I then wrote to the Chief of Police for Humberside and Cheshire and several other MPs and police and security services units. The letters can be viewed in the supporting documents to this book.

The outcome was that I was called to Macclesfield Police station to meet with a Senior guy, when I got there it was clear from the outset that they had no intentions of investigating the QSG or the Masons, it was a load of crap, I walked out and made my views clear, they were clearly Masons. Add a lot more detail in this section go through notes and other saved information.

One day there was a knock at the door, it was two police officers, they said they were here in relation to a EAW (European Arrest Warrant), it was regarding the old case in Spain, SOCA (Serious Organised Crime Agency, they replaced NCIS) had serviced the EAW, a police van arrived and also Evens arrived in his van and parked it on my front and went to Andys next door, several SOCA guys came into the house.

One of the SOCA guys was called Terry Couzens, he said they were on my side, and that I should get a good lawyer, he recommended to me to get a certain lawyer, he wrote it down in his own handwriting, he knew the name of the solicitor and the phone number, how would he know that in that situation!

I checked out this company and it turned out that they handled a lot of extradition cases, looking back on it they were a set up!

When I met with the lawyer Sian Williams, I told her that I wanted her to go back to Spain I asked her to phone the Court Number 4 in Marbella and arrange bail and I would go back right away. She told me that I should not do that and we needed to fight the case, I did not want to as I knew there was no case!

I showed her that I had a full copy of the case Sumario that I could not have unless the case was over, she was shocked and said I should not show it to anyone!

I showed her three signed statements that only the original judge had seen stating that Roy Rochelle had told people in Malaga Jail he did the Murder and where he put the body. Only The original judge in the case has ever seen these documents. Sian told me not to show them to anyone!

They did not want me to go back they wanted to wreck my life, I had all the information and evidence that proved I was innocent and they said I should not shoe the court and I should not go back, what a joke, Im going to sue them in the coming months for false representation and criminal negligence.

The barrister she chose was hopeless and the one she chose after that Ben Brandon was clearly a mason, this whole thing was a set up.

I sacked the legal team and got a new lawyer, but it was already deliberately messed up, I got a guy called Julian Hayes who we met at the Hilton Hotel, he gave us some very good advice and ideas on the case, we took him on, after the initial meeting it all went downhill we turned up at a meeting and was met by a woman called Leanne Balato from Australia, she was a nice enough woman, but was not that experienced with dealing with bent UK authorities.

Julian Hayes                   Ben Brandon
On one of my trips down to London Julian asked me to meet him at the Law Society for lunch, when I arrived Julian met me as you could only get in if you were signed in by someone who was a member. When we got to the counter they called Julian a different name, he never pulled them on it and signed in, I always thought this was odd and have wondered since if he is who he says he is, he has been disappearing in and out of one law firm and another ever since.

We had a meeting before the lunch, going over the case documents. By the time we had finished we were sat in a room full to the brim with lawyers having lunch, Leanne Balletto joined us there. I noticed a few times people at adjoining tables listening to what we were talking about, as I was mentioning the Masons, I thought then and do now that he took me there so others could hear the case without him breaking his oaths and disclosing clients material.

       

We were going down there and it was different magistrates each time so it was a complete mess, eventually we had the same one for a full hearing.

   

Westminster magistrates are a disgrace and not fit for purpose. The magistrate in my case at Westminster was completely a disgrace, it was so fixed it was a joke, she was a joke, she found out SOCA were lying and proved it, committing perjury, and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, she forced them to bring in documents and it was proven and then she never charged them and still went ahead, I want this Magistrate brought up on criminal charges for collusion to pervert the course of justice.

Jaynes farther gave evidence to the magistrate, hes a totally honest guy, councillor and vice chair of the billion pound business Humber Bridge, they just ignored everything he said, he was so disgusted after he said he would never talk to the courts again. They are a disgrace, they are not fit to do their job, they need sacking and the whole justice system is a mess and not fit for purpose.

The Bent Corrupt Westminster Magistrate Tubbs ruled I should go back to Spain, she needs checking out to see if shes a Mason!

   

   

The case was appealed and went to the Royal Courts Of Justice High Court in London. Jayne and I went to all the hearings there were many, it went on and on. When I eventually found a good barrister Mark, he told me they had already messed the case up!

My case was referred to the House of Lords, that meant that the case would be televised, it was to be debated and I was directly accusing the Masons, how many Masons do you think are in the House of Lords? Pretty much all of them! So they did not want to hear the case even though the High Court had ruled they had to! They just did not want me accusing the Masons on national TV of clear crimes. Next thing I heard was that they had set up a new court as the highest court in the land, called the Supreme Court and of course my case would not be televised or publicised there!

   

My case was the first case ever to be filed at the Supreme Court, first ever! My case went before the supreme court and once again they said I should go back to Spain and be extradited. The court gave a date that I should be extradited on.

Extradition UK to Spain:
I got to the airport alone, Friday 13th November 2009 (please note the date as you know its the date of the death of the Knights Templar, a mason day) met with a SOCA Agent after about an hour, he was fine, he got a call while I was there from some unknown (to me) person who told him that he would not expect me to be there, I was told by SOCA that if I did not go they would not look for me. This is what they wanted so they could have me on a rope and stop the launch of my political party. But I want this over so I can sue the governments organisations and individuals involved who have stolen from me and committed numerous illegal acts against my family and i.

So a guy and woman turned up from the Spanish side, we were talking for a bit over coffee when the Spanish cop asked when I would be arriving as it was getting late, he thought I was SOCA too! We boarded the plane, no handcuffs and no problems, got off the plane and went to some court in Madrid, again no problems and no handcuffs, thats where the niceties ended.

I went before a judge who remanded me to prison, I was sent to Madrid Soto Del Real, I was put in a module where not one person spoke English, a lawyer came to see me who Leanne Balletto (who worked for Julian one of the lawyers in the extradition case) had spoken to but he was just a con man, he wanted £5000 upfront and told me he would help me in the prison to get moved to where others who spoke English were, he lied, good job we did not pay him!

It was a hard time as I had no cloths, money and could not speak to anyone. I was under threat all the time. Mental torture and cruelty is what it was.

Marbella Court 4
I then got told I was to be moved to Malaga, I was moved from prison to prison all the way down Spain locked in a steal room travelling for hours on end with no food water and in unbearable cold. I think it took about 7 days, first night was in a prison near Alicante, then moved to others I don’t know the names, I arrived at Malaga having spent over a week in transit, not once was I allowed a hot shower, when I arrived at Malaga the water was off at the whole prison and I did not get a shower for over two weeks, I was taken from Malaga after one day to the Marbella court in the state of not having had a shower for over a week and with no cloths and with flu and in an awful state.

On arrival at the court I was met by a translator and a lawyer who half spoke English, he told me to say that I did not want to change anything from the original court papers, I was in such a state I just agreed, I went in to the judge and the fiscal was there, the fiscal said he wanted 60,000 Euros bail, my lawyer laughed out loud, but it stuck, so I was taken back to Malaga, it turned out the lawyer is a personal friend of the fiscal, I appealed the decision and they lowered the bail to 6,000 Euros it took my family a while to get the money together so I eventually got out on the 7th of January 2010, with no money! Weeks of my life gone. I want to sue the law firms in the UK who represented me in the extradition case, i asked them at the beginning if they could just phone Marbella court and arrange for to give me bail and i would just go, they said dont do that. I will sue them for these 7 weeks in prison.

I contacted the lawyer who had represented me in Marbella and he said he could not represent me anymore without payment, he has since not responded to several emails, his name is, Juan Antonio Urbaneja Guerrero, 00 34 952 785 793.

I met guys from the British Drugs Mafia on module 4 of Malaga prison where I was. They ran the whole prison, I could sense that I was in danger, a guy called Edward Thompson, nickname Ted, told me that he was the only person keeping me alive, and he referred to me being a grass, as did my cellmate, so I knew everyone knew before I even got to the prison. Due to the fact that I was going to testify against others in there organisation Ted said that he would make sure I was not harmed.

I was told by Ted that he had been told that I was extradited for a book I had written about taking over the UK, he was talking about Humania, a few wanted to read it and know what was in it. So everyone was getting told a different story. Ted also told me that they had people who acted for them on the outside and in particular mentioned a guy from Fuengirola who had bought football kits for the Malaga prison team. This was there way of getting the prison on their side. He told me the guy was called Norman.

Ted was running module 4, bringing in all the drugs and mobile phones, he is still running drugs outside using mobile phones to communicate and he recruits people inside that are getting out to help him. When I got bail Ted offered me an apartment cheap and as he had protected me in the jail I thought it would be OK, I also did not know anyone on the coast and did not have enough money to pay for a new rental with the deposit. Ted appeared to have a lot of places and is wealthy, he got caught with 140 kilos of cocaine! I took the offer as I had no money and nowhere to stay.

Ted told me that it was six hundred per month and that I did not have to pay a deposit, he gave me a number to phone of a lady (his wife) called Hakima, to sort out the details of the apartment, I called her an arranged to meet her in San Pedro, she turned up with a man who I had seen in prison who sat with Ted every day called Gary Jacks, Gary was in the same cell as Ted and acted as a body guard, he was in prison for murder and had told several people including me that he was a hit man for the British Drug Mafia.

   

Gary and Hakima then took myself and Jayne up to the apartment 45 block E, Terrazas Del Sol, Estepona, Malaga, 29680. We said we would take the apartment and agreed to meet with Gary Jacks the next day and give him the money six hundred pounds, when we moved in we realized that there was no water on and it took nearly a week to get it put it on, the apartment was in a mess, every socket in the place had been removed, it had been systematically searched by someone, I conducted my own search and found 8 ecstasy tablets tied up in a durex down the side of the settee and flushed them down the loo, I was already regretting moving in and sent a text to Ted to tell him of my dismay!

I got no reply, so I contacted Gary who was receiving calls from Ted none stop and doing things for him, I met Gary at Puerto Banus and while I was with him Ted called so I ask Ted for a month’s free rent for the state of the apartment and the problems we had had and also that after the months rent free I would only be willing to pay four hundred a month due to the state of the apartment, I said it was either that or I would have to move out.

Ted agreed to what I asked and told Gary, Gary confirmed this with me and Jayne later. Gary took me to the Robin Hood pub on our way back from Puerto Banus, this was a Drug Mafia pub and always has been, I met all the guys that owned this pub when I was in Malaga Prison in 2008 they had all been arrested for tons of marijuana, the whole crew about 10 of them and it included guys all over Spain. When Gary took me here I knew he was manipulating a situation for the British Drug Mafia relating to me, he asked me to wait outside. He said it was relating to his wife who he had tried to kill and was still trying to! Nice people these British Drug Mafia Crew!

I had decided to look for a new place to live away from Teds place, so I could get on the internet, and found a place and paid the money in advance, the day before I moved the bell rang on the door of the apartment, I looked through the spy hole and it was Hakima, so I opened the door, as soon as I did two big guys rushed in from round the corner one wearing a motorbike helmet and body armour, they started shouting at us saying that we owed them money, one thousand euros, we had no money and we did not owe them any money, we did not even know who they were, Hakima left the apartment, they held us there and made phone calls to someone and received phone calls, we were both terrified, they said they wanted the laptop and also took our phones, I said to them if they took the laptop I would go to the Police, they were being very intimidating and shouting at us, they said they would shoot me if I went to the police, the blond guy with shoulder length hair and a London accent said he would put a bullet in my nut if I contacted the police.

The blond guy instructed the guy with the helmet on to show me his gun which had a black handle, semi automatic type gun. The guy with the helmet on threatened to tie us up if we did not cooperate and the blond guy told us that the helmet guy was wanted by the police and that they had both been in jail.

After holding us against our will for a while and intimidating us, they told us to pack all our stuff and leave the apartment, we did this and they took the keys off us and the laptop and phones. When I went out on the balcony I saw Hakima waiting below in an X5 silver BMW estate car, with what looked like Teds son, the two men went down and got in a small silver car and followed Hakima out of the complex and left us there.

All the time we were in the apartment the men were receiving instructions from someone by phone.

I believe that they were watching us and knew we were moving out and only came to get the lap top because they were aware that my case files were on it and that it implicated members of the British Drugs Mafia and also named SOCA agents who could also be in danger. They never asked us to empty our pockets or look at my wallet or anything else to get money this is why we know they just wanted the laptop.

While the two guys were in the apartment they named Gary Jacks and said we could get the laptop back of him if we paid 1000 Euros which they know we dont have and dont owe, we contacted Gary and he says he knows nothing about it but that can’t be true because they used and gave us information that only he could have known.

I stayed there for about a month, it ended badly, I guess I should of known but I had nowhere else to go. I found out that the property was embargoed by the Marbella courts as proceeds of drug trafficking by Ted and his son.

I managed to get a local guy to move in with called Birtie at the same complex. I got my website business going again, and just about managed to survive. I spoke to Wensley Clarkson (well known costa del sol reporter and writer) he said he could get a lot of money for me for the story, he flew out here, wined and dined me, then after he had already told us the papers were going to run the story turned around and said they dont want to, he was stopped by someone! After a while Birtie sold the apartment we were in and i moved to another apartment with him, This apartment was at Jardines del Albaicin, Bel Air, Marbella.

   

   

I started to get work here and took a job for a company called Costa Property Shop, from a guy called Phillip Murphy, I started doing SEO work and eventually did a new site for his business. I then moved again to a villa as a live in helper just to survive, and to get closer to civilisation as where I had been since leaving Malaga prison was in the middle of nowhere! The villa was owned by a guy called John he owned a few properties in and around Benalmadena and he was a Mason. This move was a set-up, by the Masons to get me where they could watch me.

Fuengirola, Costa del Crime:
I soon figured it out and as I got more work and income I moved again eventually ended up in Fuengirola town centre.

As I was leaving Malaga prison in 2009 the conditions were that I had no passport, but the prison gave me the passport, actually I had two, one with the court now that I gave them later and another old one, both are out of date but they did not know that. I have been told by the court that they wanted me to disappear so they didn’t have to deal with the case. I had to sign at the court every 1st and 15th of the month which I have from then until now.

While in Fuengirola Just before Christmas 2011 a court official asked me not to come and sign, he said I did not have to, his name was Luis (Marbella) hes a guy, his number was 00 34 951 975 328, he said the case was over, I pushed him on the point, pointing out that if I did not have to sign and it was over I want my 6,000 Euros bail money back. You need to ask yourself was this an attempt to make me go away at this point! Or get me not to sign for some strange corrupt reason.

Luis called the court in Malaga Audencia Provincial, seccion 1, tel 00 34 952 823 964. They said they have never heard of the case and have no documents relating to the case. It took over a month to find this out, Luis (off his own back) then made up a separate pack and sent it to them and gave me a copy of the currier form to prove to me that this had happened, I signed the papers on the back page before they went, but I have no idea what it was I signed. Another Spanish court joke system!

I have since had Prisoners Abroad (PA) contact them, a lady called Elena Gonzalaz from PA tel 020 7561 6820, private line 020 7561 6861, she said that they are now aware of the case, but I have no information about the case and no lawyer. It had been three years at this point, but they had to destroyed my life to urgently get me back to Spain for a case that does not exist and that has nothing to do with me! I want to sue the Spanish government and British government for this clearly for ever!

The bar at the bottom of our road was the Old London Pub, it was full of UK villains and traffickers, I got in with them to start, and SOCA agent were turning up to check me out, I pointed them out in the bar openly! They ran a system in this bar where a Romanian mafia guy called Alex ran the selling of drugs through the bar and Fiasel the owner stayed out of it so if it went wrong they did not lose the bar, but they were in it together and the bar had a crew, it was a British Drug mafia den.

I was finding out a lot about what was going on in the drugs trade in Fuengirola, a guy called Jordy who was part of the muscle at fiasels bar introduced me to some guys who were selling porn online, they wanted a new site, they were trying to build their own and could not get it right. Jordy told me they had a lot of money so when they asked me at a meeting in Fiasels bar I said I could do it for them but it would not be cheap, I quoted them 12,000 uk ponds and stuck to it, they paid the full price. They took me out for loads of meals and they even lent me a Humber car to drive round and wanted me to be on their crew. I clearly would not be! Nick, Nicholas Griffin ADD DETAILS

   

With the money from this job Jayne and Alex moved out to be with me, Alex has missed his last year of school because of this whole mess. Ever since I have been here I have been followed and had my phones bugged. In Fuengirola someone from the British Drug Mafia has gone round telling everyone not to do business with me because im a grass and that if they do business with me they will be harmed.

As I was leaving Malaga prison in 2009 the conditions were that I had no passport, but the prison gave me the passport, actually I had two, one with the court now that I gave them later and another old one, both are out of date but they did not know that. I have been told by the court that they wanted me to disappear so they didn’t have to deal with the case. I had to sign at the court every 1st and 15th of the month which I have from then until now.

Just before Christmas 2011 a court official asked me not to come and sign, he said I did not have to, his name was Luis (Marbella) hes a guy, his number was 00 34 951 975 328, he said the case was over, I pushed him on the point, pointing out that if I did not have to sign and it was over I want my 6,000 Euros bail money back. You need to ask yourself was this an attempt to make me go away at this point! Or get me not to sign for some strange corrupt reason.

Luis called the court in Malaga Audencia Provincial, seccion 1, tel 00 34 952 823 964. They said they have never heard of the case and have no documents relating to the case. It took over a month to find this out, Luis (off his own back) then made up a separate pack and sent it to them and gave me a copy of the currier form to prove to me that this had happened, I signed the papers on the back page before they went, but I have no idea what it was I signed. Another Spanish court joke system!

I have since had Prisoners Abroad (PA) contact them, a lady called Elena Gonzalaz from PA tel 020 7561 6820, private line 020 7561 6861, she said that they are now aware of the case, but I have no information about the case and no lawyer. It had been three years at this point, but they had to destroyed my life to urgently get me back to Spain for a case that does not exist and that has nothing to do with me! I want to sue the Spanish government and British government for this clearly for ever!

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