What a charming looking chap
NOT

This is slightly off topic, but my story illustrates how only too easy it is to tar somebody with the ■■■■■■■■■■ brush.
A few years ago I had a nervous breakdown, lost touch with reality completely, went into a very dark place for quite a while. The upshot was that I lost my house, self respect everything. Only had 2 years to go on the mortgage to! Lost the lot, though I don’t go back there because what’s done is done, I cannot turn the clock back so I live with it!
Once I had been evicted and a former neighbour found me sleeping rough I was ‘rescued’ so to speak, I had to own up to all my debts and all that other stuff.
I was now homeless and put into what they charmingly called ‘general housing’, in this case a pub that I used as a kid that had been converted into flats. On my landing alone there was me, a complete reclusive by this time, only driven out by the need to eat, drink (tea) and smoke, a paranoid schizophrenic, you never new whether he would say hello or punch you, and a drunk, a very noisy dangerous drunk, puts the chip pan on and falls asleep type drunk. Downstairs were 2 more drunks, one a foul mouthed old woman and her boyfriend a foul mouthed violent drunk old man, a junkie and a drug dealer!
You must forgive me here, I am no mamby pamby hoity toity stuck up bloke, but I was used to mixing with ‘Truck Drivers’!
Not the dregs or the scum of society, you knew where you stood with Truckies, even though I’ver met my share of physchotic, drunk truck drivers

The worst of the lot was the ‘Pusher Man’, all jelled hair, face full of steel piercings (looked repulsive
) designer gear, working full-time and claiming benefits, and of course peddling his filthy wares to 12/13/14 year old kids. Not just a bit of blow, but smack, crack cocaine and heroin! Come home some afternoons and there would be a queue of kids waiting for scumbag to get home from work.
I harrassed the hell out of him for nearly 3 years, until eventually he reported me to the ‘Ole Bill’ for harrassment!
I’d threatened him with baseball bats, I’d told old bill what he was up to, reported him to the benefits hotline and they (The Filth) arrest me
The best bit? They sent a ‘17’ year old dressed as copper to do it 
However, the yarn he told ‘ole bill’ was that I had a computer full of what arsewipe called ‘kiddie ■■■■’, probably couldn’t spell ■■■■■■■■■■ let alone say it
Of course there was no truth in any of this, I was more shocked that he would actually use this as a weapon, he was more than half my age, fairly fit, whereas by this time I was a bit flabby and could hardly breathe
But as the old saying goes ‘throw enough muck and some will stick’
He underestimated that weapon really because we were living in a town where I was fairly well known, so anybody that knew me knew it was bollox, but what about those that didn’t know me
They arrested my computer too
Apart from the usual ■■■■ that a single, middle-aged bloke has on his computer along with pics of trucks etc there were some pics of me in the bath with my grandchildren splashing about with granddad!
My daughters were both living with me at the time and there were 3 babies in the house, and I was up the road all week so they had the house to themselves, and the first thing I would do when I got home on a Friday night or Saturday morning was to lounge in a hot bath for a couple of hours, and at sometime during the proceedings the babies would end up in the bath with me, all innocent, but what would the cops make of it 
Well it seems commone sense did prevail, they never even mentioned them, I wonder if that would be the case now
Social Services haven’t got the SS initials for nothing.
Whats the difference between a Social Worker and a Rottweiler? 
With the Rottie you got a chance of getting your kid back 
They kept me remanded on bail for 6 months before not proceeding, 6 months of having to roll up at the cop shop to sign in, just like a criminal
And when I got my computer back a year later it wouldn’t work 
I like to take photos, mainly of my dog his mates and anything else that takes my fancy, but when I am near kids the lens cap stays firmly on
I no longer trust anybody any more, what a way to live your life eh 
The moral of this tale guys is be careful because you can say this about any one, you don’t need proof, just say it loud enough and long enough and some muck will stick
Some busybody somewhere will start flapping it’s gums
The only kids I trust now are those that are related to me 
And the endpiece 
The day after I moved out, after I’d threatened to stick a knife in his throat, the drugs squad raided his place only to find he’d done a runner
I’d only been telling them for nigh on 3 years 
So guys just be careful, and if you see a camera being pointed at you from the footbridge just before Dock Gate 2 in Felixstowe it’ll be me, no bricks honest
Just can’t keep away from trucks, just when I think I’m out they keep pulling me back in 
‘Crazytrucker’
**This has been edited to remove my first[zb]'s 