Tuesday, 1 November 2011

The Stone Roses - JULIE JOHNSON (the blonde in the pic) - Sir John Franklin

Draft Version: (November 2011)

THE STONE ROSES are without doubt one of the best British bands of all-time. They are right up there with The Sex Pistols, The Clash, The Jam and Oasis and I knew that the first time I heard them.

I will never forget the afternoon I got a phone call from Ian Brown at the Sounds office in Covent Garden.

We`d never met but got on like a house on fire. The Roses singer phoned because he liked some of the stuff I`d written in the magazine.
He said there was a present in the post and that I`d like it. Like it - I fucking loved it. The gift was a dozen Stone Roses demo tapes and they blew me away.

As luck would have it the morning I got the tapes a band I was meant to review that night cancelled the gig.

I phoned Ian and we agreed to meet up the next day. When I arrived in Manchester I was met at the station by Ian and the rest of the band.

They had attitude and charisma as well as talent. We headed for the pub and three hours later we were sitting in a recording studio listening to various demo tracks.

I loved everything about them and thank god they seemed to like me. Pete and Andy were a nice couple of blokes, John was quite and a bit of a thinker, but Ian and Reni were like kindred spirits.
They were both party animals and shared my love of fast drugs.

We went clubbing and up I ended up staying for three days. I returned a week later with my photographer and sidekick Tony Mottram.

I did the first ever Stone Roses interview and sung their praises in the pages of Sounds magazine.

And weeks later I also wrote the first live review.

When Ian and the boys came to London they stayed at my place and played clubs like Dingwalls and the world famous Marquee Club.

It was a great period in my life and certainly my greatest rock and roll adventure. We would go to VIP parties all over London and mingle with celebs.

It was sex and drugs and rock and roll.

One night I blagged all of us us into a swish VIP party at The Roof Garden in Kensington High Street.
The club was wall-to-wall with famous faces.
Ian got chatted-up by Leee John of Imagination, the Roses were snapped with Spandau Ballet and about 100 people watched me have sex.

I was a bit of a `bird bandit` in those days and the girls at the record companies would jokingly call me a "tart".

I went out to the roof garden with some girl and didnt realise we were `performing` in front of a sort of two-way mirror.
The petition that separated the club from the garden was like ambulance glass - you could see out but not in...

At the time I was also writing a Gossip Column for Sounds and The Stone Roses were getting more name checks then any other bands.

I linked Ian with Angie Bowie and wrote that the band would be playing at The Sir John Franklin pub in East London.
And Thames TV sent a reporter - but in the end there was no gig - though the Roses did have a few pints at the bar and Ian joined me on stage for a rowdy rendition of "Bubbles".

At the time the Blackwall Tunnel boozer was `infamous` for being a lunch-time strippers pub...and its `funny` to think...that two years later...the then Julie Taylor - who on 23rd November 1990 would became Mrs JULIE JOHNSON at Brentwood Registery Office and now known as Julie Taylor Johnson...was performing at The Sir John Franklin as a sexy stripper...what a small world!

My ex-wife (the blonde in the picture) hates people knowing about her past as a PUB STRIPPER and that between 1992-2004 she starred in over THIRTY porn movies...but surely JULIE must be proud to know she once performed on the same stage as STONE ROSES legend Ian Brown.

The only difference he sung - she took all her clothes off - but as they say "That`s Showbiz".

If it werent for her x-rated performances captured in porn movies like `BASILDON BABE` and `The Shotgate Slut`...it would be hard to imagine that the 45-year-old bottle blonde now working at Sainsburys East Mayne Basildon is the same JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON...once described by her fans as the Essex version of Linda Lovelace.

Julie still looks fantstic for her age (at least 10/12 years younger) - and more then good enough for one more movie - so when I say "hard to imagine" - I`m not having a `pop` at her or being nasty - what I mean is...when your doing your weekly shop at a Sainsburys Supermarket in Basildon you dont expect to come `face to face` with a former porn star.

One night Ian and Reni did get up on stage with Punk Legend Frankie Flame at The Cockney Pride boozer in Leicester Square.

They also came close to being produced by old mate and Jam guitarist Bruce Foxton.

The Roses were not signed at the time but I was doing my very best to get them a record contract.
I took them to every major label in London but they all turned them down.

A great mate of mine was Hughie Gadson, a music biz legend who discovered Wham...managed EMF...and now co-manages Madness.

Now Hughie was a bloke I always looked up to and I did my best to get him to sign The Stone Roses.

But for some reason he said "no" and instead signed a bunch of losers called Ring Of Roses.

I was `gutted` when Hughie wouldnt sign THE STONE ROSES...as he was one of the `coolest blokes` I`ve ever met in my life.

Hughie had the charisma of Celeb gangster Dave Courtney and was a `party animal` second to none.

He was West End meets East End...a Public schoolboy - but NOT posh...Hu had been adopted as a baby...and his real dad must of been a East Ender...as he was a combination of upper class and Cockney charm.

He was educated, intelligent but at the same time very street-wise.

We were for a time like Bowie and Bolan...Rod and Ronnie Wood...Mick and Keef. We shared great times...women...drugs...and threw ourselves into the Rock and Roll lifestyle.

He was the leader with all the contacts and I happily followed...we shared everything...drugs...women...clothes and a mutual obsession with DAVID DOWIE.

Hughie was like the big brother I never had...we were best mates and nothing could come between us...I was `shagging` Rock Photographer Erica Echenberg...so Hughie bedded her...and to prove it took a naked picture of her sleeping.

He was seeing a blonde - a teenage Nanny from Malawi - from memory a Monica/Maureen Zonke - or something like that - so I shagged her behind his back - not literally LOL - and confessed a couple days later - and like me with Erica - he just laughed.

That is how close we were...he introduced me to a older woman called Niki Williams - she had a flat in Kensington - a 14-year-old daughter and a Au Pair - I was so impressed that I became `hooked` on her for a while.

It was a great 18 months/2 years - and everyone we met seemed to love CHARLIE - I had now fallen `out of love` with Speed and had moved onto Coke.

Looking back its a good job Hughie didnt sign The Stone Roses - as I`m sure the drugs would have killed us both.

Hughie had a flat in Paddington - the same block as Boy George and Marilyn. I was living my dream of fast drugs, meeting models and going to parties.

I loved going to Stringfellows, the Hippodrome and places like that...at one time I even blagged the job of Press Officer for The Video Cafe...a nightclub next to The London Palladium.

I was never out of the VIP bar or the gents. (snorting with Hughie - wannabess and celebs and having sex with various stunners - not kidding...one night I had a `encounter` with a Miss World contestant from Italy...NOT the winner - but she looked like Suzanna Hoffs from The Bangles - as I recall it did literally all `end in tears`).

She was proof that DRUGS can `mess with your head` - what was I doing with a black-haired girl?
My love of Cocaine saw me lose 2 stone in weight and friends like Pat Stead, Joanna Burns, Patsy Johnson were worried about me.

Now I said Hughie was `smart` ...when the partying got out of hand...he went off to Turkey for a long holiday - with Dan Higson - another mate and the brother of Comic Charlie Higson.

Danny paid for his holiday by selling a kiss and tell story to the News of The World about his affair with Bucks Fizz singer Jay Aston.

I will tell more about my adventures with Hughie G and Danny Boy in other chapters.

But for now back to Hughie...he was at my Wedding - turned up late...wearing black velvet shoes and matching eyeliner...still looking like a sort of Rock Star.

He`d only been there for about 10 minutes when he looked at me...raised his eyes and touched his nose...it was like the old days as we headed off to the Gents for a snort.

I`d been clean for about 6 months - but couldnt say "no" - but did restrict myself to just 2 lines.

I remember Hughie dancing with JULIE and saying "very nice"...but no way would I have shared her with my `Glimmer Twin`...top bloke and all that - but JULIE was "the love of my life".

The fact is - the honest truth is - I think I only took drugs on 3 other occassions during my marraige - I promised Julie I would give up - just like she promised to be faithful LOL.

The fact is Julie found it harder to give up SEX then I did drugs...In September 2004...I lost my job at the NOTW and had `money worries`...which I never told her about (wish I had now).

JULIE mistook my `suffering` with `bedroom stress` (I kept it private) as I didnt want her to know or worry...but with hindsight `it was a mistake`...as it meant she believed (wrongly) that I had gone off her.

She would at 22 Bridge Road - walk around the bedroom naked - saying "Not bad for a mum of three" and "I`ve still got it".

THE TRUTH is she still did have it - she looked great - but she didnt have any patience - just like she never had a conscience.

As I told both the boys - the best way I could - without being crude - or deliberately disrespectful to their former mum.

I said "She always had a strong need for Sex - it was like an addiction with her - and in September 2004 when I couldnt give her what she wanted...she got it from ian fleming and the pervert richard grimson - and I think - but cant prove peter tibbs junior"

Both boys know that she sacrificed THEM for her own selfish sexual pleasure - as I`ve told Sam and Adam she thought more of  `shagging grimson and all the others then she did of you`...SAD BUT TRUE.

But I didnt have to tell them that - they already knew - as ADAM told both SAM and me how he caught Julie and grimson in the lounge of 22 Bridge Road Shotgate Wickford.

It was 3pm on a Saturday afternoon and without going into all the graphic details - which appear in THE PUNK POET if you want to read them - ADAM walked in on his mum `half-naked` and having sex with her perverted boyfriend.

So as well as not having a conscience - Julie is also "guilty" of emotional abuse - as a Nine-year-old child should not see his mum behaving like that...that shocking image...which he reported to Sam and me...will remain with him for the rest of his life.

As will the fact that Julie Johnson allowed her boyfriend to violently threaten and verbally sexually abuse her children.
Julie not only condoned his vile behaviour - she covered it up - she supported grimson 100% (as did her parents).
She refused to protect her children by reporting the former pimp and self-confessed child abuser to the police.

And for-the-record...just as Julie ADMITTED at Southend County Court in March 2006 to starring in PORNOGRAPHIC movies...at the Divorce Hearing she CONFIRMED her affair with former pimp Richard Grimson of 40 Hyde Way Wickford Essex.

The fact is because of her `selfish behaviour` Sam and Adam lost out on proper Birthdays, Xmas celebrations and family gatherings because JULIE was a `sex addict`...harsh but true - she believed it was more important to have sex with other men then to be loyal to her family.

Proof of both her sexual appetite and self-obsessed behaviour - is that less then 6 weeks after my `problem/illness` ...rather then wait for me to get `better`...she was jumping into bed with both grimson and fleming.

Julie Johnson - aka Julie Taylor Johnson...between October 2004 and June 2005 became a serial adulterer - as I remind both boys - and they agree - if it wasnt for her selfish behaviour and craving for sex - at special family times like Christmas - the house would of been full of their mates and girlfriends...with JULIE hosting and all of us having a laugh.

We would still be a PROPER family...if it wasnt for Julie falling `under the evil spell` of grimson and prevost.

The truth is because Julie put the advice of dog ugly ginger slag sally prevost before her family - and her lust for ian flemming and richard grimson before her children...she has since 2005 missed out on both boys birthday parties...Xmas celebrations and meeting their girlfriends.

Now when their mates or girls stay over - it`s me who makes them breakfast - and it should of been Julie... but none of the above will ever concern her - because the truth is JULIE JOHNSON has no conscience.

Julie Johnson revels in the fact that men `fall at her feet` - she loves the attention...but doesnt realise how men think - they will say `anything` to sweet-talk her into bed - just like grimson, flemming, tibbs and the fat boy bullshitter.

Since 2005 Sam has seen her with eight or nine...including the fat bald ugly Gary...the `Face` from Canning Town...LOL...as he described himself to a gang of teenagers outside Wickford Tesco - adding "I`m best mates with Dave Courtney"...well...that`s not what they say in Stanford-Le-Hope/Fobbing...or Canning Town where the `proper people` have NEVER heard of the self-styled East End hardman.

But men - and remember I am one - will say ANYTHING to get a woman into bed - both grimson and flemming told Julie they would leave there wives for her...but fleming went back to his wife claiming she was suffering with a serious illness.

True pervert grimson did leave common-law wife Emma - (if you saw her you`d know why - as we are talking downmarket Waynetta Slob) but after a few months he moved out of the `love nest` they shared at 10 Carswell Gardens, The Wick, Wickford and moved back in with the `plain jane and mentally challenged` emma at 40 Hyde Way Wickford.

All grimson got from his affair with Julie - apart from the sex...was a present from his common-law wife who revealed he wasnt the father of their eldest child - HA HA...a visit from South London gangsters - where he cried, squeeled like a pig - and called the police LOL.

What did Julie get?
Well Grimson gave her a STD for Christmas...made her pregnant...but she didnt keep it...so sadly there was to be no `happy ending` for the former porn star and the child abusing pimp.

But I was NOT "entirely blameless"...

I was "guilty" of losing my job and briefly my interest in Julie - physically/sexually...(I still kissed and cuddled her all the time...said nice things) - because I NEVER stopped loving her - but with Julie it had to be sex and plenty of it - to prove you still fancied her.

I am still haunted by what occured in Sept/Oct 2004 (I should of tried Viagra LOL) because I have a conscience - so I suffer for my actions - and punish myself on a daily basis.

But JULIE JOHNSON has never had a conscience - so none of the above affects her - with me it was my children first, second and third.

Whereas with Julie - it was always JULIE, Julie, Julie - and where can I get a man to satisfy my needs - I am not knocking her for that - because as with drinking, gambling, drugs - SEX can be an addiction...or the constant need for it a iillness.

The fact is I was also "guilty" of refusing to have the `snip`...Julie was always on at me to have it done...she hated the pill as it made her put on weight.

I remember throughout 2003 and 2004 that she would go `on and on` about it...once even contacting the `snip Clinic` in Billericay...but I never got further then the Car Park...as I`ve always hated hospitals and anything to do with operations.

Julie was - and for all I know still is a `Sex Addict` - but I do `worry` - I genuinely do worry about her - what is she going to do when her looks fade?
She still is a sort of `stunner` - but one day she will wake up and look her age...it happens to us all...we aint all Kate Moss.

Without being rude I did see her in October - and she isnt what she was - but who is - LOL ? Julie is still `attractive` and not many men would kick her out of bed...not many do.

But she looked more Lisa Maxwell from `Loose Women` than Patsy Kensit...Julie has gone from being `girlfriend/partner material` to `one-night-stand`...though I`d still love a `quickie` or a long weekend away with her LOL.

So I do `worry` about her (15 years was a long time) - as I know how men think - as I stated in The Punk Poet - One Sunday lunchtime I was in The Bowers and Pitsea Social Club where three blokes were talking about her...and what I heard wasnt very nice or flattering.

I didnt know if they were doing it to wind me up - to get a reaction - or even if they knew me - but one of them was boasting how he`d had `Julie` ...described as the `blonde from work`...and lets just say the remarks would not of impressed her.

I looked at him and thought - "scumbag"...your thinning on top and you play Darts...a few years back Julie wouldnt of looked twice at a scruffy ugly bastard like him...but its a fact of life...that the older she gets her pulling power will decrease...it will be quantity over quality.

And for the first time in her life Julie instead of being the USER will be the one being "USED". She will be a washed up slut...a `has been`...like a top footballer whose dropped down to the Conference.

SAD but that is the way of the world - always has been - always will be.

When I first met Julie she was the `sexy young bit on the side`...having an affair with a older married man called Derek...now she`s fast approaching 46 (dob 12th Feb 67) - and never again will she be that `sexy young bit on the side`...or the `naked stunner in my porn films`...from now on she`ll be the older woman embarrassing herself by sleeping around and having numerous drunken one-night-stands with younger blokes.

But the clock and the truth will catch up with her - I dont want her to be a laughing stock - but she is as they say "fast becoming mutton dressed as lamb".

I`m not having a `pop` just being honest - as is my character - I am DNA programmed to tell the truth at all times.

When I first met Julie - she was Sixteen - something in my head `clicked`...but she was too young - and we did not meet for another 3/4 years.

The second time I found her even more `Stunning`...The immediate lust was instantly followed by LOVE (good writer aint I?)

But the truth is at the time JULIE was hanging out with what can only be described as fat, ugly, common, slags...a right bunch of bow-wows...the worst being sally prevost - who werent just dog-ugly she was also GINGER.

Now to be fair her `mannish mates/she-males` couldnt help being both fat and ugly as it was in their genes...and none of us choose our parents...BUT they were responsible for having filthy foul-mouths and no class - they lot of them made Vicki Pollard seem "classy"...they really were that bad.

I`m not a snob - and even my biggest enemy (hello Julie) would have to admit that like Reg & Ron - I`m old school when it comes to manners and never swear in front of women - I dont think swearing is big - it just means you aint got much of a IQ.

Mike Tyson was the hardest bloke on the planet - a animal in the ring - but outside he was a old-fashioned Gent who never swore in front of women or children.

Men who swear are mostly `thick` - but women who swear like troopers are just common - and I didnt want scum like that in my house.

I would from the start and throughout our 15-year marraige say to Julie "I took you away from all that" and joke "I saved you"

But there was a ring of truth...JULIE was the only good-looking, sexy...and more importantly - ALMOST - the only decent one...as her chavvy friends were Low-life...NOT the sort of scrubbers you`d want your sons to bring home or daughters to hang around.

Only one of her friends was DECENT and respectable - a Sara/Sarah - who worked in a bank...had a longtime boyfriend and unlike the others didnt sleep around.

But JULIE was when I met her hanging out with this motley bunch of scrubbers and under the influence of the Ginger slag prevost.

The full story appears in another Chapter - but before the wedding - my mum said - one of the few things she ever got correct "Watch her (sally) because she`ll do anything to break you up".

This was true - as before I came along - her and Julie were best mates - plus Julie had a car (prevost didnt) and Julie attracted boys in pubs/clubs (prevost certainly didnt)

My mum said "She is jealous and I can tell she wont be happy until Julie and you seperate...she will do everything to break you up"

So like my dad - my mum said many things - and like him - she once got it right...my Dad told me "never talk to a fat bird in the street...in case my mates see you talking to her...I would be so embarrassed"

For once my bastard of a dad was right - and regarding prevost - so was my mum.

The fact is after we married JULIE had hardly any contact with the fat slags from Walthamstow or the ginger dog...but somehow about a year before her affairs with grimson and flemming - Sally Prevost was back on the scene.

Ginger encouraged Julie to `cheat`...gave alibis to Julie...and these included the `scam` of attending the funeral of a Walthamstow fruit and veg man.

Seven times JULIE told Sam, Adam, Me "I`m going to Braintree to see Sally" - but each time she was meeting up with Grimson.

Prevost was in her element - (but `oddly` in August 2005) she spoke to SAM on the phone and ADMITTED she gave Julie alibis!
The phone was on Loud Speaker and Sam, Adam and me heard ginger admit "I`ve only seen her once since Christmas"

In June 2005 she even met Julie and grimson in the Beer Garden of a Braintree Pub - so my mum was for once in her life "spot on".

I think in 2009/2010 - my mum - against my wishes - attended the funeral of prevosts dad - as did Julie - she was in the same room and spoke to my ex-wife and I have NOT spoken to her since that day.

My mum betrayed me - as did my dad - when I found out he`d spoken to my ex-wife I also disowned the bastard.

In a war you can NOT be on both sides. You couldnt be in the IRA and the UDA - just like you cant be a nutruel - there is no such thing - grey does not excist - everything has to be Black or white - that is the way of the world - you are either FOR or AGAINST something.

I am by nature a life-long Liberal - but if a new Political Party was formed with the promise of rounding up all Social Workers and putting them in concentration camps with paedophiles and then sending them to the Gas Chambers then I wouldnt just vote for them I`d join.

I would never harm a animal or a pet - but social workers like all paedophiles deserve to die - they should be experimented on without medication - starved for a month - then either doused in petrol and burned alive or be sent to the Gas Chambers.

I know that sounds a bit too `soft`...and I apologise - but at the end of the day "you cant take the liberal out of my DNA".

I have explained everything to SAM and ADAM...I used the example of Rodney in Only Fools And Horses...when because of stress he couldnt perform in the bedroom department.

But unlike JULIE...his wife Cassandra was not a sex addict...and she waited...they went onto have a baby...whereas in October 2004 Julie jumped into bed with Southend football trainer ian flemming and former pimp richard grimson.

There is a funny side - LOL - cos now everytime we watch the episode of Only Fools And Horses where Rodney is having `trouble` downstairs - I can feel both SAM and ADAM looking at me...they never forget...as proved by the three of us watching the darts on SKY the other night.

Some fat ugly bald bloke from Holland was playing - I think a Michael Van Wergan...or something like that and Adam said "Look there`s her boyfriend"...to which Sam added "Yeah it does look like the fat c**t"

This poor sod werent just a fat ugly bastard - he also had a limp...and looked like a cross berween a disabled Shrek and grimson.

Back to Hughie Gadson.

Again the next time I indulged involved Hughie...this time it was at the Launch Party of ZIT magazine at The Phoenix Apollo - Julie was there - she was suspicious of the two of us `dissapearing` all the time - I think she thought I fancied him - and didnt suspect the use of Charlie.

The third time was at the funeral of a friends dad - I wont say who - as it sounds disrespectful - though it was my grieving mate who gave me the coke.

He had a bar at the back of his house - and about 6 of us were in there snorting Charlie - I was also given a gram to take home with me.

I only used it when Julie went on a caravan holiday with her friend - she spent a week sunbathing and I had a week of snorting.

When she returned on the Saturday morning I think I`d lost a stone and was still `high` - and recall staying up all night filming a party at her parents.

And the only other time I indulged was on a night out with my old mate Vere - at The Circus Tavern - we had a great night partying upstairs at the VIP Lapdancing Club.

I remember Vere was well impressed when I introduced him to Daily Sport Model and top lapdancer Zoe Anderson.

And the Gods Honest truth is that I NEVER touched any other drugs at anytime throughout my 15-year marraige.












Friday, 28 October 2011

Julie Johnson (strip-o-gram/porn star/love of my life)

When I first met my ex-wife she was `Sweet Sixteen` and a dead ringer for the actress who plays wild child teenager Lola Pearce in Eastenders.
It was lust at first sight on my part but it would be five years before we even kissed.



At the time I was a speedfreak punk with red and blonde spikey hair with nothing much in common or anything to offer a nice girl like Julie Taylor.



Believe it or not the 16-year-old schoolgirl was a lot different from the 21-year-old I became hooked on.



In those five years Julie had done a lot of growing-up.



When we were re-united she was having an affair with a married bloke called Derek and had just been named as the `other woman` in his divorce.



I also found out after we`d married that she`d briefly worked as a pub stripper to buy a car and had gone through a `wild child` period of only dating foreign boys.



She`d had a `thing` for Italians from Sawbridgeworth in Hertfordshire and what she called `sun tans` from The Ritzy in Tottenham.



The first time I met Julie I was speeding out of my head and five years later I was still using fast drugs.















Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Julie Johnson - Adultery Affairs And Fatal Atraction

The story of my ex-wife and her three affairs. She eventually admitted to commiting adultery with richard grimson and ian flemming but for some reason...always denied cheating with peter pud tibbs.

Toyboy lover tibbs worked with Julie at Sainsburys Superstore in East Mayne Basildon...his rat-faced brother-in-law tussauds boasted to Adam about the `affair`...then hid behind his wife when confronted by Sam.

In this Chapter I will reveal everything I know about Julie and admit my true feelings - that show - how in 2011 - I really feel about her.

Julie Johnson ( aka Julie Taylor Johnson )

Monday, 24 October 2011

Basildon Babe JULIE JOHNSON - aka Julie Taylor Johnson

This is my favourite movie and in this chapter I will reveal how I wrote, produced, directed and filmed Julie Johnson in Basildon Babe, a porn movie that adult film critic Nicholas Lightbown describes as "a classic of its genre".
It is also the first time I appear in front of the camera but without doubt Julie is the star of the show as she dresses up, strips naked and performs various solo sex acts on herself. The film climaxes with Julie giving me a blow job and us having sex.

We made many movies together between 1992-2004 but this is the best.



The adult film critic Nicholas Lightbown said of Julie`s performance in Basildon Babe "It`s pure filth".

He can be contacted on 07969258113.



The porn expert told my friend Toni; "I remember Julie from her stripping days and recall her being held in very high regard. No mean feat considering there used to be a wealth of strip pubs in Hackney, Whitechapel and Shoreditch.

I remember seeing her dance at both The Ten Bells in Whitechapel and The Tidal Basin Tavern in Canning Town"





Teenage Wildlife

Julie Johnson - Polaroid Pictures And Porno Movies

The x-rated story of Porno Star JULIE JOHNSON - aka Julie Taylor Johnson.

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Who Is Garry Johnson?

What makes the author tick and what turns him on?

I wish I`d been born a orphan - an abandoned baby found in a shop doorway because having selfish parents fucked me up.

My dad knew what he was doing when he walked out because he was self-obsessed and addicted to his own reflection in the mirror.
Throughout his life he didnt care who he hurt as long as he was happy.

Whereas my mum just left without malice but didnt think of the consequences or the repercussions of her selfish actions.

Together they ruined my childhood and almost screwed up my adult life but luckily I`m a strong character who always looks on the bright side of life.

My life was a roller-coaster ride with far more highs then lows and I enjoyed 99% of it because I never let things get me down.
The glass was always half full rather then half empty - but now is the time to get off.

These are the records, TV shows, films and people that helped me to defy the odds and have what I considered to be a happy life.



Portrait Of The Artist As A Consumer.

Personality Profile.

Records:
THE SEX PISTOLS - Anarchy In The UK
David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust
Adele - Someone Like You
Sinead O`Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U
The Clash - White Man In Hammersmith Palais
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band - Tomorrow Belongs To Me
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
The Jam - Eton Rifles
Squeeze - Up The Junction
The Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant
David Bowie - Absolute Beginners
Amy Winehouse - Love Is A Losing Game
Eva Cassidy - Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Bob Marley - Redemption Song
David Bowie - Starman
The Undertones - Teenage Kicks
The Clash - Bankrobber
Robbie Williams - Angels
The Business - Suburban Rebels
Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes
The Pogues - Fairtyale Of New York
Bob Marley - No Woman No Cry
The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset
Symarip - Skinhead Moonstomp
Frank Sinatra - My Way
David Bowie and Queen - Under Pressure
Oasis - Live Forever
Marvin Gaye - Lets Get It On
Bob Dylan - Joey
John Lennon - Working Class Hero
Elvis Costello - Olivers Army
Elvis Presley - In The Ghetto
Lou Reed - Walk On The Wild Side
Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run
Alice Cooper - Schools Out
Cockney Rebel - Come Up And See Me Make Me Smile
The Who - Substitute
Oasis - Wonderwall
Thin Lizzy - Whisky In The Jar
The Kinks - Days
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
Guns And Roses - Sweet Child Of Mine
Radiohead - Creep
Skinner/Badiel And The Lightning Seeds - Three Lions
Althea And Donna - Uptown Top Ranking
The Leighton Buzzards - Saturday Night Beneath The Plastic Palm Trees

Albums:
DAVID BOWIE - Ziggy Stardust
The Sex Pistols - Never Mind The Bollocks
The Jam - Setting Sons
David Bowie - Young Americans
The Jam - Greatest Hits
The Clash - Give `em Enough Rope
The Clash - Greatest Hits
David Bowie - Hunky Dory
Rod Stewart - Greatest Hits
The Stone Roses - Greatest Hits
Madness - Greatest Hits
Roxy Music - Greatest Hits
David Bowie - Aladin Sane
Oasis - Greatest Hits
U2 - Greatest Hits
David Bowie - Heroes
Blur - Greatest Hits
The Rolling Stones - Greatest Hits
The Specials - Greatest Hits
Bob Marley - Greatest Hits
David Bowie - Station To Station
Ian Dury - New Boots And Panties
Lou Reed - Transformer
Sade - Diamond Life
T.Rex - The Slider
T.Rex - Electric Warrior

Television:
MINDER
Only Fools And Horses
The Office
The Inbetweeners
Knowing Me Knowing You
Ever Decreasing Circles
I`m Alan Partridge
Gavin And Stacey
Fawlty Towers
Extras
Have I Got News For You
Would I Lie To You
Mock The Week
Never Mind The Buzzcocks
The Simpsons
The Sweeney
Eight Out Of Ten Cats
The Vicar Of Dibley
Not Going Out
Harry Hill`s TV Burp
Dragons Den
Miranda
The Last Resort
The Tube
Tiswas
The Apprentice
Porridge
Whatever Happened To The Likely Lada
Shooting Stars
Coronation Street
When The Boat Comes In
The Bill
London`s Burning


Radio:
STEVE ALLEN - LBC
Nick Ferrari - LBC
Richard Bacon - Radio Five
Hawkesby and Jacobs - Talksport



Films:
THE MAN WHO FELL TO EARTH
The Krays
McVicar
Lock Stock
The Long Good Friday
Outlaw
Essex Boys
Toy Story
Football Factory
Basildon Babe
Quadrophenia
Silence Of The Lambs
This Is England
The Italian Job
Get Carter
Scum
Sexy Beast
Green Street
Villian
Performance
The Jolson Story
Angels With Dirty Faces
Straw Dogs
A Clockwork Orange
Buster
Lady Sings The Blues


Singers:
DAVID BOWIE
Rod Stewart
Paul Weller
Bob Marley
Sade

Bands:
THE SEX PISTOLS
The Jam
The Clash
Oasis
Madness
The Stone Roses
Roxy Music
The Kinks
Rod Stewart And The Faces
Mott The Hoople

Sex Symbols:
OLA JORDAN
Susan George (Straw Dogs era)
Amanda Holden
Britt Ekland (Rod Stewart era)
Kate Moss
Twiggy (1960 cheekbones)
Annie Jones (Neighbours 1990s)
Ulrika Jonson
Julie Taylor Johnson (1990-2005)
Lindsay Lohan
Daniella Westbrook (pre-nose job)
Cameron Diaz
Wendy James (circa Transvision Vamp)
Sharon Stone
Patsy Kensit (pre fat ankles and bingo wings)
Denise Van Outen
Suzanne Mitzi (page 3)
Gwyneth Paltrow
Debbie Harry (Blondie heyday)
Olivia Newton John
Kimberley Davies (Neighbours 1990s)
Nina Carter (page 3)
Jilly Johnson (Page 3)
Angie Best (George Best era)
Angie Bowie ( Ziggy Stardust era)
Lesley Ash (before the lip botch)

Sporting Heroes:
GEORGE BEST
Bobby Moore
Mike Tyson
Alex Hurrican Higgins
Steve Ovett
Denis Law
David Beckham

Fictional Figure:
ARTHUR DALEY
Robin Hood

Heroes:
DAVID BOWIE
Rod Stewart
George Best

Funny Bastards:
RICKY GERVAIS
Frankie Boyle
Frank Skinner
Paul Merton
Jonathan Ross
Jimmy Carr
Jo Brand
Rob Brydon
Lee Mack
Sean Lock


Food:
MARMITE ON TOAST
Peanut Butter Rolls
Pringle Crisps
Tangerines
Chicken Soup
Jaffa Cakes
Tuna Fish
Boost Bars

Drink:
RED BULL
Tea
Coffee
Orange Lucozade
Ribena
Cranberry Juice

Books:
JOHN PEARSON - The Profession Of Violence
Dave Courtney - Stop The Ride I Want To Get Off
Colin Fry - The Krays
Piers Morgan - The Insider
David Meek - George Best
Jamie o`Keefe - Thugs Mugs And Violence
Garry Bushell - The Face

Drugs:
AMPHETIMINE
Cocaine
Vodka

YouTube:
CRACKED ACTOR - Bowie documentary by Alan Yentob/BBC
Garry Johnson - If Looks Could Kill


Teenage Wild Life

For five years I drifted through life, sleeping on friends floors and living on marmite on toast, lager and speed.
I was a 24-hour party person with a chaotic lifestyle of one-night-stands, fast drugs, hangovers and comedowns.

I lived fast and was tipped to die young, but the truth is I was looking for love.

I`d not been loved or been in love since I was a 14-year-old teenager. My dad was more of a heroic figure then a father and LK was just a schoolboy crush - a bloody big one - but still a crush - though at the time I was probably convinced that it was true love.

Then a chance meeting in an East London pub with a punk rock journalist - who is now a household name - changed my life.

I was convinced I could sing like David Bowie. At the time I looked like a wasted Rod Stewart and shared his taste in sexy blondes, fast drugs and football - but there I`m afraid the similarity ended.

Rod the Mod had the voice of a black American soul singer whereas I sounded like a Bethnal Green barrow boy.

My motto at the time - still is - "If she aint blonde she dont see my wand". I have always had a lifelong addiction to blondes.
It started with LK and just carried on from Susan George, Britt Ekland, Suzanne Mitzi to my ex-wife.

All my pin-ups and loves of my life have been blonde - bottle or natural it has never bothered me - as long as the colour is blonde.

Schooldays

What can I say and who really wants to know? We all probably look back through rose-tinted spectacles at our schooldays and think they were the best days of our lives.

So I will whiz through this period of my life as I dont want to bore you to death. I was born in East London and grew up in Essex.
I am a genuine Cockney born within the sound of Bow Bells.

My dad said my mum gave birth in the same hospital as The Kray Twins and Marc Bolan.

Does that explain my love of East End gangsters and Rock music or is it just another of his many lies?

I was a schoolboy football star - in my mind a white Pele and a Cockney version of Georgie Best.

What did I say about rose-coloured spectacles?

Julie Johnson - Lie Detector Test

Before I proceed I just want to say the following.

If anyone disagrees with a single word contained within the pages of this book then I make this offer.
I will pay for any person named including my ex-wife JULIE JOHNSON and her boneheaded boyfriend richard grimson to have a Lie Detector Test.

This is the second time I have made such a offer to the former pimp. And for-the-record I am more then happy to have a Lie Detector Test.

I have nothing to fear as I am telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

(a) So Julie - aka JULIE TAYLOR JOHNSON - do you deny being a Pub Stripper?

The Evidence:
2011 - You now claim you wasnt and that I`m "smearing your reputation".
BUT...in 1990...you JULIE JOHNSON personally told me you was `srtip-o-gram/pub stripper` for a brief period...your account varied from 6 weeks to 3 months.
This is supported by a Nicholas Lightbown who has gone on-the-record saying he watched you strip in various East End pubs.
His phone number is...
Mr Lightbown also confirmed seeing you perform in a interview with my friend Toni King.

(b) Julie - do you still deny starring in PORNO movies between 1990 and 2004 ?
If "yes"...then how do you explain ADMITTING to starring in four pornographic films during a Court Hearing at Southend in 2006?
Also how do you explain confessing to the police in both 2006 and 2010 that you STARRED in a number of porno films?
And how in 2007 did you get the court to ban the advertising and selling of one of your PORNO movies?

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Childhood

I come from a mixed marriage. My mum was a Catholic and my dad a two-faced lying bastard and scum of the earth.
A selfish man who couldnt keep his hands off anything in a skirt. I worshipped him as a kid but hated him as a adult.

My ambition was to be the opposite of him. I wanted to be a family man, a great dad and a faithful husband.

I am proud to say I was all three - but such is life I still lost my wife - I didnt only lose my wife but also my best friend and soul-mate.

But please dont expect this book to be a `whitewash` of me or a `character assassination` of my ex-wife

I can assure it is neither - its just a 100% honest account of my life before, with and then without Julie.

The fact is I was faithful throughout our 15-year marriage - but it aint that hard being faithful when you are genuinely in love with a person and believe in your wedding vows.

That doesnt make me a Angel and I dont want to be thought of as some kind of Saint cos I sure aint either.

The fact is it`s pretty easy to be faithful when your wife looks like a Page 3 girl and gets better-looking every year.

My pin-ups were Britt Ekland, Susan George, Suzanne Mitzi, Joanne Guest and are Kate Moss, Amanda Holden, Patsy Kensit, Ola Jordan.

And I fancied Julie and found her more sexy then the lot of them put together.

If praising her after all these years makes me sound like a wimp - so be it. If still paying her compliments after all she`s done to destroy me - makes me sound like some wanker in a Mills and Boon novel - so what?

I can live with that.

The fact is it would be a waste of time writing a autobiography if you was too scared to tell the truth.

I aint scared to bare my soul and reveal my true feelings - the only condition I have set myself is to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Every anecdote I tell, every incident I reveal will be the Gospel truth. I will admit to once being a teenage tearaway, a criminal and a speedfreak.

I will confess to my stress-related problems in the `bedroom department` in 2004 that drove my wife into the arms and bed of richard grimson. I have been told there were others - but I only know about flemming and tibbs.

I will not deny my past and I wish others would have the decency to admit there`s.









I hope the

The Nearly Man

A message to my ex-wife.

Dear Julie

If if you buy, beg, borrow or steal a copy of this book please read it with a open mind and in the spirit it was intended.

If you can forgive me for revealing our bedroom secrets and exposing your boyfriend as a perverted pimp you will hopefully see that the rest of the book is a celebration of my life and a sort of love letter to you.

As the truth is I praise you far more then I criticise.

My aim is to promote my showbiz career and expose grimson as a boneheaded bastard who bullied women and threatened children over a 15-year period.

Believe me, it was never my intention to hurt you in anyway and I am talking past, present and future.

Love on ya

Garry
xx
xxx

So here goes the thoughts of a Nearly Man.

Its a fact of life that Deadend Yobs have either got a career in crime, football, boxing or rock and roll to save them from a life on the dole.

The hero of this book tried and failed at all four - and now you can add marriage to that list - that is why I`m known as The Nearly Man.

At 14 years old I gave up a promising football career because of a family bereavement - well thats what it felt like at the time.
The truth is my dad pissed off to be with his latest fancy woman.

Broken-hearted I hung up my football boots - but looking back I should of carried on being the Georgie Best of Essex. I thought at the time by turning my back on football I was getting back at him for walking out on me.

It had always been his ambition for me to play for West Ham United, and I thought sod it - I`ll show him - but it was a gross misjudgement on my part.
He didnt care and my sacrifice didnt work. It didnt bring him back and I didnt get to pull on the famous claret and blue shirt.

The truth is my old man was a 100% selfish bastard and unlike me never a doting dad. He was more phoney then Tony Blair.

Boxing was another passing phase, probably because I wasnt very good at it. I could take a shot and had a head like concrete - but I lacked the killer punch.
I wasnt a Sugar Ray Leonard in the ring but I could be like Mike Tyson on the cobbles - it was more natural hitting people I hated or had done me wrong - but couldnt get my head around hitting a mate in sparring.

And I never felt comfortable with a gum shield in my mouth.

Then there was sex and drugs and rock and roll. No problem with the first two - I was a natural at both (until Sept/Oct 2004) LOL - but the problem was I couldnt sing and thats a big problem where your a singer in a band.

I formed a group called The Buzz Kids and our debut gig was also our last, I think that tells you how bad we were.

And as for crime, well I gave it my best shot. I was prolific as a kid and fearless as a teenager - but the truth is I werent very good at it and kept being caught.

I werent that bothererd cos `easy teenage girls` seemed to be attracted to `bad teenage boys` if you get my drift.
Thus proving your glass is always half full rather then half empty.

I did time in various Approved Schools, Remand Homes, Secure Unit, Detention Centre and Borstal - but at Eighteen I retired from crime.

I developed a conscience.
Crime does not pay for a reason - it is wrong. The truth is crime is a Mugs Game unless your a Mr Big or a Face and I was just a wannabee who got bored.

I know its not politically correct but I still sort of love/admire/respect The Kray Twins and The Great Train Robbers.

And I truly believe that when it comes to character Freddie Foreman is one of the greatest ever Englishman.

He is right up there with war Hero Sir Winston Churchill when it comes to loyalty and leadership.

But at the same time I hate muggers, rapists, burglars, child abusers, wife beaters and lowlife petty criminals.
When it comes to crime I suppose I`m a bit of a snob. I only love proper East End gangsters and top draw villians.

I also like characters like the fictional Arthur Daley and real-life celebrity gangster Dave Courtney.

I know Dodgy Dave has his critics, but I can only speak as I find and I reckon he`s a 100% top bloke.
and
The cheeky chappie personally helped me in my hour of need - but I wont say how - unless he ever asks me to go public it will always remain a secret.

As he said at the time "I aint doing it for the glory - I`m doing it because like you I`m a dad".

Now for the big one.

I honestly thought I had cracked it on the female frontier when I met Julie Taylor. In my eyes she was the best-looking girl in the world and I was the luckiest bloke on the planet.

It honestly was a mutual feeling of `love at first sight` - but after 15 years it all went pear-shaped.
She commited adultery with a copper, a supermarket shelf-stacker and then left me for perverted pimp richard grimson.

Inside My Mind

I grew up reading about the Underworld exploits of Reg and Ronnie Kray and the adventures of The Great Train Robbers. Hero-worshipping The Twins and watching British gangster films like Get Carter, Villian and The Long Good Friday.
Fact or fiction it didnt bother me so I also liked Robin Hood, Jesse James and Dick Turpin.

I dont know why, maybe because of my Irish background but I have always been attracted to rebels.
I always have and always will support the underdog.

The Jews in Nazi Germany, the Palestinians in Israel, blacks in apartheid South Africa and working class whites outnumbered by ethnic minorities and East European immigrants on Inner City Housing estates.

I am not a follower of fashion, politically correct, a loonie-leftie or a Right-wing bigot.
My view of the world is my vision. It might not make sense and I accept I`m a mass of contradictions, but I`m loyal and honest.

There is no grey in my life as I always see everything in Black or white.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

The Life And Times Of Garry Johnson Starts Here

I was born in a house in Hackney (with a outside loo). This is not just the title of my autobiography but also the opening line of my best-loved punk rock anthem Deadend Yobs.

This book will tell the 100% truth about my roller-coaster life but because I gave my word to the court there are certain restrictions on what I can actually reveal about what occured in 2007 and 2008.

Yours truly was the product of a mixed marriage. My mum was a 17-year-old Irish girl and my dad was a flash Cockney bastard.
He was a semi-professional footballer and Al Jolson impersonator. I idolised him as a kid and worshipped the ground he walked on.

I had a very happy childhood. I loved the social side of school but hated the academic stuff and the lessons.
All I was interested in was playing football and impressing my dad. I was the star of the school football team, played for the District and was according to experts a genuine contender.

Playing for the Rep Team gave me status at school and inflated my already massive ego - but the truth is I was only the second best player in the team.

The real star was GP - he went onto play 200 games for West Ham and appeared in the 1980 FA Cup winning side.
Another member of the team was MR who people including me say I had equal talent and ability went onto play 300 games for Charlton Athletic.

All my life I regretted not being a footballer and blamed my dad. Let me explain - when I was 13 he walked out of the family home , stopped taking me football and I did not speak to him properly for 15 years.

I quit playing football at 14 in the hope it would bring him back - it didnt - so I lost out - and have spent my entire life regretting that desicion.

I got over him walking out on me but never recovered from giving up football.

I ended up in care as my mum moved to Manchester with her boyfriend - we did not speak for three years.

I became a number belonging to the Local Authority.

I lived at various institutions in Barking, Brentwood, Surrey, Oxfordshire. I was sent to a Special Secure Unit in Redhill, Detention Centre in Kidlington and Borstal in Hertfordshire.

On release I became a sofa surfer and spent a decade sleeping in spare rooms, mates floors or girlfriends beds.

At 17 I visited my mum in Cheshire - it was Summertime - and as I went to walk into the garden she said "Dont call me mum as the neighbours dont know about you"

I never returned.

In fact I have only visited my mum twice in 30 years. Once with a girl called EE - a month before she got pregnant - and for a second time with my ex-wife shortly before our wedding.

It is because of the disgusting way I was treated by my mum and dad that I decided to be a loyal and faithful husband and a devoted dad.
I wanted to be the 100% opposite of my parents.

My teenage years were a laugh at the time - they seemed to go on forever - but on reflection they were a waste of time and nothing to be proud of.

I spent my time getting into trouble with the law, taking fast drugs and treating girls like second-class citizens.

Its true I was born in a house in Hackney with a outside loo but I always wanted and believed I was destined for the good life.
It was a slum and three of my early idols came from the same manor - Reg and Ronnie Kray and Glam Rocker Marc Bolan.

I was brought up hearing about the exploits of The Twins - and because they were East End boys I thought they were glamouress and modern day Robin Hoods.
I swallowed the myth hook, line and sinker - but adulthood took away my rose-coloured spectacles.
It hurts me to admit but the truth is they were more common criminals then real-life Arthur Daley`s.

But my family did have connections to a genuine East End legend. My Grandad was related to Music Hall star Marie Llyod, she was the Madonna of her generation.
I was told how she`d visit 25 Overberry Street in Hackney in a big car, wearing flashy clothes and handout expensive gifts and money.

Is this where I got my love of showbiz?

Jumping ahead a bit - as I can is this is only a brief synopsis - Aged 19 I tagged along when a mate went to Butlins Holiday Camp in Clacton.
I wanted to be a Redcoat and to entertain the campers but ended up washing dishes.
As after 2 days they found out I had no talent and couldnt sing.

At night I hung out at the bar with the dancing girls and entertainers and decided that Showbiz was the life for me.
I returned to London and despite the fact that I couldnt sing formed a band called The Buzz Kids.

And Lady Luck was about to change my life (and others) forever. Punk Rock was invented and it no longer mattered if you couldnt sing or hold a note.

I phoned Sounds Music magazine News Desk and announced our arrival. I told them The Buzz Kids were the future of rock and roll.
The next night they sent a reporter to our gig at The Dueragon pub in Hackney.

That journo was a very young Garry Bushell and he was not impressed. He wrote "Garry Johnson cant sing and the band are rubbish"

But in a face to face conversation in the bar he added "but I do like the words - not the tunes - but the words - who writes the lyrics?"

I said "Me" adding "Good aint they?"

He agreed and advised "Give up the singing cos you cant and stick to the writing"

That night I did a Ziggy Stardust and broke up the band. The next morning I turned up at his office in Covent Garden saying "Gimme a job"

I started as a teaboy, writing about 3rd-rate bands in run down pubs - but I was happy.

Life was great. It was girls, fast drugs, parties, fast drugs, free booze, more fast drugs and having a laugh.

I ended up travelling First Class all over the UK, meeting my idols and staying in classy hotels.

And mostly thanx to networking, having lots of front and boosted by the confidence that comes with taking fast drugs I ended up working for The Sun and writing 11 books.

I even starred in TV documentary for Canadian TV called A Day In The Life Of A Beat Street Poet.

Not bad for a kid born in a East End slum who left school at 13 without a single qualification.


I have now been approached by the former head of Virgin Books to co-write my official autobiography with Fleet Street legend Garry Bushell.

And as I was given permission (with certain restrictions) by the courts what you are reading is the first draft of my autobiography.

The educated among you will already have noticed that Mr Bushell has not yet `cleaned up` the poor grammar.

Born In A House In Hackney will reveal how this former teenage tearaway got to meet David Bowie, George Best, Charlie Kray, Ozzy Osbourne, Michael Jackson and a host of other Rock Gods, Showbiz celebs and soap stars.

I will tell all about the three most inflential women in my life. They are NW, EE and my ex-wife JTJ.

NW - I met when I was 22. She was 36 and a posh fashion writer - she had a teenage daughter by a former famous actor and a au pair - I was very impressed.
She took me to fancy restaraunts, The Chelsea Arts Ball, boating in Hyde Park, tea at The Ritz and introduced me to many new things - in and out of bed.
N was very classy and I was in awe of her and we had a great 6 months together.

EE - was eight years older then me and a photographer - she was Canadian and Jewish and I was hooked.
I even took her to meet my mum! The only girlfriend - apart from my ex-wife that I ever
introduced to her.
She had a flat in Knightsbridge and I moved in. E was zany, unconventional, bisexual and like me loved `fast drugs`.
We were together for about 6 months and then she got pregnant - it split us up - though we would of partied anyway - as our relationship was more of a `all night party` then a proper love affair.
E didnt want kids - she was a career woman and decided on an abortion. I took her to the clinic in Hammersmith - brought her home - but left a few days later - the truth is I couldnt cope with the abortion.
I was struck down with guilt.

I genuinely believe that all the `bad luck` I`ve had since is `payback` because I involved myself in the `killing of a baby`.

Old fashioned maybe? - but that is my genuine belief.

My divorce, my ill-health is I believe the price I am paying for going against my personal beliefs.

JT:
My ex-wife, the love of my life and my Soul mate. We met and married within 3 months and such were my feelings for her that overnight I gave up my life-long love of Fast Drugs.
I did not indulge because she did not agree with that lifestyle.

So you see my life has more twists and turns then a corkscrew and more ups and downs then a rollercoaster.
I have done many varied things in my life and I want to tell all about my journey from uneducated teenage tearaway to self-educated adult.

I have performed as a Punk singer and my songs have appeared on various compilation albums that have sold over a million copies worldwide.
I also discovered and managed The Stone Roses and wrote the punk classic anthem Suburban Rebels for The Business.

The fact is - and as you will discover - there is much more to me then a 15-year marriage and 5 year war with my ex-wife.

And I have to mention it as I couldnt write a honest account of my life story if I was to `airbrush away` 16 years of my life.

Monday, 17 October 2011

From 11 Shirley Gardens Basildon to 22 Bridge Road Wickford

Draft Version:

This autobiography wont just concentrate on my marriage and divorce but also my career in showbiz and journalism and how I went from the slums of East London to at one time living in Knightsbridge.

My transformation from angry young man and working class rebel to a sort of middle-class adult who almost voted Tory.
I not only became obsessed with Mrs Thatcher I even stood as a Conservatice candidate. I did it for a laugh - and even funnier I almost got elected to Basildon Council - at the count I only lost by 118 votes.

Who said drugs dont mess with your head? How it happened I dont know because I cant stand stuck-up snobs or the Royal Family.

I think it had something to do with Minder being my all-time favourite TV show and my hero Arthur Daley banging on about the Iron Lady. The truth is I was doing so much speed at the time that I drifted in an out of real-life.

I have always supported the Underdog and been a extreme Liberal when it comes to sex and drugs but somehow I ended up liking Maggie.

Kinnock was a Welsh windbag and a traitor to the Working Class and I think I liked Mrs T because she was a `outsider` who stood-up to bully boy chinless wonders from the Lords and the Shires.

I worked for famous Fleet Street names like Garry Bushell, Piers Morgan, Andy Coulson and Rebekah Wade.

And throughout my life I always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, even in bad situations.

Example:

I was a Skinhead, loved the clothes, the music, but not the politics. I was writing for Sounds magazine and wrote a scathing article attacking the Nazi National Front.

A few days after publication I was reviewing a Ska concert in Bermondsey and was attacked by three NF thugs.
The attack was witnessed by a very young Alan Rusbridger, who is now Editor of The Guardian.

We got chatting over a beer and this led to me being interviewed by his actress girlfriend Jeanette Crowley, appearing in Time Out, The Guardian and the NME.

Example:

I met 21-year-old Rebekah Wade on her very first day at The Sun and we struck up an instant friendship.
As she rose through the ranks at News International she made me her right-hand man and for 20 years we spoke on a daily basis.
One Christmas Day she even faxed me from Rupert Murdoch`s yacht. Rebekah is one of the smartest people I have ever met.
She is also one hundred per cent loyal and was one of the first people to ring when I came out of prison
.
I left school with no qualifications but because I had the gift of the gab and more front then Blackpool I made it in tabloid journalism.

Born In A House In Hackney is about my entire life and not just about my 16-year love affair and five year war with my ex-wife..
The fact is I cant tell my story without mentioning Julie Johnson - aka Julie Taylor Johnson - But its not easy putting our relationship into words as she was/is the love of my life and at the same time the person I truly wish I had never met.

She was up until June 2005 a great wife and a wonderful mum - but I cant just write about that as it woud bore the reader.

The public want the truth and you cant do a genuine kiss an tell unless you dish the dirt, spill the beans and put everything in the public domain.

So I`ve got to write about the 20-year-old pub stripper who when I met her was having an affair with a married man called Derek.

The cheating wife who between October 2004 and June 2005 had three affairs, caught a sexually transmitted disease and was according to her perverted boyfriend richard grimson `up the duff` by him.

I`m going to tell all about my private and public life but it will not be a whitewash of me or a unfair attack on my ex-wife.
It will just be a 100% honest account. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

To be honest the only person who will be on the end of personal attacks is her perverted boyfriend.
I will name grimson as a perverted bastard with a 15-year history of bullying, abusing and intimidating women and children.

I will quote evidence given to me by the police and one of his female relatives.

And the graphic details of his affair with my ex-wife come direct from the mouth of the perverted pimp as he took great delight in bragging and boasting in a number of rambling phone calls.

Drunken calls he admitted making to the police!

So if Julie disagrees with his version of events then I suggest she sue him.

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Julie Johnson - Permission To Kiss And Tell

Draft Version:

In October 2004 pervert and former pimp richard grimson of 40 Hyde Way Wickford Essex started an affair with my wife Julie Johnson of Bridge Road Shotgate. He was a odd job man and driver for Adam and Sons Financial Ltd Progress Road Leigh-on-sea.
My ex-wife Julie (now Taylor Johnson) worked/works for Sainsburys East Mayne Basildon.

The Shrek lookalike recently moved to Wisbech with common-law wife Emma and I`m told the former ms johnson is playing the field with old flames and new lovers.
I`ve wanted to write my life story for many years but needed permission from the courts. That has now been granted.

It was Judge Elizabeth Roscoe who ruled at The High Court that a wronged husband did have the legal right to publicise the adultery of his wife.
So now every man and women in the UK can legally shame their cheating partner and name the lover.

And this is what I intend to do later in this book. But first you must read all about my various exploits as a boy football star, teenage tearaway, punk poet, tabloid journo and porno movie maker.

I know have legal permission to kiss and tell.
Its been a long struggle and until last week julie and grimson believed they could gag me and stop the truth coming out.

The odd couple behaved like the Ryan Giggs and Imogen Thomas of Essex seeking gagging orders and court bans to silence me.

But like the Man Utd star and Big Brother contestant they have failed. I can now tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Kosher facts and information that came from a variety of sources.

A relative of grimson contacted me and revealed he had a 15-year history of abusing, bullying and intimidating women.
It was a friend in Romford who discoverd he worked as a pimp and drove prostitutes to the homes of punters.

And it was grimson himself who confessed to a mutual associate that when his common-law wife, found out about his 9 month affair that she punished him by revealing he wasnt the father of their eldest child.

And I would love the odd couple to sue me or challenge a single fact as I have documents, medical records and eye witness accounts to back-up every claim.

I even have quotes from grimson himself, the fat bald bastard has confessed to the affair starting in October 2004 and boasted about making julie pregnant, giving her a STD and while she slept taking porno pictures on his phone.

It is the former pimp whose claimed it started with a kiss outside a club at Basildon`s Festival Leisure Park.

And it was a phone call from his common-law wife Emma that confirmed the affair and that they were living together at 10 Carswell Gardens in Wickford.

So I have more then enough material just to write a book about the odd couple but that on its own would be boring so I am saving that for the final Chapters.

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Introduction by Garry Johnson

Draft Version:

Anguished by feelings of betrayal, hurt and pain I sat down in front of my computer and tapped out a message to the world "pervert and former pimp richard grimson had an affair with my wife".

But friends said `dont just splash it all over the internet write a book` and as I had a story to tell I decided to write my autobiography.

There is much more to me then being a `innocent victim` in a marriage break-up. It`s true my ex-wife had a colourful nine months between October 2004 and June 2005.

The pervert grimson boasted he got julie pregnant, gave her a STD, took porno pictures on his phone and then dumped her to go back with his wife.

But if Julie`s betrayal reads like a TV soap opera my life sounds like a big screen Hollywood blockbuster.

I left school barely able to read and write but thanx to my gift of the gab I blagged my way into showbiz journalism.

The product of a mixed marriage, my dad was a bastard, my mum was a Catholic. I was a football boy wonder, teenage tearaway, borstal boy and punk rocker.

From the age of Thirteen I was in and out of various institutions all over the South East of England.
Remand Homes in Brentwood and Chadwell Heath, special secure unit in Surrey, a
Detention Centre in Oxford and Borstal in Hertfordshire.

Yet somehow, thanx to a combination of good luck, being in the right place at the right time and my god-given Gift Of The Gab I ended up working as a Showbiz Journo on The Sun and the News Of The World.

I also became a punk singer, poet, published author and TV critic. Not bad for a boy from the East End slums.

I was born in a house in Hackney but ended up living off Kensington High Street with Harrods as my local shop.

The teenage tearaway got to meet superstars like David Bowie, Georgie Best, Michael Jackson and hangout with glamour girls in Stringfellows.

I even blagged a Sunday job with Rock photographer Steve Payne who had a nice side line auditioning Page 3 wannabees at his Wapping studio.

The truth is I`ve dabbled in all forms of showbiz from punk singer to porno movie-maker. I have also been a poet, author, songwriter, gossip columnist, TV critic and journalist.

My songwriting was praised by rock journalist Jerry Harris who described Suburban Rebels as "almost as good as Anarchy In The UK".
Adult film critic Nicholas Lightbown claimed Basildon Babe was a classic of its genre praising both my script and the performance of its star Julie Johnson.

Punk legend Garry Bushell wrote "Garry Johnson was the first Street-Punk poet, and more. Part John Rotten, part Orwell.
Gal`s words painted vivid pictures of rebel youth growing up in a world betrayed by scumbag politicians and media whores.
His poems and song lyrics were a window to a teenage world of unemployment, violence and little blue pills - deadend yobs in stolen wheels.
But he balanced that nihilism with a passion for life and a raging social conscience.
Garry hated bigotry as much as he despised what passed for authority. He was the `The Punk Poet of his generation, the real voice of the streets. Accept no substitute"

Even my enemies seemed to have a soft spot for me.

The commie c**t Paul Wellings wrote in Get Me Out Of Here his 2004 autobiography "Garry Johnson is the funniest bloke I have ever met in my life" but this was before he joined forces with my ex-wife and literally jumped into bed with her.

As usual Garry Bushell was spot on as he always described Wellings as a "wrong `un" and "two bob".

So why did Wellings team-up with Julie to smear my character and lie to people that I was `mad, bad and dangerous?`

Was it because he used to sleep with her best friend Sally Prevost or was it because I refused to show him Julie`s porno pictures or give him a free copy of Basildon Babe?

The truth is within days of Julie being caught one sunny Saturday afternoon half-naked and having sex with boyfriend grimson in the lounge of 22 Bridge Road he was on the phone trying to blag some freebie porn..

And this will not surprise those who know Wellings as he`s universally known as a tight bastard who never buys a round.
For those who want confirmation contact Garry Bushell, Frankie Flame or Lol Pryor.

PJ Wellings had always fancied Julie and was on the blower begging to see her naked but I refused to handover a single poloriod or video.

And what he doesnt know is that one of his creepy calls was overheard on loudspeaker by my mate Fergie who described Wellings as a "little shit".
If he wishes to deny any of the above I suggest he takes a Lie Detector test.

Fergie and Wellings only met once or twice but Ferg took a instant dislike to the militant muslim supporter, as like Bushell he`s always been a good judge of character.

And for the record it was me who introduced Wellings to Prevost at a TV studio in Central London.
I was auditioning for a third-rate game show called Keynotes and because I knew Wellings had a soft spot for ginger dogs I made the introduction.

The odd couple spent the next two nights at his Bethnal Green bedsit.