I have been trying for weeks to take out a mortgage in order for me to leave this damn awful house that was violated by the police, as though it had been raped and the island, as I am so scared of the police now, I am agoraphobic.
I have done this without the knowledge of the trust and my family because I need to just get away.
But, I had a phone call first thing this morning from my bank relationship manager and he started the conversation with “I am sorry David, it is bad news”. It was all to do with total lack of information from the trust, as I just want to effectively disappear, with only my single friend and next of kin knowing where I was.
I have fought so hard for six years now and I am very very tired now. Enough is enough. If I cannot escape, there is only one thing for it.
Lets face it, this world is going to sh#t. Cancel culture, non existent transphobia, cancelling Winston Churchill, the list goes on and on. I do not want to live in this world
My father, brother, daughter, cousin and the associates will all have blood on their hands
This is, quite literally, the end now and I have to now give up. My only way out is the obvious. When this blog goes quiet, you will know when it has happened.
David's Diatribe 