The Last Will and Testament of John Patrick Holmes

Bleeding. My keyboard working feverishly before they submit to the dark crimson overcoat. I shouldn't die. At least not today. I have no need for this dear readers. An investigation that went sour. Politicians who know people. The story is simple - follow a local MP, see what he is up to. My bread and butter, I thought, an extra-marital affair. A corruption of the heart.

Deeper into the investigation things began to emerge. Said MP is big on recycling, an election promise if you will. As the weeks unfolded I began to realise why. This story is equally simple. Good natured home owners recycle their goods. Council collects the goods. Goods taken to recyling facility. Recycled goods emerge.

Glass. Aluminium. Steel. Far ranging uses.

Your elected MP recommended the company that handles recycling in the area. They provide a service. They get paid. Capitalism is a wonderful thing. As I began to delve deeper there appeared to be a large gap between recycled goods entering and leaving. I am not a recycling expert and I assume some is lost in the processes etc. This is a big city. One million tons of missing recycling? Damaging enough?

The plot thickens.

Of the one million there is approximately a legitimate loss of 200,000 tons due to contamination. Where is the other 800,000? Recycled. Packaged. Exported. Quetta, Pakistan. Zahedan, Iran.

Steel can be exported without much of a fuss. Steel is used for any number of things. The names of the recipients however throw a different light. A large proportion of recipients are known members of Jundullah. A large order was recieved in Zahedan in December 2006/January 2007. On the 14th - 17th of February several bombs were detonated in the city by Jundullah. Many of which were made, in part, from steel.

It would be unfair, to bring this issue back to its start point, to assume that our MP knew where the steel was going or even if he knows to this day. But his "no questions asked" approach has lined his pockets with blood money.

So maybe I will live. I have survived one beating. But a beating from the heavies of a recycling firm cannot compare to the acts of militant organisation. Which is why I am leaving you, the internet, with my story should you hear of me through the obituaries column in the Evening News.