Security Head's Controversial Video Message

thick to under-- So, Tommy,

guess you're gonna see this fucking video.

Let me explain to you why I've done what I've done,

'cause you're probably too thick to understand.

So,

I was the proudest fucking man on Earth to be your head of crowd

security.

Building that team of 60 plus men and women,

professional men and women, was a fucking

honor because I believed in you,

and I got sucked right in, thinking that you could make changes to this

country, and I wanted to help you.

And we were good. I mean, you know,

your trouble in them crowds when we were there were pretty much zero.

And you can go on X and slag me off, Tommy, which you probably will,

but we've got

all the videos from

Andy Saxon and Richard Ingham saying how fucking amazing we are.

Um,

Tommy,

on the first of February at your fucking demo,

we'd realized, me and the whole team, that we are

involved in keeping you rich.

You asking for money

from working people

just to line your own fucking pockets.

So we were gonna walk away. I was gonna keep my mouth shut, Tommy.

And we told Richard

at that demo at the end, "We're done.

We don't know what to do with it anymore."

Richard Ingham then falls on the floor pretending to have a heart attack

and goes and stays at poor false security bloke, fucking

Clapton's mum and dad's house,

fucking looking for a pee pie.

Two days afterwards,

a post goes up on your X account slagging me and the

entire team off.

We did this for you for free, Tommy.

Cost me personally thousands of fucking pounds.

So I contacted Ingham

and Ginger Tony and said, "Could you take that post down?

And you've linked me to the bricklayer as well.

What the fuck was all that about?"

And I was laughed at.

I was told that ain't gonna happen. The post stays.

Then Ginger Tony starts making pictures of me, putting them all over social

media. My child saw them, Tommy. I thought, "You know what?

I try to do something good. I tried to believe in something.

I tried to believe in you."

I thought, "Right, fuck this.

So I'm gonna destroy everything." And I told Ingham and Ginger,

"Take it down or I'll fucking start."

They laughed, told me to do my worst. Well, here I am, Tommy.

This isn't my worst, by the way. Not yet. Not by a long shot.

So I fired off a warning shot.

Daily Mail article.

The Sun newspaper article.

Immediately, I got your pal Mark Bates on the phone

saying I was affecting the

donations. Could I please stop? I explained to

Mark Bates

that, um,

if Ginger stops and your little fucking Andy Saxon...

And what's that? His real name is Andrew Currian.

He's a convicted racist murderer.

Wouldn't stop, Tommy. Just kept posting online.

And that Gurmit fucking Singh.

You done half surround yourself with shit, and that's where you need to be looking

if you wanna point the finger of blame.

So, Ginger kept posting and posting, pushing me and

pushing me.

So, you're now on television, you little fraudster.

Don't blame me, Tommy. Blame the shit you have fucking wrapped

around you.

And putting me and Dean together like that, why? What was all that about?

It has highlighted one thing. Them fucking bricklayers are working men,

who don't beg and steal like you do.

Maybe, uh, you need to get rid of crackheads like

Ginger,

Andy Currian,

Gurmit fucking Singh.

You need to clean your fucking team up and get rid of all this shit

because it's because of them this is happening to you.

So, all I can say is fuck you, Ginger.

Fuck you, Andy Saxon.

Fuck the lawyer.

But threatening to end my child, 'cause that's what

Ginger did, Tommy,

to try and draw me out. She's threatening my little girl.

No one,

no one does that. So if you wanna continue posting shit online,

yeah,

look at this documentary as another warning shot,

'cause I've got something much

bigger planned if you wanna carry on playing games with me.

Tell your team, shut your fucking mouths.

You have to deal with the shit that I brought to your life, Tommy.