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
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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.
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