Born in 1959, I was my parents’ third “accident”. Being rather quick to learn by their mistakes, they had four more “accidents” after me: probably had something to do with excess alcohol and not a lot on the television. When we were kids we used to fight like anything, over the slightest little thing. At the age of seven or eight I got sick of being beaten up by my elder sister (now 8st wet through, crippled with arthritis and I still call her the Rottweiler) I turned to my books. At the time the space race was on and that excited my interest in science and engineering, in particular electronics. By the time I was 12 or13 I was building flashing lights, an electronic organ, radios, a radio transmitter and a telephone bug. It’s surprising what you could do with two transistors and a few other components. All the way through secondary school my nickname was “the prof” (professor) and my “O” level results were a school record. At interview for Cambridge I realised I would not fit in, my very much working class background shone through, I didn’t read the right newspapers or books and I wasn’t interested in rowing. When offered their entrance exam I turned it down. Instead I went to Imperial College, London where I studied Electrical Engineering. When I was 18 I made the mistake of letting a part-time bar job interfere with my studies. As such my “A” levels were a disappointment, but still enough to take me to Imperial where I graduated 3 years later with a 2:2 (Hons) in Electrical Engineering and an ACGI. My career was quite varied for about 10 years but circled around electronics hardware and software, design and test involving missile technology, chip design and telecommunications hardware. The easiest job I had was as a part time temporary lecturer and the easiest part of that were the Degree level students. Then Liverpool happened, which is where the book comes in. My job there was to help assess chip reliability and failure analysis: to see whether a cheap plastic packaged chip could do the same function as a more expensive ceramic packaged chip and to assess what went wrong when a chip failed. My time at Liverpool was so bad as to be unbelievable and when I was therefore diagnosed as mentally ill then all my experiences there were dismissed as a paranoid delusion. Impossible. I’ve been treated by over 70 consultants over the past 23 years but not one has been willing to justify their diagnosis “Just take these tablets and you will feel better in a few months,” Seventy may seem an exaggeration but twice I have been used as a case conference, each time with about 30 consultants firing “loaded” questions. Even then my diagnosis and treatment were discussed after I was asked to leave. I’ve been put on some real serious mind altering medication and no-one has ever justified why. As such the book evolved from an article for my medical records to a criminal complaint ( investigation consistently denied) to general release. Every aspect of the book put to the test has been proven to be correct. The latest was in Jan 2013 when the Prime Minister apologised to the House for the behaviour of senior officers in the Hillsborough cover-up changing statements, intimidating witnesses and changing police records under scrutiny of the media. Imagine how far the same people, same time, same place would go against a single person living alone and isolated : not just them but GPT was formerly Marconi, a defence contractor. You do not mince with defence industry “dirty tricks” personnel. They know what they are doing. As far as the “suicides” highlighted in the book are concerned a little common sense and arithmetic dictate that these 22 deaths were among a group of about 100 people. The chance of 1 random suicide is 3.25% over the 5 year period concerned, of 2 deaths 3.25% x 3.25%, of 22 = 3.25% x 3.25% (22 times). About 1 chance in a billion trillion trillion. According to one British Government after another these odds are “Not statistically significant.” You don’t get those odds on a racehorse. I have now been classed as beyond help but hopefully the book will help others who have had similar difficulty in being taken seriously or the friends, former workmates or relatives of the dead.
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by Leslie Howard
Approx. 11,380 words.
Published on June 17, 2012.
Institutionalised murder in Britain today. The book outlines my demise into serious "mental illness" (convenient for some). It also brings into question the suspicious deaths of a large number (22 names given) of Marconi employees. Suicides or murders? Hillsborough senior officers incrimminated yet again. A book the British authorities tried to suppress
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