I change the medication in an attempt to stop putting on weight.
I start feeling extraordinarily anxious.
My mother offers me some valium.
It works.
I stop taking the prescription medication but continue taking valium.
I become horribly addicted to it.
I wonder about the true source of this medication and whether criminal gangs familiar to this story might have something to do with its distribution via Royal Mail.
The Metropolitan Police refer me to the Rape Crisis centre in Hornsey.
I’m on the waiting list for a therapist. I’m told it could take over year to get to the front of the queue.
In the meantime, I attend group therapy.
It may be the first session I attend. As I’m approaching the Rape Crisis building a man circles me on a bicycle. It is Winston M’s accomplice from 1989. The man I could never remember the name of.
Online hacking gangs from Denia tell me his name in 2026: Busby.
Of course it was Busby.
Winston May never stopped going on about Busby.
He is extremely skinny. His legs are like sticks. He looks unwell; like he has been doing hard drugs for decades. I am in no doubt about who he is.
I take my place in the circle.
As we begin, the facilitator says to the group of women “just be aware that there could be a police officer here today”.
I tell the group what happened and who I saw, and how it made me feel, which was very anxious. I’m hyperventilating a little.
One of the women at this session does not return for any other sessions.
I can only explain this as an impromptu line up, and I most certainly pointed out the true perp.