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johnwilliams77 said:
As you can see tvr - the keyboard warriors are in the minority and the majority of us are greatful for you sharing your experiences. So please keep it up.
There are no 'keyboard warriors', just civil adults with a different opinion to yours so please stop name calling and trying to create divisions. TVR Moneypit said:
Well, I said I answer your questions after I've finished bleeding the bleedin' brakes. The bad news is that the cars fought me all day long, (1 job turns into 5 more). The goods news is the reply to your question. Make yourself a brew, it's going to be a long one.
Here's some of the things I noticed in the few months leading up to my arrest;
I'd met someone down south in a Toby Carvery type place for a chat. We were sat in a quiet corner of the boozer and not long after we got there a couple in their late 40's came in and sat a couple of tables away from us. After a couple of minutes I'd clocked that they just didn't 'belong'. Something wasn't right. They just didn't go together, but not in the way that they would have done if they'd had a row. We changed the topic of conversation from work to last nights football, ate our food and left to go somewhere else to talk. A few days later I was in a Tesco in the Midlands getting s few things for tea before driving home, and who should I clock following me around the supermarket but the same couple who'd sat a couple of tables away from me a few days ago in a boozer 100 miles away. They hadn't even bothered to change their clothes
I was followed to Manchester and back by a black Leon Cupra outgoing and a dark grey one on the way back. On my way back my driving was definitely enough to get me pulled. I was varying my speed between Driving Miss Daisy and a last grasp Quali Lap, driving around in circles and doubling back on myself, but the dark grey Leon was always a dozen car I lengths behind me.
The old couple next door to me sadly passed away within a couple of days of each other, which meant that there house was empty for a while whilst their children argued over their estate. This is relevant as I used to make my calls whilst walking around my back garden. Imagine my surprise when one afternoon whilst out in my back garden I heard s huge crash coming from the (empty) next door neighbours. I popped round to have a look, none of their kids cars on the road or the driveway, no sign of life inside the house. Looking through the un-used evidence, I found photos of me walking around my back garden that could only have been taken from the attic side window of next door.
I'd taken my baby daughter for a walk in her pram around some local woods with my mother, and left my car parked down on the lane. At the end of the walk I jogged ahead of my mother and daughter to go and unlock the car and move it so that both rear doors could be opened. Just as I got to my car, a biggish bloke with a beard screeched to a halt next to me in a white Mitsubishi Shogun, demanding abruptly to know where I'd been. After I'd replied "what the f
k has it got to do with you copper", he took one look at my mother walking around the corner pushing my daughter in her pram and sped off.
Another time I was at a meeting in a liitle place in Southern Holland, sat outside a bar in the main village having a drink, a meal and a chat, I couldn't help noticing that the two fellas on the table opposite were far more interested in us than they were in their soft drinks.
One of the other guys had one of his safe houses broken into, but nothing, not a thing was stolen. Needless to say, the sweeper picked up several signals, but no bugs were found.
One days whilst cleaning one of the cars some random guy in Lycra on a pushbike pulled up faining interest in the empty house next door, and wanted to come through to my back garden to have a look at next doors back garden. He got a fk off tablet.
On our way back into the UK through Dover on our way back from holiday there was a guy waving the wife and I into the shed to be searched. Some other guy came running over to him, said something to him, and HMRC guy one stepped back and waved us through instead of into the searching shed
Right, erm, what was your question?
That basically answers my question! Appreciate the reply. Here's some of the things I noticed in the few months leading up to my arrest;
I'd met someone down south in a Toby Carvery type place for a chat. We were sat in a quiet corner of the boozer and not long after we got there a couple in their late 40's came in and sat a couple of tables away from us. After a couple of minutes I'd clocked that they just didn't 'belong'. Something wasn't right. They just didn't go together, but not in the way that they would have done if they'd had a row. We changed the topic of conversation from work to last nights football, ate our food and left to go somewhere else to talk. A few days later I was in a Tesco in the Midlands getting s few things for tea before driving home, and who should I clock following me around the supermarket but the same couple who'd sat a couple of tables away from me a few days ago in a boozer 100 miles away. They hadn't even bothered to change their clothes
I was followed to Manchester and back by a black Leon Cupra outgoing and a dark grey one on the way back. On my way back my driving was definitely enough to get me pulled. I was varying my speed between Driving Miss Daisy and a last grasp Quali Lap, driving around in circles and doubling back on myself, but the dark grey Leon was always a dozen car I lengths behind me.
The old couple next door to me sadly passed away within a couple of days of each other, which meant that there house was empty for a while whilst their children argued over their estate. This is relevant as I used to make my calls whilst walking around my back garden. Imagine my surprise when one afternoon whilst out in my back garden I heard s huge crash coming from the (empty) next door neighbours. I popped round to have a look, none of their kids cars on the road or the driveway, no sign of life inside the house. Looking through the un-used evidence, I found photos of me walking around my back garden that could only have been taken from the attic side window of next door.
I'd taken my baby daughter for a walk in her pram around some local woods with my mother, and left my car parked down on the lane. At the end of the walk I jogged ahead of my mother and daughter to go and unlock the car and move it so that both rear doors could be opened. Just as I got to my car, a biggish bloke with a beard screeched to a halt next to me in a white Mitsubishi Shogun, demanding abruptly to know where I'd been. After I'd replied "what the f
k has it got to do with you copper", he took one look at my mother walking around the corner pushing my daughter in her pram and sped off.Another time I was at a meeting in a liitle place in Southern Holland, sat outside a bar in the main village having a drink, a meal and a chat, I couldn't help noticing that the two fellas on the table opposite were far more interested in us than they were in their soft drinks.
One of the other guys had one of his safe houses broken into, but nothing, not a thing was stolen. Needless to say, the sweeper picked up several signals, but no bugs were found.
One days whilst cleaning one of the cars some random guy in Lycra on a pushbike pulled up faining interest in the empty house next door, and wanted to come through to my back garden to have a look at next doors back garden. He got a f
k off tablet.On our way back into the UK through Dover on our way back from holiday there was a guy waving the wife and I into the shed to be searched. Some other guy came running over to him, said something to him, and HMRC guy one stepped back and waved us through instead of into the searching shed
Right, erm, what was your question?
From your description it sounds very hap-hazard in the ability of intelligence officers to gather any meaningful information. A lion could be more covert
Were you ever tempted in these situations for example at the meal(s) to say "what do you want copper" or is that a strict no no?
Reading about your interaction after getting out is very interesting, six years is a long time, however many do more time, are you finding it difficult to adjust? Do you think that it gets harder the longer you serve, to adjust to being out I mean?? For you personally what was the worst thing about being inside?
Thanks for taking the time to keep answering our questions!!!
Thanks for taking the time to keep answering our questions!!!
xjay1337 said:
That basically answers my question! Appreciate the reply.
From your description it sounds very hap-hazard in the ability of intelligence officers to gather any meaningful information. A lion could be more covert
Were you ever tempted in these situations for example at the meal(s) to say "what do you want copper" or is that a strict no no?
Confirmation bias. The few times the surveillance team get spotted or even just suspected, feeds the view point that when they are not seen, all is good. Yet they managed to collect enough information to focus the investigation and obtain a conviction.From your description it sounds very hap-hazard in the ability of intelligence officers to gather any meaningful information. A lion could be more covert
Were you ever tempted in these situations for example at the meal(s) to say "what do you want copper" or is that a strict no no?
TVR Moneypit said:
DoubleTime said:
Hi TVR
Very interesting reading, although the prison thing is nothing new to read about, especially when compared to the likes of treatment people receive when busted in parts of south east Asia or the Americas but I just can't get my head around why you made that fateful deal?
You said yourself there were several warning signs and that you were usually very aware of the details in your surroundings on a daily basis (which in itself sounds like a living hell to me). So why be so stupid and not walk away? Surely that's a VERY important part of the role of a distributor?
Also, the meeting place. Is the side of a busy road really a natural place to pick up a fridge from someone else?
And an 8ft hedge on the other side of the car? Aren't you supposed to account for escape routes etc?
Genuinely interested in the thought process behind it.
Well, I said I answer your questions after I've finished bleeding the bleedin' brakes. The bad news is that the cars fought me all day long, (1 job turns into 5 more). The goods news is the reply to your question. Make yourself a brew, it's going to be a long one.Very interesting reading, although the prison thing is nothing new to read about, especially when compared to the likes of treatment people receive when busted in parts of south east Asia or the Americas but I just can't get my head around why you made that fateful deal?
You said yourself there were several warning signs and that you were usually very aware of the details in your surroundings on a daily basis (which in itself sounds like a living hell to me). So why be so stupid and not walk away? Surely that's a VERY important part of the role of a distributor?
Also, the meeting place. Is the side of a busy road really a natural place to pick up a fridge from someone else?
And an 8ft hedge on the other side of the car? Aren't you supposed to account for escape routes etc?
Genuinely interested in the thought process behind it.
Here's some of the things I noticed in the few months leading up to my arrest;
I'd met someone down south in a Toby Carvery type place for a chat. We were sat in a quiet corner of the boozer and not long after we got there a couple in their late 40's came in and sat a couple of tables away from us. After a couple of minutes I'd clocked that they just didn't 'belong'. Something wasn't right. They just didn't go together, but not in the way that they would have done if they'd had a row. We changed the topic of conversation from work to last nights football, ate our food and left to go somewhere else to talk. A few days later I was in a Tesco in the Midlands getting s few things for tea before driving home, and who should I clock following me around the supermarket but the same couple who'd sat a couple of tables away from me a few days ago in a boozer 100 miles away. They hadn't even bothered to change their clothes
I was followed to Manchester and back by a black Leon Cupra outgoing and a dark grey one on the way back. On my way back my driving was definitely enough to get me pulled. I was varying my speed between Driving Miss Daisy and a last grasp Quali Lap, driving around in circles and doubling back on myself, but the dark grey Leon was always a dozen car I lengths behind me.
The old couple next door to me sadly passed away within a couple of days of each other, which meant that there house was empty for a while whilst their children argued over their estate. This is relevant as I used to make my calls whilst walking around my back garden. Imagine my surprise when one afternoon whilst out in my back garden I heard s huge crash coming from the (empty) next door neighbours. I popped round to have a look, none of their kids cars on the road or the driveway, no sign of life inside the house. Looking through the un-used evidence, I found photos of me walking around my back garden that could only have been taken from the attic side window of next door.
I'd taken my baby daughter for a walk in her pram around some local woods with my mother, and left my car parked down on the lane. At the end of the walk I jogged ahead of my mother and daughter to go and unlock the car and move it so that both rear doors could be opened. Just as I got to my car, a biggish bloke with a beard screeched to a halt next to me in a white Mitsubishi Shogun, demanding abruptly to know where I'd been. After I'd replied "what the f
k has it got to do with you copper", he took one look at my mother walking around the corner pushing my daughter in her pram and sped off.Another time I was at a meeting in a liitle place in Southern Holland, sat outside a bar in the main village having a drink, a meal and a chat, I couldn't help noticing that the two fellas on the table opposite were far more interested in us than they were in their soft drinks.
One of the other guys had one of his safe houses broken into, but nothing, not a thing was stolen. Needless to say, the sweeper picked up several signals, but no bugs were found.
One days whilst cleaning one of the cars some random guy in Lycra on a pushbike pulled up faining interest in the empty house next door, and wanted to come through to my back garden to have a look at next doors back garden. He got a f
k off tablet.On our way back into the UK through Dover on our way back from holiday there was a guy waving the wife and I into the shed to be searched. Some other guy came running over to him, said something to him, and HMRC guy one stepped back and waved us through instead of into the searching shed
Right, erm, what was your question?
Yes, that's it. Why didn't I walk away? Why didn't I abort the mission?
When you've (allegedly) worked with a bunch if guys for a considerable as amount of years, you feel a sense of duty and loyalty towards them. To have walked away, to have cashed my chips in, that would have been letting my comrades down.
As for aborting the mission, I believe I answered that in depth on my post where I describe the moment when I got arrested.
Finally, you asked why the drop-off wasn't done somewhere quieter? If your doing something dodgy and you're trying to cover it up, then it stands out like a saw thumb that you're up to no good. If you hide in plain sight, 99% of folk don't bat an eyelid, don't even realise what's going on. And as for the 8ft high hedge, believe me mate, if I'd have had another 5 seconds to play with at the time, I'd have been through it or over it. Adrenalin racing through your vains can make you do remarkable things.
I hope this long winded explanation answers your question?
Cheers.
Edited by TVR Moneypit on Friday 27th October 22:27
k off".Now, I am an advocate of a well-timed "f
k-off", but only when the offender is known to me and of a certain ilk. But randomly dishing them out, in my opinion, makes one quite conspicuous for all the wrong reasons.The most successful criminals I've known have been quite charming and polite. They pay the electricity bill, they don't bypass the meter. They don't deal in knocked-off Nikes, in fact they don't engage in criminality outside of their specialist subject or peripheral necessities associated with it. I think they take the view that the more normal they appear the better.
Do you think that your demeanour and, dare I say it, attitude that it was all a bit of a wheeze (a game of war perhaps) might have contributed to your downfall?
TVR Moneypit said:
My job, was to teach a lot of these guys how to read. The Toe-by-Toe system would use phonetics to help the guys out. Despite my initial skepticism, the system works very well. Different guys progressed at different rates, but every single 'reader' made good to excellent progress, depending on how much time and effort they were willing to put in, but also it depended on how often the screws were willing to let me help guys out. The reality was, not very often. You see, the last thing the staff want is guys bettering themselves and doing anything to leave a life of crime behind them.
This seems like a shame.Did you feel there was a genuine desire from most inmates to rehabilitate and leave a life of crime?
Why would the staff not want the inmates to better themselves? I would have thought that the inmates who are motivated and demonstrate such desire/behaviour aren't going to be the ones causing staff trouble?
TVR Moneypit said:
99% of the time I am polite and mild mannered, but with Mr Lycra and the beard in the white Shogun, it was obvious to me who they really were.
At the point of having personal interactions with the people trying to put you in jail, didnt you know the game was up?Surely that is beyond the point to quit.
TVR Moneypit said:
The response from Security was, "it is a security risk for prisoners to do higher education".
With all due respect.. Thats only half the story there. What was the course?Did it require access to tools, specialist equipment, materials etc? Your index offence probably stopped acess to lots of stuff inside due to perceived risk levels.
Differnt kettle of fish doing a Masters in English Litt compared to one in pharmaceuticals.
Did you get involved in industry at all? I've heard examples of some jails having motor mech, tyre changing facilities for staff/visitors and also detailing.
Good luck on the out.
One question from me. Whats your view on your probation/resettlement services?
TVR Moneypit said:
g3org3y said:
This seems like a shame.
Did you feel there was a genuine desire from most inmates to rehabilitate and leave a life of crime?
Why would the staff not want the inmates to better themselves? I would have thought that the inmates who are motivated and demonstrate such desire/behaviour aren't going to be the ones causing staff trouble?
I'd say around 25-33% of prisoners genuinely want to better themselves, and yes, those are the ones who generally don't cause any bother.Did you feel there was a genuine desire from most inmates to rehabilitate and leave a life of crime?
Why would the staff not want the inmates to better themselves? I would have thought that the inmates who are motivated and demonstrate such desire/behaviour aren't going to be the ones causing staff trouble?
Yes, being a prison officer is a tough job. There are some great screws, but there's also a lot of bad ones, especially the backroom and admin staff who have little interaction with the cons.
I have somewhere in one of my boxes, a reply to an App, asking permission to study an Open University course which I was going to fund myself.
The response from Security was, "it is a security risk for prisoners to do higher education".
One question, someone once told me that the day is counted as one prison day and the evening another prison day, is that correct, does that mean you spent 3 actual years in prison?
AndStilliRise said:
TVR Moneypit said:
g3org3y said:
This seems like a shame.
Did you feel there was a genuine desire from most inmates to rehabilitate and leave a life of crime?
Why would the staff not want the inmates to better themselves? I would have thought that the inmates who are motivated and demonstrate such desire/behaviour aren't going to be the ones causing staff trouble?
I'd say around 25-33% of prisoners genuinely want to better themselves, and yes, those are the ones who generally don't cause any bother.Did you feel there was a genuine desire from most inmates to rehabilitate and leave a life of crime?
Why would the staff not want the inmates to better themselves? I would have thought that the inmates who are motivated and demonstrate such desire/behaviour aren't going to be the ones causing staff trouble?
Yes, being a prison officer is a tough job. There are some great screws, but there's also a lot of bad ones, especially the backroom and admin staff who have little interaction with the cons.
I have somewhere in one of my boxes, a reply to an App, asking permission to study an Open University course which I was going to fund myself.
The response from Security was, "it is a security risk for prisoners to do higher education".
One question, someone once told me that the day is counted as one prison day and the evening another prison day, is that correct, does that mean you spent 3 actual years in prison?
TVR Moneypit said:
Well, I said I answer your questions after I've finished bleeding the bleedin' brakes. The bad news is that the cars fought me all day long, (1 job turns into 5 more). The goods news is the reply to your question. Make yourself a brew, it's going to be a long one.
Here's some of the things I noticed in the few months leading up to my arrest;
I'd met someone down south in a Toby Carvery type place for a chat. We were sat in a quiet corner of the boozer and not long after we got there a couple in their late 40's came in and sat a couple of tables away from us. After a couple of minutes I'd clocked that they just didn't 'belong'. Something wasn't right. They just didn't go together, but not in the way that they would have done if they'd had a row. We changed the topic of conversation from work to last nights football, ate our food and left to go somewhere else to talk. A few days later I was in a Tesco in the Midlands getting s few things for tea before driving home, and who should I clock following me around the supermarket but the same couple who'd sat a couple of tables away from me a few days ago in a boozer 100 miles away. They hadn't even bothered to change their clothes
I was followed to Manchester and back by a black Leon Cupra outgoing and a dark grey one on the way back. On my way back my driving was definitely enough to get me pulled. I was varying my speed between Driving Miss Daisy and a last grasp Quali Lap, driving around in circles and doubling back on myself, but the dark grey Leon was always a dozen car I lengths behind me.
The old couple next door to me sadly passed away within a couple of days of each other, which meant that there house was empty for a while whilst their children argued over their estate. This is relevant as I used to make my calls whilst walking around my back garden. Imagine my surprise when one afternoon whilst out in my back garden I heard s huge crash coming from the (empty) next door neighbours. I popped round to have a look, none of their kids cars on the road or the driveway, no sign of life inside the house. Looking through the un-used evidence, I found photos of me walking around my back garden that could only have been taken from the attic side window of next door.
I'd taken my baby daughter for a walk in her pram around some local woods with my mother, and left my car parked down on the lane. At the end of the walk I jogged ahead of my mother and daughter to go and unlock the car and move it so that both rear doors could be opened. Just as I got to my car, a biggish bloke with a beard screeched to a halt next to me in a white Mitsubishi Shogun, demanding abruptly to know where I'd been. After I'd replied "what the fk has it got to do with you copper", he took one look at my mother walking around the corner pushing my daughter in her pram and sped off.
Another time I was at a meeting in a liitle place in Southern Holland, sat outside a bar in the main village having a drink, a meal and a chat, I couldn't help noticing that the two fellas on the table opposite were far more interested in us than they were in their soft drinks.
One of the other guys had one of his safe houses broken into, but nothing, not a thing was stolen. Needless to say, the sweeper picked up several signals, but no bugs were found.
One days whilst cleaning one of the cars some random guy in Lycra on a pushbike pulled up faining interest in the empty house next door, and wanted to come through to my back garden to have a look at next doors back garden. He got a fk off tablet.
On our way back into the UK through Dover on our way back from holiday there was a guy waving the wife and I into the shed to be searched. Some other guy came running over to him, said something to him, and HMRC guy one stepped back and waved us through instead of into the searching shed
Right, erm, what was your question?
Yes, that's it. Why didn't I walk away? Why didn't I abort the mission?
When you've (allegedly) worked with a bunch if guys for a considerable as amount of years, you feel a sense of duty and loyalty towards them. To have walked away, to have cashed my chips in, that would have been letting my comrades down.
As for aborting the mission, I believe I answered that in depth on my post where I describe the moment when I got arrested.
Finally, you asked why the drop-off wasn't done somewhere quieter? If your doing something dodgy and you're trying to cover it up, then it stands out like a saw thumb that you're up to no good. If you hide in plain sight, 99% of folk don't bat an eyelid, don't even realise what's going on. And as for the 8ft high hedge, believe me mate, if I'd have had another 5 seconds to play with at the time, I'd have been through it or over it. Adrenalin racing through your vains can make you do remarkable things.
I hope this long winded explanation answers your question?
Cheers.
Thanks for the lengthy reply. It makes sense. Don't think I would have the bottle for it as soon as I knew they were following/tracking etc. Here's some of the things I noticed in the few months leading up to my arrest;
I'd met someone down south in a Toby Carvery type place for a chat. We were sat in a quiet corner of the boozer and not long after we got there a couple in their late 40's came in and sat a couple of tables away from us. After a couple of minutes I'd clocked that they just didn't 'belong'. Something wasn't right. They just didn't go together, but not in the way that they would have done if they'd had a row. We changed the topic of conversation from work to last nights football, ate our food and left to go somewhere else to talk. A few days later I was in a Tesco in the Midlands getting s few things for tea before driving home, and who should I clock following me around the supermarket but the same couple who'd sat a couple of tables away from me a few days ago in a boozer 100 miles away. They hadn't even bothered to change their clothes
I was followed to Manchester and back by a black Leon Cupra outgoing and a dark grey one on the way back. On my way back my driving was definitely enough to get me pulled. I was varying my speed between Driving Miss Daisy and a last grasp Quali Lap, driving around in circles and doubling back on myself, but the dark grey Leon was always a dozen car I lengths behind me.
The old couple next door to me sadly passed away within a couple of days of each other, which meant that there house was empty for a while whilst their children argued over their estate. This is relevant as I used to make my calls whilst walking around my back garden. Imagine my surprise when one afternoon whilst out in my back garden I heard s huge crash coming from the (empty) next door neighbours. I popped round to have a look, none of their kids cars on the road or the driveway, no sign of life inside the house. Looking through the un-used evidence, I found photos of me walking around my back garden that could only have been taken from the attic side window of next door.
I'd taken my baby daughter for a walk in her pram around some local woods with my mother, and left my car parked down on the lane. At the end of the walk I jogged ahead of my mother and daughter to go and unlock the car and move it so that both rear doors could be opened. Just as I got to my car, a biggish bloke with a beard screeched to a halt next to me in a white Mitsubishi Shogun, demanding abruptly to know where I'd been. After I'd replied "what the f
k has it got to do with you copper", he took one look at my mother walking around the corner pushing my daughter in her pram and sped off.Another time I was at a meeting in a liitle place in Southern Holland, sat outside a bar in the main village having a drink, a meal and a chat, I couldn't help noticing that the two fellas on the table opposite were far more interested in us than they were in their soft drinks.
One of the other guys had one of his safe houses broken into, but nothing, not a thing was stolen. Needless to say, the sweeper picked up several signals, but no bugs were found.
One days whilst cleaning one of the cars some random guy in Lycra on a pushbike pulled up faining interest in the empty house next door, and wanted to come through to my back garden to have a look at next doors back garden. He got a f
k off tablet.On our way back into the UK through Dover on our way back from holiday there was a guy waving the wife and I into the shed to be searched. Some other guy came running over to him, said something to him, and HMRC guy one stepped back and waved us through instead of into the searching shed
Right, erm, what was your question?
Yes, that's it. Why didn't I walk away? Why didn't I abort the mission?
When you've (allegedly) worked with a bunch if guys for a considerable as amount of years, you feel a sense of duty and loyalty towards them. To have walked away, to have cashed my chips in, that would have been letting my comrades down.
As for aborting the mission, I believe I answered that in depth on my post where I describe the moment when I got arrested.
Finally, you asked why the drop-off wasn't done somewhere quieter? If your doing something dodgy and you're trying to cover it up, then it stands out like a saw thumb that you're up to no good. If you hide in plain sight, 99% of folk don't bat an eyelid, don't even realise what's going on. And as for the 8ft high hedge, believe me mate, if I'd have had another 5 seconds to play with at the time, I'd have been through it or over it. Adrenalin racing through your vains can make you do remarkable things.
I hope this long winded explanation answers your question?
Cheers.
Edited by TVR Moneypit on Friday 27th October 22:27
TVR Moneypit said:
I personally think that the surveillance teams make themselves known at times in order to stir up the hornets nest, so that they can observe possible evac procedures.
Or maybe I'm giving them too much credit?
That's very interesting. Wouldn't surprise me if the latter but you never know.Or maybe I'm giving them too much credit?
Edited by anonymous-user on Saturday 28th October 12:00
TVR Moneypit said:
I'd met someone down south in a Toby Carvery type place for a chat. We were sat in a quiet corner of the boozer and not long after we got there a couple in their late 40's came in and sat a couple of tables away from us. After a couple of minutes I'd clocked that they just didn't 'belong'. Something wasn't right. They just didn't go together, but not in the way that they would have done if they'd had a row. We changed the topic of conversation from work to last nights football, ate our food and left to go somewhere else to talk. A few days later I was in a Tesco in the Midlands getting s few things for tea before driving home, and who should I clock following me around the supermarket but the same couple who'd sat a couple of tables away from me a few days ago in a boozer 100 miles away. They hadn't even bothered to change their clothes
All the other ones I can understand you doubting yourself, but this couple incident seems very clear.Did you discuss it with your colleagues? Did they not believe you, or was it a case of yourselves feeling invincible as you had been successful for so long.
Did anyone else also report similar incidents of feeling followed?
I'm curious about this too.
Once it became obvious that the police were following you, why didn't you collectively bail?
I mean, all the reports talk about the operation being ran as a very slick, professional business, so you guys clearly weren't ignorant buffoons.
Edit: I know you already answered similar questions but it still doesn't compute for me, tbh!
Once it became obvious that the police were following you, why didn't you collectively bail?
I mean, all the reports talk about the operation being ran as a very slick, professional business, so you guys clearly weren't ignorant buffoons.
Edit: I know you already answered similar questions but it still doesn't compute for me, tbh!
Edited by TheJimi on Saturday 28th October 13:52
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