[THEWATCHER]

1972......MIB appear but these ones are NSA.I worked at that time for a local freight company on late shifts, 1.30pm till 10pm. It began with being followed nightly from the road by the company all the way to the A13 turnoff where i would turn right for home and the call turned left, towards London. The car, later in daylight identified as a green Mercedes 4 door saloon (sedan). This following was simply that, at first, following, the car 2 or 3 lengths behind me all the time. After a few nights I got annoyed and decided to try and outrun it. I floored the pedal and shot away from the Mercedes but it quickly caught up and placed itself behind me. Driving at reckless speeds of 90mph along the winding River road. River road runs thru a heavy industrial area and its dangerous at the best of times, near lethal at speed at night.
This following got on my nerves so much I gathered together 2 or 3 workmates in the car, taking them home after work, in order to get witnesses to the tagging.
One day on the drive to work in the early afternoon I noticed the Mercedes parked along by the trailers next to the company i worked for. I muttered a few swearwords and turned around, heading back homewards. The Mercedes followed, again a discreet 3 car lengths behind. At least I was seeing the thing in daylight and decided to make as many mental notes about the vehicle as i could, just in case.
We drove at an ordinary rate until we reached Barking power station, then the Mercedes accelerated and drew level with me, driving side by side. The rear nearside window lowered and a middle aged balding man sitting in the back of the car turned and looked at me, within seconds the window raised and the Mercedes sped off.
I was getting really peeved by the antics of the car and occupants and word soon got round the company that I was being messed with. The boss of the company called me into the office one day to ask if there was something he or the company could do, or even to notify the Police for me. I declined saying I could handle the situation.
Days later, again daylight, arriving for my shift, the Mercedes was parked again among the trailers. I hurriedly turned around and sped off back along Thames road towards River road. The Mercedes rushed up behind me getting very close, we raced along River road, traffic permitting. Nearing the straight just before the power station the Mercedes accelerated, drew level then drove at me, I responded on instinct and yanked the steering wheel left. To avoid a hit from the Mercedes. Unfortunately I hit some gravel and lost control, I skidded into a fence and hit the concrete uprights causing about £100 worth of damage to my car.
Strangely that was the last of the tagging from them, was I taught a lesson? possibly, the next time I came across the vehicle was on my 21st birthday, June 10th 1973, in daylight, in a carpark in Barking town centre. This time the occupants got out of their car and approached me.


THE WATCHER