Serenwyl Unmasked Part I COUNTRY SQUIRE MAGAZINE

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BY THE EDITOR

PART 1 of 3: Harassment on Steroids

When Jamie Foster and I conceived of Country Squire Magazine, over a pint or two of Otter Ale in The Holt in Honiton in 2016, we agreed that our publication would avoid ad hominem pieces against members of the public. They were not the done thing. The magazine would be gentlemanly, living up to its name. Yes, we’d expose the Truth in all her magnificence but all hard-hitting exposés against those who are neither celebrities or in positions of power would be passed to larger media operations so as not to risk the elegance of our publication.

Today, temporarily, that commitment is thrown out of the window.

For exceptional circumstances prevail.

What follows, over three parts, exposes one person. Forensically. Layer by layer. The targeting exposes crime that needs to be dealt with before further victims, likely weaker, are affected by it. Exposing this single human being to the light is without question doing a huge service to wider society, to the British Countryside and, hopefully, to the evil individual involved, so that they can seek some professional help or be forced by the authorities into receiving it.

This individual has waged a one-person campaign for years with no justification. They are a terrorist. They deserve to be fully exposed – addresses, photographs, all available data – so that the authorities can do something about them and that other victims now step forward and reveal the depths of this individual’s crimes.

The 3 articles are written in the public interest and expose a negligent waste of public monies and police time dealing with this individual’s fantasies. The following tale is a meandering one involving Madeleine McCann, Fred West and Sir Trevor McDonald. Please bear with its twists and turns as the end result in part three is extraordinary and one that the police will take most seriously. (Yes, we have now supplied a dossier about this individual to the police).

Let me begin …

For many years a troll (that is a polite term for this sick and twisted individual) has been highly active online, masquerading as an ‘anti’, contacting anyone and everyone associated with hunting, shooting and other field sports. Until now this troll was known as Serenwyl Roberts. Serenwyl used a legion of other names – Sair Rhosier was one, Pillory Redux was another. Everyone across the countryside groups on social media knew of her or of one of her aliases. She’d persistently message pubs which hunts attended, she’d scare off organisers at the large country shows from showing hounds, she’d pester and smear moor owners, their staff and their companies, she’d seek to cancel all opponents and those helping them, she’d pester all associated with any of the businesses of the targets in her crosshairs. Her writing was chilling and succinct. She was persistent and vile, terrorising targets relentlessly until they conceded or cancelled. She had a successful track record in scaring people and businesses. Wherever she trolled, she terrorised.

Now, I don’t so mind some of the antis, with whom one can discuss and argue in a civilised manner. I do object to criminal and terrorist antis – they are another breed. And Serenwyl was different from the usual criminal antis. With a Mel Broughton or Gamal Eboe you knew what sort of spitting, barking extremism to expect. With green-inker harassment harridans like Lynda Carter or Christine Hoxworthy you could tell they were lonely cat ladies looking for victims to project their own misery on – you could pity some mitigation out of their lying and misconduct. Serenwyl was more tenacious and creative. Evil. She somehow found the hours to attack and lie, seemingly all day and night. She used language as filthy as can be, her behaviour seemingly had no boundaries, there were no morals in evidence at all. She’d target family, dox vulnerables, keep on hitting when a victim was already down. For Serenwyl it did not matter what the cause was – anti-hunting, child abuse or police-bashing – they derived pleasure from harassment, from sensing the pain they were causing their victims, and they believed they were cleverer than all their targets.

As one beleaguered countryman told me:

“She’s like shit on the shoe that one. Very hard to shed. The nastiest of the lot. Probably a paid troll.”

When the Packham Defamation case started (you may know about this but if you do not then please read here), I began to receive through this magazine’s contact form page what turned out to be a long series of threatening messages from Serenwyl Roberts or “SR” as she liked to sign off on her bile. I was relentlessly smeared on Twitter via her @PilloryRedux account (now suspended), and a woman going by the name of Serenwyl Roberts telephoned an ex-husband of a female friend of mine urging the female friend to immediately disassociate from me. A message from ‘SR’ went through to a colleague of mine asking if she had known that I was a paedophile – untrue of course. Advertisers on Country Squire Magazine UK and India were bombarded with lies about me, and were calling and emailing me asking what the hell was going on.

I have the hide of an elephant but these random events, coming so thick and fast, were painful to me, disrupting my work, threatening the court case, as well as scaring my young family.

The police already knew about Serenwyl. A few years back she had been banned from making FOI requests. She had also lost her temper with Gwent Police in a series of rants online.

Amidst death threats and pestering from sabs loyal to Packham, I asked the team around me to do some digging. Who was this Serenwyl Roberts? Who was paying her? Lush perhaps, who had a record of supporting sab activists? The names of various other sab backers also cropped up.

Soon it transpired that Serenwyl had contacted Packham’s solicitors, my solicitor and others associated with the court case. Serenwyl was fabricating lies about me across various social media sites too. Using one of many pseudonyms, this time the ‘Goddess of Oddness’, Serenwyl had even put in the hours to concoct and publish a five-minute smear video about me on YouTube, which I had to get removed by some American lawyers after contacting the police. Serenwyl was using multiple Twitter IDs, including @GnusCast and @PilloryRedux to lash out, scattergun – not a care for accuracy or Truth.

It was grim.

I have a life, so my hours to counter this kind of crap are limited. Serenwyl seemed to have all the hours in the day to launch attacks, to fabricate smears and to terrorise me.

Now, I know trolls all too well – I’ve been stalked by two sad and desperate weirdoes since 2009 – but this trolling was nastier still, it had a more sinister edge to it, was better written and, I know this sounds a bit peculiar, but I could sense the darkness behind it. It was making me ill. Whoever Serenwyl Roberts was, she had teamed up openly with my long-time stalkers, Richard ‘No Comment’ Bartholomew (‘a professional troll’, source: Eastern Division National Counter Terrorism Police) and Tim ‘No, I’m the victim’ Ireland (‘a serial bully and stalker’, source: Government Minister), and, along with another spare part called Andrew Munro (‘this is not the first time he has harassed people’, source: Envisia Learning), they were now engaged in daily harassment of me and my work colleagues.

Every morning, every afternoon, every evening.

Research on Serenwyl Roberts did not throw up much data, revealing a bankrupt company director of a business called Sourceries Limited, which once offered IT services, particularly unsuccessfully. The Companies House registry listed a home address in Rhymney in South Wales which was owned by Serenwyl Roberts who kept rescue cats. This fitted in with the IP address associated with most of the abuse, 80.225.84.23. Serenwyl shared this house with her ‘lodger’ called Chris Roberts, who used to work at a motorbike dealership in Gloucester, who had also gone through a recent bankruptcy.

After a bit of digging, it became clear that Chris Roberts also trolled people online. Endlessly. Some photos on the Pillory Redux account and Chris Roberts’ Twitter account showed the filthy interior of the same house. Both Serenwyl and Chris spoke openly about keeping ‘rescue’ cats.

Yet, judging by their long list of past victims, I was surprised by how few photos there were on the Web of Serenwyl or Chris Roberts. We could find none of Serenwyl. One fellow had written about how Chris and Serenwyl had appeared at court in the past – how their modus operandi was to wind their victims up to the point that they made a silly mistake leading to arrest for harassment. On one occasion, oddly, Serenwyl was due to appear at a Magistrate’s court hidden behind a screen but the Roberts’ trumped up case against their victim collapsed when Serenwyl failed to take the stand. There was one photo that we located of Chris – one of his victims had stupidly posted the image of him on his local pub noticeboard alongside a handwritten message and she was actually found guilty of harassment. Serial bullies love to pretend that their victims are the bullies – something Tim Ireland’s behaviour taught me some years ago. This was the fuzzy image she had posted of Chris Roberts (bottom right) that got her into so much trouble back then (now part of an image knocked up by Chris Roberts on Microsoft Paint which he was suddenly content to repost publicly after his victim was convicted):

One of our researchers sent through a series of old tweets and Facebook messages showing Chris and Serenwyl Roberts relentlessly attacking a group with an opposing view of the Madeleine McCann mystery, daily over many years.

I always wondered who would do such a thing, what kind of reprobates, as if the McCann parents didn’t have enough grief in their lives. And now I was face to face with them, virtually at least. On Facebook Chris Roberts was being blamed for pocketing the funds from a ‘dodgy crowdfunder’ linked to one aspect of the McCann case and he was being accused of harassing others, including a reviewer of pubs (Chris Roberts was a publican for many years). His replies and conversations with sock puppets on the McCann chats gave the game away somewhat…

There was one lady called Brenda who Serenwyl (this time posing as “Sarah Roberts”) had abused. Apparently poor Brenda was driven to suicide…

I felt a grim feeling in my stomach. The more information fed to me about Serenwyl and Chris Roberts, I concluded that if I could find the time I should put this Serenwyl and Chris Roberts out of action, just as I’d exposed Tim Ireland and Richard Bartholomew. They were all threats to civilised society. They were computer-savvy serial bullies with far too much time on their hands causing a lot of pain to a lot of people.

At this stage I didn’t think much more about Serenwyl or Chris Roberts. The team around me – set up to deal with the Packham defamation case – said they would deal with them and told me to focus on my work and the court case. They screenshotted all the Roberts’ tweets and posts and I handed the team the multiple criminal reference numbers related to the endless harassment. I was told that the Roberts, Munros and others sought to concoct mud to throw at me and the two other defendants so as to disrupt the Crowd Justice appeal we were engaged in, so as to stem the raising of funds for the court case against Packham. My team was countering their smears by unpicking their lies and letting our supporters know what was going on. Cease and desist letters were sent out to Munro, Ireland, Bartholomew and the Roberts trolls – only Munro and (Serenwyl) Roberts were dumb enough to reply to their C&D’s. Their tweets continued, sometimes so far off the mark (particularly on the crowdfunding situation and our personal backgrounds) that our team often had a good chuckle, nicknaming the 4 trolls in a memorable way.

Then something shocking happened – so appalling that I cannot mention it here. It involved ‘SR’. What I can add is that a deeper dive soon became necessary as the police were being slow and having trouble tracking Serenwyl down despite their apparent dealings with her in the past.

After the shocking event we started taking Serenwyl Roberts more seriously.

We had noticed how Serenwyl called herself a witch. At first this just seemed pathetic and there were plenty of Harry Potter and Grotbags jokes going around the team. Then we started looking closer in on the detail. The image on the Pillory Redux Twitter account threatened, “I have the patience to stab something a thousand times” and switched between an image of a pin cushion and an infamous deadly poison. Images began to appear of me online which had been burnt or disfigured. A voodoo doll of me with its head severed then emerged. A sheep’s head was thrown into my garden. There was a theme to most of the abuse I was getting…

Was this witch a lethal threat perhaps? I was already subject to death threats because of the Packham case and the lowlife saboteurs who support him. Was Serenwyl going to mount a physical attack against me?

Over the summer I was informing the police about Ireland and Bartholomew’s latest round of anti-social, illegal behaviour – alas, it’s a regular log (the CPS are yet to charge my stalkers as they are both registered as nuts) – and I let the police know that Munro and the Roberts family from hell were also pursuing me, backing Packham against me and trying to skew the civil case, both in terms of funding and direction, by spreading malicious materials to the Public, potential case backers, to Packham, to Packham’s partner Charlotte Corney and her zoo, to that repulsive propagandist Ruth Tingay, and to Packham’s legal team.

Hey ho. The cost of exposing bullies in 2022.

Then things got even closer to home. My children, who I have been careful to protect during these legal proceedings, started getting invitations on their private social accounts from friend clone accounts. A colleague pointed out that Serenwyl had recently cloned friend accounts and tried to get on her account, eventually succeeding by getting on the Facebook account of her teenage son as a friend, so as to dig up detail from inside privacy settings about her and her family. This behaviour was sinister beyond belief, blatantly targeting whereabouts and routine. My colleague had kept records of the chats the impostor had with her child. Then the Pillory Redux account started mentioning my thirteen-year-old daughter by name. The police were informed yet again…

And still the torrent of abuse flowed. The Pillory Redux Twitter account and Andrew Munro’s Twitter account went after several people associated with me – a Ghanaian work colleague, a magazine writer, a fellow shareholder. Then Pillory Redux suggested to this magazine’s Deputy Editor, James Bembridge, that at his age he should not be bothered with journalism but instead be ‘writhing in a bed full of naked men’. Meanwhile, Munro also teased Bembers about his homosexuality and wrote some silly piece read by our watchers – about my Ghanaian business colleague, using the word “Jumbala” with overt racist overtones, taking the mick out of him for being a pastor (find a Ghanaian who’s not) and running a gospel choir. Yet a further complaint had to be made to Gloucestershire Police about him, who offered Munro ‘WOA’, words of advice. Meanwhile Andrew Munro’s former company, Envisia Learning, disowned him then ditched him altogether from their ranks. (Munro has been treading on eggshells for a while now, which must be really difficult for someone that unstable and outcast).

As if dealing with a High Court civil defamation case were not taxing enough…

It soon gets tiring explaining to friends, family, associates, your legal team and the police why a bunch of bottom-feeders are causing daily mayhem.

Of course, these lowlifes are all saddos. Scratch under the surface just a little and you begin to witness the misery of their pathetic existences. I tried to show empathy. I wanted to find pity. I imagined sitting on their computer chairs – the view from their windows of the side of a rundown pebbledash bungalow in Rhymney, a filthy street in Hastings, a characterless estate in Bedfordshire and mediocrity in Gloucestershire were depressing but did not in any way excuse their malevolence. All bullies are cowards and with these trolls it was easy to see their puny state and to understand why they were projecting their bitterness at life on others. But why the peak now? Were these losers getting paid to attack? Their words were finding themselves verbatim onto Packham’s solicitor’s letters and onto Hunt Sab smear blogs.

Who was passing them the smear hymn sheet or would we have to wait until disclosure got going to find out?

Then in late August 2022 I received an infodump about Serenwyl and my eyes nearly popped out. It transpired that Chris Roberts was not Serenwyl’s ex or her lodger. Chris Roberts had an ex wife called Erdmute living in Gloucester, also known as ‘Eddie’ Roberts. And Eddie/Erdmute dressed as a witch…