I think I qualify as someone who can make an informed commentary on our police, and the CPS. God knows, for the last year I’ve experienced every clusterfuck known to man when it comes to those two organisations.

A lot of people say I’m way too harsh when it comes to the police, especially when I went into one about Keith Marshall about a year ago now. I was harsh for good reason, the dumb fuckers issued me with a Prevention of Harassment Letter, with completely untrue and incorrect information on it. A the request of Teresa O’ Neil and Will Tuckley (who both incidentally lied to the police in a brazen effort to try and get me into trouble, they succeeded).

Almost a year later I found myself having to apologise to Keith Marshall, it transpired he had tried his best to prevent said letters being issued.

Once again I find that the police in Bexley, are fucking useless. In fact they may have gone as far as to slander me.

Having been found guilty of harassment of various Bexley councillors by incorrect use of the internet during 2011, John Kerlen, age 37 of Glebelands, Crayford was given a Community Order on 9th May. He was ordered to undertake 80 hours of unpaid work which will be supervised by the Probation Service and pay costs of £620.00. In addition a restraining order was made under which he must not contact directly or indirectly a named male, or make/send any type of electronic message or communication about this male, his home or family. This order will last for three years.

You’d think, that as they were the investigating police force they’d at least get it right. At no time have I ever been found guilty of harassing “various Bexley councillors”. In fact I was found not guilty of said offence, because there was no evidence of harassment. I was, as has been documented all over the fucking show, found guilty of contravening Section 127 of the Communications Act.

Also my restraining order is for 5 years, not 3.

I could, honestly write a fucking book about the clusterfuck both these organisations are. Is it any wonder that a lot of people have absolutely no faith in the police? If they can’t get the basics right then we’re all doomed. Am I being unfair on police in general? Is it only a few rotten apples spoiling the cart? In my experience? No. Each and every officer in Bexley at least is as incompetent as the next.

I’ll be writing about the probation service next. Yes, even that part of the justice system is screwed. If I was less educated in my rights and in general I’d have been right fucked.

At my trial in April there were a considerable number of people who were there to support me, the vast majority of whom were the lads from NoToMob, the remainder of those supporters were friends, family (including my heavily pregnant wife, my elderly mum and my younger brother) and of course the now legendary Malcolm Knight and a couple of gents from the Bonkers Crew.

There were of course other people in court who were not supporters of mine, and it one of these particular people whose bluff I am calling. Before I do that though, I’d like to give a quick back story.

After the judge had passed her now memorable verdict, I was ushered off to speak to my legal team and speak to the probation officer at the court. While I was doing this my supporters were standing outside the magistrate’s court discussing the events which they’d just witnessed. While they were doing so, a group of men who were not my supporters approached them and some sort of altercation took place. Instead of reporting an event on hearsay (Sandra Bauer take note) I’ll let you read a first hand account here.

Right. All caught up are we? Good! Now a good few months ago I received a death threat, which I reported to Essex police, we took it with a pinch of salt, but because of the condition the Mrs is in we weren’t going to take any chances so I went to Harlow Police station and got a reference number for said threat. I ridiculed the threat here.

Since the verdict and since the sentencing I have been receiving comments on this blog from someone who refers to themselves as Kevin/Gerald/Bill most of their comments can be found in the three most recent blog posts (not including this one) on this site. Malcolm has also been receiving emails from someone who calls themselves “The Truth”. Malcolm has seen fit to publish this correspondence on his site.

“The Truth” and Gerald/Kevin/Bill are one and the same person, if you’ve been following my story closely on new sites and other blogs you may have come across this person quite a bit, he’s been a one man army trying to spread doubt about what happened and what I did, albeit very unsuccessfully.

Anyway one can deduce that the death threat and the comments have been written by one and the same person too, having to big yourself up as some sort of gangster on the internet, is well, quite pathetic really. The last comment this rather “scary” individual left, would I think qualify quite easily as a menacing threat, certainly more menacing than any Tweet I ever sent, have a look:

Oh dear oh dear John.You think I was bigging myself up and all mouth like you.When the time is right I will give you my name and you can do your background checks.The police won’t be much help as they will probably suggest you leave the country,which is no veiled threat it just that I know how they will be.Go up to the most senior ranking detective in plain clothes and show them all this so they can see exactly who it is you are calling a cunt and a fuckwit and hear their advice.I haven’t threatened you and if I had you would know it as I would leave you in no doubt.I gave you an end to this but you decided not to take it and keep it going.Seems you don’t want this to end in peace

Now, far be it for me to play a game of tit for tat and report this to the police, what I am going to do Mr high and fucking mighty is call your bluff. Prove you are who you say you are or shut the fuck up and stop making the criminal underworld look like a bunch of nancy boys by bigging yourself up on the internet. You wouldn’t know what the truth was if it was rammed up your sphincter with a hydraulic jack hammer.

Well done, you got a blog post all of your own, you now join my gallery of cunts. You obviously aren’t as educated as you believe you are, the irony is not lost on me that you’re here, moaning and bitching about me being some sort of coward because I made a threat on the internet, and then doing exactly the same thing.

If you don’t like what you read here, feel free to stop visiting, if you believe what you see here are fabrications then you’re very welcome to start your own blog and provide evidence there. You’ll struggle, and should you need any help with any documents please feel free to let me know and I’ll provide them.

Oh, one more thing… YOU’RE A CUNT!

Well, hello there! Remember me? I bloody hope you do! New to my site? Welcome! Welcome! I’m sure you’ll have noticed when I express my anger via writing I tend, on the odd occassion to use profanity. You have been warned. Ok?

Right before I crack on, a little joke with no punchline…

Have you heard the one about a failed and possibly crooked businessman trying to open a business in Bexley assuming he’s going to get planning permission because his daddy is a councillor in Bexley? No? Well I suggest you go here and read all about it. Yeah it’s a crap joke but it’s Bexley related.

If you’ve been following the trials and tribulations of one John Kerlen/Olly Cromwell you’ll know that for the last 8 months I have been gagged by way of my bail conditions which prohibited me from making any mention of Bexley council, Bexley councillors and Bexley employees in case one of the poor dears heard or read a word that might actually kill them. No really. I’m not lying, well apart from the death by pixel bit. I can now breathe easy, bail conditions have been lifted as I have now been prosecuted and sentenced.

There is far, far too much to blog about in one post, so for tonight and tonight only you’re getting a breakdown of today’s event (sans any profanity). By breakdown I mean a very short summary of my sentence. So without further ado…

12 month Community Order where I have to work 80 hours unpaid
A 5 year restraining order
I have to pay prosecution costs which amount to just over £600

See? Short and simple. An appeal has been lodged against the verdict, naturally. So the battle has just begun. Over the last few months and in particular the few weeks between my trial and today’s sentencing there’s been a lot of rumour and speculation as to what I actually did. I will be setting you straight over the next few weeks* there is far too much to write about and get it into one coherent blog post.

* This is subject to change pending the arrival of Olly Jnr who is due in a few days time.

Once again I find myself having to thank so many people, for the hundreds of messages of support, for all your offers of help and for all your offers of helping me wih my legal fees. It really is much appreciated, and very humbling…

Thank You.

Normal foul mouthed blogging service will resume soon

Holy Mary Mother of God! Overwhelmed is such an understatement as to how I feel right now the response to the verdict on Friday has been, shall we say… FUCKING HUGE!

As I have been brought up to do it is now an opprotunity to say thank you to each and every one of you who have spread the word about my plight. Even those of you who say I deserve my punishment, thank you.

I lost control of my mentions on Twitter early Friday morning and I’ve not been able to keep up, now I know how celebrities with hundreds of thousands of followers feel. It’s not particularly pleasant, you see I feel rather guilty and rude not replying to each one. So for that apologies.

What I have noticed though is there seems to be a lot of confusion about what’s happened to me, without going into too much detail (because of my bail conditions) I thought I’d try and set you all straight.

In October of last year I posted two Tweets. One of which contained the word CUNT, and a picture. The other was a throw away comment referencing that picture. At the end of October I was arrested for non violent harassment and was subsequently found not guilty because the prosecution could not find evidence that I was guilty. I was placed under bail conditions that severely restricted my freedom of speech before that trial and I am still under those bail conditions.

Instead of leaving the matter there the prosecution changed the charge to a contravention of Section 127 of the Communications Act of 2003. The trial date was set for 14th February of this year and was postponed until the 13th April. Which is where all this started.

I was found guilty of sending said communication, and the judge in her ruling (paraphrasing) that she found the wording of my tweet grossly offensive and menacing. So yes I was convicted of using the word cunt and I was convicted for a throwaway remark on Twitter.

Some of you think this throws doubt on my credibility and you’re more than welcome to that opinion, but there is a lot more detail I cannot add to this post because to do so would effectively result in me ending up in the cells again. It’s happened to me once already where I was jailed for breaching bail (which I was subsequently found not guilty of).

You can and will find quite easily on the internet a lot of literature about what’s happened to me over the last year. I’d suggest you start with Malcolm Knight’s blog. Malcolm has been blogging on similar topics as I and is a lot safer for work. Until I am allowed to speak freely again that’s about as much detail as you’re getting from me.

That said, if you go through this blog, you will see this prosecution is not about me swearing. It’s about a bigger issue than that, it’s about how your taxes and such like are being abused by local councils. They have free reign with the money they take from you with force. (Try not paying taxes).

I will at a later date publish a proper timeline of all that’s happened since March of last year. Yes this has been going on for over a year now. It’s not just something that’s happened out of the blue.

Would I do it all again? You bet your fucking arse I would.

The statistics for this blog and other blogs that deal with similar material have gone stratospheric, additionally I have gained hundreds more followers on Twitter and a few more supporters elsewhere. I understand that, that comes with a bit of responsibility, so I’m going to, while the spotlight is shining on me and elsewhere ask you to do something, not only for me, but for you, for your neighbour, hell for everyone!

Start digging around your local council, view their online accounts, question EVERYTHING. Use the FOI Act, use Google, use Companies House, attend council meetings, go and take part in the democracy that is avaiable to you, you will soon realise we are no longer anywhere near living in a democracy and then GET FUCKING ANGRY! I did. It may end up in me having a criminal record and in jail, but you know what? It’s worth it! I know what I am doing is right. I may not go about it in the conventional manner but I know my intentions are noble.

Try it, and ask yourself where this government can make savings, instead of cutting the cost of something that is close to your heart.

Almost a year ago I received a “Prevention of Harassment” letter. To say I disputed the issuing of said letter would be quite an understatement. I disputed said letter with police officer involved and I wrote quite a strongly worded blog post about said officer. To say I was a little premature with my vitriol would be wrong. Bear in mind we’re now sitting here a year later and there’s only just been a development.

Malcolm over at Bexley is Bonkers has finally heard from the IPCC. You see Malcolm, like me received exactly the same letter. When I say exactly I mean both letters were word for word exactly the same bar only our names and addresses. Sadly I cannot link to Malcolm’s blog as to do so would be in breach of my bail conditions. A link to his site does exist on my blog. It’s rather easy to find.

If you’re a lazy cunt, I have taken the liberty of nicking most of the text from Malcolm’s blog post from earlier today:

It was DI Keith Marshall whose signature appeared on the Harassment Letter (Form 9993) which both Olly Cromwell and I received in April last year. I was not happy with the suggestion that “criticising ********* at a personal level” is a crime. I was critical of that and Olly was even more forthright. I received an absolutely useless fudge of a reply to my complaint to the Directorate of Professional Standards from Bexleyheath police and referred the whole matter to the Independent Police Complaints Commission in November 2011 and I am pleased to be able to tell you that their investigation was far more thorough and honest than the local one. It would appear that DI Marshall was more the hero than villain in this disgraceful episode instigated by ******** and their *************.

That disreputable crew had contrived to get a file put before the Crown Prosecution Service that said I had encouraged the use of flaming torches, pitchforks and petrol bombs on ************ and Civic Offices. Never forget that it is Boris Johnson’s most admired local politician who was instrumental in all that. It was her who put my name forward, the police files say so.

Everyone who has kept pace with developments will know that everything claimed by ********* was an outrageous lie perpetrated by ********** on behalf of his ‘scheming cohorts’ but not unnaturally the CPS recommended I was prosecuted when they read the assertions. It was DI Marshall on the receiving end of the CPS advice who investigated the facts and recognised ********* lies for what they were. Without DI Marshall I may well have been banged up behind bars.

DI Keith Marshall felt obliged to do something under the overbearing pressure exerted by ********** and chose what he felt was the least damaging option, Form 9993. Whether connected or not I do not know, but he then went sick and is apparently still not returned to health.

So there you have it; is any more proof required that ******** is totally and utterly corrupt? It told a whole series of lies about Olly Cromwell and me, more than serious enough to get us locked up for a very long time. The Crown Prosecution Service fell for their lies and it was only thanks to the vigilance of DI Marshall that ********* did not get its way. All because they do not want residents to take an interest in their own council. All because ********** was prepared to tell the police… oh need I go on? The woman is totally beyond the pale as is anyone associated with her.

Fortunately I never criticised DI Marshall personally on Bonkers so I won’t have to make a grovelling apology, Olly has already Tweeted his. I have however been very hard on CS Stringer in the past. He failed to keep me informed of developments and it looked as though he had closed down the obscene blog enquiry prematurely. That provoked some dark thoughts but I am beginning to see just how evil, beyond all expectations, ******** has been and to appreciate the awkwardness of the Borough Commander’s position. I am beginning to see a grovelling apology one day soon.

When I fuck up I’m normally pretty quick to apologise. I’d like to make an unreserved apology to Keith Marshall for how harsh I was towards him but I really can’t. What I will do is give a very cautious apology to him for any distress I may have caused him. I cannot in good conscience give him an unreserved apology simply because no matter how much pressure he was under he should have done the right thing anyway. After all if we can’t count on the police to get it right who the fuck can we rely on? Kudos to him though for at least resisting as much as he could.

That said, my apology is a sincere one.

He has gone from a villain to hero…. for now…

I really do not know where to begin, I’ve been overwhelmed and very humbled by the massive amount support I’ve had over the last few days. To have a hashtag on Twitter dedicated to my trials and tribulations is fuck-awesome, but to have it trend in the UK is just WOW! Before I give you the promised update on the events of the last few days I really have to say a huge fuck-off thank you to every single person who used the hashtag, who retweeted and linked, who publicised my case anywhere they could, who contacted me via Twitter, email, text and phone call, you’re all fucking awesome. I cannot say thank you enough!

For a long while now I’ve been a little despondent about this hell in which I find myself, I’ve vowed from the beginning that I would soldier on no matter what and I have been resolute in my belief that I have done no wrong. I am despondent no more, to see people of all political affiliations support me is something I didn’t think would ever happen.

In case you’ve not seen it before I live and die by two sentences which for me encompass exactly what freedom of speech is all about.

The right to be offended.
The right to offend.

I’ve often been told my message would be a lot stronger if I didn’t swear so much, this is possibly true, but that said my blog is my blog, it’s my way of venting against what I believe to be a very corrupt political system. For my thoughts on swearing you can click this link.

Right enough arsing about with soppy thank-yous and such like and on with the promised update:

I reported to Bexleyheath Police station at the arranged time of 14:30. As is the norm at Bexleyheath too many “customers” and not enough staff at the front desk. After announcing myself to the desk I waited a further 20 or so minutes before 2 lady police officers appeared and took me through the police station. They informed me that I was being placed under arrest as I had breached my bail conditions. They also advised me that Bexley Magistrate’s Court was closed and they would be driving me down to Bromley Magistrates Court. I assumed this to mean that they would be taking me straight to court.

We arrived at Bromley Police station where I was “processed” and then given a chance to contact the duty solicitor. After contacting the solicitor who informed me that it was very strange that I was being interviewed for breach of bail conditions I was put back in my cell again. When the duty solicitor arrived they advised me to give a no comment interview. I did as requested, much to the irritation of the two Bexley police officers. It turns out a concerned member of the public reported me to the police because they believed I’d breached bail. As is usual with Bexley Metropolitan Police they took someone’s word as gospel without doing any further enquiries.

Because the Bexley officers had insisted on interviewing me I missed the magistrate’s court and was required to stay overnight in the cells. I was informed that I would be appearing in virtual court first thing in the morning and led back to my cell. (Question; Why the fuck do they not supply toilet paper or blankets?) After a cold, long and rather lonely night I was informed in the morning that they were not able to contact my solicitor. After a wait that seemed to last forever I was informed my counsel was at Bromley magistrate’s and I could have a consultation with them ia video link. After a quick discussion with them I was led back to my cell to await my turn in virtual court.

After a short wait I was led to the virtual court room ready to face the magistrate. It was quite clear from the beginning that the magistrate believed I had not breached my bail conditions. The prosecution was insistent I had and the magistrate instructed them to prove it or she was going to find in my favour.The prosecution couldn’t prove I’d breached bail conditions and the magistrate ruled I had not breached my bail conditions, she has however made my bail conditions less vague and a lot stronger and saying what they are here would ultimately lead to me breaching them.

The magistrate said I was free to go. However I was led out of the court room and straight back to my cell and advised that the were just going to do some paperwork. Let me make this clear. I was declared a free man but the police proceeded to lock me back in my cell. I started to get rather frustrated after a while and near on an hour later I lost patience and rang the buzzer and demanded to be released. They responded pretty quickly and released me to get all my possessions back. No paperwork was ready. I asked for a lift back to Bexley and was told I had to find my own way home. I told them they were bang out of order considering I was dragged there for no reason whatsoever.

Pretty mundane stuff really as a story on it’s own but if you take it in context with everything else that’s going on it’s pretty exciting stuff, if you’re me.

Once again I’d like to say thank you to everyone who has passed my story on, I’ve had a few media contacts and there are no doubt a few more to come.

A REMINDER. MY ACTUAL TRIAL IS SCHEDULED FOR THE 13TH APRIL 10AM AT GREENWICH MAGISTRATE’S COURT. FEEL FREE TO COME SHOW YOUR SUPPORT.

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ADDENDUM: For those wondering, the reason I cannot tell you what my bail conditions are, I have been stopped from mentioning various things on social networking sites. Blogs fall into the grey area of the definition of social networking sites. To give my bail conditions on the blog would be a breach of bail. They haven’t stopped me from saying what my bail conditions are, they’ve just stopped me from saying what they are here and elsewhere.