Head Down, Chin Up

Guildford Crown Court May 2022. It could have gone either way. Six months earlier I had been extradited from Italy on an International Arrest Warrant for Drug Trafficking. One month in Rebibbia in Rome and five months on remand in High Down and Wanno. How did it get to this point? What errors had I made to be looking at 20 years in the Big House? You’d have to go back a few years. Growing up in the 80’s was a brilliant time, Ska music, Paul Weller, The Casual Look, Football and at the end of the 80’s...Acid House. I can still remember my first E, I stopped off at McDonalds in Kensington and necked half a capsule of MDMA with my mate Ben, RIP. Fuck all happened and I even ended up having a fight in the club! That would have been early 88 at one of Philip Sallon’s nights. After loads more pills, it was on to the old chop chop and Energy raves in Surrey, Love Parades in Berlin. Throw in Boy George, Mr C, Dr. Motte, The London Posse, Mad Mick from Moss Side, Patpong, Koh Samui, The Cock Tavern in Somerstown, Arsenal, Samson and Scotty, Melbourne, Dave Beasant and you start to see how it all came to be.