My meeting with Nick Lowles, then an employee of the anti-fascist Searchlight organization, occurred in the late 1990’s. I had arranged to meet him at the railway station in Craven Arms, Shropshire and was there, at the appointed time on the appointed day, when he arrived accompanied by a rather burly ‘minder’.
I mentioned an Inn, some miles away in a nearby village, where we might agreeably discourse but he – suspicious – declined, and so we three decamped to his car to drive a short distance away to a Craven Arms tavern.
So there we sat, me with my Coca-Cola (since I was then teetotal) and he with his minder with us seated around some nondescript table. He produced a recording device so as to record our conversation.
I found it all rather amusing, as he – like some inexperienced Police officer conducting an interview with a suspect – bade me answer question after question, many of which were about the Order of Nine Angles which questions I calmly answered.
I seem to recall he mentioned post office boxes many times, and finally honed in on some such a box in Hereford, making the play that the post office “video-recorded visitors who collected mail.” I smiled, knowing from years of experience of Police interviews that this was a ruse. But I played along, mentioning that – as I had previously said – I was doing a favour for a long-standing friend by collecting and forwarding certain mail.
This calm response of mine seemed to rather annoy him, and toward the end of our meeting, he – vis-a-vis me being Anton Long – shouted at me “Why don’t you just admit it!”. I simply smiled, and exchanged a knowing glance with his minder, who returned the compliment. We – I and that minder – seemed two of a similar kind while Lowles most certainly was not of our pro-active kind.
That Lowles has never released the complete, raw, audio recoding of our conversion in that Craven Arms Inn is perhaps somewhat indicative. That he subsequently claimed that I at the time was living with my friend Richard Moult in Shropshire was somewhat amusing and perhaps also indicative since – as Special Branch and MI5 could have confirmed – I was then living with my then wife in a village near Malvern and had travelled that day by train to Craven Arms.
When Lowles sometime later published his account of our meeting I was unsurprised at his journalistic embellishments. For he saught to portray me in a particular and negative way – as perhaps his adherence to an anti-fascist ideology demanded – while portraying himself in a positive manner, forgetting to mention of course that I had not only invited him to partake in a duel with deadly weapons for publishing misinformation about me but had also invited him to my then home near Malvern, both of which cordial invitations he declined thus leaving me with my honour intact and he hiding behind a certain ideology.