Thursday, 31 January 2013


The above picture of Kevin Chesham was not taken digitally. It was taken by a film camera and the image is from a 35mm colour negative, so it would be very easy indeed to demonstrate its absolute authenticity. The background has been blacked out digitally to make the subject stand out, but that is all that has happened to the image which is otherwise 100% as the original and genuine. In a response (from the safety of Abu Dhabi in the United Arab Emirates) to my rebuttals, Kevin claimed on 29 January 2013:

"I most certainly was not giving – and HAVE NEVER GIVEN - a nazi salute in my life. On or OFF camera. ... I think anyone can see that ‘my’ right arm has been removed and replaced with a superimposed image of someone else’s arm. ... Not only has he soldered on a false arm – but an entire torso. Within my memory, although I have had a whole load of sporting kits over the years,  I have never owned or worn an England football shirt/ jumper or whatever it is." 

He adds: "If you blow the photo up to 150% or so you can clearly see the fuzziness around my neckline – not visible in any other part of the photo where the ‘cut and shut’ has been more crudely executed."

Any "fuzziness" would be due to the background being blacked out around the outline. Here is the original high resolution picture (taken by an old style 35mm camera) minus the background blacked out:

I invite experts in photographic manipulation to view the outline of Kevin's head, arms and body in the high resolution images on view. There is no fuzziness. His shadow falls exactly as you would expect. Also, compare his hands with his hands in other photographs (see inset, below) which he accepts are genuine. They are his hands; the same as the hand seen saluting. Meanwhile, he completely ignores his correspondence (reproduced on my rebuttal blog) extolling the virtues of Fascism that is evidence of his true colours. This correspondence is very clearly in his own distinctive handwriting and bears his style.

Here is text offered in a letter attributed to a certain "Mr A Boggins" - transparently written by Kevin himself - containing sick statements to enable Kevin Chesham to respond in the way he wants on his hate blog:

"I see there is a picture of you in an England shirt, apparently giving a nazi salute. With no disrespect or prejudice to the disabled intended, I notice that your right arm is significantly shorter than your left in this photo, and that your hand is the size of a small child’s. This is not the case in any other photos of yourself which I have seen. Do or did you ever suffer from a malformation of the right arm (possibly congenital) which has since been corrected? And if so, did this affect your sporting career in any way? Of course, given the heavy use of terribly executed photoshop attempts in the rest of the blog, another explanation could be that you were not giving a nazi salute with your suddenly disfigured right arm at all, but that arm in question had been digitally 'soldered on'."

Andy Boggins was a real person who died several years ago. Kevin would have been given his name by David Farrant who heard it mentioned by Anthony Hill (the only one out of them to actually have been acquainted with Boggins) around the time Farrant was residing in Hill's coal bunker (August 1969 August 1970). Farrant has used the nomenclature previously in spoof posts on the internet, and clearly passed it on to Kevin Chesham for the purpose of "authenticating" the bogus message from a dead man.

Kevin was also fed further nonsense about my status in the 1960s, but what he describes, minus the "floor-sweeping" aspect, is Anthony Hill's occupation at that time. Hill was a milkman who worked for me part-time during afternoons in the darkroom of my studio where I employed a full-time staff of approximately five people with additional workers as Saturday staff. There was also a cleaner who came in five mornings a week before the studio opened who was given her own set of keys. She was usually gone before I arrived to open the studio half an hour before my staff arrived. Kevin attributes quotes to Hill (obviously denied by him as ever having been uttered), and claims he visited me regularly in the early 1980s and was invited into my darkroom on many occasions. That's odd because I only saw Kevin once in the first half of the 1980s which was on Hampstead Heath at a public event attended by a radio journalist and a large crowd. During that period I lived first in Southgate and then Hampstead Garden Suburb. Kevin visited me at neither residence. The first visit I received from him was in the latter half of the 1980s after I had relocated to the outskirts of London in South Hertfordshire. None of the aforementioned addresses contained a darkroom.

Kevin further claims that I stole a picture taken of him in Berlin standing next to a large poster of Adolf Hitler when, in fact, he sent it to me in a white sheet of paper folded around it inside another envelope containing a cover letter in which he proudly mentions his visit. I assumed the image was possibly sent because of my interest in history, but I have since realised it was all part of a strategy following his association with Kerry Bolton in the wake of his stroke and time spent living in New Zealand. I certainly sensed a personality transplant on those few occasions he visited my wife and I when really what I was witnessing was the behaviour of someone steadily becoming more and more mentally unbalanced. To top it all, Kevin claims on his hate blog that a CIA agent probably took the picture of him standing alongside a massive photograph of Adolf Hitler in Berlin. He also laughingly describes himself as "a military man."

"I have never owned or worn an England football shirt/ jumper or whatever it is." Kevin Chesham

In another blog entry - posted within days of his unconvincing denial of giving a Nazi salute while wearing English Defence League attire - Kevin proclaims: "Getting mixed up with a cult to can happen to the best of us – and I should know: it happened to me!" He compares the cult he was mixed up with to "Scientology, the Manson Family and the Branch Davidians." The "cult," should anyone be in doubt, is apparently the Catholic Church to which my wife and I belong, which might come as a surprise because Kevin Chesham is not a Christian, much less is he a Catholic. He has never been a Christian, nor has he ever claimed to be one. Yet now we find him speaking as if he was on the inside of some nefarious Christian sect despire religion having never being a topic of conversation on those occasions he visited, invited or otherwise, to celebrate whatever occasion it happened to be at our private residence. This is a desperate attempt on his part to excuse his paranoid and irrational behaviour since teaming up with David Farrant.

Kevin Chesham goes on to say: "I was inadvertently visiting a retreat for survivors of satanic cults. I never met any of these people or saw any evidence that they had been staying."

In the past, we were very occasionally approached by various churches to shelter individuals who had been victims who had survived satanic groups, covens, sects etc and might otherwise be at risk. This was owing chiefly to my work investigating such cults and, of course, From Satan To Christ that was published after I was no longer able to operate covertly in that field because it ceased to be safe for me to continue doing so. The address of our private retreat on the south coast was generally unknown up until Easter 2002 at which time it was betrayed by someone who was privy to it. We now know that person was Kevin Chesham.

Unsolicited mail of a vaguely threatening nature began to arrive bearing a London postmark. It was handed to WPC Suzie Cregan who opened a crime file on our behalf in Dorset. Alarm bells should have started to ring when an item arrived on Tuesday April 23rd (St George's Day) of that year with insufficient stamps and a single word comprising its message. The word was: "Moving?" The message was sent by David Farrant, a man convicted in the 1970s of satanic crimes at Highgate Cemetery and attempting to pervert the course of justice evinced by sending police witnesses voodoo death dolls in a separate case involving his Satanist friend John Pope who was found guilty of sexual assault. Farrant received a significant jail sentence.

The possibility of relocation soon after the beginning of the new century was a topic sometimes mentioned,
and two of the people we mentioned it to were a Kevin Chesham and Beverley Mason who took an extraordinary interest in the possibility of us moving to somewhere as yet undisclosed. They always made a point of raising it every time we heard from them or when we saw them on the odd occasions they visited. In the event, we did not relocate but rather established an interest elsewhere whilst retaining the retreat. Yet for the next couple of years Kevin and his wife found little else to talk about in our company. When they finally realised the retreat would remain unsold with nothing disclosed about other interests they started to become noticably agitated. This was most apparent when they attended a celebration dinner in my honour in July 2007, which was the last year we came into contact with them. We do not permit smoking at the retreat, but on this occasion we were mostly seated in the sun lounge abutting the garden with the doors wide open. The wife of Anthony Hill, who was seated next to these open doors, happened to start smoking. Everyone had long since finished eating, but Kevin and his wife took umbrage, gathered their bags and jackets together, and stormed out in an almighty huff. This was the first time that Anthony and Kevin had been together in our home. It would also be the last time. Kevin was extremely nervous from the moment he discovered Anthony's presence, and they did not speak to each other. Anthony, of course, was around at the time of Kevin's rewritten past and would easily dismiss this history as complete and utter fabrication.

It was also not too long after this occasion in July 2007 that collusion would become all too apparent between Kevin Chesham and David Farrant. They are in many ways mentally and emotionally alike. 

So we accepted up until Lent 2002 those who needed our help by providing the safe haven or sanctuary needed. The reason we did so is because we were asked, and the rooms were available. It did not happen often, but the moment our address was compromised we could no longer continue. Kevin "never met any of these people" because it would have defeated the object of the exercise if he had, which, in the circumstances, would have been somewhat difficult as he was mostly living abroad prior to Lent 2002.

Kevin goes full tilt with his next rant, which is a clear example of transference, ie reproduction of emotions relating to repressed experiences, especially of childhood, and the substitution of another person for the original object of the repressed impulses: 

"As eccentricity blossomed into a complicated set of mental health conditions, so the need became greater for Sean to assuage his growing paranoia that the rest of the world thought he was nuts and was against him, by surrounding himself with an ever tighter-knit group of who he considered to be ‘loyal followers.’ The distinction between followers and friends here is very important. To Sean they are the same thing. How can I explain this? Whether due to difficulties making friends at school, some developmental problems, or perhaps some kind of autism Sean does not really seem to understand what real friendship is about. For him friendship seems to be some kind of contract, some perfunctory almost legal arrangement devoid of any natural feeling and mutual respect and focusing only on what use other people can be to him." 

It is impossible for me, my wife or our friends to imagine any circumstance in which Kevin proved to be of any use to us or indeed anyone. I, on the other hand, was expected to write references for him and his wife when either of them applied for new employment. She relied on my reference, for example, when she became a head teacher, but these positions never seemed to last long before another job was being sought. I would receive telephone calls from prospective employers asking for character references after they had received my written one. Beverley would take highly paid jobs in Arab counties, eg Kuwait, where she worked as a private teacher. They lived for a while in Cairo, Egypt, due to the high income her teaching attracted, but these places were ultimately undesirable and so they emigrated to New Zealand. I would receive reference requests from various local authorities at such times Kevin was in the UK. These would invariably be for pool attendant jobs. Kevin even asked me to provide references for people I had never met who needed a professional person as a guarantor. I did so in order to try and help a stranger. He understood, as do all those who know me, that I would never turn anyone down if I can be of assistance.

It is most curious for them now to claim that I focus on what use they are to me because in all the years I have known Kevin he has excluded me from everything he has done. While I have included him on our guest lists, wined and dined him and his wife, and even invited him to our wedding (though he only turned up for the reception), not once has he asked me to join him for a meal; not once has he invited me and mine back to his home. In fact, the last couple of addresses where he lived in Essex were withheld from us. However, no sooner had Kevin and his wife met Farrant than the latter was invited to spend Christmas with them. I have never asked anything from Kevin or Beverley, but have always been available to give my help whenever and wherever it was called upon. This will be attested by all our mutual acquaintances.
Kevin Chesham is regarded as being every bit as paranoid as David Farrant (above) by those who have known him. He distrusts everyone and is suspicious of everything, as his correspondence down the years certainly confirms. It is interesting that Kevin mentions "making friends at school" and "developmental problems" because that is exactly what we ascertained about him from quite early on, ie he had no friends throughout his childhood and early life which, to say the least, was very problematic. I do not wish to elaborate on such matters openly, but his first wife, Cyrena, and one or two people he worked alongside in the 1970s have hinted at an exceptionally traumatic and troubled past while Kevin was still quite young. I have never known Kevin to ever find a proper friend, which is why I went out of my way to befriend him as best as I could. In the end, it did no good. He reverted to type and whatever darkness dwells deep inside him has now found fruition as Farrant and he enter into an unholy pact of personal malice. To attempt to make sense of such behaviour is a pointless quest. All one can do is recognise it and defend against it.

It begs the question of how many more lies he can pile on top of all the others? I imagine quite a few given the company he nowadays keeps, ie someone described as a pathological liar by the criminal law courts. 

I feel what has been provided, however, is more than adequate to demonstrate Kevin Chesham's blatant dishonesty, moral bankruptcy and total betrayal of those who tried to help him. 

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