Saturday, 27 December 2014
Today would have been my friend's birthday, and I've been asked--for the umpteenth time--if I'm ever going to have the book published in download form. The answer has usually been no. The publisher who did the original is no longer around.
Then I got to thinking. I've acquired the rights back to all of my earlier books, which allows me to farm them out if I think the new publisher will do a good job--hence Aurum publishing nine of them earlier this year.
So I made a decision. I will republish "Marlene, My Friend", putting back all the chunks the original publisher edited out for fear of being sued by Maria Riva, Marlene's daughter. I will do this when she dies--she turned 90 recently.
When I was writing the book, the arrangement was that it would not be published while my friend was still alive.
"I'm almost ninety, so you won't have to wait long," she told me.
The fact that Marlene wouldn't be around for much longer filled me with horror. I had the same arrangement with Elizabeth Taylor and wanted them to live forever. The new book, Joey Stefano, is one that I wished I had never written--Joey should still have been with us, and would have turned 47 next week. Maria Riva is a different kettle of fish. I bear her no ill-will despite us having had "words" in the past, but she means nothing to me so I won't be shedding any tears when she leaves us, no more than she would weep for me.
Posted by David Bret at 07:40
Tuesday, 16 December 2014
How people dislike having a taste of their own medicine. Your employee, Dave Wilkinson, commented on a group, "Who the f*ck is David Bret?" and was criticised for his language. His friend, Alan Blake, posted a picture of my wife with Frank Skinner and made vulgar references to her "huge f*cking lugholes", and stated that she looked like Professor Stephen Hawking, just dragged out of his wheelchair. More vile comments followed about disabled and gay people, besides innumerable racist slurs. Someone posted a picture of Margaret Thatcher and said that this was my mother. A woman who made fun of my mother was wholly unaware that her own mother had been correspondent when my mother filed for divorce in April 1971. Wilkinson posted a picture of a motorway bridge over which he had placed the sign, in flashing lights, "David Bret is a f*cking c*nt". Blake made comments that I had "bummed" my way around the world, and that I had had a sexual relationship with Peter Sutcliffe. As a result he was reported to the police in Preston.
Between them, Wilkinson and Blake directed the word "c*nt" 453 times on various Facebook pages toward my wife and myself--mostly towards my wife, who is not even on the Internet. These people constantly changed their names, and insulted other people on the group they kept sneaking into. In my file I have 14 different people who joined in with the tirade. I reported Wilkinson to his employer, Paragon Carpets, because he was promoting his filth under their name. He removed their logo, then wrote that his boss, David Rhodes, had called him into the office and congratulated him on his comments, furthermore that Mr. Rhodes agreed that I was a "c*nt" and that my wife looked like Professor Hawking. Wilkinson further affirmed that his boss was so impressed that he had placed these comments on the company noticeboard so that his other 37 employees could see that I was a "c*nt" and that my wide did indeed look like Professor Hawking.
Last night I gave a statement to South Yorkshire Police, who have been supplied with the requisite screen-shots and the 14 names referred to above. This included a screen-shot where Mr. Wilkinson boasts that he was arrested, and that the arresting officer and his lawyer also told him that I was a "c*nt" and that my wife looked like Stephen Hawking. The policewoman who took my statement found this very interesting. Wilkinson has since changed the privacy settings on his Facebook page, but the police can still access them.
Today, someone called Andrew Sellars, who works as a carer at the Mulberry Manor Nursing Home in Swinton, made crude remarks about my wife and wheelchairs, only slightly less puerile than remarks he made earlier. I shudder to think that any relative of mine would ever end up being cared for by someone who mocks disabled people. Needless to say this information has been passed on to the police and to his employers.
Yesterday on the phone, Mr. Rhodes denied making such remarks, but I have no proof of this, not that I am calling him a liar in the least. Today, Mr. Rhodes informed me that if I badmouth him or his company, he will place this matter in the hands of his lawyers. I have NEVER bad-mouthed him or his company, nor do I have any intention of doing so. It is Mr. Wilkinson who made the statement regarding what Mr. Rhodes is supposed to have said, and about what has allegedly been posted by Mr. Rhodes on the company noticeboard. Therefore, in matters legal, it is not up to me to offer a retraction because I have done, said and written NOTHING to retract. It is up to Mr. Rhodes to prove that he did NOT say what has been claimed. All that has been written and what I have reported has come from Dave Wilkinson himself~~I have merely paraphrased what I have read.
Here the matter becomes interesting. Rather than ask you not to take legal action against me, well aware that in any court of law you would not have a leg to stand on~~I have had 28 court cases in the past and won 27 of them, so I always enter the room well-prepared~~I actually welcome you to take me to court, because if this happens, there will be no more paraphrasing. I, or my barrister, will read out before the judge, public and attendant press, EXACTLY what has been written in Mr. Wilkinson's comments, and whatever he claims has been said, by whomever. It will not be pleasant for me to pronounce the word "c**t 453 times, and the "f**k word even more, but I will do it.
Posted by David Bret at 11:35
Monday, 15 December 2014
He's an arrogant, homophobic, racist pig who is one step to the left of the late, unlamented Bernard Manning. If he finds this insulting, I'm sure he's going to hear worse. He even has a woman's name, which is a good place to start of with those inevitable jokes.
He is what UKIP is all about. Nigel Farage swilling ale in his local and pretending to be one of the lads. The party is a flash in the pan, an excuse for idiots to turn to because they're pissed off with the major parties, who themselves know as much about the real world and the people they serve as I know about nuclear science.
This fat slob used homophobic words to describe our gay community, revolting words when talking about the Chinese community, and boasted about going 'peasant hunting' in Chigwell. He claims that he only said this because he was under stress, and taking medication for his back. Hey, Fatso. I'm permanently on pain killers but I don't feel it necessary to go around making such remarks.
Rarely a week goes by when there is not some kind of UKIP scandal, and I guess that some of these people have so many skeletons lurking in their closets that in time they will all emerge and throttle the party into oblivion.
But in the meantime, it's enjoyable watching them topple, one by one.
Kerry Smith quits as UKIP parliamentary candidate
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Kerry Smith has resigned as a UKIP prospective parliamentary candidate after apologising for offensive remarks he made in a phone call.
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