Now you know as I know and all hard working staff of Caswell still know, after my ridiculous meeting with this self-centred individual, Wood, full of his own importance, that he is the real ‘nigger in the wood-pile’ in all this, isn’t he, who criminally caused you, for his ‘famous for fifteen seconds’ routine, to write that final report all Cardiff judges, in turn, have been determined to hush-up ever since?
The expressions on the face of your Head of Caswell Clinic’s forensic psychology unit said it all, that day, as she suffered while the idiot ‘waxed eloquent’ on how I must be clinically mad for having flown to Australia at my age and all alone, the dammed fool.
Do you remember, Tegwyn, your truly competent in-house psychologist you had designated to me in order to assess my IQ and other things requiring those apparently crazy tests I dabbled with just out of reference to his specialist profession? He did leave me wondering, however, whether he was, while on the job, a ‘secret drinker’ when your equally concerned in-house GP then revealed his report of me while assessing my overall well-being in that frightening prison of yours.
Oh yes, my wife and very young daughter dutifully brought in my food and water each day as soon as I realised that any ingestion of medication during the three months meant my being further sectioned for an indefinite period.
He showed me Wood’s stupid September 2009 account of me recounting our meeting that was later emailed to Ruth Fanshaw for your hospital prison records.
Those records were then promptly seized by the South Wales Police for now Cardiff judge Richard Thomlow, as Crown Prosecutor to stop the fast arriving Barbara Wilding cooked-up machine gun trial before the equally wicked Judge Paul Thomas QC who knew from the very start by the way the ‘gun’ was brought in and out of court slung over an unarmed copper’s shoulder!
Remember Judge Thomas, Tegwyn, that similar piece of detritus as Rodger Wood, refused an investigation, asked for by the rest of the jury, of the police-plant amongst them hell-bent on dissuading the rest to adduce their ‘not guilty’ verdict decided by the end of the very first day of ridiculous police evidence. That recounting by nine of the jury in that pub, immediately after my acquittal is an indictment, alone, of the pure evil in your law courts.
Remember his equally corrupt mate, Judge John Curran QC (Quaintly Corrupted) and Judge Hughes refused you or your wife the opportunity , as my own defence witnesses, to correct my medical records without the need for saying why it was done.
You also knew, during the 1st March 2012 harassment appeal farce, that the 4th May 2012 Cardiff Crown Court trial, to come, would prove ‘breach of a restraining order’ was impossible as no such order was ever served on me in the first place!
Your London lawyer is to be summoned on the matter at my next hearing
My wanting you as a defence witness had, of course, triggered the attentive jury to write that fateful jury -note wishing for sight of court and custody records of the magistrates cell activity by Geoamey Custodial Services.
The CCRC now admit, only last month, that each version of the 1st December 2011 magistrates court file ordered to be released, on my equally farcical ‘harassment ‘ conviction, is completely different each time and still devoid of my defence argument that, in the rule of law, no one should be prosecuted when detecting or preventing crime.
That has now been shown to have been the truth with you being first blackmailed to write it, my never seeing the Judge Bidder QC/CPS port folio and now your unfairly being sacked and paid off to ‘get out of the kitchen’.
Judge Rowland quashing any such restraining order after the 3rd Restraining Order jury trial was to protect the original Judge John Charles repeatedly refusing me, ever since, to have access to a court to amend any purported court order in light of your new evidence.
Judge Paul Thomas made damned sure neither I nor Lord Justice Leveson et al, at my 2013 Criminal Court of appeal, were to know about its content either or see the jury’s revealing note to Curran in my absence for urgent medical attention.
Even the Sun newspaper’s vivid pictures and article recorded the extreme lengths to which I had to stoop when trying to get vital defence papers out of my prison cell or into court purely to be put before the jury.
A right bunch of shysters you mixed up with in Cardiff’s thoroughly corrupt judiciary did you not and could Enid Blyton have written it better, I often say?
You must be so relaxed now amongst a nation famous for what the occupants did for King and Country in the past two World Wars loosing more per capita of population than any other country fighting the tyranny of the Hun.
After countless attempts under FOI etc etc, following my acquittal and nearly eight more months of my life suffering the stench of a Welsh prison, I obtained what police allowed to be released to me by NHS (Wales) as my ‘medical records created whilst in custody’.
BUT their reliant Professor Wood ‘input’, to prevent the embarrassment of the already doomed machine -gun conspiracy going public, by having me incarcerated in Ashworth Securirty Psychiatric hospital instead, had been systematically redacted.
Instead of the Rodger Wood email to Ruth Bagshaw, shown to me in the September Caswell psychiatric assessment when no less than fourteen doctors were consulted to support you both, bugger the expense, his April 2012 version had the following removed:
Wood had relied on his ‘findings’ of ‘irreversible brain damage’ based on his unqualified view of your arranged ‘brain- scans’ at the Princess of Wales Hospital , Bridgend using, it now appears, with both the wrong soft-ware and wrong X-Ray machine.
Wood, the prime prat, wrote that from his ‘vast experience’ as an amateur week -end pilot with his gin-drinking set, he had to find some way of spending his ill-gotten gains at the tax payer’s expense, ruled that my brain damage was ‘irreversible’ to warrant my needing to be registered MAPPA category 3 level3 for instant removal from the community and even Cardiff prison to high security Ashworth or Broadmoor, for an indefinite period, because in his opinion not yours:
- Kirk had crashed his cub in the Caribbean
- flown all the way to Australia without a map and
- had been a long-term drinking partner of the actor, Mr Oliver Reed!
It is long over due for the tax payer, Tegwyn, for your London based Ewan Bright, solicitor, and myself to have that constructive meeting as to letting you back in and to blazes with the culprits they are all immune to prosecution under our antiquated HM Partnership convenient arrangement.
Remember, your solicitor had pleaded 0n your behalf for nearly an hour, in October 2013, while Barry police had me goaled without arrest nor caution, a habit of theirs, not to allow yet another jury chance to see the faked Professor Wood documents.
Remember , you were there as I had been refused attendance at my own hearing for a life sentence.
I am expected to believe that was the first time before His Honour Judge Neil Bidder QC, on 2nd December 2009, to try and get me silenced for good.
So what did your solicitor achieve to have my name then expunged from the MAPPA registry following His Honour’s next public discussion on 17th December?
Now with Judge Bidder in possession of not just Ashworth’s psychiatric report only achieved by Doctor Silver keeping his foot jammed in the crack of my cell door for 40 odd minutes but also having my equally damming specialist English brain damage specialist report acquired by Nuala wife of my dear old friend, Walter Sweeny, Vale of Glamorgan’s recent MP who had opened my one of only four, in those days, in Wales, Barry Veterinary Hospit
Never fear, Tegwyn, His Honour Judge Seys Llewlyn QC has taken the reins of the ‘runaway horse’, with his blocking my civil damages claim some six years now, in preventing the Welsh public ever knowing as to just which victim amongst them will be next to be dealt with your ‘Gulag card’.
His Honour Judge Seys Llewelyn bluntly refused, remember, release of 2009 MAPPA records all either concocted in Barry police station or at HQ while Barbara was, herself, rumour has it, was frantically painting my once owned 1916 replica DH2’s decommissioned WW1 Lewis machine-gun yet another different colour to try and fool the jury.
Incidentally, some police man had the task , after my acquittal, to paint her back to grey again as the Yorkshire Musieum had painted her not the black as at Farnborough and following prop breaking off mid channel. Barbara was using black paint to match my video on You Tube about the very first thing the jury was expected at the opening of the prosecution’s case.
The jury was then expected to be fooled by ‘foxy’ a police man behind the witness box screen pretending to be the police woman trying to buy her off my then wife about a year earlier over the telephone!
the next picture is the near 2000 mile route around the UK with Welsh police, often entirely alone contrary to common sense and regulations IF it really was a ‘prohibitive weapon’, hawking the ‘gun’ around desperate to bribe someone to tell the jury it was a prohibitive weapon!
The first comment I overheard from nine of the jury in the pub afterwards was:
“Why was the buyer not in the dock along side Mr Kirk? This prompted me, taking no part in the hilarious conversations, to ask my nephew to ask them at the bar why was it then ‘the seller’, also a prosecution witness, not also had been on remand in Cardiff prison for nearly eight months?
(To much of that to be revealed right now)
Our Genevieve drew this while waiting for the crooked Welsh lawyer, lost without trace, who took my £4,500 cheque for the transcript before it was snatched by the Welsh police , as they do with court exhibits when needed for appeals outside Wales.
Oh, I almost forgot, a quote from the Professor’s induced DR TW’s ‘expert’ report that almost caused HHJ Neil Bidder QC to have me locked away for life, without even a public trail……Now, can you lot not see we are far, far too late for Brexit dreams?
to be continued