Wow, Mary's posts have gone down like a lead balloon, haven't they guys?
A text off PC Pharma.
Because it wouldn't matter if I identified as a beetroot or a broccoli.
Or a concrete block.
Legally they would still use my name, wouldn't they?
So legally...
If the police are doing something with you, they are going to refer to you as your legal name.
Because they are going to take you to a legal court of law.
And get a legal conviction, whether it's custodial or non-custodial.
So if I identified as a beetroot, what about a pop?
Or Ian Smith?
The police wouldn't use a pseudo-name in a text to Mary.
The person formally identified as whoever they say I am.
And is now known as beetroot.
There is no further action.
This is Mary.
They wouldn't say that.
They would use my legal name.
Because they are a legal entity.
I don't need to upload my birth certificate.
I don't need to upload any proof of my ID.
The council, the police and the CIC company got it.
And that's all that needed.
And they all refer to me as Jane.
But, you know, trying to screw it around now.
You know, pulling up posts saying I got brain tumours.
Where do I say I got a brain tumour?
When have I ever said I got a brain tumour?
You're such liars.
And the thing is, this is the best thing that could have happened to us, right?
I'm doing my dinner.
But I needed to put more water with it.
Because a cap M big enough for me is too much.
These mug shots.
A mug and a cup.
But I need more.
That's what I've got to do in a glass.
Bringing it to Facebook has worked in our advantage.
Because now you've got all the crazies involved.
So now you're just discrediting yourself every post you're putting up.
And we told you.
We told the public.
There is no public access to P2 whatsoever.
And there is no public access upstairs to room 1 in P1.
Because A.
We've got loads of stock because it's being treated as a warehouse and storage.
And B.
There's water coming in through the electrics.
We don't know the damage on the roof.
We've had to clear it out for builders.
There's nothing up there for you to go up there for anyway.
And you could slip on the stairs if the carpet is wet.
You could get electrocuted.
You could have a beam fall on you.
I don't know what's going on at this grid 2 listed building.
It's probably held up with blooming wishes and bloody string I expect.
So we can't allow anybody up there.
And we can't allow anybody in P2 because it is being used as a warehouse until we get a bigger one.
We told the public that all the videos and posts that you're regurgitating.
I've posted to the public domain.
For the public to see and to hear and listen to.
Because I don't give a fuck what I say.
I don't give a fuck what you think about me.
I'm here to do one thing and one thing only and that's recycle.
That's what I like doing.
That's me living the dream.
Recycling.
Recycling all this stuff.
Where the money goes I don't care because I'm not interested in that.
I'm not greedy like you lot.
I'm interested in the recycling.
Greedy for stuff.
Greedy to recycle.
Oh yes.
Yes.
I'll take that all day long.
But I'm not greedy for the rest of it.
You are.
That's why these charities are trying to pull us down.
That's why they're trying to decredit us.
You can pull up as many birth certificates as you like.
You cannot prove a baby with a different name was born on the same day as me as me.
You are misleading the public with the stuff you're putting up.
We're not.
We're honest.
We're open as a book.
Too open sometimes.
Absolutely too open.
100%.
We're too open and candid with the public and maybe we shouldn't be.
Maybe we shouldn't have all these donations on display because people are getting jealous over them.
Now I see it as an achievement for recycling but maybe we shouldn't.
But you've just gone and made a fool of yourself now.
And then put it up that I'm saying I got a brain tumour in 19... whenever.
I've never said I got a brain tumour.
Stop lying.
You've fallen over your lies now.
All of you are.
You know?
And I mean, neither Keri-Ann whatever her name is from HCT or whoever this person is or this Jane because I am being arrested so it's not me, right?
Neither of them are on bail and banned from Pontypool.
So that's a lie as well.
I would say if I was arrested I'd be having a selfie with the police car.
You know me.
Come on.
I know the majority of the public can see it.
You've got 8,000 followers.
7,500 are bots.
We've already proved that.
The 500 followers that you've actually got.
250 are you and a pile of fake accounts.
Desperate Lizard and Lanky Giraffe and Dickhead Dipshit or whatever your stupid names are.
Yeah?
It's just all the same people just using different names.
But your IP addresses are the same.
You know that, don't you?
So as long as we've got the IP addresses we can still prove it's you.
And you just click on that on Facebook.
And the other 250 are all my followers is watching you and bringing the information back to me.
You fools!
I just, honest to God, you know, you just, all you're trying to do because you know how popular we are and how well you know we can do stuff and manage stuff better than you lot.
Right?
And we're more consistent than you.
All you're trying to do is trying to damage our trademarked registered CIC.
So that you can get the monopoly on everything.
So that you can keep all the good stuff, all the grants.
You can get all the pad donations.
What did we do as soon as we got the pads?
Give them straight out to the people who needed them.
Yeah?
Where's your pads?
Because you would have had the same orders as me and you would have been told to have the sustainable stuff as well.
Where's all your sustainable stuff?
Because it's not even in your pictures, is it?
The pictures that you guys have put up, you haven't even put the sustainable pads up, have you?
Where have they gone?
Sold them, I expect, haven't you?
Because they're really expensive.
Oh, I got a bag here for somebody as well.
A mother who came in.
You had one bag off me and then you asked for some more.
You messaged me and I said, message me on Facebook and I can't find you now.
And I got another one that's over.
I can't remember the lady's name.
I can't message.
Sometimes I still have trouble with messages.
Sometimes I can message, sometimes I can't.
So I don't want to fuss with it because we're monetized.
I don't want to be fussing with the messages too much because I don't want them to, you know, close it down until we've got to submit loads of details and what have you.
I'd rather keep the account sort of open.
But, yeah, yeah.
That's, you know, the best thing you could have done was bring it to Facebook because now all the crazies are making you look like you've got no credibility whatsoever.
So well done, Sherlock.
You're failing miserably.
Making me look like a really good, you know, victim.