To Live Outside the Law. Caught by Operation Julie, Britain's Biggest Drugs Bust PDF
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Twenty-nine years on from his release from prison, Leaf Fielding has been a teacher in Spain and a philanthropist, setting up a home for orphans in Malawi. He now sells organic produce in the south of France where he lives. To Live Outside the Law A memoir Leaf Fielding “October Song” by Robin Williamson © 1967 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) All rights administered by Warner/Chappell North America Ltd All rights reserved A complete catalogue record for this book can be obtained from the British Library on request The right of Leaf Fielding to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 Copyright © 2011 Leaf Fielding All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher. First published in 2011 by Serpent’s Tail, an imprint of Profile Books Ltd 3A Exmouth House Pine Street London EC1R 0JH website: www.serpentstail.com ISBN 978 1 84668 796 9 eISBN 978 1 84765 761 9 Designed and typeset by The paper this book is printed on is certified by the © 1996 Forest Stewardship Council A.C. (FSC). It is ancient-forest friendly. The printer holds FSC chain of custody SGS-COC-2061 I dedicate this book to Sue, my fiercest critic and principal supporter Anybody who sets out to turn the world upside down has no right to complain if he gets caught in its gears. Frederik Pohl and C. M. Kornbluth, The Space Merchants Contents 1 Operation Julie 2 The Abbey 3 Built on sand 4 Summer in the sixties 5 The Julie mob 6 A leaf in God’s forest 7 Bail 8 Electric Eel to Florence 9 On a dirt road in Turkey 10 Trial 11 Prison blues 12 Freaks 13 Indochina 14 Bird 15 Tabbing 16 Mary and cream 17 High inside 18 Distributor head 19 The Timex men Epilogue Whatever happened to …? Glossary of prison slang Acknowledgements 1 Operation Julie 26 March 1977 I WOKE WITH A START. The light of a torch lanced the darkness and settled on my face. I raised my hand to shield my eyes and was pinned to the bed by an octopus, hands everywhere. ‘Got him!’ a voice yelled triumphantly. ‘Give us some fucking light! Let’s have a look at what we’ve caught.’ The light came on. Through the spread fingers over my face, I could see I was being held down by several men. ‘What are you doing?’ This was my worst nightmare come true. I tried to turn my head to see what was happening to Mary, but my hair was gripped tightly and I couldn’t move an inch. ‘Let go!’ I yelled. ‘Shut up, cunt,’ someone hissed in my ear. ‘Right then, lads. Let’s be having him.’ They hauled me from the bed and stood me on my feet. Only two were holding me now. The other three stood in front of me, bristling. One of them had drawn a gun. Mary was hiding below the duvet. A grim-looking woman stood at her side of the bed. The stink of sweat and adrenalin hung heavy in the air. The guy on the left, a big unshaven bruiser in a red sweater and jeans, stared hard at me. Triumph and loathing struggled for the upper hand in his expression. Van Gogh’s Sunflowers peeked incongruously over his shoulder. Without taking his eyes from mine, red sweater barked, ‘Get him his fucking pants and take him below!’ My arms were released so I could take the Y-fronts that were thrust at me. When I’d put them on, I was grabbed and frogmarched out of the room and down the stairs. We were in Mid-Wales, spending the weekend with our friends, Russ and Jan. A dozen men in sweaters and jeans were engaged in ransacking their house. Several uniformed police stood around watching. A scruffy longhair with a gun
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