to talk about anything, personal stuff, private stuff just mates i guess, she wasnt working, i was, she came out on a job or two with me, we went out this one night, i was driving and planned on going home after dropping her at home so i got 3 large bottles of Stella to drink when i got home, they stayed in the car, i drove us to the pub drank three shandies in a couple of hours, we were having a laugh, i started to laugh this false laugh, (forget that too much insignificant information unless you were a police officer that just happened to be sat there getting offended, not my intention) sod it, the laugh, i was snorting, squealing everytime i laughed the more i did it the more we laughed the more we laughed the more i did it, it was entertaining/annoying other customers that was obvious, but it was fucking funny, like that 14yr old kid you dont know from Adam that you see smoking in the street and say you wait till i see your mum, the look on his face, that kind of funny, stupidly funny.
LOL way too much of nothing so far.

She suggests i stay on the settee at hers, her mum was away she was on her own seemed like a good idea to me, so three shandies later we go back to hers, she goes off to bed about 11.50 i settle on the settee, at about 5 past 12 she comes down and askes me to go home, she was uncomfortable with me being there, no problem i understood that completely. I put my trousers on and drive home, this was the original plan, i was ok with that, never usually went to bed that early anyway plus i had some beers in the car to drink when i get home.

Ok im home drink a bottle of Stella halfway through the second one when i get a phone call from her, im now slightly drunk, just a little not pissed not too far gone, we talk a while the conversation moves onto sex, im not sure who instigated that, ive allways had it in my mind that she lead the conversation but it may have been me, so being slightly worse for drink i think its a great idea to drive to hers.


Im driving to hers, not fast, no speed, cautious and carefull, i knew i was probably over the DD limit and didnt want to draw attention to myself, im going down the Binley rd approaching the junction with Hipswell Highway when i see a police car coming in the opposite direction, (cautious and carefull me) the driver is craining his neck to look at me, from all the crap that had gone on previously i should have gone and parked up somewhere and walked home thinking back it was obvious what was about to happen.
I carry on, drive down her street, can see some lights on on a car not too far from hers, thought nothing of it, i pull up, then, right then, i see it, it was a police car just a little further up the road from hers sat waiting. i wasnt even out of my car and the driver was making his way over to mine, he was at my side as i locked my car up.

Like i said i know i was in the wrong, i know i shouldnt have been driving, we do the breathaliser thing, they say im over the limit, so im arrested and we make our way to chase avenue police station, on the way were talking, and this comment comes from one of the officers, we saw you speeding and driving erratically down the binley rd, it didnt mean anything right then, i never paid much attention to it, then it slowly started to hit me, WTF, there was no way on this earth they saw me 1.Driving Fast or 2.Driving Erratically, i was sober and coherant enough to know what i was doing and either of these were going to draw attention to me whilst driving (i was about a third over the limit).

I`ll never get my head around this bit.
They were waiting for me a mile from where they claimed to have seen me, HOW DID THEY KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING??? The police car that saw me was going in the opposite direction, and unless they were using Dr Whos tardis there was no way they could get where i was going before me, it was physically impossible, they would have to overtake me on the same road, ok, so they radioed a colleague, "we havnt just seen a guy driving fast and erratic but we do know he`s had a drink and heres where he`s going",  how did they know where i was going? How?

I was in the wrong, but that is so fucking wrong its unbelievable, the girl, i asked her, she said she didnt phone them, why would she was her answer.

HOW THE FUCK DID THEY KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING?
Without that little innocuous comment it wouldnt have been anything, total coincidence that they happened to be there at just the right time, i could accept that, but the comment where they passed me, where these guys were sat, fkin impossible.
 
Oh yeah thats just another of lifes shitty coincidences, you know, just start thinking about doing some good for myself amongst all the shit going on in my life and then this happens!

The Missing Letters Or Maybe Hidden & Binned

I have had people tell me they have sent me letters, important letters that seemingly didnt arrive, even had letters that i am sure have been opened and resealed before delivery through my letterbox.

I have on more than one occasion had flyers through my door, you know we all get them, the large Farmfoods or Iceland flyers with all their latest offers, and usually inside them will be smaller flyers and envelopes, you know maybe a TalkTalk or Virgin Media mailshots. Yes we have them all, so you pick them up open the bigger one and see the smaller one and just disregard it place it to one side and go do something.

I have a pile in my hall, that when it gets too large i throw away, but always check the insides just to be sure i havent missed anything. On one occasion i opened up the larger flyer to open a smaller flyer to find a very important letter, one was very personal, very sentimental to me and very very time critical, you know it needed to be addressed by a certain date which had long passed, this wouldnt have happened had the mail not been hidden away inside a flyer inside a flyer, which meant when openend the initial flyer and seeing a second flyer the assumption was that it was just junk mail.

Could  be total coincidence, but all things considered, and given the importance of that one particular letter and how it was hidden in the flyers, i dont think so, why else at no other time have any of my letters been hidden in flyers.

Simple to explain why not.

The postman has his letters for a particular street seperated in his postbag, he also carries the flyers already sorted to delivered at the same time as the letters, he goes to a building say mine, 14 residents so he will take his little pile of envelopes for my block and and proceed to deliver them, at the same time he will pull out the flyer and deliver that.

Still with me?

A letter inside a flyer inside a flyer!  Seriously, not just any letter, but for me personally, probably the most important letter i could of received over the last 10 years, it meant so much to me, it caused so much heartache and pain you wouldnt believe.

Why only the once, why only that letter, what it meant to me and the implications are unfathomable.


Somebody Is Responsible!

Coventry Church Housing - Midland Heart - The Preachers Wife

Coventry Church Housing - Midland Heart

Thats the history, you know my housing association or a large part of it was once Coventry Church Housing.
Im not stupid, but i am certain, 100% certain that employees of my housing association know and assisted with some of my troubles.  
You only have to read some of the things i typed up about my flat, the bedding, the evidence i offered to the police which they refused, to realise that this has happened and has been sanctioned for want of a better word by someone with authority and influence, these things dont just happen.
So the Housing Association, Church Housing, the Church, caring compasionate understanding, hypocrites.
Church Housing - Midland heart, you could say well there not Church Housing anymore they are Midland Heart, my reply to that, i used to love a Marathon, but you cant buy them anymore they changed their name, now its a Snickers, nothing else changed!

You could also take a quote or 2 from Midland Hearts website, you know, like :-

Our vision – is to be the best national housing and care business working with those in greatest need
Our Mission – is to transform lives and communities through housing care and opportunity.

"This year we are celebrating 90 years of making a difference to people in the greatest need by providing good quality housing, care and support services."

"Many of the people we work with are struggling against cuts, health issues and lack of opportunities – issues that we are proud to have a positive impact on.  We know that the challenges faced by many is ever increasing, so the work we do is now more important than ever – and we want to do so much more."

"We are proud of our history and the impact we have made." 

Yes they have made a significant impact on me and my life. Just like everyone else everywhere that dosnt know anything but does their little bit, they are not the church, they do not have certain values to uphold.

So like i said, they are Church Hous.......Midland Heart, they have set goals, they have set visions and missions, they have responsibilty.
Where The Fuck Is It.
Hypocrites and Liars.
Just to repeat myself a little, i am certain, 100% certain that employees of my housing association know, probably advised and or encouraged to assist with the creation of some of my troubles, you know, them external influences they get everywhere.

The housing association under whatever name it chooses to use has values and expectation, they also have a responsibility to themselves and their tenants to live upto their own values their missions and their goals, in my ignorant view they failed miserably.

 
I Live Above A Church

The Preacher & His Wife

So yes i do, you know the one place you would expect all the right values and views, honesty integrity trust love kindness respect, when someone says they are a church goer or are religious you expect a certain kind of person, certain values, but we all know that the truth is far from what you would expect.

So much like the previous preacher Paul, calling me a liar, we move on to the next one and his wife.

So time goes by, all this shit has happened, im asking here there and everywhere, not really getting any help at all, one place i hadnt asked was the the church downstairs, i thought if there was one place you might get some assistance or help or basically just a little honesty it would be there!

I go and talk to the preacher and his wife, its kind of hard asking virtual strangers if they know anything or if they could help you, but this is the church, i started to explain about the hassle and harassment i am getting everywhere, i hadnt really said a lot or explained much when the preachers wife asks me "what did you do?" I hadnt suggested anything along the lines of me being at fault, i was trying, just starting to explain a little of my troubles and if they knew anything when she asked the question.

I hadnt said enough to them for that question to be asked or justified, yet here it was being asked. You could suggest that it was an admission that yes they did know something and that there was a reason for the troubles. Yet despite me explaining a little more they couldnt help, they didnt know anything. Really?

That question was an admission that yes they did know something, but what had happened was a consequence of something i had done, a bit like the police officer with my driving license, a simple unneeded comment which basically gave it away.
It may well have been a total coincidence, but like police officer, and his comment which couldnt have been, this, i dont think so! 


So at the time i was clueless, i didnt have a clue as to why she would ask that question or why the shit was happening, over the last 4 or so months it has been brought to my attention that apparently i did do something, something i will be writing about in good time, although what i am supposed to have done is wrong and would make some of this shit in some peoples eye justified.
What did i do? was her question, the answer nothing, someone made up some bullshit and lies to cover their own embarrassment.

Repairs & Request Or Maybe Not

Repairs & Request Or Maybe Not 

More from my housing association, some simple repairs i requested they refused, oh and a personal insult/suggestion/innuendo that i found very offensive and the refusal to give me access to my bicycle locked up in the storeroom downstairs.

Tap/Washer/Riser Unit

My tap sprung a leak, no big problem but im not a plumber and the constant drip drip drip was annoying, so i head off to my housing association, speak to the woman on reception someone from the rear office comes out and explains that it is probably the washer and isn't something they would repair, that is the tenants responsibility. Ok not a problem, i am fairly competent at DIY so off i go to Wickes and buy a replacement washer, quite an easy job to replace, not something i had done before but easy enough, but still drip drip drip.

So back i go, explain the tap is still leaking same guy comes out again and tells me it is probably the tap riser unit or words to that effect, cant remember exactly but basically the valve in the tap is knackered.
Same answer again, it isn't their responsibility, it is down to the tenant to get it repaired.
Hold on a minute, a small 2 minute fix for the washer i can understand, this is a little bit more than that and quite a lot more expensive, so the question is, when i move out, what are you going to do, my property, i fitted it, i will take it with me.

Oh uh i see,  suddenly it is a repair the housing association can undertake and within a couple of days the repair is done and no more dripping tap.
WTF why lie? why be as awkward as possible? It dosnt make sense, but then again all things considered its just par for the course.


My Bike & The Storeroom 
So all the residents got a letter saying the storeroom downstairs was going to have its locks changed, they gave us a date that the lock would be changed and we were requested to make sure that nothing was left in the storeroom. So the date came and passed and for a week i carried my bike up the stairs into my flat, there is nowhere secure to leave it, locked or not, so it was either the storeroom or carry it up to my flat. 
One week on they still haven't changed the lock so i thought for convenience i would start using the storeroom again, you know, its a full sized adult bike a bit of a ball ache carrying it up and down the stairs a couple of times or more a day. This goes on for about 2 weeks they still haven't changed the locks and then one day i go downstairs to go get my bike and go out but cant, they have changed the lock.
There is nothing wrong with that, i cant complain we were warned it was going to happen.

The issue

I have on at least 4 occasions over a 9 month period asked for access to retrieve my bike.
I have been told yes we will sort it out or i will pass your message on to the relevant person and they will be in touch, you know, in one way or another they will allow me to get my bike out of the storeroom, 4 times, every time i went to the housing association i got a positive answer, but no end result.
What can i say, they have kidnapped my bike, holding it to ransom IDK, theft? 

It is a total refusal to allow me to retrieve my bike.
They know its there
4 times i have asked for it
4 times they said they would assist and then done nothing at all to help.

How do i feel about that, im pissed off. 


But i would also consider accepting that they have taken ownership of my bike and would happily allow them to reimburse me to the sum of £300, for the inconvenience of not being able to access or use my bike, the time wasted approaching them to get it back, and the value of the bike they have taken ownership of, £300 sounds like a fair figure.


The Extractor & The Light
So in my bathroom I have an extractor,  it is automatically activated whenever the light is turned on. It sounded like a helicopter, it came on, even on the lowest speed it sounded like a helicopter taking off. Lying in the bath was a nightmare, im one of them people that likes to soak for an age in the bath, with that extractor it was impossible, way way way too loud.

Not only  that but the extractor was 2 way and when it was off it didnt block the exhaust hole, so my bathroom would fill up with dust, from what i can only assume was incoming from the open vent behind the extractor.

So after one of our cosy little residents meetings in the church downstairs i ask the housing/area manager or whatever she was if it could be fixed or replaced, she said yes made a note of it, but nothing ever come of it. I didnt bother going back to them i just took the matter into my own hands and removed it from the wall blocked the vent hole put it back in place, then disconnected the wiring. 
Job done the extractor is silent i get little or no dust thru the vent having closed it up myself.


The light, pretty much the same problem, it vibrated and buzzed very loudly, so after sorting the extractor out myself, that is now silent, every time you turn the light on you  get very loud buzzing and vibrating, nothing major to them, it works, they refused to do anything about it. 
Again, not a major issue, i am competent enough at DIY to swap the light fittings in the hall with the one in the bathroom, so the noisy light was now in the hall. 

Funny thing, i get electricians around to test my electrics, annual safety check a legal requirement for the landlord to undertake and point out the light to them you know the buzzing and vibrating, they changed it instantly without question accepting there was an issue with it!


Neither of these are major repairs, more of an inconvenience than anything else, but its the little things, they all mount up.


They Like To Play Games Too - Trading Places
  
So there are sisters working at my housing association, one is/was (havnt seen them for a while) a little larger than the other, not sure if they are twins but they look very very simillar, if you didnt see them on a regular basis you wouldnt know which one was which apart from the weight.

So i go to my housing association one day and ask to speak to my housing manager this is the larger of the two sisters, she comes out we go into a little office and start  talking over whatever it is i went to see them about.

We talking for a while and something isnt right, cant remember the exact conversation, but for whatever reason it became obvious that i wasnt talking to my housing manager but to her sister, i dont know what her job is at the housing association, she may well be in a position to help with whatever issue i went in there with, she knew i was going in to speak to her sister, bare in mind the simillarities between the two, why didnt she identify herself as herself.

I had to ask the question or rather make the statement, you are not N, no, she replied with a little smile, i am S her sister.

Why, when knowing i was going in to see N did S come out and knowing how simillar they are not identify herself as being S? 


 

More From My Housing Association

The Second Homefinder Account 

So they opened a second account in my name,  I had a chat with the young lady responsible, she seemed to think it was acceptable, really?
Would you consider it acceptable? 
Ive already covered this below, but now im adding my take on it and the reasoning behind it!
Quite easy really, along with the premature letters threatening eviction i would call it an attempt to harass and intimidate, also you could absolutely call it fraud.

Fraud -  According to their Solicitor (Housing Association)

It isnt fraud because there would not be any financial gain, although he had to agree when i suggested that if i had opened a bank account in his name and didn't use it for anything at all that that also would be fraud even tho there would be no financial gain, i know thats an odd analogy as it is basically fraudulent behaviour but we were sat waiting to go into court for my eviction (confirmed, not long now) so i was a little nervous and not really thinking too smart. 

I could also quote the Serious Fraud Office found here
http://www.sfo.gov.uk/fraud/what-is-fraud.aspx

"What is fraud?

Fraud is a type of criminal activity, defined as:
'abuse of position, or false representation, or prejudicing someone's rights for personal gain'.
Put simply, fraud is an act of deception intended for personal gain or to cause a loss to another party.
The general criminal offence of fraud can include:

• deception whereby someone knowingly makes false representation
• or they fail to disclose information
• or they abuse a position."

Now, i may be reading that wrong or with rose tinted glasses hoping or wanting it to back up my point of view on said fraud.
No financial gain said their solicitor, therefore it cant be fraud.

They opened second account on Homefinder in my name without asking my permission:-

Deception whereby someone knowingly makes false representation or they abuse a position.

Or basically an attempt to harass and intimidate me and make me feel as uncomfortable as possible while living in their property.

Apparently, according to them, it isnt fraud and it is acceptable behavior, even when questioned on the legalities of it she insisted it was legal and all within her remit as a housing manager.

Make Your Own Mind Up!

I have been in trouble with my rent for a long time, there is no denying that, it is a culmination of all the problems and hassle since losing my license to the present day. But it isnt like i have deliberately not payed it is the under occupancy charge and the constant struggles i have had to endure.

So last year my arrears are growing, i apply for a discretionary housing payment to clear my arrears,  this is where this problem started with the housing association, the second homefinder account. One of the conditions of the arrears being cleared was that i would look to downsize from a 1 and a 1/2 bedroom sized flat to a 1 bedroom, i didnt have issue with that, but took great exception to my housing association opening the 2nd account on homefinder in my name without my permission, it created animosity between them and myself, and just added to that feeling of being victimised hassled harassed and intimidated.

My housing association are desperate to get me out of my flat.

A Little Too Desperate!

I have an account on Coventry Homefinder which i recently reactivated so that i would be able to bid on 1 bedroom properties as currently i am classed as being under occupied, my second bedroom is 8.5x7 like you could really call that a bedroom, but hey, thats irrelevant, right?

Because of the so called bedroom tax and being expected to make up the difference myself i am in rent arrears to quite a high figure. Mainly because of the stuff i have explained and how i was made to feel, i have spent almost 6 months of this year receiving no benefits whatsoever, no money, nothing, had to rely on handouts and a freindly neighbour helping me out, with no money coming in how could i pay anything towards my rent?
I can hear you now, "Get a job" yes, i tried on more than one occasion, but you know when every turn leads to a brick wall it gets to the point where you just think screw it and give up.

Yes, that, i just gave up, no point, when you know that certain folks are doing there best to interfere and make things as difficult as possible for you to live your life in a fair and reasonable way.

Anyway, i digress, my housing association are desperate to get me out of my flat.......


.....they are that desperate to get me out of their (my) flat that they took it upon themselves to register me on Homefinder, they then proceeded to apply for one bedroom properties in my name. 
I received a text yesterday telling me they had registered me, and today i received a text telling me that i had an appointment booked to view a flat that they had bid on on Homefinder.
WTF

I HAVE A HOMEFINDER ACCOUNT

I HAVE LOOKED ON HOMEFINDER AND DIDNT SEE A PROPERTY I WANTED TO BID FOR.

Yet my housing association decided it was in their best interest to create a new account in my name and bid for properties in my name without once asking me for permission or if i thought that was ok or appropriate.

Who Do They Think They Are?

Seriously, how far fetched does that sound.

UNBELIEVABLE

They created a new account in my name and bid for properties in my name without once asking me for permission or if i thought that was ok or appropriate.

Workfirst - Another Agency

Oh where to start.

Playing pool? Team building, government sponsored get your arse back to work, seriously.

Ok first day of a two week course, we go off to play pool, team building, like were a bunch of unsuccessful office wallers who need to gel because performances are slipping. Really, we`re there to get back to work, so they take us to play pool, get us membership  and everything, a bonding session for long term unemployed.
Really?
Or just a vehicle for this.

The Orange Drink?
So were at our bonding session, you know a bunch of long term unemployed layabouts being taken to a pool hall to play pool and drink, apart from me, i didnt drink at the time, i had orange squash, well that what it was supposed to be, i didnt buy it, someone else did, i wasnt too sure about it, it didnt look right, took a couple of sips, it didnt taste right, i left it and after finishing my game of pool i left.
This was the first day of the course.

Towards the end of the course one of the blokes starts telling this story about pissing into someones drink, it was a long winded story cant remember the specifics, (disgusting really, to think people behave like that) he`s telling his story making sure everyone's hearing it and he`s looking at me as tho to make sure im paying attention, like an indirect admission, yes he was the person that brought me the drink.
I may be wrong it may be a total coincidence maybe not, i dont think it was myself he seemed to be basking in his glory telling his tale, gloating again.

The Screwed Up CV`s 

Funny, ive been to many different government sponsored companies, get your arse back to work, you know.

Everyone recommends changes to your CV,  there's no template, just another persons opinion of what a CV should look like, nothing wrong with mine in reality just another advisors opinion, i sat with an advisor he decided to make a few changes to my CV,  he`s the guy trained to do this, so i trusted him, he made a few changes then printed me about 15 copies off.
Cool, i left there went to 9 or 10 agencies and dropped my CV with them.

I get home start looking at the CV he had edited, i didnt really watch him, i was there but i trusted his judgement expecting the basics at least to be accurate!
When he printed it off i was glad to be leaving the place so didnt look at it, jesus, my 14 yr old daughter at the time could of done a better job, im no English expert, but the errors were embarrassing, typos, grammar, all kinds of errors, capitalisation, missing full stops, incomplete sentences, yes i had just given it out without looking, imagine that, i had just given out a load of CV`s looking for work that looked like they had been finished by a kid. Yes i should of looked, should of checked or paid more attention, but these are the people paid to do their best to help you get back to work, you know the government is paying them to get you back into work.
Jesus, i could of done a better job, no scratch that i did do a better job of it myself.

I was still keen at the time, you know made an effort, looked and all that, but as time goes by and you realise you are just banging your head against a brick wall and no matter what you do your not going to get anywhere, at every turn theres a new obstacle something else getting in the way, you just give up.

Two Vacancies Two Agencies

Due to being out of work I had registered with various agencies looking for work.

Post Office Application

Just before Christmas a few years back, after being out of work for around 12mnths one of the agencies i registered with called with a temporary position at the post office, i made an appointment to go into their offices to finalise the details, i went into the agency got my id card hi vis vest and boots, I was looking forward to working and having some money for Christmas, but the day before i was due to start i got a phone call saying i couldn't start as i had failed the security checks, i have no convictions of any merit, certainly none that could justify me not getting a temp job at the post office. I have one for fighting when i was 18, nearly 30 years ago.

I had been out of work for a while was desperate and really looking forward to working before Christmas just to have a little money to spend, the day before i was due to start at least 10 days after they had given me the work clothes they call me!
Talk about disappointing, the day before.

Security & Chequers
I used to run a bouncy castle and inflatable hire company with my brother, I managed to pass the security checks to deliver a bouncy castle for the then prime minister at Chequers and spent the day there with my daughter and nephew (they were invited into the party had a swim in the pool and joined the childs party) while his friends and family used the bouncy castle for his sons birthday party.

I managed to clear what i am sure would be much more stringent security checks for that, yet failed a security check for a two week temporary job at the post office.

There has to be something wrong here!

Porter Application

Had an interview for a vacancy as a hospital porter, 6 vacancies 9 applicants, personally i think i nailed it, all the right answers to the relevant questions, had all the relevant skills, im a great people person, im good with people, really good. That was evident and very obvious working as a recovery driver, a job i loved (consider my license), i got nothing but good comments, a few letters commending me to my employer, you know everything about me and my personality was perfect for the job, same as the porter application, it was a perfect fit, i nailed the interview, i was confident and pleased with how it went, i refuse to believe out of 9 applicants my skills and abilities were not good enough, all the recovery driver skills, confidence compassion understanding patience empathy sympathy, all the people skills transfered perfectly to the porter application,  i was at least 7th, these things happen, but i refuse all things considered to believe i wasnt good enough for 1 of 6 jobs.


Too much bad luck and many bad attitudes for it all to be coincidence.
This has been constant hassle and harassment everywhere with everything i do.
Anything to make life as hard as possible for me.

I Complained To West Midlands Police

I emailed West Midlands Police with all this, you know, somebody is responsible, it is not all coincidence, way too much has happened and it has gone on for way too long for it to be that.

They replied with a question.

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE US TO DO ABOUT IT? 

I had sent them an email outlining...

Constant Hassle/Harrasment
Tresspass
Theft
Online Harrasment/intimidation
I dont know, Dereliction of duty? My doctor, the police officer and many other people/places.

There were a few other things in the list but i dont have access to that email account right now to copy and paste it.
I dont have the confidence to walk into a police station and start to try and explain this, like i had been told by a family member they will think i am crazy. I am paranoid, but i am far from crazy or stupid, common sense and logic!

I explained in the email how hard it had been for me to type it all up and send it to them, how my confidence was shattered and how low it made me feel, and they ask me what would i like them to do about it, WTF, are you serious?

Is that normal? you send an email asking, almost pleading for help from the police to the POLICE, the police you know, everything i have typed here on this blog i sent them, they replied,

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE US TO DO ABOUT IT?

I replied listing the things above and more with the a simple statement, Do Your Job!

What more can you ask of a public body? Do your job.

Then again if they have something to hide then they wouldnt want to do their job would they.

Yes i am suggesting that certain police officers know all about this!
I read this on a force website:-
People who work in the police service should behave appropriately at all times. Expectations about the behaviour of both police officers and members of police staff are set out in their respective Standards of Professional Behaviour. These expectations include requirements to:

    Act with honesty and integrity, fairness and impartiality
    Treat members of the public and their colleagues with respect
    Not abuse their powers and authority
    Act in a manner that does not discredit or undermine public confidence in the police service

If you feel that someone working for the police has not met these standards, you can make a complaint. These types of complaints are dealt with under the Police Reform Act 2002.

Reading this and being confident that certain officers were aware and im fairly sure involved was what prompted me to email the police in the first place.