Great store for shopping goods ranging from perfum...

Great store for shopping goods ranging from perfume on ground level to animal pet store at top where you might find a tiger.

However since 09 one has had a community proped up by Mr bigs cocaine cartel and a dark police force encircling one on the streets and into stores. I have been fitted up as a scapegoat (whipping boy) for the arrival of a dark police force (singing SIRENS) whom are using mobile encirclement warfare on the streets of west london.

This is being done to contain mr bigs street operaters to disrupt Mr Big (top brass laundrette bosses of cartel network).

I am being blamed as a spokesman by the neighbour 'hood' of Mr Big and have been used as a Cat's paw by the singing SIRENS to act as a honey pot to trap mr bigs street operaters against ones will.

Now the community under the establishment and Mr bigs idolatry of Mr big encircle one on streets and into stores with tight encirclement with whistle, wide cavity of feign of musculature yawn, eyeball, to break me to have me locked up in an assylum where I would meet my own feign of death.

The Cartel community and establishment together are manipulating GPs and the medical world by souping up my medical files to change my identity from a nervous light student to a deranged delusional psychopath. This is liable slander as I was attending university during this period and passed all my exams to gain a degree in psychology with birkbeck in year 15.

A SIREN. GP infiltrated medical office to soup up my medical files the see a freind quack of hers. "So it says here that you imagine gangs and cars following you" , the man in white coat and thick black glasses with black quiff whom resembled a penguin.

"No I do not imagine anything of the sort I am being encircled by organised mobile networks of the cocaine cartel".

"Oh and why would that be!", the quack says...

"I have been fitted up as a spokesman, (supergrass) by mr big of the cartel..."

He gets out a syringe to say can I inject you in the bottom..."No you cannot", I said to walk with pace out his office door through a dark ward of comatised zombies...

I continued my 4 year degree programme to graduate in year 15...During this period I was being hunt encircled into college on the campus by 'mobile' cartel networks with whistle, eyeball, death threats but endured this test.

In year 16 I do some detective work to find out why I was being hunt encircled and slandered and dehumanized on the streets and in 'big' stores. The cartel network of mr big had been persuing one into the local medical centre to paint me to medical staff and GPs as a deranged man and troubled man.

A new overqualified GP then arrived in year 11 to meet me on the streets from return man hunts. The cartel/police/health care community was in momentum in mass machine of menace of vans, cars, in covert camoflage as electrical, mail, building trucks, council refuge trucks, transit hire vans, many with logos HealthCare,

Deadline, ...Cleanstreets...these machines would drive alongside one to paint an assosiation of me being dirty and in need of Health Care to the world. The GP whom Id only seen once was giving me disaproval eyegaze after being circle hunted by mass numbers and penetrated with taunting whistle, confrontation, blow horns.brow buts to the head...from builders with scarface...

I then phone up a health clinic to find out if Ive been labeled by a GP of the establishment. A woman with africaan accsent laughs at me to say to me...."you have delusional disorder, ha ha ha", she laughs. Can I speak with the quack 'gonzo', I ask..."Sadly he has just died she tells me...

I then phone the GP to file a complaint at a false medical label by the cartel community establishment...The GP asks for evidence...I decline to be wary of this GP...I take it to the courts to clear my name of damaged reputation by liable slander of souping up my medical files...The GP in year 17 vanishes from medical duty.

I ask for your loyal alliance to not fall short of slanderous gossip and to do good for man.