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Saturday, 8 September 2012
Crime and Punishment
This is a picture of a nasty, local scallywag which I gave to the police recently to help them identify him after a series of anti-social acts committed by him, which culminated in a mugging in broad daylight, right outside a friend's shop here in Bath. I had not blurred the face in the picture I gave the coppers, and I'm not sure I should have blurred it in this one either.
He first appeared on the streets of Bath a few months ago, stopping everyone he met - including me - and asking them for money, because he was 'homeless'. He would walk all around our local pub begging, until he was chucked out and told not to return. He still returned though, and some idiots actually gave him money.
He looks very fit and healthy - for a junkie - and can obviously afford a mobile phone, even though he is regularly seen with uncapped syringes poking through the pockets of his trousers.
He has stolen stuff from all over the place, so I am assuming that he stole his bicycle as well. His technique when mugging is to ride up to his victim on the pavement and then ram them with it. When they fall to the ground, he circles them to prevent them from standing up as his accomplice goes through the pockets and takes anything of value.
The person he mugged in my local street had just arrived on a day trip from Bristol, and was very shaken indeed. He began by refusing to press charges with the police, but the police leaned on him and he relented. This bastard's victims are always small and skinny, and he is fit and muscular.
I and a few other people have been trying to get him hosed off our streets and banged up where he may be able to reflect on his social responsibilities, and - at the request of the police - I took this photo of him as he cycled past the pub, where I was outside having a fag when I saw him coming.
An officer called me about the photo, and then gave me his email address so I could forward it on. They worked out who he was, and had already been contacted about some nasty drug-deals he had been reported for. They had a couple of plain clothed officers tail him for a week or two, then they finally jumped out of their car and arrested him as he was in the process of mugging another (skinny and feeble) friend of mine as he was delivering clothes to a charity shop.
I thought that was that - good job done - but now I hear that the police have let him go again, saying that the evidence against him is not strong enough to take to court.
The officer in charge has been speaking to frightened pedestrians who have been accosted by him, advising them to stay away from our shopping street in case he happens to be there. So now the retailers who have been targeted by him are losing customers because of him as well. I know the police have a difficult job to do, but time and time again, I have handed them stuff on a plate, only for it to be ignored for fear of overspending on their budget without a conviction.
I had to dissuade a beefy friend of mine from having a little talk with this particular bastard, as - most likely - it would have been my friend who ended up in prison, not the bastard in the photo.
Meanwhile, the police bide their time as they wait for him to do something so utterly bad that no jury in the land would fail to convict - like riding a bicycle on the pavement. Bear in mind that H.I. was recently fined £70 for throwing a cigarette-butt in the gutter. I fucking give up.