New House...

It will never cease to amaze me how quickly things can be done in this country when there is a will to do so.

I no longer live in Northants. As of this Monday just gone, I live in Buckinghamshire.

MAPPA decided that given the circumstances of my case, and the fire, it would not be safe for me to continue to reside in Rothwell, and as a result, they approached my employer and other agencies to move me to a different location.

AS a result, massive cooperation a housing association, an employer, the DWP and two local councils and a couple of charities. A moving van, everything that has been usefully recovered from the old flat, and a donation of a complete lounge and bedroom suite means the new maisonette is not completely emply either.

My employer, who was fully aware of who I was, agreed to 2 weeks compassionate leave and a transfer to an office in Luton, and I now live in a large urbanised area famous for Concrete Cows. I'm sure it will take a time to get used to, especially as I've been transferred to Thames Valley Police for MAPPA purposes, but it's gone surprisingly smoothly, and I have had telephone and interweb connected up today. I start at my new office on Monday, having been introduced to everyone yesterday (though not as Fenrir).

So... the saga begins again - how to cope with a new life in a new place. Do I hide my past or brazen it out this time? I think the former is better than the latter, even though I'd prefer to openly say "yes, I did the crime, I dd the time, so what..." which is what Lisa still wants me to do.

In the meantime, be ready for the next instalment of R v Lukoi, when your hero appeals against his sentence and conviction. And additionally applies to the police for compensation for unlawful arrest and detention.

It's all coming up in the next exciting episode of Diary of an Ex Offender.

What Chance the ex-offender (2)

As some of you will recall, just before my licence expired last year, a company who can remain nameless decided that they were going to try to expose me to win a court case.

It did not work, and the company and its directors were ordered to recompense me for their unlawful conduct. And they did recompense me, and I got a new car out of it.

However, it appears that the directors, rather than pay up and get on with their lives, decided that it was their aim in life to expose the "pervert" that I am, and despite police and other interventions  they decided to write to my neighbours (and my employer) and tell them the good news. Needless to say that the directors in question have been arrested, but that didn't help me.

And as a result, I'm currently living in temporary accommodation, and will not, under any circumstances be returning to my fire damaged home in Rothwell.

Now I understand why it is that sex offenders (which I am not, and have not been since 2006) are disliked, but surely trying to burn me out, or kill me, is actually not going to help anyone. If I am forced out of a place where I am stable and not offending, the most likely result is I won't return. Not only to the house, but to the town, or even the county. And, if I change my name and move, and "forget" to register - for my own protection, of course - who benefits? The community I'm living in doesn't...

And be assured that I would be entitled to not register, as I would have a legal defence of committing a lesser offence to ensure a greater one was prevented.

Thankfully, I'm not like that - but just imagine if I was.

Oh, the Neighbour who set the fire has also been arrested, charged and remanded, so that will be a fun trial.

Fame(ish)

Ben mentioned me - though not by name, of course.

And boy, did it drive Traffic - 70 new readers this weekend alone.

Thanks all - makes me wonder whether I should start turning this into a criticism of penal policy as well...

Thoughts, as ever, are welcome

Please return thefavour - Ben Gunn is far more eloquent than I can hope to be.

http://prisonerben.blogspot.co.uk/