Personal Report Update [17th September 1999]: by George Farquhar

Government Agents on the Run

I have not been subjected to under-cover surveillance by the police in over six months. Certainly not the kind that is of the intently obvious, "we are watching you and we want you to know it" type, that I am very used to by now

On Friday 17th September at approximately 10.00pm I went to a local social evening in Glastonbury with a friend of mine. The event is a strictly, no-smoking, no-drinking night which always has a very laid-back, friendly, family atmosphere.

Within about 20 minutes I spotted about 6 under-cover police. They stick out like a fish out of water, as most of them appear either very nervous and uncomfortable or cocky and cunning.

I have had enough experience to know the "under-surveillance" vibe very well now, and it was obvious to me that I was getting "checked-out" throughout the evening.

At about 12.00pm my friend and I left to go home. As we left the building there just happened to be two of the police officers, one walking in front of us and one behind us, and no-one else being around at that time. A coincidence? I don't think so!!

My friend and I walked up a lane into Silver Street where my friend lives. Just before we reached her house we passed two other plain clothes officers who glared straight through me. As I passed I said directly to them, "I know - I know". By this statement I meant, I know who they are, I know what their game is, I cannot be intimidated by it anymore and they cannot stop what I fully intend to do. Expose them!

My friend and I decided to walk on past her house where after about 5 mins, we stopped by the side of the road. Within a few minutes a large white police van, with no-markings, but with 2 blue lights on top and blacked out side and rear windows, pulled up about 30 metres from us at the end of Bere Lane. A plain-clothed officer in the front passenger seat was staring directly at me as the vehicle sat far about 5 minutes or so, in the middle of the road, then drove off.

18th Sept

At approximately 4.30pm I drove to Wells recycling depot. Before I even got out of the car I noticed a man looking very intently at me. He continued to "stare" for about 10 minutes as I went around my business. He then he jumped into a large light-grey van and drove off.

A few minutes after this, I left to go into Wells Trading Company in the centre of town. Wells Trading Co. is down a dead end street about 2 miles distance from the recycling depot. At approximately 4.50pm I drove down the street and the same man, sitting in the same van was parked in a side road near Wells Trading Co.

By this time I was really pissed-off!

As I drove past the van, the man again glared intently at me. I stopped my car, and as I did so, the van started to slowly drive off toward the main road. I then ran up to the drivers side window and started to try and take photos of the man, but my camera jammed!! As I did this he had a look of panic on his face, before putting his arm up to shield himself from getting his photo taken.

He then accelerated to get away, so I slammed the side window and the side of the van very hard with the flat of my hand for him to stop. He didn't. As he drove up to the main road I ran after the van to try and catch him at the junction but he was too fast, and got away. I then ran back to my car and drove around Wells, trying to find him, to no avail! The man was tall and slim, dark hair, pale complexion, about mid-40's. The vans registration was E57 MTC

I then drove back to Wells Trading Co, to do my business. After this at about 6.30 I had arrived to visit a good friend to tell him what had happened. As I drove into Silver Street, Glastonbury, and parked my car, a large dark blue sedan car, pulled out of a nearby carpark and passed me. The man inside the car glared at me with an angry, frustrated look on his face as he drove past and sped around the corner He was a large man, overweight, grey swept back hair about late-50's. Reg. No K604 MMD

The true face of the police hierarchy is finally emerging.................... cowards!

I never told anyone that I was going to go to Wells Trading Company or to my friends house. Only I knew, yet 'they' were waiting there before I was!

How could this be possible?

Remote Neural Monitoring?