I bottled a freaking pikey (smashed a half-emptied beer bottle over his noggin) and apparently there was a grassie around to pin it on me. I was whisked off to the nick and locked up for several hours in a dank cell.

The low-life breed I confronted, and the likes of him, has smeared the Irish people's name long enough, it's time to wreak hell in their own backyards.

Pikeys and papists, who could possibly miss them? I'm facing charges, one of wich is the tired old grievous bodily harm rubbish. Put me in gaol, I'll bounce back and fly the Union Jack again.

Fenian scum and low-lifes: On yer bike!

Jag har nu handskrivit inte mindre än 20 A4-ark och dessa ska delas ut i brevlådor runt om i stan. Mer av allt är min slogan. Texten fördömer regimen, men det slutar inte där. Jag tar upp det faktum att jorden är ihålig och att en fantastisk inre värld finnes där. Mitt parti SOS är som en Nebelwerfer på steroider. SOS: Garanterat regimkritiskt och garanterat oberoende.