TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD

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pretending I was a threat to them-the police, and that armed officers had to be deployed to calm me down
and sort me out when I then turned nasty and either shot myself, or they had to ―take me out‖ as I was a
threat to their officers lives, and the neighbours etc.
Which I suppose would have been better than to be found trussed up, like the 45 year old ex Tory MP
Stephen Milligan, [5] who was found dead in his London flat in 1994, in what would appear to be the most
embarrassing way ever, wearing stockings and suspenders with a bin bag over his head, an electric flex
round his neck and an orange segment in his mouth. Or like the death of the British spy Gareth Williams,
whose decomposing body was found in a padlocked sports holdall in the bath of his Pimlico flat on 23rd of
August 2010, with the keys being found ―inside‖ the sports bag, - eat your heart out Houdini! Or like that
of Roberto Calvi, alias ―God‘s Banker‖, when on the 18th June 1982, his body was found hanging from
scaffolding beneath Blackfriars Bridge, with his clothing stuffed with building bricks [the Masonic symbol
for the Ashler], and around $15,000 in cash still in his pockets!
Then some years later in 1999, I was contacted by the BBC again, by the same series producer, who
said they would like to make an update, and to see whether or not I had become a millionaire! I declined to
make the programme, my life had gone way off track since the last documentary, and as I‘ve already said,
my drinking and drug taking had overwhelmed me. I really had nothing I wanted to say, and particularly
didn‘t feel like confirming to the public that; ―Hey look at me, I‘m just a pissed-head!‖ Yet despite my
insistence in not wanting to make a second programme and much to my surprise, - I was in a sense
blackmailed by the BBC, yes good old aunty-beeb was more than prepared to kick me in the nether regions
if I refused to make the follow-up programme for her.
The series producer said to me along the lines; ―Well no worries as were make the programme without
you, using much of the abundant film footage we still have on you from the first documentary, and we will
then simply narrate over the top of that footage, and I‘m afraid to say David, that we will have no choice
but to report what has really happened to you since the last programme...‖ He then paused, and told me to
think about it, adding that if I did agree to make the follow-up, I would be allowed to say what I wished
and they would not really be interested as to what I had truly been up in the previous 10 year or so gap
since making the last programme, despite threatening me that they would do so if I said no.
You could have knocked me down with a feather, - I thought; ―Bloody-hell, even the BBC are out to
screw me!‖ They could have brought up the issue of my involvement in the £1,000,000 fraud, my
conviction for Violent Disorder for the boat incident, and the GBH charge on the policeman even though I
was not guilty of that charge and proved so. I had long wanted to put my pass behind me, my then
estranged son was more at an age where he could understand what‘s going on, and I didn‘t like the idea he
might have felt embarrassed or could have teased about what I had been involved in if it leaked out I was
his father, and despite all this, I was still trying to combat my drink and drug addictions. I was in no mood
to start performing to a bunch of masochists, but I felt backed into a corner and had no other choice but to
agree to make the programme, and so we did. It was simply a whitewash over my past and not what had
really happened to me in that time.
We ended up filming it down my old mate‘s hotel, known as Fatty Towers in Margate, Kent. He‘s
name is Douglas Trendle alias Buster Bloodvessel, the lead singer of the band Bad Manners who had a
string of hits during the 1980‘s with songs such as Lip Up Fatty, Special Brew and the Can Can. The then
new hotel was due to open and the documentary all help towards publicising the place. I moved in the
hotel and became its manager at one time, though it was like a madhouse down there and my drinking got
even worse than it was before going there to try and recuperate! Though it must be said I did have some
good times and laughs down there, as well as some bad. I had a gun pulled out on me by some bloke in the
reception, and previous to that, [so the incident could have been related], following some crosswords with
a local skinhead in a pub on Margate‘s seafront, he then crept up behind me, smashing a bottle over my
head and ramming the broken jagged end of it into my face, making a complete hole through my upper lip.
Many a time my mates would take the piss and chant: ―Lip up Fatty‖.
Fatty Towers specifically catered for larger customers, with features such as extra large beds, baths and
shower units, as well as huge steaks and meals. Sadly the hotel closed in 1998, and Buster moved back to
London where he currently lives on a house boat. I worked on the management side of Bad Manners and
help arrange various gigs and PA‘s etc. Though I was eventually banned by the band for my drunken
behaviour, and following an incident when Carol Thatcher was in her ‗Gollywog‘ mode of talking and was
rude to me, - so I gave it back to her as she did to me, - when out of the two of us, who do you think was
escorted off the premises? So I was barred from going to any other of the gigs as from that time. Doug
Trendle was also born in Hackney, and went to school at Woodbury Down, just up the road from the