This is the serial abuser Chris Bovey’s latest escapade – as vile, offensive and disgusting as everything else he’s been publishing about me since the end of March 2012. This is the true measure of the man.
I’ve kept quiet about his behaviour and the vast quantity of evidence I have about him but as I wrote last week, I shall not be silent any more. This is the sort of attack that I have been subject to on virtually a daily basis for nearly two years, all at the hands of the gang that Bovey runs and finances out of the profits from the sale of highly toxic, synthetic cannabinoids.
Just recently I’ve become aware of the way that so many women, similarly abused on Twitter, deal with it. They re-tweet. They display their abusers in all their shameful glory. That is what I’m now going to do with Bovey and his gang of trolls. I am going to publish all the disgusting abuse, blackmail, threats and harassment they have been engaged in, not just against me but against my family and my colleagues on the CLEAR executive committee.
This fake Twitter account, as you will see, has been set up in my name a few days ago (my genuine Twitter username is @TweeterReynolds) and has used a photo of me, copied from my Facebook page, which was only taken last Saturday when I was at a rugby match with my two sons. This has been superimposed over a picture of a public toilet and uses a ‘paedophile information exchange’ header which shows an adult having sex with a child. This sums up perfectly the typical behaviour and mindset of Bovey and his gang.
There are also pictures of Derek Williams and Mark Palmer (wearing his ‘dealer’ costume when we were filming a video). Derek and Mark are two of the longest serving and most respected cannabis law reform campaigners in Britain. Shortly I will publish an article detailing the abuse that Bovey and his gang have subjected them to. In particular, disgusting intimidation and threats against Derek and the most dreadful abusive bullying by Bovey in person which will shock any decent person when they read it.
I didn’t know what the NAMbLA logo was until I googled it. It’s the North American Man/Boy Love Association, a paedophile advocacy group. Perhaps Bovey got this idea from Greg ‘Cure Ukay’ de Hoedt. He spent six months posting messages on Facebook that I am a paedophile and posting forged sex profiles of me. I am hopeful of obtaining judgment against him in the High Court very shortly. There must be many people who don’t know the true character of those who set up NORML UK after their hijack of the CLEAR website and theft of our membership list. They have dragged the good name of NORML into the gutter in Britain.
There is a vast quantity of evidence of Bovey’s abuse which I shall be posting over the next few weeks.
Not, unfortunately, to me but to his lawyers.
Today, there was a hearing at the Royal Courts of Justice before Master Eastman. A Master is a junior judge who is concerned only with procedural matters. Bovey’s very pretty barrister, Yuli Takatsuki, applied to have my claim for defamation struck out on the grounds that my “pleadings are plainly defective” – and she succeeded.
In plain English that means that none of the issues or evidence were considered. My claim was struck out because I didn’t comply with all the highly technical wording that was necessary to have my case considered.
As Master Eastman put it:
“Pleading in defamation cases is a minefield for the amateur and Mr Reynolds has not got through the minefield.”
So I am immensely satisfied that Bovey has been made to pay. An order for costs has been made against me but Master Eastman has invited me to appeal to a more senior judge and I will. I may well be able to get my claim reinstated.
Master Eastman’s ruling, based on guidance previously given by the most senior media judge, the Honourable Mr Justice Tugendhat, effectively prohibits litigants in person from bringing claims for defamation. It means that it is virtually impossible without expert lawyers with access to specialist reference and law libraries as the requirements are so highly technical and complex. This raises extremely serious issues about access to justice under Article 6 of the European Convention on Human Rights.
If Master Eastman’s ruling is not challenged it will mean that any wealthy individual who runs a campaign of lies, abuse, harassment and defamation, as Bovey has against me, will be able to get away with it. All they have to do, as Bovey has done, is pay their lawyers to delay, obfuscate and divert the proceedings until they are struck out without the issues and evidence even being considered.
So this case is set to run and run. I am not about to back down. Bullies and cowards like Bovey need to be stood up to. There will be more days in court and, if he continues to hide behind his expensive lawyers, more big bills.
Also, now that I have done the right thing and tried to resolve our dispute in the proper way, honour has been satisfied. I no longer feel any moral obligation to hold back on the evidence I have about Bovey.
Therefore, in due course I shall publish the cast iron, documentary proof of his theft, lies, duplicity and his involvement in an international gang of “legal highs” distributors. This is where his wealth comes from by selling highly toxic and dangerous substances, mainly to young people. This is what has enabled him to organise and pay his accomplices to publish lies and abuse about me. In his own words, dated and time stamped, you will read exactly how he planned his campaign against me and the other people he has involved.
So, expect to see the usual crowing and celebration from Bovey’s sycophants and pet trolls. That will have died down in a week or so. Then I shall start to publish. I won’t indulge in the sort of oafish abuse which he favours. I shall simply publish the facts and evidence.
Meanwhile, concerning my appeal, “the wheels of justice turn slowly but grind exceedingly fine”. Bovey’s day of reckoning approaches and the consequences for him become more severe, the longer he tries to delay accepting responsibility for his actions.
It is absolutely ridiculous that anyone can be judged or penalised for holding their arm across their chest. The Football Association is a disgrace, promoting and encouraging such ridiculous political correctness. Shame on its weakness and paranoia for how it might be seen of it did not bend to the media hype.
Similarly, except for his closest allies, every commentator is scared to speak up for the difficult situation of Lord Rennard, probably a bit of a fool but undoubtedly the victim of manipulative and sanctimonious women, hiding behind their self-righteous feminist victimhood. There are two sides to this story.
All this is diversion, away from the issues that really matter to people. It feels suspiciously like rice pudding, sweet, satisfying, comforting. It’s what BBC and Sky do while the real news goes on in the background. You think this is what’s important or deserves your attention. Believe me, it doesn’t!
In 1983, the Israeli Kahan Commission found that Ariel Sharon bore personal responsibility for the massacre of between 762 and 3,500 civilians. Read about the Sabra and Shatila massacre here.
That even in the eyes of the Israeli state, Sharon was deemed a war criminal places his record in its true context. His body now putrefies alongside Hitler, Stalin, Hussein and Gaddafi in its proper place.
The only regret the world should have is that he was not brought to justice and hanged from the neck until he was dead. I oppose capital punishment but for monsters like Sharon I would gladly make an exception.
The British police have descended into almost universal distrust. No one except the most naive of pensioners now believes in the myth of the British bobby.
The disgraceful record of deaths in police custody and the absolute lack of action on it by the police, the IPCC or the government tells its own story. Mark Duggan’s murder, whatever sort of lowlife he was, is yet more proof, if any was needed, that the police are out of control and our courts and regulatory system are incapable of restraining them
Britain is a shadow of the great nation it once was. Chris Grayling, our so-called justice minster is systematically removing access to justice from everyone except the rich. There is no longer any trust in the law, let alone its institutions and least of all those, like Grayling and Hogan-Howe, who are in charge.
The banana republic of Britain is here.
I wrote it in Kuwait on the last day of a month-long assignment with the DDB Kuwait advertising agency, working on the Kuwait Petroleum Corporation account. Being so far away from home, woken early in the morning with the tragic news, made it all the more poignant. Later that day I flew back to the UK, in itself an extraordinary experience, the whole plane in mourning. The British stiff upper lip forgotten, so many people openly weeping.
Extraordinary events leave extraordinary memories.
At 7.00am this morning, having talked late into the night with the CEO of DDB Kuwait, I awoke in his house to the news of Princess Diana’s death, probably well before most people in the UK had heard. I remember the moment when I awoke to my alarm radio telling me John Lennon was shot and, when at the age of seven I walked across the road from school and saw a picture of the dead Bobby Kennedy sprawled across the floor, filling the front page of the evening paper. Now, today, the day I am to leave Kuwait, a day which seemed so significant already, has become a momentous day.
Overwhelmingly though, what matters is two boys, just a little older than my own, whose lives are shattered, who must feel so lonely, hurt and desperate at the moment. They need to deal with what none of us can deal with but also with the nation, with destiny, with the world grieving, angry, outraged. I cry for them.
The fairy tale is over and happily ever after was not to be. But our Princess can now achieve more than ever before. She has the ultimate victory over her detractors. She is triumphant.
Perhaps, more so because I am here, so far away, I feel this deeply. The mullah cries out as I write. I feel I hear him cry in mourning. I know that my country will be shattered. Things have changed. It will be so strange to fly back in tomorrow morning. I cannot imagine, cannot conceive the feeling that must be there. Talal tells me how he felt the day Kuwait was invaded. Now I understand.
Cry with me for the boys. Their mother is now, perhaps always was, an angel.
Nothing better demonstrates the venal, self-serving and foul behaviour of British newspaper editors than the abuse of Nigella.
Their corrupt, dishonest perversion of journalism and their subversion of the Leveson Inquiry is proven beyond any doubt.
Parliament established a judicial inquiry to investigate the culture and practices of the newspaper industry. It was found to be engaged in criminal and reprehensible behaviour at every level. Yet now, it has used its power to undermine our democratic process and return to the sort of conduct that all decent people find unacceptable.
The slimeballs at Scotland Yard also show their true colours, nothing to do with the law or justice, in a knee jerk response to the shrieking, baying mob of the Fleet Street mafia.
It is not against any UK law to use any drug except opium. You have to prove possession, supply, production or importation. There is no reasonable prospect of any charges against Nigella getting past the most junior court clerk. That senior police sources should even hint at such a course calls for charges of misconduct in public office. This is abuse by police officers when what they are supposed to do is protect.