It is difficult to understand how and why someone (even a wild didicoy) should threaten another human being with violence and do it in a public place within the hearing of a bar full of people, more difficult yet to fathom out are the motives for such action in this public place, (a saloon bar) with a dozen or more peaceful people present and within earshot. Really daft.
And it becomes really impossible to comprehend such an action when we add a child to the scenario, such as Mary (shown here), aged nine she is
Whatever issues need to be confronted between adults, when Mary my daughter is exposed to such animalistic behaviour to seek a resolution I just despair and I thank God that I am not driven to engage in such ridiculous antics.
On this 4th January 2013 sunny Friday morning in Peterborough I am entitled to go about my business unhindered with my 9 year old daughter. Mary is not YOUR child and she has been raised differently from your own ducklings. She is the youngest of my several joys, a little daughter begot in later life,not only my daughter but one of the manifestations of life's longing for itself. She is under my tutelage, mine and Martha's guardianship and NOT yours and she is part of me.
she does not need any extraneous influences from you nor such violent violent interventions affecting/intervening of yours JHD - THANK YOU. Neither she nor I - and have sought to discover OR SEEK THEM OUT.
She IS but an INNOCENT BYSTANDER WHO YOU HAVE NO BLOODY RIGHT TO ABUSE OR INVOLVE IN VIOLENT ABUSE A cowardly act on your part I say unto you John Davis, bloody cowardly JHD. I HOPE YOU GET THAT MESSAGE en clair John Davis. You had better get it now my boy. This blog page warns you whilst advising you also.
Yes, she has seen violence threatened now, like some video game. What does she deduce from it?
An erstwhile relative threatening her Father
Peter, seeks to console, comfort and reassure her by telling her that Uncle John Henry Davis is angry with himself and throwing his toys out of his pram because he (me, her Dad) has written something that annoys Uncle John and Uncle John wants to kick your Dad with his great big army boots, - but Uncle John Henry may not hurt her. She should not worry! The Police are their to protect us from didicoy rubbish such as this.
Despite any such reassurances the nine year old Mary is afraid. She tells Dad to call the Police again, which he does. The two Belfast boys listening in, agree. That's the best way to avoid a fracas in the street or the bar they say.
So, at around 1230 today the 4.1.2013 the much recently troubled and maligned Police, in the form of Officer Max Walsh, arrive in a Police vehicle. He (Max) is looking for you in Cowgate. You have scarpered me mate JHD, gone orf quick,skeedaddles ent ya, sprinted Olympian like along the guttered street, before the ('Old Bill', as your family Sophists call them) arrives.
Officer Walsh is nice and advises me to go quietly now about my own business. He says he will look for you and advise you how you should comport yersel' . Naturally, I am bothered. but for Mary's sake and not to waste the day, I follow his advice.
This afternnon I visit Dr Outar at my Orton NHS surgery to check for any arrow heads stuck in me or other wounds - and because you have disturbed my day and my BP and exacerbated my anxieties and arthritus. Dr Outar advises me what to do to protect my health and MNary's too
And tomorrow I shall complete this circle and this log at the Peterborough Police Station with a formal complaint my brother. Yes I shall JHD, the 'Old Bill' will receive me well I am sure.
I owe thanks today to Max Walsh, Owen Kennedy and Ron Scott and the Weatherspoon's staff in Peterborough.
Let there be peace for Dad and Mum's sake, and let their be swift justice for their sake too: should it please the Lord. Amin.
Advice, GIT yersel' off to Franze with Caligula quick, and seek Asylum there JHD whilst slapping in the face with a wet kipper a few frogs, you might git away wif it in Franze and it'll make you feel better I have no doubt
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