Unfortunately, this book suffers from the fact that the author seems to have written it as his retort for the blame he got for the disgusting murder by the police marksmen of Jean Charles Menendes, in the hieight of the terror attacks in the summer of 2005.
Because of this it is a boring account of the endless meetings and politicization someone of his status had to put up with, and the author moans and moans about how everything went against him, and he was a scapegoat, its all me, me ,me.
He shows little sympathy for the innocent man slaughtered, and of the little regard the police had for him and other underground users at the time, and most of the book goes on about internal politics and endless meetings, he had to go to, Boooorrriiinnngg.
How can someone with such insight have written such a boring book, I thought when I ordered the book it sounded a great subject matter, about the current police/ terrorist climate in the UK, but how was I was dissapointed, the author is only interested in getting his own agenda out there, just a whole book on why he has been treated so harshly by the authorities, and how everyone is against him.
Dont bother reading it, unless you have trouble falling asleep