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.