I suppose I released the recording in the interests of social cohesion - also at the insistence of Jewish and Muslim friends. In retrospect I absolutely did the right thing. What I failed to do was chose a sound vehicle to release the recording through. Not being a police matter at the time, nor of mainstream interest, I decided to settle for just a blog. (In retrospect I should have sent the recording to Iain Dale or Guido Fawkes - alas I made the error of releasing through amateurs).

Like 99% of the British public, I didn’t bother ever reading blogs. I had no idea in March 2009 that the blog I released the recording through was run by a psychotic, Australian proven liar and all-round twat - a political ignoramus now poisoning these islands with his continued presence here. I should have noticed the “conspiracies” button on his site and put two and two together (for him 2+2=7).

Only after passing the recording to this individual did I hear that this person was THE online stalker of the Blogosphere; a one-man freak show some fool let reside here in Britain. He has turned out to be the biggest idiot I have ever come across (and having spent a while at both Respect and Islamist meetings as a watcher, I assure you that this is a colossal claim but one that I can make without the slightest shadow of a doubt).

The idiot I am talking about is a brash, cultureless forty-something, Britain-hating, mid-life crisis, Australian immigrant + half-wit called Tim Ireland, who runs the conspiracy and Tory-hate site Bloggerheads from his bedroom in Surrey. Bloggerheads is a nasty site full of baseless attacks. Ireland can dish out nasty, baseless attacks but he can’t take any form of criticism himself - claiming any criticism to be a direct threat to “him and his family”. Pathetic, I know - others prefer the word wretched.   (If you ever come across this man - unlikely as he doesn’t get out that much - do us all a favour: slap some cash in his hand and point him to the nearest Qantas office).

For Ireland, the Jenvey recording was a hundred Christmases all in one go - it was real, verifiable evidence for a real story (usually Ireland writes on the back of email evidence - the kind which is easy enough to concoct in an afternoon in Starbucks with a wireless notebook and mocha). The Jenvey story is the only original story he and his blogging partner Richard Bartholomew have covered in the whole of 2009. I know - shocking result for two nerds who spend their whole lives online (sorry - tragic waste of time I know - but to verify this point check their Twitter feeds and blog post timings. You’ll see what I mean).

Ireland (as you can see from the above sorry picture!) has a manic, insecure requirement to be centre of attention (at the cost and annoyance of others) while Bartholomew (for obvious reasons of aestheticism) keeps his head down and lives off Ireland’s scraps (when not parroting others’ stories about religion). Bartholomew is a Damian Thompson wannabe while Ireland regularly loses games of Tic Tac Toe with chickens (yup, he’s funny farm alright).

Fortunately for the planet, Ireland is not at the centre of anything - he has achieved nowt and is a sorry, twisted, bitter little man who lives in a council house in Surrey and drives a beaten-up, old people carrier full of spent indigestion tablet boxes, Nicorette gum and Antabuse packets. (He’s addictive and obsessive.) He’s not someone who seems very happy with his lot (as part of the Surrey villages’ underclass he doesn’t have a lot and is probably too proud to take the marvellous hand-outs made available to his sort at the many Conservative Party Jumble Sales arranged in his area).

While Ireland goes after Tories, his devotee Bartholomew prefers to wind up thick religious bigots and smear anyone to the right of him politically (Bartholomew’s blog is the 21st Century version of Pooter’s Notes. It’s mostly about cassocks, pulpits and inbred vicars with the occasional voodoo priest thrown in. It’s a slow drip-drip of snore-snore punctuated with a sporadic political sideshow thrown in to please his psycho Australian friend, who seems to visit Barf’s site between stalks for mutual admiration sessions where Barf is Sméagol polishing Ireland’s ring).

Both these muppets put themselves on pedestals and so both deserve the now regular wallopings they get from people (like me) ill-fated enough to stumble across them in their extraneous swamp on the net. (BTW the police rule on verbally attacking these individuals is you can basically say what you want about them as long as what you say does not break any laws or qualify as harassment. For what constitutes illegal harassment, look at Ireland’s site, but especially his Twitter feed - both are full of it.)

I simply failed to realise when I passed Ireland the Jenvey recording in March 2009 (Tim Ireland only came clean about this to me later, in a now well-publicised email) that Ireland was the laughing stock of the Blogosphere - an online stalker referred to by others as the Candy Man.  Ireland had already been exposed by superior bloggers as a harasser and all round nutter. Ireland admitted his reputation was torn to shreds and would take years to recover (and at the time he was referring to his reputation in the UK - not just Australia). Ireland’s acts of stalking and tendency to threaten people online are well-documented. In one sorry, well documented chapter of his stalking life, Ireland even threatened his vanquisher, Iain Dale, with virus attacks:

http://cheeseford.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-was-member-of-my-universitys.html?showComment=1241822580000#c8244331877504084278

As well as having a reputation as a psycho stalker, Ireland was already (back in March 2009) someone who had lost the respect of the UK’s blogosphere (on the left and right) after various pointless fallings-out online.

Still reading? (Seriously you must have something better to do?!)

After working with Ireland for a while on the Jenvey story (my scoop, Ireland’s flail), it soon became clear to me that Ireland relentlessly harasses his victims by phone, Twitter, email and third party until they get so fed up with him they call the police or lawyers. His world is a chaos driven by paranoia and obsession. As soon as the police or lawyers are on the scene he shouts about “free speech infringements” and “harassment”. (And by Gum, he squeams one hell of a lot - he is the Violet Elizabeth Bott of the Far Left fringe). This whole charade is an attempt to get recognition as some kind of victim-cum-people’s champion; a strategy which fails miserably as his “unhinged” infamy rises and everyone sees his victim-acting and campaigns are all about him and his lunacy. Think Palestinians sending murderous rockets onto a Tel Aviv beach then squeaming when the Israelis justifiably knock out the launcher.

Ireland’s victims (there are now at least fifty of them) hate him - apart from those idealists who just pity him (as one might a buffoon or baboon). Meanwhile, trained librarian Bartholomew cheerleads Ireland and usually escapes the fall-out - he’s spineless that way and tends to avoid any form of contretemps which might possibly steam up his pince-nez.

A left wing commentator has called Bartholomew “the most seditious, cowardly invertebrate tosser you’ll ever come across” - that should give you some idea about him. Take one look at him and you can empathise with Bartholomew’s bitterness.