Thanks for your message, Sergeant.
Here is my statement:
Following previous treatment of me by Derbyshire Constabulary, including six arrests, unwarranted detention and seizure of my property whilst seemingly being reluctant to carry out any proper investigation into harassment of which I am the victim, this statement will be published in full on my blog alisonchabloz.wordpress.com as well as forwarded to my solicitor, my barrister, and to Ms Jane Grenfell of the UK Charity Commission.
Looking back over the past 12 months, it’s hard to describe my year as being anything other than eventful. Thank you to all my followers, readers and donors – your support has enabled me to continue the fight and remain strong in the face of ever-increasing adversary.
In the past, – asides those contracts on cruise ships where I entertained live audiences daily – my musical performances were more often than not part of some folk gathering or open mic session. Of course, most artists desire a live audience and such events were always enjoyable, giving me the opportunity to meet other musicians playing the local circuit in the North West and Derbyshire.
There’s no denying that I sometimes feel great sadness about having lost this part of my life. Many of those closest to me now are understandably concerned for my safety and believe that appearing at open mics elsewhere is simply not worth the risk.
Another spate of Twitter accounts hacked, or is it simply a case of the same old excuse being dug out in order to save face?
Who might have come up with the idea in the first place? Let’s take an educated guess:
Being a writer today can be tough. The Internet has done away with newspapers as we used to know them whilst bloggers sound their own trumpets from their own platforms. Established hacks are obliged to tender begging bowls to keep their jobs and the quality of mainstream journalism is clearly in decline. Print is becoming gradually obsolete as everyone on the planet turns to web-based news and Kindle.
Several months back, I was surprised to receive notification from Facebook that Stephen Applebaum, writer and reviewer for several Jewish publications, had liked one of my posts. At the time, I honestly wondered whether Mr Applebaum had changed his opinion regards my work – after my famous quenelle salute in Edinburgh, I remember sparring with him. Today, following some sterling research carried out by a loyal friend, I realise that Mr Applebaum’s Facebook like must have been in error.