I was born in Tottenham, North London in 1970, by the time I was fifteen I had witnessed the worst riots in Britain where a police constable was murdered. By the time I was sixteen I had decided that it did'nt matter if I ever became overweight because I was never going to run from anyone as I would have a gun and it was they who would need to do the running. I distinctively remember not caring how many times I got arrested as I was never going to get a job. I carried a knife, smoked weed and coke. I was bad, for my age, even the older crooks used to say to my elder brother, "Alan he's gonna make you look like a pussy when he's our age".
One night I stayed up late at home, well actually I snuck downstairs because in my parents house, when they went to bed, "you go to bed". Flicking through the channels I bumped into a documentary called the "Lifers Group". The second I clapped eyes on it I was in a trance, I saw, first hand, where my life was taking me. By the time the documentary finished I was soaking wet. The next morning at 0900 hours I was standing outside Surbiton Army Careers Office. Within 3 weeks I was conducting Basic Training for the Royal Green Jackets. Thanks to Scared Straight I've been decorated by HM the Queen Twice, I have a helicopter pilots licence, two dashing boys, a home of my own, direction the lot. Thankyou!
