Its all about Game Play!

So where are we now in this tangled web of deception that appears to have taken over my life?

After having been let down by all the major players in this travesty, who should have been looking out for me and mine.

I became the solitary target in this game of pin the blame on the victim and make no mistake game it was, as nobody took my dilemma seriously.

The main protagonists, who were by past practise, expert game players were setting me up for a fall as they were intent on shifting the blame on to me for bringing all these problems to their attention.

Instead of examining their own ethics and looking in their own back yards for the guilty parties, they were content to put me in the frame because I did, after all, ask too many questions and exert pressure on people to do the jobs they should have been doing in the first place!

My plight, to the gamesters, became just a matter of ticking boxes and paper exercises just on the off-chance that a bit of extra money might be made due to the unlimited overtime I was providing to the boys in blue in having to haul them out at all hours of the night and day.

Bricks don't come through the windows on a 9-5 basis!

Awkward that, and a bit of a bind, when you want to knock off early for the curry run or the odd garden show!

As for the council instead of hanging their heads in shame, they were quite prepared for me to go on taking the flak and fanned the flames wherever possible as lo and behold, it was not only the daughter of the then Chairman of the council who was the chief perpetrator of the frenzied attacks upon my property, but she was aided and abetted by the grandson of Tony Blair's right hand man in Sedgefield.

What a well brought up pair they were, treasured offsprings of Sedgefield and Cornforth's pillars of the community!

So here we have the line up for the game of the century?

In one corner I have a police force, our boys in blue showing its full ineptitude, forging my name on a witness statement and doing nothing about it for 5 months, leaving the officer in situ and taking my statements even after he has admitted forging my signature and in the other corner a labour council of the old school, up to its waist in denial of any kind of maladministration and crime, the latter having been perpetrated by its own kith and kin!

Roll up! Roll up!

All the fun of the (un)-fair!!!!