Setting the Record Straight, for the First and Last time: The Truth of It.

I didn’t expect this to be my first Substack, but it’s something I’ve wanted to address for quite some time. So, I’m here to set the record straight.

Setting the Record Straight:

I didn’t expect this to be my first Substack, but it’s something I’ve wanted to address for quite some time. The rumours are tedious, and the hate and trolling built on lies are beyond belief. So, I’m here to set the record straight.

Let me be clear: the only thing that matters to me is winning, humanity, and the message. That’s it. I won’t be explaining myself again.

To those who think they’re owed explanations, honestly, do you think I’m an MP? Do you pay me a salary? No. Then stop acting like you’re entitled to answers. The constant demands, questions, and accusations are exhausting.

I’ve already made it clear that I’m distancing myself from what was, at one point, one of the most toxic spaces I’ve ever been part of - something that I believe no longer even exists: “The Freedom Movement”. Yes, the nostalgia for what we once created is wonderful. It was an incredible moment in history. But it also bred an atmosphere of entitlement, toxicity and bitterness from people who rarely lifted a finger themselves.

I’m committed to speaking the truth, whether people like it or not. I’ve fought for years, suffered more than most, and I’m still standing.

This won’t silence the critics, I know that. But I’ll say it anyway: to the haters, bullies, trolls, armchair critics, to those whose only pastime is spreading hate, lies, doubt, and suspicion on behalf of the state and their globalist masters - drop me out.

Truly.

This Is the Only Time I’ll Say This:

I’m beyond tired of the ignorance surrounding protests and the oppressive laws we’re now forced to live under. This post will serve as my one and only response to those who comment without the faintest idea of how the “system” really works.

I’ve organised protests since 2020. Let me make a few things absolutely clear:

Risk Assessments Are Not “a Thing”:

During the emergency legislation (brought in under the Public Health Act), the government claimed organisers needed “Covid-secure risk assessments.” But there was no official standard, no guidance, no template for what that even meant. These so-called risk assessments only existed between 2020 and 2022.

I never completed one. Not once. Never handed one to the police, never submitted one to a council.

In fact, that was one of the reasons I was convicted; because I refused to make people wear masks, use sanitiser or stand two metres apart. That’s what they wanted.

I Never Sought Permission:

I never asked permission from the councils. Ever. There’s a reason I always set up at the top of the Trafalgar Square steps; that specific patch of paving is public land, not managed by the GLA (who control Trafalgar and Parliament Square).

I never sought any form of “permission” from police; not about what I was doing, where I was marching, or which route I was taking. I have chosen every single route we’ve ever walked, not once have the police directed me or told me where to go, despite attempting to do so. While I was always unafraid to speak with officers on the day, asserting our rights under Articles 10 and 11 of the European Convention on Human Rights, every single time I took that risk, I faced the possibility of arrest. And yes, I was arrested, repeatedly, not for “blocking highways” or causing “serious disruption”, but for alleged breaches of the emergency legislation in place at the time.

“Permission” from the police or the council does not exist, it’s simply not a thing. Yet people speak about it with such confidence, only to make complete fools of themselves.

I know plenty of organisers who’ve spoken with the police and provided their route 6 days in advance (as legislation now “requires”), and I make no judgement whatsoever. The truth is, some have faced previous arrests and convictions, harassment, even police visits to their homes, and that’s not easy to deal with.

But tell me this; why is it always me who gets “called out”? What’s wrong with those who choose to liaise with police if that’s how they manage their rallies?

And, respectfully, if you still believe the fight is simply against the police, the government, or Keir Starmer, then perhaps you’ve yet to realise who the real puppet masters are…

The BBC Screen “Incident”:

People still chatter about the screen outside the BBC in January 2023, so let’s clear this up once and for all. The only possible law I could have breached would’ve been parking on a zebra crossing, an offence under Section 36 of the Road Traffic Act 1988 and Regulation 20 of the Zebra, Pelican and Puffin Pedestrian Crossings Regulations 1997. The Public Order Act amendments hadn’t even come into effect at that time, so there was no legal basis for police interference. Whatever the equipment - be it a microphone, a speaker, or a 46sqm screen - our rights under Articles 10 and 11 of the European Convention on Human Rights still applied, as I constantly argued then and still do now.

We parked legally in front of All Saints Church opposite the BBC. Did I tell the police about the screen? No. Did I tell anyone? No. When it arrived, yes, they panicked (and I was, admittedly, ever-so-slightly nervous!) - but I knew exactly what I was doing, working with a company brave enough to stand with us. And what could the police do? What’s the difference between a few hundred pairs of feet and a large screen? Nothing. It wasn’t “formally” breaking any law, and there was no such thing as “council permission” or “police permission”.

So why do people still shout about it? Because they’re clueless. They’ve never organised anything, never taken a real risk, and they certainly don’t have my experience - or my spine. At every single protest and rally from 2020, I have been willing to take the risk of arrest, but now…

The Law Changed, and So Did the Risks:

In 2022, the Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Act came into force, expanding police powers and amending the Public Order Act 1986. It takes time for police to learn new legislation, but they’ve caught up now. These powers are draconian.

So, when I hear people parroting nonsense about “permission” and “risk assessments,” it’s infuriating. I’ve watched people hand over risk assessments, agree routes, even write to councils and then publicly claim, “We don’t talk to police.” Hypocrisy of the highest order.

The Reality of Taking the Risk:

Every protest I’ve ever organised, I’ve done so knowing arrest was likely. I’ve been arrested and convicted multiple times; for contempt of court, public order offences, breaching the emergency regulations, even for paint-bombing Number 10. I’ve represented myself in court. I’ve spent days in cells. I’ve paid the price for not complying.

Funny, isn’t it, how some “activists” were never arrested? Ever wondered why?

The Present Day:

Now, police powers are even broader. They can and do impose conditions and restrictions at will. The recent protest? Yes; this time, I did provide the route that I chose. I read the legislation. I knew the risks. Because I deal with the Metropolitan Police, not a handful of officers at a small regional event. They tried to stop it before it even began. They were threatened with judicial review for attempting to block Oxford Street due to “commercial disruption” which is unlawful.

I fought to make that protest happen because what matters is that it does happen. That we’re seen. That the message reaches the public.

The reality is that the laws governing protest in the UK have become brutally draconian. The Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Act 2022 and the Public Order Act 2023 have transformed the landscape completely. Police can now impose conditions on protests for causing what they call “serious disruption”; a definition so vague it can mean almost anything. Static demonstrations are treated the same as marches; routes, duration, noise levels, even the number of attendees can all be restricted. The 2023 Act went further still, creating new criminal offences such as “locking on”, “tunnelling”, or interfering with transport and infrastructure. It handed police sweeping stop-and-search powers - even without suspicion - and gave courts the ability to slap activists with “Serious Disruption Prevention Orders”, banning individuals from attending protests at all.

This is a level of state control never before seen in modern Britain, designed to intimidate, restrict, and silence dissent. The penalties are severe: breach of protest conditions or these new offences can mean arrest, heavy fines, and imprisonment. And yet, none of this is meant to override Articles 10 and 11 of the European Convention on Human Rights; the rights to freedom of expression and peaceful assembly. Those rights still stand. They are fundamental, inalienable, and the government cannot legislate them away. Currently, we still have these rights but best believe they’re about to be stripped away with even more sweeping powers handed to police, so make no mistake; the space to exercise them is shrinking fast, and the courage to do so has never been more vital.

Now think about this: I’ve got thirteen convictions in total - several for breaching Covid restrictions - been on probation twice, hit with multiple fines, enough to last me a decade, and I’ve completely exhausted any “goodwill” the courts ever had for me. Do you honestly think I wouldn’t be punished more harshly than someone with a clean record? Come on. People need to give their heads a wobble and realise we’re not all in the same boat here. And I’ll be damned if I ever see the inside of a police cell, a courtroom as a “defendant”, ever again. And I sure as hell won’t risk prison.

The Hypocrisy of the Armchair Activist:

And why is it always the ones who’ve never organised a single thing who shout the loudest? One of the most obsessed haters - the one who never stops talking - actually liaised with the police in their own region back in 2021! The hypocrisy is staggering.

It’s always the same contradiction, shouted loudest by those who’ve never done anything, who don’t understand the law, or who were themselves involved in organising rallies and absolutely did work with police in advance. There’s nothing wrong with that choice, if that’s how you do it, fine, but condemning others who’ve stuck their neck out, taken the real risks, suffered the consequences, and would face harsher punishment for doing so is, frankly, embarrassing.

So to those still ranting about “permissions” and “risk assessments” stop embarrassing yourselves. If you don’t understand the legislation, if you haven’t read the Acts, you’re not in a position to lecture anyone.

This, the 18^th October 2025, five and a half years in, was the first time I’ve ever formally engaged with police and provided a route. Why? Because I know the consequences. I won’t be a martyr for people who come for a day out and disappear when the handcuffs click.

It was the first time ever I’ve had conditions imposed on me, and my first response was to reject them outright. I challenged their so-called “order”, called out its unlawfulness when they cited “commercial disruption” as an excuse, and I fought back, threatening judicial review.

Yes, they tried to dictate a route, and that’s when I said I would no longer engage. I told them exactly what I was doing, I decide the route, and that was that. Then, the day before the protest, they imposed further conditions and even published the route publicly. That has never happened before. Ask yourselves why. Because I’ve never previously engaged formally, and because it serves their purpose.

It shows just how far they’ll go to obstruct, to sow doubt, and to undermine organisers like me. They’re all in it together. But for as long as I can, I’ll keep going, keep fighting… but let me be clear: I will not be locked up for it.

I’ve done my time in cells. I’ve faced the courts. I’ve carried the weight. And I won’t do it again for people who only care about views and gossip.

If protest didn’t matter, they wouldn’t be trying so hard to stop it.

So, if you can’t be bothered to learn the law; keep my name out of your mouth. I’m here for the message, for the people, and for the right to be seen, while we still can.

If others choose to organise and risk police conditions or arrest on the day - I’ll be watching.

The same people who now boast that they “don’t talk to police” are the very ones who, back in 2020 and 2021, were submitting so-called “Covid-secure risk assessments” to them.

These days, unless the numbers are colossal, the police barely take notice. In smaller regions, they’re even less concerned. But when it’s me, it’s a different story entirely. As I’ve said many times before, no one has been arrested and convicted as many times as I have over the past five and a half years.

This is the last I’ll say on it. Humanity matters, not the opinions of haters who’ve done nothing but sit on their backsides and criticise the work of others actually taking risks.

About the Video:

This clip’s from 9th March 2025. The UK Gov’s so-called “Day of Reflection”. I took the covid jab injured and bereaved to make sure our message was seen.

It was cat and mouse with the police all day; chased, threatened, harassed. Good job they barely knew the law they were trying to use against us.

And let me be clear… no one has the target on their back that I do. I’ve been arrested under the Terrorism Act, my home raided, dragged through courts for years. Yet people still expect me to be their martyr, to risk prison for them.

Not a chance.

So, to those who take issue with what I’ve said, I couldn’t give a whiff of a tiny rat’s arse.

My focus is the message, being seen, keeping people safe, and making damn sure the event happens. That’s it.

If You Fear Being Seen, You’re Already Controlled:

Finally, let’s talk about facial recognition, because honestly, some of the comments I’ve seen on this topic are absurd. I keep hearing suggestions that certain protest routes are “chosen” to capture people on facial recognition. Seriously? There’s been facial recognition in Westminster long before 2020 - it’s everywhere now, and it’s expanding. To imagine you can somehow “avoid” it is delusional.

If you’re terrified of being seen, you’ve already lost. If you fear facial recognition, you’ll be first in line to download the digital ID. They already know everything about you; your phone, your cards, your online footprint, your location, your face, your voice. And the irony? It’s always the people with YouTube channels, smartphones and social media accounts who shout the loudest about it, breeding suspicion and fear.

It stinks of cowardice. Fear is what keeps people compliant. As George Orwell wrote, “To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.” If you’re afraid to stand up, to show your face, to be seen; that’s the real problem. Because when the time comes, you’ll quietly comply to protect your business, your income, your access, and that’s exactly how control wins.

A Final Acknowledgement:

To all my volunteers, marshals, and on-the-day teams over the years; you’ve stood beside me, fought beside me, and faced some of the same risks I have. Every one of you who’s been brave enough to be part of this movement has my deepest respect. You’ve seen the pressure, the lies, and the pain caused by the loudest haters - some of whom genuinely seem to be auditioning for a padded room.

You’ve understood the risks, you’ve turned up without hesitation, knowing you could be arrested too. You’ve done it because you care, because you know the message matters. To my right-hand woman, Cheska, who kept marches moving while police harassed and threatened to arrest me; you knew the people came first. And because of you, even when I was on the brink of being cuffed and taken away, I knew the rallies, protests and marches would continue. For that, and for every single one of you who has stood by me since 2021, I am truly grateful. You’ve seen what others never will.

And now, a message to the vile haters, trolls, liars, and disturbed obsessives; your opinions mean nothing to me. You mean nothing to me. You don’t rent space in my head. You are an embarrassment to humanity. I’ve never been so tempted to name every one of you publicly - though truth be told, there aren’t many of you left. The bitter, jealous, soulless few who still cling on, spreading lies and bile, this is the last time you’ll ever be acknowledged.

You lack the courage, the brains, and the backbone to do what we’ve done; to risk, to fight, to stand up. Keep talking, keep twisting, keep lying. Because every time you do, people see you for exactly what you are.

To those reading this; maybe you’ll raise an eyebrow at some of what I’ve said here. Maybe you don’t quite understand why I’ve adopted this no-nonsense, no-pretence attitude, or why I’m no longer interested in pleasing people for the sake of false harmony. That’s fair enough. You haven’t walked in my shoes, or endured the lies, the hatred, and the betrayal that I have.

My unapologetic honesty might offend some, and my attitude may not be what’s “expected” of someone who organises and leads. But that’s exactly the point; I’ve been held to a different standard for far too long. Enough is enough.

The only things that matter to me are truth and humanity. We will win this, but I won’t stay silent any longer. I won’t tolerate the lies, the hate, the entitlement, or the spite. This is a new wave, a new era, a new movement.

And I want to thank every single one of you who stands with truth and love in your heart - who sees the real enemy, knows it runs far deeper than the police, the government, or Keir Starmer - and who fights not for ego, clicks, or self-interest, but for humanity itself.

Over time, I’ve come to understand that what we’re living through isn’t just political; it’s spiritual. I used to be guided by “the science”, but it didn’t take me long to see the truth. This is a spiritual war, and I know, without doubt, that I stand on the side of light, of good, and that I am protected.

Call it God, Source, the Creator - whatever name you give it (and I’ll write more on this soon) - I know that presence is real. I wear my rosary beads not because I’m Catholic again (as I was born and raised), but because they bring me comfort and strength. Christ is with me, within me. I don’t fit neatly into any religious or spiritual box, and I’m fine with that. What matters is that I know I’m doing the right thing, and that my compass is set firmly towards truth.

If you don’t like my truth, that’s fine, I can live with that. I know I’m not the person some people claim to have once known (some of whom, hilariously, I’ve never even met). But that era is over. This culture of desperation, the toxic scramble for clicks, views, and validation - it has nothing to do with purpose, truth or integrity. I’ve outgrown it. My path is clear. I’m guided by something higher, something real.

So drop me out. I have work to do.