This is a long and detailed post I suggest you sit down and take the time to read Copsucker Linda Taylor self-interview critique Q. AJ started a blog that accuses DA investigator Steve Jacobson of leaking . It is the same photo she uses on a dating site, even though she is supposedly in a relationship. Linda has dark hair cut into a bob and dark eyes with a slim figure. Usually She asks Boo, "Are you fucking kidding me?" to which Boo Joe Caputo (ex- boyfriend) - Joe and Linda start dating in Season Four. Leanne Taylor · Angie Rice. Linda Riss Pugach with her husband, Burton, in a film. She was 22, a sheltered, dark-haired Bronx beauty said to look like Elizabeth Taylor. . , “ he was said to have promised, 'I'll get you a Seeing Eye dog for Christmas. On another occasion, about to start the day's proceedings, Mr. Pugach.
So it appears she wanted to continue to be part of the investigation and do law enforcement job for them. Question 3 on page two: Have you ever worked as an informant for law enforcement? No I have not. But her actions of reporting and giving so much information about so many people was exactly what an informant does. Question 5 on page 2: Her answer No they did not. The next question was: AJ started a blog that accuses DA investigator Steve Jacobson of leaking information about this case to you, is there any truth to that?
Her answer was A. I did not receive information from Steve Jacobson on any investigation Again I do not believe this to be true on page 7 it says she did mention that she was working with DA investigator Jacobson and also said she had contact with a couple of other special agents from the FBI. The next question said: The same report I have been referring to and linking to in this post.
So she obviously has been reading them. And to my knowledge AJ Pontillo has never started a blog. In the next question she said this is not the first time she has been involved in criminal investigation and in fact it appeared to be bragging that there had been more.
What comes to mind is she working for the law enforcement in this area and possibly been used to subvert the limitations that Law Enforcement may have on them where a private citizen may not be held to the same standard.
In the next to last question on page 2 she had put up 3 links, one to a Turlock journal newspaper article concerning Frank Carson http: The second link I find incredibly interesting, here is the sentence with the link: If you click on that link in blue in the above line it will take you to a blog titled Understanding Bail Bonds.
It is a post on the case of Praveen Singh, a Modesto bail bondsman who was arrested on Murder and Solicitation Charges.
She handed one to me. What I read horrified me. Gloria could have died herself - she was still very ill. So I told her what she wanted to hear. If she had asked me the same question 10 years later, I might have replied differently. Perhaps one day we will be able to talk about it.
In those days everyone slept with everyone. If you said no, you were considered uptight. But I always felt guilty afterwards and I continued to go to confession.
Singer Linda Lewis: The night I asked my boyfriend 'Do you mind if I sleep with Cat Stevens?'
Puzzlingly, the priest was always keen to hear all the details of my partying life. It was late at night and Sammy was in a deep sleep beside me. Cat Stevens wasn't his real name, of course - we all knew him as Steve Georgiou. He lived with his parents in a flat above their restaurant in Shaftesbury Avenue. Cat used to sit in our front room playing the guitar.
That's where he wrote his beautiful song Moonshadow. Cat, a sensitive and caring man, used to be fun. He always liked to have a muse. His second was me. We'd talk about our childhood and he wrote Old School Yard for me. I continued with my music, too, sitting in the kitchen in Hampstead strumming my songs.
A sensitive and caring man: The singer once asked her boyfriend if minded is slept with cat Stevens, who is now known as Yusuf Islam That's how a Warner Brothers executive, who was a dinner guest at the commune, discovered me in My on-off romance with Cat lasted several years.
I was still seeing Sammy at the time, too. It was the Seventies, after all. But soon Cat began to change. To put it kindly, he was searching for greater meaning in life. To put it bluntly, he was becoming a pain. We went to an Islamic wedding before he converted and adopted the name Yusuf Islam in Cat was clearly impressed with the orderliness of the Muslim faith.
At the reception, I didn't like the way the women were sent to the kitchen, while the men smoked. If he didn't exactly lose his sense of humour, Cat certainly mislaid it for a while. He started laying down the law when we toured the U. He carried a small prayer mat with him, which we would mock lightheartedly. Cat responded by saying: When I met Jimi Hendrix in there was a huge buzz about this otherworldly arrival from the U.
Jimi came into the Bag O'Nails club in Soho, where I was playing, and sat at a table with half-a-dozen beautiful girls. Later, he came backstage to tell me he thought the show was really cool. Jimi was small in the flesh and had no pretension about him. We had a joint together. He spoke in a whisper. Fame didn't treat Jimi well. He had too many people giving him drugs and telling him he was brilliant. He wanted to pretend he was a tough guy, but he wasn't.
If someone took one tab of acid, he would take six. The rock star image had become a monster, eating him up. He was like a little boy lost. The last time I saw him was at Ronnie Scott's club in He looked really happy. A few days later he was dead.
The David Bowie I first met was not yet a glam-rock peacock, but a reserved young man who hid his shyness behind a veneer of mystery. But if you see him these days, he's just a normal bloke.
People have asked me whether he was actually ever gay. Perhaps he probably tried it a few times. Everybody did in those days. I sang background vocals on his album Aladdin Sane and attended the after-show party on his farewell tour as Ziggy Stardust in Bianca Jagger and Bowie's wife Angie were there, snogging furiously.
No one batted an eyelid. I was more interested in helping myself to the buffet. From behind me, a gruff voice said: Another of our commune's visitors, the young Rod Stewart, was good fun on his own, but became pompous when he was in a group. Rod was a bit like the Queen - he never carried money. This was understandable - in his early days as a budding singer, he'd been quite poor and had become used to cadging money for drinks.
Even after he was successful, however, he remained stingy. If you lent him cash, you rarely saw your money again.
Linda had a relationship with legendary guitar player Jimi Hendrix and T-Rex frontman Marc Bolan right When people retrieved a banknote back from Rod's wallet, they'd frame it, such was its rarity. After he'd had a few hits, I went out with him and some mates. He was buying a round and - guess what - he found himself suddenly short. I stumped up a fiver. Rod, you still owe me. In an emergency, the girls in the commune were ready to help in any way.
When one of the musicians in the house, Robert Wyatt, discovered his girlfriend in bed with another man, he tried unsuccessfully to slash his wrists. A little later, we women drew straws to decide which of us was going to comfort him. It was supposed to be a cuddle, a life-saving cuddle. One thing led to another and I can only say that if life-saving is always as good as that, I want to volunteer for the St John Ambulance.
Halfway through this 'emergency procedure', my boyfriend Sammy walked in. He was less than pleased. We broke up, but got back together for a while. Robert later drunkenly threw himself out of a third-floor window, an accident which confined him to a wheelchair for life. He tells me he still remembers our night together.
She was upset and I did my best to comfort her. I always liked Britt; she was more fun than Rod's next blonde, Alana Hamilton. Rod and Alana always invited me to massive dinner parties at their mansion, so I asked them round to my place in return. Not being quite in Rod's tax bracket, I wondered how I would top their extravaganzas.
Copsucker Linda Taylor self-interview critique – Dawgonnit-Dawg's Blog
Then I came up with the answer: I served them beans on toast, washed down with a few bottles of Guinness. Rod liked it, but Alana, with her airs and graces, wasn't so sure. Meanwhile, Britt Ekland's idea of getting over Rod wasn't perhaps what everyone would have done. She had a wild party. As the evening wore on, mountains of cocaine were served. Naked people jumped into the pool and started pairing off.
I've always had a problem putting names to faces and was sitting in a crowded room next to a tall, dark-haired bloke who seemed familiar. I racked my memory, which by now was suffering the effects of much cocaine. I tried valiantly to guess. Then it came to me. I was the woman who had failed to recognise Keith Richards. The Rolling Stones were probably the most famous rock and roll band on the planet - but Keith just laughed.