During the past twelve months and more of effectively being barred from publishing content on my own web page, some might be wondering, asides the obvious, how I managed to fill my time. It takes a while to get back to normal (or rather the new normal) after being incarcerated.
Above: tomatoes, potatoes, cabbage, onions can all be grown in containers.
Since my arrest in April 2020 (for which I am due to stand trial for causing gross offence with another parody song); since that arrest two years ago just as the first Lockdown began, I have learned how to grow vegetables and flowers in containers. A real Christmas tree is flourishing, as well as salads, root veg, onions and herbs. My most successful crop so far is Swiss chard, variety Bright Lights. Spring onions and carrots also did well.
Despite various excuses made over the past four months by the Courts and Tribunals Service as to why I had not received any official notification for the new trial against me, supposed to begin Friday, February 18th, the fact remains that the document delivered electronically, last Thursday 17th, with less than a day’s notice, was the first time I had set eyes on any official summons to attend trial.
Perhaps, if I had told a joke about the Roma Holocaust — or sanctioned a millennia-old goblin-banker stereotype for Hollywood movies based on a children’s book series — things might be different: I would not again be facing jail time for causing ‘gross offence’ with another parody song.
Hope Not Hate’s Matthew Collins has been up to his usual tricks recently, apparently paying a photographer to camp outside my door. As well, despite one official complaint in 2018 to his bosses at Hope Not Hate, he is again flirting with unlawfulness by reproducing screenshots sent to him by one of his little spies on Facebook. Collins of course is no stranger to intimidation, threats, violence – even against women. It would be no surprise if the person feeding him juicy tidbits from my Facebook page publicly parades as a far right nationalist and probably even chats to me regularly on Facebook. Vermin.
Last Monday, a month or so after Collins’ latest antics, Hope Not Hate (HnH) published its annual edition of State of Hate. Rather than asking the obvious question (Why no “zero tolerance” when it comes to Michele Renouf’s ‘historic acquittal’ in Dresden last October?), the author instead presents what could be a passable script for the latest edition of Eastenders Nationalism. Either that or it’s a pitch for a new game show ‘Pimp My Offense’.
Like any TV production team, HnH may have the funding, but do they have the talent? Some of the information is correct, regarding both Renouf and myself. The character smears, however, come straight from the mouths of the Lidy and her long time, dashing companion, the oh-so-gallant Captain Clever-Clogs himself. In short, HnH once again are merely confirming that they are in choppy waters, using any distraction to try and convince readers of my awfulness.
Both camps will be anxiously following my upcoming cases with a great deal of interest. Not long to wait. My next trial opens this coming Tuesday, March 30th at 10 am, Westminster Magistrates Court, London. Whatever the outcome, HnH will be blaming me, for years to come, for ‘starting a cat-fight’ which they helped engineer.
If I do lose my case, then it will be just one more instance showing that, as far as seeking justice is concerned, Anything Goes.
Those of you who watched my recent BitChute video will know that this latest number is another TMML Productions collaboration with Gerard Menuhin.
After receiving the first version from Gerard in 2017, I did have a go, but wasn’t quite ready. Some ideas are best shut in the bottom drawer then dug out again after a few years. Five years. Hard to believe.
One of my issues with the words at the time, if I remember rightly, was the fact that the character in the song has transitioned from male to female. How could I perform such a role convincingly? Nor was I able to find a solution for the rhythm and phrasing, until about a fortnight ago, when I came up with a bossa nova theme, one that I feel fits perfectly with the incongruous, the unnatural and the unauthentic. Almost six minutes of bewildering musical loveliness – at least that’s my own impression.
This number follows on nicely from two other recent satirical songs, Mission Photo-op and Anything Goes, – the latter to be re-released as a “live” vocal version. One more swing number and I will have a second E.P; both produced in under four months, since October.
It is not currently in my interest, legally speaking, to rake in donations – although if you wish to contribute a small sum I would be very grateful. (I need to make sure that my websites are up-to-date, possibly offering some form of subscription.) It would be great to hear your suggestions regarding what kind of music or topic you would like to hear more of, within reason of course. And if you would like to help in other ways, then please like, follow and share if you can.
For some reason, during what turned out to be his final few days before apparently succumbing to heart failure early yesterday morning, I had been thinking about Richard Edmonds. In particular, I remembered him telling me more than once how much he loved my songs. “They’re the most entertaining thing I’ve ever heard,” he said. He was bashful, yet sincere.
Despite having been coerced, later on, into denouncing me as “a traitor and a saboteur”, there is no doubt that Richard did do all he could to try and persuade his nationalist BFFs* to change their opinion of me.
February 18th 2018, Jewish News UK published this article, falsely claiming that Michele Renouf had been arrested in Germany :
Within less than a minute, both the URL and headline were altered. No arrest took place; the ex-model was merely “probed”(!) by Dresden police . The corrected article is still online.
Season’s greetings to all. Here is a brief review of 2019 that, in the end, turned out to be not so brief. The new year is fraught with the prospect of yet another upcoming spell behind bars, for singing songs. More on that later…
Alison Chabloz 
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