Autobiography     

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Hi to all!

 

Well I am Andrew Siddle I guess. I've been married twice and am a widower from my second marriage. I was born in a small town called Padiham which is in the County of Lancashire, UK. I'm from a  family with three children. Two boys and one girl originally. I'm the son of Jean Crawford , Aka Jean Siddle, from Redcar in County Cleveland who was born in 1925. Also of Brian Siddle (deceased - died in 2009) who was born in Darlington City which is in County Durham. I believe Darlington City used to be classified as North Yorkshire, and not County Durham, in 1933 when he was born.  Cleveland is/was County Cleveland as the words are used the opposite way around. Unlike areas further south a lot of northern counties place the word "County" before the place name instead of after it. So where as Northamptonshire may be called Northants County Cleveland is not. The same, in fact, as  some counties in Ireland such as County Antrim which is never called Antrim County. To make matters more complicated Cleveland was abolished , due to geographic administrative local changes, in 1996. Complicated? Yes you bet it is! I was born back in the year 1966 and I was baptised at All Saints Church in Lancashire. Nothing especially exciting about Padiham. Just a small quiet town. Very quiet; and small. 

 

These days I seem to spend many hours writing poetry. However; I've been a property consultant since I first started my career with property and land issues all the way back in the year 1983. I am also an ex member of the Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors. I originally joined the RICS , having obtained a fully exempting Land Administration degree at East London University when I was living in West Ham back in the mid 1980's. My home, at the time, was a rented flat on Teasal way in West Ham. Teasal Way is just off of Manor Road, and very close to Manor Road tube station, in West Ham, East London.

 

The University was previously known as  East London Polytechnic in the 1980's  , North East London Polytechnic,  and also East London Technical College back in the 1960's.

 

When I was there Mike Chitty F.R.I.C.S., was course head and all of the RICS General Practice degree courses were taught at Duncan House in Stratford, East London. Duncan House went on to be the Department of Legal Studies later.

 

Since 1983 I have worked on consultancy, and research, projects that have included:-

 

 

* Country Park Land Development in Northamptonshire for Northamptonshire County Council. This included work, as Development Officer, towards the development of Brixworth Country Park and also the Brampton Valley Way rural country parks.

 

* Land law research as one of the many contributors to the Countryside and Rights of Way Act 2000. This was through a Public Policy Research Unit. The research was carried out at the Centre for Urban and Regional Studies which is an advisory policy research centre. It provides quality policy research to both H.M. Government  departments and the private sector. It is part of the University of Birmingham at the Edgbaston campus.

 

* Paralegal document writing including Deeds of Trust, Wills, bespoke tenancies and licences.

 

* The creation, and management, of a new lettings and property management agency  in Birmingham City called Britannia Property Services in the year 1993. This was in conjunction with a scheme run by Birmingham Chamber of Commerce.

 

* Project management for bespoke property and land projects.

 

* The creation, and management, of a small property and land owning  Trust Company. 

                                                                                                     

* New Home Sales closing everywhere and anywhere between Ely, in  Cambridgeshire , and Alfreton in Derbyshire.                                                                                                              

* Creation of bespoke property investment portfolios for investment clients in the West Midlands.                                                                                                                                   

Socially I have been married twice and have had four children so far through marriage. I also  had two further daughter's by relationships between my two marriages having already been divorced from my first marriage.

 

One such daughter, not through marriage, was born in Rushden, Northamptonshire and is my natural daughter. She still lives and works in Rushden Town in Northamptonshire. She is the daughter of  her deceased mother, a flower shop owner, who worked just off Rushden High Street on the same side of the road as the old Rose and Crown pub but further up. She went in to Pharmacy for work for a living. The other daughter , not part of one of my marriages, died in a canal boat accident drowning at her home, a canal narrow boat, in North Nottinghamshire.

 

Two of my children through marriage  died and my eldest natural daughter, Tina, carried on to start her own family. Tina my eldest  daughter  was born close to Park Road Junior School in Kettering, Northants, at a ground floor flat on Park Road. I think 169 Park Road was the number of the property which was always split into two flats. One above the other. It is within sight of Park Road Junior School. She was later moved to Rushton Road in Desborough, Northants. Then when she was older she moved over to South Normanton in Derbyshire and has her own family and children now. So I guess I am a grandfather! She changed her name when she moved out of Northants and up to Derbyshire.

 

My only natural son died back in the late 1980's. There are remnants of him that I placed, following his death, in a livestock field, full of sheep, overlooking the Grand Union Canal in the midlands. A very scenic vista from a low  lying fence overlooking the area of grassland sheep grazing ahead. This way the plant life and sheep form part of the regeneration process from death to life; which was my wish. I intend having further children in the future by adoption. If only because my fist son , who died, needs to be replaced. Life is a long song and It just needs to be sung!

 

Other than my natural children from my first marriage I also have a step daughter, called Holly, who was born aboard a canal narrow boat on the north Nottinghamshire canal network in the UK. Whilst she is not my natural daughter her older sister  (deceased) was. Her older sister, my natural daughter, died in a canal accident drowning. This happened when she was still a baby. As to  Holly she went into  the property industry and became involved in lettings, property sales, and new home sales. Like me she has always liked travelling around rather then being stuck in one place all of the time. Obviously both she and her deceased older sister were of the same mother who I was with for some time.

 

In between a marriage to Tina of Northamptonshire, and a marriage to Lalla of Morocco, I was also briefly engaged to Jo Copeland whose family came from County Cleveland, UK. This amounted to a period of time socialising, and many pub and theatre/cinema visits, but other than that not much. I made a very good social calendar taxi driver for her I am told.

  

I have been a Roman Catholic since the early 1980's and was first confirmed to the Roman Catholic faith at Our Lady of All Victories Church in Market Harborough. The church is on the corner where Coventry Road meets Fairfield Road. Due to my second marriage , and African family members from both my first and second marriages, part of my family are also Islamic. The Coventry Road "Our Lady of All Victories" Church is  a brick built Gothic architecture designed building which was first built in the 1870s. The "Our Lady of all Victories" name for the church commemorates the famous sea battle of Lepanto in 1571.

 

My hobbies include long distance walking, good ale, good restaurants, and poetry writing. I have been writing poetry since 1983 and have published three poetry books. These were published through createspace who are the publishing arm of Amazon Books International. The books are available for purchase through www.amazon.com and www,amazon.co.uk. Also select high street book shops such as Barnes and Noble in the USA and Blackwell's Books in the UK. An ebook version of all of the books is now also available through OsmoRa Publications of Quebec in Canada.

 

Some people may wonder why a man would suddenly start to write poetry and poetry books? Well the reason is quite simple! My first love in life , Tina Braybrook, was a great poetry lover.  It's the one thing she used to sit and read and become emotional about. In her college days she studied English literature at Tresham College of Further Education in Kettering, Northants. On one particular occasion her study group were asked to present a poem and read it out in front of the class then explain why that particular poem was chosen.  She dedicated the poem to me and and said " .........my boyfriend who I love dearly" in front of the whole Kettering class. The whole lot jeered at her and shouted for her to stand down. There after I have always written poetry since my first attempt, called the inner self, way back in 1983. Most of my friends at the time remember my " The Inner Self" poem. I remember them mostly saying " what are you on about?" I didn't really have many drinking pals , or friends , who I had anything in common with back in my teenage years where I was.

 

Certainly nobody I drank with was especially interested in poetry and my attitude was "well why would they be!. Not a problem!"  Probably why I didn't mind leaving the area and travelling about for work. I didn't miss them. Not one bit at all! I prefer to be with people who think like me. I do however miss the days when my local pub the Talbot still existed. It was a biker type haunt and there was a regular gathering including  Brigette and also my friend Leslie Swanock from school days. He died in a motor bike crash in the late 1980's leaving a distraught ginger haired fiance. Also Mo' who had a beard down to his chest.

 

I hold the title of Lord of the Manor of Sydal which is a Lancastrian Feudal title. I have held this title since 2009. Feudal Lord of the Manor Titles  do not allow the prefix of Lord and the interest is mainly in the history rather than owning a Lordship title. A feudal Lord of the Manor title normally goes in brackets after the name. i.e Andrew Siddle (Lord of the Manor of **********).I was born in Lancashire hence the Lancastrian Lord of the Manor  of Sydal title is highly relevant to me. Lord of the manor titles with an unbroken line of ascendancy do allow for the use of the title Lord. However very few such unbroken lines of family ascendancy exist any more.

 

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Geographical Location of the original Alderman/Lord of the Manor of Sydal, Lancashire

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The estate of the Sydall family ceased to be owned by the Siddle family centuries ago. It is known that the hamlet of Siddal was an estate of land being about 2 miles square and reaching a height of 460 feet in the vicinity of Siddal Moor, Lancashire, which was the highest point of land within the estate. The English language was only standardised , in terms of it's spellings, in the early 1700's. Before that phonetic science prevailed in the English language and words were spelt the way they sounded. In other words the English language that everybody loves so much has only actually existed, in final format, for around a little over 300 years. Before that the medieval spellings used to change in written manuscripts, day by day, month by month, and year by year. There was no standardised spelling system for the English language before the first part of the 18th century. 

 

Siddal Moor is part of the Salford One Hundred of North West England. The term "One Hundred" is known to have been first used in the Statutes of King Edmund I (939-46)  who was son of a West Saxon. The term is used as a measure of land and the area served by a hundred court.

 

A one hundred district is an administrative division that is geographically part of a larger region. It was formerly used in England, Wales, some parts of the United States, Denmark, Southern Schleswig, Sweden, Finland, Estonia and Norway. It is still used in other places, including South Australia and Germany. Other terms for the hundred in English and other languages include wapentake, herred (Danish and Bokmål Norwegian), herad (Nynorsk Norwegian),  hérað(Icelandic),  härad or hundare (Swedish),  Harde (German),   Satakunta or kihlakunta (Finnish),  kihelkond (Estonian) and cantref (Welsh).

 

Land that used to belong to the Siddell family ( Phonetic medieval Siddal, Sydal etc) passed to Ralph Kenyon in the year 1548. Ralph purchased the Sydal Moor area together with two other estates of land for a Cluniac Monastic order which was run from a property called Kersal Cell. Again in 1619 ownership passed to Richard Asheton. It is safe to say that the Sydal estate of Moorland areas, in Lancashire, has not been owned by the Siddle family since at least 1548 ACE. Indeed it was much much earlier than 1548. For a long period of time the lands were held by Kersal Cell, a Cluniac Monastic Order , who did not observe rights to do with Lord of the Manor Titles or Aldermen within their religious ministry.  No reinstatement of the old Lord of the Manor, relating to this Moor area of land, was ever enacted for any particular person at the time that the monastic order ceased to be based at Kersal Cell. Kersal Cell was built for the Cluniac Monastic Order in the year 1563.

 

Had it been built only a couple of decades previously there would have been serious problems. This was due to the The Dissolution of the Monasteries Act 1536, This Act . sometimes referred to as the Suppression of the Monasteries, was the set of administrative and legal processes between 1536 and 1541 by which King Henry VIII disbanded monastries, priories, convents and friaries in England , Wales, and Ireland. 

 

The Cluniacs ran their various monastries on the basis of care for the poor, undertaking community teaching, and promotion of the arts. In this sense they were ultra modern for their day and time of formation.

 

(Please see at the bottom of the page; current photograph of Kersal Cell which became the Cluniac Monastry , and Sydal Moorland maps,which took over three estates of land. Including Sydal in Lancashire as part of it's estate for the Cluniac Religious Order of the time.)

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Our branch of the Siddle family is very old and the name has a history that first started around  the 6th century dark age Saxon period Albion but may be older. Albion being the original name for England prior to the 10th century. The country name England started to be commonly used, it is thought, at around 925 ACE. Certainly  England was commonly in use, as the country's name, following on after  the community settlement legal agreement known as the Danelaw Land Settlements Agreement. Rural areas carried on using the country name Albion long  long after this year though. In fact Al-bion or Al-Ban is a country name that is older than Britannia.  Britannia, in legend, was first started upon the arrival of Brutus of Troy to Britain.

 

The name Siddle indicates a family that Originally started in the Wessex regions of the south and were then being pushed up to the north west and north east areas where the surname Siddle is now very well known. Our family have also always held a close affinity to America which was mainly because of a maritime merchant navy history of parts of the family in previous centuries. This has led to the situation whereby some of our family are British Born and some American born. My father's father Reginald Siddle lived in Darlington City, County Durham; but much of his family were originally based around maritime Plymouth through working in the Merchant Navy. Many used to spend as much time in the USA as they did in the UK due to freight shipping work.

 

Ignoring the Siddle part of the family my Great Great Grandfather Captain Robert Newman skippered the infamous Tiberius grain barque out of New York Harbour, America, back in the 1800's. This is the barque that disappeared without a trace , never to be found again, having left America and set out to sea. Robert had family in Sunderland, Britain, probably family in America and his daughter Sarah was also born in Alexandria in Egypt. This is a report from the time of the disappearance of the Tiberius from New York City:- 

 

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The Dundee Courier & Argus (Dundee, Scotland), Monday, May 26, 1862

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Loss of Grain-Laden Vessels - The barque Tiberius, 475 tons, which sailed, grain-laden, from New York for Sunderland on 14th Feb., has not since been heard of, and the time which has elapsed, leaves very little room for doubt that both vessel and crew have perished. The vessel was commanded by Captain Robert Thompson Newman, Bishopwearmouth, but it is believed that none of the crew who sailed in her from Sunderland started on the return voyage. The Tiberius was the property of Messrs. Gourley, of Sunderland, and was built on the Wear in 1854. There are three or four more vessels belonging to Sunderland amissing on the homeward passage from New York, and the total number reported lost and missing on the same voyage since November last will not be under sixty sail, all grain laden.

 

(The American Civil War was between 1861 and 1865 and very strange things were happening with freight shipping between America and Britain at the time)

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Back in the  mid 1980's  I under took work as an occasional expenses paid Armed Emissary for section 6 of the UK Intelligence Services who are based at Vauxhall Cross in London. They are also known as SIS. Section 6 undertake all intelligence work abroad where as section 5 take care of intelligence operations within the UK. Accordingly most of my work was abroad for my active armed emissary period between 1985 and 1992. "occasional" means exactly that!  I was mainly used for my experience and knowledge of firearms, and explosives, on an as and when required expenses paid basis.

 

I hold the  title of Knight Bachelor which was awarded to me back in the 1980's, carried out by Prince Philip, following a sword tapping ceremony. On this occasion the Duke of Edinburgh (Prince Philip) was standing in for the Queen. This being because she was unable to attend as her time was booked elsewhere. My election to this title was by the SIS section 6 division of Secret Intelligence Services who are based at Vauxhall Cross, London. The Knighthood gives the title  of Sir Andrew on all occasions. The reason for the application for the basic knighthood was to secure Diplomatic Immunity from Prosecution which the working version of Knighthood possesses under International Law. This allowed me to work abroad whilst carrying firearms without arrest.

 

The Knight Bachelor title is the lowest of all titles of nobility and back in the 1980's the Secret Intelligence Services used to issue block applications to the crown to secure immunity from prosecution to undertake missions abroad as a job for various members of their staff. The SIS Knight Bachelor Title should not be confused with either the Honorary knight Bachelor Title issued by the Queen that has it's own temple property to visit; or that of the Religious Orders of knights. Knight Bachelor applicants do not need to be part of a religious order as the knighthood is for their work abroad when on a mission only. My original Knight Bachelor title was re-affirmed for passport control issues in the year 2003.

 

It should be noted that the post nominal letters KT stand for Knight of the Order of the Thistle and not the Knight Bachelor title. Knight Bachelor has the post nominal letters Kt. In other words capital K and lower case t . Otherwise falsely claiming to be a member of the Order of the Thistle , KT,  could be criminal because this is a religious order for which the Monarch is patron.

  

My intelligence work missions were armed and I was allowed to carry my own personal Beretta Revolver for operations abroad. I was also used for my knowledge and experience of  using explosives, and even hand grenades, in one particular mission. This being for the resolution of international incidents and problems. Such incidents included bribery , suspected treason, blackmail, kidnap, and military intelligence issues for the military side.

 

Twice I also had use of hand held  rocket launchers. At the time a new innovation had been developed which would be considered  pretty much "old hat" in more modern times. The innovation was a new type of hand held rocket launcher that would do the minimum of damage to the fabric of a building. So in essence the rocket would create a fireball upon reaching it's target which would incinerate people while not doing too much damage to brick walls and concrete pillars. I remember the testing of the new device  at Vauxhall Cross Military Intelligence head quarters, London, in the 1980's. This new weapon was a much needed addition to the Military Intelligence armoury.

 

I had security clearance to access military bases, in the UK, to investigate procedure complaints by members of the Armed Forces. I had been assigned to the Royal Marines in Kent, as a reserve, by SIS at Vauxhall Cross . This being because I was needed for a few Uk based military intelligence matters. In order to show that I had received the same training as all others SIS, and the Royal Marine Reserves in Kent, arranged for me to do the training and course assessment for the All Arms Commando Green Beret award. I also undertook  Officer training in London.  I had 7 years of working with firearms and in that time , whether in a Royal Marines uniform or in plain clothes for Mi6, I saw more and more deaths all of the while.

 

When I was doing my Land Administration degree in London I was also sent off on  occasional armed emissary work in between academic terms. To study for a degree as a student in London ,  while  sometimes  being sent off with instructions to shoot down an enemy of the state from Vauxhall Cross - London is weird. A very weird experience in life! I even did a uniformed beach assault with the Kent Royal Marine Reserves having been taken abroad by submarine with the Kent Reserves one summer. 

 

We knocked out a gun emplacement on a beach over in the east Mediterranean! The submarine picked us up at Southampton and after the campaign we were dropped off at the Kent coast. Quite a few  were blown apart and died on the beach as sitting targets. At that time I was a reservist Major , based with the Royal Marine cadets head quarters of Kent, on a summer Reservist campaign abroad. So they made me responsible for the success or failure of the wiping out of the gun emplacement.  We succeeded and the gun emplacement was abandoned letting us pass. The mortality rate of landing on a beach in front of a foreign gun emplacement unit is horrendous. Sitting ducks! Strange memories! I had no innocence by the time I started my degree in London and that is sad really.

 

In 2012 I received an honorary United States of America Master of Arts degree in criminal law and ethics following my previous experience working with Secret Intelligence Services in London, UK. The degree was mostly work experience based but with an assessment module as well . This was followed by a Washington DC (District of Columbia) affidavit/apostilization from a United States public notary, authenticating the degree for the United Kingdom, in the year 2013. Also the authenticating signature of the United States Secretary of State of the time, John Kerry, plus the seal of the District of Columbia. I was delighted to be awarded  a United States law degree. Firstly because I wish to stay proactive and employable for many many years ahead. Secondly because it is a recognition for legal issues that I used to deal with such as "D" notices whilst with Mi6 in the Uk. A "D" notice is a press gagging order which involves legal  paper work, and a meeting with the Defence Press and Broadcasting Committee (DPBC), to agree the scope of that which has to be banned from publication to the public.

 

The geographical areas that I covered whilst working for Mi6 , as an armed intelligence Emissary, included Africa, Spain, Scotland, Northern France, Italy and the USA as Sir Andrew Siddle Kt. Also a small number of projects in the Uk using the rank of  Major as assigned to Kent Royal Marine Reserves. The reason for the Major rank was to enable me to enter military bases on SIS issues. Whilst the majority of the Royal Marine Reserves were based in the south west reserve officers were also allocated R.M. cadet group positions elsewhere. I was was based at the R.M.  cadets headquarters in Kent. Later on, and after a failed bombing attempt on the cadets hut and changes in the command structure, the Royal Marine cadets were grouped together with the sea cadets. So after 1980's the set up was completely different.

 

The Kent Royal Marine cadet force have moved head quarters since the late 1980's. Back in the late 1980's I was listed for one year as being commanding Officer of the Kent Royal Marine Cadets. This being from our little prefab hut H.Q. in Kent.This was a time when I was actually also doing armed service abroad as well. Both with MI6/SIS plain clothes armed missions and as a uniformed Royal Marine Reserve often in summer months. Accordingly I was hardly ever there during my year as Commanding Officer of the  Kent cadets due to national service abroad. I think in all honesty the cadet force probably preferred having a C.O. who was absent and had an easy year without me being there all of the while.

 

I was also trying to complete my degree in Land Administration in East London  as a mature student. How I ever managed to do it is beyond my comprehension because I was so busy and so many different organisations were wanting my time. My time with the Royal Marine Reserves followed on from initial training with the Air Training Corps who are the Royal Air Force cadet force. This I had been doing between the ages of 12 and 17. So I already had experience with foot drill, rifle drill, and firearms use going all the way back to the age of 12 years old. I think we were finally allowed to do target practice with rifles by about the age of 14. Achieved with 1084 Squadron of the RAF Cadets Air Training Corps.

 

Back in the 1980's I did a considerable amount  of kidnap release work . This led to a lot of interest from the press and television.  I used to appear on B.B.C television chat shows following missions abroad.  American news coverage also included an on the road interview with me on a motorbike heading towards New York City in the USA.  A mobile studio camera aimed from the rear passenger window of a car was used to film an interview with me. Having filmed me once  they came back at a later stage again. The second time my motorbike had developed a punctured tyre and I was pushing it on foot for several miles to the nearest American town. The sun was blisteringly hot and I was miles from anywhere on the highway in the countryside. The camera crew drove by pulling faces at me and jeering for fun. The same in northern France where due to a tip off a French news  company came over with cameras. It got to the stage that I was used to television and camera crews. This being the case it had to stop because it was completely unacceptable to have this level of publicity due to the risk of death that the media publicity was creating. I remember sitting  trying to work out the statistical odds of me dying whilst on an armed mission before going on the next one assigned.

 

It was during my time in the USA that I developed sun stroke whilst riding a two and a half day trip across the whole of the United States on motorbike to my eventual destination New York City. The sun stroke led me to hearing the desert sands whispering whilst trying to sleep in the desert overnight. At the time I thought that I may never see America to visit again. Which is why , having completed my mission, I decided to cross the USA , by motorbike, and see a bit of the terrain and places. For anybody who has never had bad sun stroke I will tell you. Your pupils lose their ability to adjust their size which makes your eyes look permanently black because the pupils dilate up in size; and the size of golf balls did they become! Everybody knows that when somebody feels either hate , or physical attraction, then the pupils of the eye dilate. Well; people with sun stroke have permanently dilated pupils. It took me two weeks for my pupils to reduce in size again. During this period I wore dark shades all of the while to hide my black eyes. The desert I slept in was Nevada and that is where I first started to develop sun stroke.

 

Following on from riding a motorbike across the United States to New York City having completed an MI6 armed project; I was booked in to a hotel in New York City. Whilst there I decided I would need a hire car for various reasons; because I still had things to do.  I got my hire car contract nicely signed and was shown exactly how everything worked in the car and was then left to get on with it by the car hire firm. I managed to have one drive out to test the car and then something happened. I was sitting in the driver's seat viewing a suspicious car about 100 yards/91 metres behind . It had stopped in a weird manner in almost the middle of the road. I watched and watched again. Nothing seemed to happen so I decided to open the car door and get out. As soon as I opened the driver's door the car behind revved to full acceleration , thrust forward, and ripped off my driver's door. It was literally ripped off it's hinges and flew up in the air.  Well now; I wasn't killed but that seemed to be the end of the driving.  I have never really sorted out whether there was an insurance scam or an American Intelligence officer trying to prevent a British Intelligence Officer undertaking further travel.  Either way that was the end of the driving for that time. To be honest rumour, at the time, had it that New York City have a policy for removing drivers from the road where there is a suspected problem with non USA naturalised drivers. The rumour involves old cars with front bumpers loaded up with set concrete. Set concrete behind a car bumper can do an awful lot of damage to a hire car's flank upon impact.

 

Concrete loaded bumpers or not New York City is my chosen second country city if I ever win the National Lottery. Pity I don't play National  Lottery games or gamble in any way I guess! I've always said that if I ever come into a largish sum of money I'll buy an apartment in the older part of down town Brooklyn with nice high ceilings and a good view. Then maybe let it eight months of the year and use it for myself the rest of the time. It'll never happen though! Some people prefer posh but I'd always head for the arty part of Brooklyn where the writers and the artists hang out just away from the business quarter. It makes for a more entertaining level of conversation now and then. 

 

Eventually on my way back from New York City to London I carried on wearing my sun shades on the flight. I had to do this because my eyes were badly damaged still and my pupils were bulging out of my eye ball sockets. Anyway somebody took exception to me wearing dark shades inside so eventually I had to be interviewed by the police. The look on their faces when I removed my sun glasses to reveal eyeballs so black that I looked like a newly landed alien being was something else I can assure you!

 

At one stage I was granted a street observation assignment in London by Military Intelligence. This coincided with my first wife Tina finishing an acting contract. Can't remember whether it was for in the UK , for the B.B.C,  or somewhere in the USA. I ended up sitting in a semi vacant London property in order to observe a particular street armed with a semi automatic rifle. She was with me for a little while, as a visiting spouse, as the event was supposed to be not high security and just mundane street observation work. Little did I know that somebody had us targeted from elsewhere over the road.

 

Half way through the morning one day I saw a red circle light appear on my first wife Tina's clothing. The red circle moved around and it was so obvious that it was a laser sight which I had seen in practical use many times already.  Especially as I was used to using the same type of laser sight system. I shouted at her to duck down. She said "what" followed by "don't you talk to me like that" . I shouted to her a second time and she moved forward just in time to miss about three bullets which smashed through the window and appeared to also be from a semi automatic rifle the same as mine. We were not killed , the situation was resolved, and the person responsible for the attack on our observation post dealt with.

 

The property where the bullets were fired from was a London apartment. On my side of the road I had the choice of about three different weapons to use. All of them had been issued by the SiS Military Intelligence firearms armoury. Not all of these weapons issued  to me were firearms. I had the choice of other types of military weapon as well. Apparently there were about four to five people in the apartment that tried to open fire on me over the road. They were all over the road in their property looking at where I was.  Not one of them left the property alive. 

 

Summer 1988 was a bad time for me. Having agreed to complete an armed mission abroad for SIS I got back to find that my father was refusing to recognise me and had banned me from the family home having disowned me. This was because he objected to me appearing in the International Press after MI6 operations abroad. No East London student accommodation (for my Land admin degree course) was available for me until autumn so I slept rough! I found a group of meths drinkers , and tramps, by the river Thames and slept under cardboard boxes at night for a few weeks. The fire , lit by tramps, was warm and so were the second hand cardboard boxes.

 

During my time sleeping rough , by the  river Thames, I witnessed two deaths. A man who had been drinking meths fell into the River Thames and drowned instantly. On another occasion a young professional , drunk as anything, came over with his girlfriend in his suit and started to swear at people sleeping rough. Having shouted at them all somebody stabbed him through the heart with a blade and his girlfriend ran away screaming. He died. I still remember the slow singing around the fire and the ripple noise of the river Thames in the background. I fell in love.....not with a person but with old father Thames...I still do!

 

I later also befriended an old rogue down and out who originated from Sidcup. He managed to find an old run down squat in Stratford, East London, where he lived with his girlfriend and pet Alsatian dog. He used to pester everybody, with success, for bottles of Barley Wine. That was all he really wanted in life to be honest.

 

At Holyroodhouse Palace an incident occurred in which  a supposed security guard drew a commando knife whilst within view of the Queen Mother. I shot the man dead using a Beretta Revolver that I had in my suit jacket as part of my job. The Queen mother thereafter sent me several letters, and telephoned me, and always on the best possible terms. The shooting was in the press worldwide. At the time of the incident I held 100% diplomatic immunity from prosecution to use firearms and protect the Queen mother as an Mi6 armed Emissary.

 

For those who don't remember the Queen mother she was the wife of King George VI and mother of Queen Elizabeth the II. After the death of her husband she spent much of her time living in Scotland. I last heard from her in the mid 1990's. She later died on the 30th March 2002.

 

To talk to she was a fun loving person and had a naughty habit dating back to the death of her husband King George VI. Her husband George VI had always been partial to a large good quality cigar. After his death she missed the man so bitterly that she carried on keeping a large box of best cigars where ever she was. Every now and then she used to light one up and take a couple of puffs on the cigar herself then laugh. It probably gave her a sense of comfort and a feeling that her husband was still alive and in the same room in some way. I shared a cigar , after she lit it up, about three times whilst visiting her at Holyrood House Palace, Scotland,  back in the late 1980's. I think she used to light the thing and then just imagine her dead husband whilst walking around the grounds. The palace , in Scotland, is a very lonely place for a widow to be wandering around. Her full name was Elizabeth Angela Marguerite Bowes-Lyon and she was born on the 4th August 1900.

 

For quite some time I was offered a position doing security at the Holyroodhouse Palace permanently. HRH The Queen Mother kept saying "but do you really want to join that lot Andrew" while we chatted in the Palace grounds and she was right. I am more a free bird and she thought of me as more of a friend  type than somebody who would serve the Palace. So I didn't do it!

 

I visited  the palace for security reasons, and as a friend, for a while and she corresponded with  me by letter and telephone. When the arrangement ceased the press tried to say that I had been discredited and would not be allowed there again ever. The Queen Mother objected  to this because every single word that they came out with was a complete and utter lie and not in anybody's interests. She sorted the situation out on my behalf to restore my name which she did. She was a very lonely little lady there all those years at Holyroodhouse Palace though.

 

Also in Scotland I was involved in taking airborne spore readings on Gruinard Island before the area was decontaminated. This was one of my first jobs for Military Intelligence having signed the Official Secrets Act and confirming that I was not allowed to tell anybody of my activities for the first twenty years having completed each task given. Gruinard Island was used as an experimental bomb testing site just after World War Two. This followed on from a period of time when there were reports in London that Germany were about to unleash a chemical weapon to wipe out large parts of the United Kingdom population.  Gruinard Island was requisitioned by the Ministry of Defence and used to test a bomb that was Britain's answer to the German threat. So was developed and tested the Anthrax Bomb. Designed to wipe out millions of people by infection with Anthrax. The bomb was designed to spread anthrax spores over hundreds and hundreds of miles of land after explosion.

 

My time on Gruinard Island was spent wearing a face mask at all times to prevent breathing in any airborne spores. Two years later the whole area was decontaminated , to try to make it safe again, by a private contractor. However my time on the island whilst taking airborne spore readings with a meter was very very sad. Various people kept turning up and without a mask became instantly infected with Anthrax. There is no known cure for Anthrax and those who do not wear a face mask die, within a couple of months of infection, or live the whole of their lives with breathing and lung problems. There is no cure. A helicopter pilot from air ambulance turned up without a face mask and was instantly infected. Various civilians turned up and were instantly infected. A protest group turned up saying " Anthrax infection is a lie- it is a cover up" and the whole lot were instantly infected. People were lying on the beach slowly dying. People were lying on their backs crying and finding breathing more and more difficult with each day that passed. A man who had decided to live on the island had gone completely mad, without a face mask, and was attacking anybody who came near to the ruined house that he was living in.

 

Air Ambulance did their best to clear the island of people infected but the casualty rate was horrendous. Many  deaths occurred  of stupid people who were willing to ignore the Ministry of Defence warning signs and land on the island. Two years later the whole island was cleared of spores by a private contractor in the 1980's.

 

Before decontamination the air was clear for most of the year as the bomb spores lie in the ground . But once a year, in a specific season, the spores take to the air and are carried. That was the time when the island was completely unsafe for anybody. Treatment of the land and clearance of  the Anthrax spores was carried out in the year 1986. Gruinard Island was later sold back to the original owner for £500 after all Anthrax Spores were cleared. For those that contracted Anthrax as a result of visiting the island there remains no known cure for Pulmonary Anthrax. Those who did not die will have had Anthrax infection , and potential breathing problems, for the entirety of their life/lives. The UK medical profession work on the basis that they can manage the worst of the symptoms of Pulmonary Anthrax, using medications, but never cure it.

 

After my duties in Italy I got back to the United Kingdom in a very dishevelled state. Especially After having been thrown into the sand naked 5 miles from the Italian coast, and abandoned there, by a military style Italian four wheel drive vehicle. I had severe sun stroke and was as brown as a Sahari Bedouin nomad due to the strong sun in the Italian countryside. By the time I reached the British Embassy in London I also had a full black beard. In fact on the flight back from Italy to Heathrow I was beaten up outside the toilet because I hadn't washed for a week and was smelling worse than manure.  On reaching the British Embassy in London I was accused of being a foreigner and the Embassy staff kept trying to direct me to a private legal firm who help foreigners find British Naturalisation in the UK.  Eventually I refused to move from the British Embassy front door, door step, until the staff agreed to arrange for me to be arrested! That is what I wanted as I could finally get a bath, shave, and something to eat.

 

I got out of Italy by  heading to the nearest city having no longer got a debit card for a cash machine, Unfortunately my first rail trip to that city was stupid because there was no airport in the city I chose. I had to get a taxi to drive me half way across the Italian countryside, to where there was an airport, and then finally see airport control where I arranged for myself to be arrested by the Italian police again whilst we negotiated an option to enable me to get back to the UK. Because of the fact that I had not been able to wash for a week or two whilst on the road in the Italian countryside I was smelling all of the while. On the bright side the operation was a success and having worked with the Italian police, and court system, I was even granted Italian Diplomatic Immunity for my stay. This meaning that I then had both United Kingdom Diplomatic Immunity and Italian Immunity as well.

 

About two weeks of my time in Italy were spent unconscious in an Italian State hospital. Paid for by the Italian State.This being because I had been bitten by a  snake in the countryside. A member of the Italian State police shot it dead for me and sucked the poison out of my leg. Thereafter I was also permitted to share the firearms practice range of the police in order to keep up my target skills in Italy. Upon finishing my mission in their country the local community police arranged the greatest honour for me. An Italian shopping centre was being refurbished, and renovated, including new walkways. So they allowed one shopping Mall walk to be named Siddle's Mile and proudly showed me. This is the greatest honour that any country can possibly bestow a foreign special agent or diplomat. Obviously the walkway  name was in the Italian language but it had a sign post with the Siddle name on when it was first named. So Siddle's Mile still exists in Italy somewhere for a hospitalised snake bitten foreigner.

 

Most of my armed service as an armed agent to SIS was between the years 1985 and 1992 as said before. By this I mean that I was armed with my Beretta revolver, if needed, 12 months of the year every year. However at the end of the 1990's I was called up by SIS for one final armed Mi6 engagement. I received a phone call of a very threatening nature from admin at  the Vauxhall Cross Head Quarters. They stated that I was required to "clean up" outstanding mess from people that I had previous involvement with several years ago. Despite being no longer armed I eventually agreed to listen.

 

The mission was to enter a commercial office, in the UK, which was mostly vacant. Thereafter I was to shoot a number of foreign non uk nationals who were running a mock by refusing to leave the country and also were running an illicit brothel as a pimp operation using forced English women.. They were known to be armed. I said that if there is more than one person I can't possibly do the job with my usual hand arm and needed something faster! SIS armoury refused. I said that there was no possibility of me doing the job and getting out of the property alive if issued with only a small hand arm! They refused again. I said it again and after a couple of weeks they agreed to let me have it. I requested a  fast action standard armed forces sub machine gun from Vauxhall Cross SIS Armoury in London.

 

The job involved blasting a grappling hook launcher rope over a car park and straight through the second floor window of a locked up, but occupied, second floor commercial office window. I was to then pull it tight and , aided by one other person who would remain at the other side of the car park, launch myself over , through the second floor window using a winch wheel system and eliminate the subject target.

 

Having entered the property, through the smashed in second floor window, I was met with the three occupants...One muttered something and another one reached into a suit jacket for what I thought would turn out to be a hand arm. I was right! Without speaking a single word I eliminated every single

unauthorised person within 4 to 5 seconds of sub machine gun rapid fire and left the building having completed the task. End of! I have never been recalled for plain clothes armed service, since that time. However I remain a reserve MI6 agent, to SIS, who could be called up for plain clothes armed missions; and I would remain at the Military Intelligence rank of Major.

 

I will never forget, however, that my plain clothes Military Intelligence rank, of Major,  was attained by affiliation, and secondment, to the Royal Marine Reserves and being the commanding Officer of the Kent Royal Marine Cadets for one year. By being assigned to the cadet force officers, by SIS Military Intelligence in London. I did a great deal of personal work towards the Green beret All Arms Commando Course and also officer training at the time. The Green Beret award is not a "doddle" it is hard work!

 

My time in Africa involved me having to escape over the western Sahara from armed personnel trying to track me from further south. I was being tracked down by armed military in a jeep who had followed me up from African states a little further south. My first introduction to the Western Sahara was therefore to bury myself in the sand so that I could not be seen from their army jeep. I found an old military coloured rimmed green bush hat and put it over my nose. This being because my nose was the only visible piece of my body above the sand having buried myself.  Obviously my nose had to be above the sand so that I could still breathe. It worked; they shouted for me about ten times and then drove by the hat that was sitting on the sand in the morning sun.  

 

Having been befriended by a nomadic tribe of berbers, whilst in the Western Sahara Desert,  we all told tales of our cultures around the evening cooking fire. Eventually I ended up staying at the Palace of King Hassan II , of the Alaouite Dynasty,  under state protection from Morocco. Later I was adopted by the Bedouin Berbers as Moulay Hassan II of Morocco let me marry  his daughter from his first wife's side of the Royal household. She was my second wife in life and used to send beautiful hand written letters over to the Uk to me; before our marriage. She later on sadly died at the Royal Palace at Rabat, Morocco, North Africa.

 

In order to marry an Alauoite Princess, and become part of the Moroccan Royal family, one may assume that it would be difficult for somebody who is primarily a Roman Catholic! Not so as far as I was concerned!  In order for the marriage to go ahead I had to read and learn Islamic scripture and be able to recite the Shahada. I also had to accept that there is only one almighty being in charge of this ole' universe and ball of clay of ours; which I did already anyway.

 

I spent quite a lot of time at the Royal Court of the Palace of Rabat, in the late 1980's, after crossing the Western Sahara Desert. There I witnessed how my father in law dealt with Moroccan local subjects coming for advice to settle civil disputes,  family matters,  and matrimonial problems.

 

King Hassan was determined to be a modern Monarch and not product of bygone times. To this end he became one of the first kings to have a personal patent registration made within the USA. This he did to set an example of inter continental co-operation, modern business practice, and also  of course, because he needed a patent registration! At the time I suggested that he register the patent in the UK instead. However he knew what he wanted. What he wanted was to continually break down barriers and welcome in mutual co operation between different cultures , and countries, in a way that was modern and up to date. He was determined that the United States must register his invention for him. So that is what happened. This is the press cutting from the New York times after my father in law registered his patent back in the year 1989:-

 

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The New York Times

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Patents; Heart-Study System by King Hassan

By Edmund L. Andrews

Published: February 25, 1989

 

WASHINGTON— King Hassan II of Morocco this week became the first monarch to patent an invention in the United States.

 

The King, 59 years old, invented a system to study heart performance that combines videotape and an electrocardiogram. The device, not yet built, is intended to improve the ability of doctors to study heart behavior while a person exercises.

 

''He's always had an interest in medical science,'' said a spokesman for the Moroccan Embassy in Washington. The King, who is a lawyer, has sponsored several international medical conferences in Rabat, the Moroccan capital, in recent years.

 

He is also interested in athletics, and believes the invention may be helpful in sports medicine, said Gerald Pohost, director of cardiology at the University of Alabama, who is working with doctors in Morocco on a prototype of the device. How It Works

 

The invention consists of a video camera, which tracks a person's movements, and sensors attached to the body that detect electrical pulses generated by the heart. The sensors are connected to a transmitter on the patient's belt, which relays data to a recorder. The video images and the sensor data are then synchronized and recorded on a single tape.

 

Dr. Pohost said the invention could improve the analysis of cardiac problems. At present, he said, people suspected of having heart trouble often wear portable heart monitors and keep a diary of their activities. The diaries are often inaccurate and never complete, making it difficult for doctors to interpret the data.

 

A spokesman for the Patent and Trademark Office said the invention was the first patented by a king. He added that Lincoln patented an invention for riverboats before he became President.

 

King Hassan received patent 4,805,631.

 

 

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Life rolled on and then on again. Moulay Hassan, my father in Law , died on the 23rd July 1999. His first son Prince Mohammed, my brother in law, then went on to become King of Morocco having obtained a degree from France. Whilst his father was still alive. King Mohammed VI obtained his PhD in law with distinction on 29 October 1993 from the French University of Nice Sophia Antipolis for his thesis on "EEC-Maghreb Relations". At this time I was doing a Masters degree , in the Uk, with research into rural land access legislation under the broad heading of green tourism. I have degrees from East London University, Birmingham University, Canterbury University. Also a part assessment & part career experience degree from the USA in criminal law and ethics.

 

My father in Law Hassan II lived from  9th July 1929 until 23 July 1999 and was King of Morocco between 1961 and 1999. Whilst his wife  Princess Lalla Latifa Amahzoun (Lalla Hammou) was the natural mother of  King Mohammed Vi; King  Hassan II had more than one wife. It is the other side of the family that I was married in to. The other wife of King Hassan II during his long reign was Lalla Fatima bint Qaid Ould Hassan Amhourak who he married back in the 1960's. She was cousin to Princess Latifa Amahzoune (Lalla Hammou).

 

In the official history of the Moroccan Royal Family no children came from his first wife. In the history of King Hassan II he actually had a daughter Lalla my wife, but no son, from his first wife who died in the 1990's. This daughter became my second wife  over in Rabat, Morocco.  Since she is no longer alive she is never mentioned in Official Moroccan Royal history. 

 

She died at the front of a Moroccan Military execution firing squad. I was there at the time. I couldn't do anything to help her. Since the death of her mother her comments had become that bad that they amounted to treason to the Royal House of Alauoite. I spoke to her quarter of an hour before her death from where she was held in a cell. I felt no feelings against her. She was taken outside and executed by the Moroccan army. 

  

Other members of her/my family were also killed a little later over in the middle east. A bombing campaign wiped out the entire family at an oasis. A largish white painted homestead property was bombed on the Ou Oum Oasis and I was made to listen as they called me by radio phone just before the bombing intensified. I heard the screams as they were blown apart, and arms and legs were blown off into the air, and then the radio phone went silent as the equipment went up in flames and was presumably exploded. The occupants of the  Ou Oum Oasis Middle East  homestead were un - armed and the army that bombed the property were Israel. Many people don't realise that a large proportion of the population of Morocco are Jewish. It is a hidden community because the  Moroccan State is officially Islamic. I am the only surviving witness left of the Ou Oum massacre outside of the Israeli armed forces.

 

My evidence was having heard the attack by field radio phone from the homestead only. I spoke to those at the homestead through their field radio operator, at the property, as they were bombed and died. Whilst this may seem horrendous it is also the normal  kind of work, of Military Intelligence in the UK, and I was a Military Intelligence Mi6 agent at the time. What  makes it worse is that due to my wife Princess Lalla of Morocco (deceased) some of these people were also my relatives who died. All people who actually saw, with their own eyes, what happened were shot or died in the barrage of missiles from the Israeli Army. The presence of these settlers in the vicinity was not recommended by anybody and was unwise to say the least. But they thought, as nice people, that they were doing something for the good in some sense.

 

I last spoke to my father  in Law Hassan II in 1998. This was on the telephone and he instructed me that he was going to die soon for some reason as a personal prediction. His health was not good by that stage in time anyway. A year later he was gone in the month of July. I still retain the right to the title of Prince of Morocco should there ever be a problem with the reign of King Mohammed VI as was the wish of King Hassan II whilst alive. This was mainly as a security measure to help preserve the Alaouite dynasty from civil war and terrorism, in North Africa. The problem became less since the pressure of King Mohammed VI to turn the Alaouite Royal House into a constitutional monarchy. 

 

Mohammed Vi was in the United Kingdom after the death of his father King Hassan II in 1999. We had discussions about his future role as King which at the time he did not want to do as he preferred to start a career in the business community rather than become the new King. We all discussed the matter in depth and finally he took up his position at the Royal Palace at Rabat. So becoming the new King of the African Royal House of Alaouite.  I haven't visited Morocco, or the  Barbary  Coast in general,  since that time. In total I have stayed at the Moroccan Royal Palace in Rabat twice. The first time when crossing the Western Sahara desert after which King Hassan II gave me protection inside the palace. The second time was upon my marriage in Rabat.

 

The marriage in Rabat was photographed, and in the Media, and I adopted completely Moroccan style clothing for the event as was the correct thing to do in Barbary / Maghreb. As the marriage ceremony was formal I had to go to considerable trouble to be fitted with cloth and head gear considered as being suitable for the formality of the event. I remember trying on the newly tailored garments in the UK; but they were all produced in Morocco, by Moroccan tailors, who live there locally in North Africa. They did a good job for the marriage. My father in law King Hassan II commissioned and paid for the clothing out of the Crown account.

 

Because my association with the Royal Family of Morocco was originally connected to my friendship with the Western Sahara Desert Sahari Bedouin  tribes something was left specially for me as a gift in the desert. Having married the daughter of the first wife of King Hassan II of Morocco I had already had my arm slashed and the blood from my arm mixed with that of the leader of the Sahari berbers at the time. Following on from the wedding, in Morocco, the Sahari , in the Western Sahara, arranged for a small cairn of stones to be erected to help remember the marriage and my acceptance  by the Sahara berbers. Whether this pile of stones still stands in the Western Sahara Desert or not I do not know. It was close to the sea of the west coast and not  so very far inland.

 

I have been married twice and my first wife in the early 1980's was Tina Braybrook ( Aka Tina Kerti). Tina was a fashion model , and actress in the USA and UK, who lived in  Northamptonshire, UK.  She was half African and half British as her natural father was born in Africa. Her mother was a light skinned woman with blonde hair and her natural father was a dark skinned African man. In fact my partners, from both marriages, were of African originating families. I had known Tina since the age of 8 and in the beginning we loved each other so much that we couldn't bear to be without each other.  

 

Because my first wife was a career model, and later on a film actor, we used to be invited to media receptions, and launches, which were often at expensive hotels in London. On one occasion I had been invited to a media reception at a west London hotel venue to attend with my wife Tina who had just finished a film acting contract and needed the promotion. It was a black tie do and we were all dress up up like penguins with the quintessential black tie. I think my wife had some sort of contract coming up at BBC television - Shepherds Bush at the time in London.

 

The caterers had gone overboard with the food which was great quality. Upon entering one of my wife's supervisory staff from television decided to have a go at me repeatedly accusing me of having a fake marriage despite the fact that we managed two surviving children by the end of it! He was saying that it was a sham!. I picked a full bowl of pink blancmange up and smashed it over his head and dinner jacket. He went small for a short while and then flew into a rage.  I had already walked out of the hotel reception front door and he decided to follow.

 

The press were outside waiting for people to leave for them to photo and interview. The man shouted at me and came at me with intent to strangle me. The press gang were shouting and jeering and the flash guns started to fire ten to the dozen! I picked him up and used a move that I knew from my grandad Reg' Siddle who had been a physical Quakers Team (Darlington City Football Team 1920's and 1930's) , and Spennymoor United, footballer  and boxer in his day. It is called the slam.

 

I picked the television guy up in the air then slammed him down onto the hard concrete following a brief head-butt.  This is the only time that I have ever carried out a head-butt in my life and it would have to have been in front of press cameras wouldn't it ? The press were delighted and the Sun Newspaper who had already photographed my wife Tina for  page three model purposes more than once, and other newspapers, photographed the incident. We were both accused of staging an event to get my wife Tina another acting contract. She was awarded a brand new film acting contract after the publicity; but we didn't do it on purpose as the incident was genuine.

 

The whole incident led to a problem. The problem was that this guy lying on the pavement being photographed by goodness how many press photographers was actually the man who  was supposed to be doing a lot of the dangerous stunt shots in the new movie. Because he was injured by me that left no stunt man. Guess what? I covered all of the stunt shots myself and wasn't paid  for doing so while he was lying in hospital! I agreed to cover every single one of the dangerous film angles for my wife's contract film. That is the only time that I have ever appeared in one of the films that she made. I didn't mind doing it because I got a buzz of excitement from the bits that I did; but I would never do it again because I am not interested in the film industry! The film Industry was her job! The film industry was her career! She may never have been right at the top of the acting profession but she still got to do her bits and pieces in British BBC and ITV films. Also American Hollywood  film sets the same as those who were at the top of the profession.

 

Doing the various stunts for my wife's film I earned the fee of the original stunt man who I had placed into hospital. It was about £30,000 for the appearances within this one film. By 1980's standards this was a good rate of pay for appearing as a stuntman in just one film. I paid the money over to him , as I had promised, despite the fact that the film company insisted that they would only pay me because it was I who did the work.

 

Following doing the stunts summer time was still progressing so we carried on doing even more of the stunt stuff for a while in a carnival type atmosphere for the public. I began to like doing motorbike jumps in a private field and was filmed jumping cars and through a hoop lit with petrol and flames, for a while. All for the camera. I got on the news for the motorbike jumps and in one jump event my leather jacket set on fire so badly that I received third degree skin burns to my back and had to go to hospital.

 

But then it ended as quickly as it had begun. BBC television , and ITV television, both have news item film clips somewhere in their archive vaults of me doing tricks with motorbikes and biplanes for the camera in the summer sun of the late 1980's. Also of the time that I was set on fire having jumped through an incinerated hoop of fire, and over parked cars, on a motorbike. All just memories of past times now though! However it did mean that both film studio stunt man, and me as his replacement, ended up in hospital at the same time during the same summer. I don't remember the pain of the skin on my back burning; I just remember the crowds roaring and clapping. It was great for a change of job role for just one summer!

 

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                           Photo of Andrew Siddle and first wife Tina Braybrook

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LATE 1980's PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FIRST WIFE TINA BRAYBROOK ( AKA TINA KERTI). THIS WAS PHOTOGRAPHED AT A SAFARI PARK PHOTO SHOOT IN THE USA WHICH WAS TO BE USED FOR A MUSIC INDUSTRY ALBUM COVER. ALSO  MYSELF ANDREW DAVID SIDDLE. TINA WAS GIVEN HER FIRST FASHION MODEL CONTRACT BY THE AGE OF FOURTEEN. LATER ON SHE WENT ON TO BE A FILM ACTOR. THIS WAS MAINLY IN THE USA BUT WITH A FEW CONTRACTS IN THE UK WITH BBC TELEVISION, ITV, ET AL. I ALSO STARTED WORK AT FOURTEEN DOING A SMALL PART TIME CATERING JOB FOR A WHILE UNTIL I MOVED INTO THE PROPERTY AND LAND INDUSTRY. MY WIFE WAS WELL KNOWN IN THE UK, IN THE 1980'S, BECAUSE THE SUN NEWSPAPER GAVE HER COVERAGE AS A PAGE THREE MODEL FOR A WHILE:-

 

BBC Television, at Shepherds Bush, London.

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Photograph of the old BBC studios main entrance at Shepherds Bush , London.  How it used to be back in time!

Kersal Cell in North West England

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Kersal Cell was a property that was built in the year 1563 and used for many years as a Cluniac Monastry within the Salford one hundred area of north west England. It's lands consisted of three acquired estates which included the Sydal Moor area of  west Lancashire.  The old Alderman and Lord of the Manor of Sydal Titles, relating to the Moors area, were never claimed back following the removal of the monastic order of the time. Kersal Cell is now a Grade II listed protected status property.

Secret Intelligence Services . Military Intelligence Section 6 Head Quarters in the 1980's

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This photo is the London based head quarters of Secret Intelligence Services more traditionally known as Military Intelligence Section 6. First started in the year 1909 by Captain Mansfield Cumming. The first head of Mi6  Mansfield Cumming was famous for the fact that he signed all official documents with the letter "C" instead of putting a full signature. This was in order to not reveal his identity to outside contacts.

 

I worked as a paid expenses only external armed agent to Mi6 for a period between 1985 and 1992. Culminating in a final recall for an armed services operation in  the year 1999. My rank and level was finally set at SIS special plain clothes armed services Major.  I was also a uniformed Royal Marine Reserve forces Major having been commanding officer of Kent Royal Marine Cadets for one year in Kent county.