Oh dear...some people don't appreciate...

...being objects of desire...whoops...

Oh how I love the 36 bus journey...

...son number two has requested a sleeping bag...so it's a wonderful detour via Victoria to drop off said item. This bus journey has become synonymous with seeing the kids!!!

Back in Work

Well eventually I find a new job, working as a legal admin. Feeling quite lost and I definitely don't have enough work to do. Guess that will change!

Source Code.

Disappearing walkers by the passport office, RVs by the cross with US controllers, also up by Grosvenor station yadayadayada!

I got a sense of something afoot down on Notting Hill Gate around June2011/2012. Á la Admiralty Arch ‘it was us’ after 7/7/2005.

Surveillance?

So by my reckoning at least 4 watchers, perhaps 5, one potential striker, and one semiotician with camera reminding me of the primary/principal switch. One tall black, one on bike, older guy sat, guy with camera, walk past white guy, and black contractor. One potential arab sat in children’s play area, possible but more unlikely.

Vettin' Wettin? Wetting ourselves!!

...been working on my tattoo for my upper left arm (aima)...not bad...

Rota 13. Love is the Key. AHBH AChD!

So it seems some 7 years after MI warned me to stay away from my ex wife I'm now ready for a new life. Seems that my family will choose a much better companion and given both families Jerusalem will be the venue. She was a lovely looking lass and she probably knows I'm completely potty, actually my kind of pottiness is a trait in both families; ask Europe about the C20th!!!

I have no idea how this is gonna play out, but my family managed to get me away from my ex-wife pretty @#!*% efficiently!!! Looking forward to actually talking with you. xxx

So(e)...I have a stonkingly good idea to help someone weave(r) a tale; they're prequels not all sequels. It finds a young boy Jakob in a prep school (after father's death) in Saxony, prior to WWII, school called HolmWett, young boys name Jakob der Saxony, German Aristocracy. At 13 he leaves Germany and attends Marlborough College (if you aren't sluggish you'll be able to get the footage of Adam at the college, I have roles for MY CHILDREN to play!!!), which can be both Germany and Oxon!!!). Secret Army as per Adam's father, until the age of 27 when he is SOE in France (Older sister SS/Fifth Column/SOE, younger brother Military Intelligence in UK, youngest brother comedian (Bentine?) constantly takes the piss out of Hawhaw!!) boat insertion, Holland, Berlin, Austria and Roma (how he is respected by the Commandos, inception/conception?)!!! Returns and play many arms, triservice (tho' hates the RAF...quip...fucking Prussians!) switches uniforms and rank constantly LanceJack to Brigadier/Commander, infiltrates the camps (Jakob Shiloh) as a Hasidim, but escapes (he must be a Hapsburg spy!!)...another (final) joke (made by Nour Nour) after he shags some SS Maidens in the kamps 'Shiloh definitely came'...etc...set my kids up...why not...REAL actors...hables Espanol?

Boss...Bossa Nova...

...Judy Garland, Quincy Jones's Bossa Nova...next I'll be liking musical theatre...oh...wait there...

Species purity...

If there was ever a case for Eugenics at the level of species purity, I've been locked up with a few for the last couple of weeks...and that includes the medical staff. Good job we're not in Germany circa 1940s...

Slim, Montgomery, Alexander...

...or just a shady Wettin bastard...you decide...

"And he said to them, "Doubtless you will quote to me this proverb, 'Physician, heal yourself.' What we have heard you did at Capernaum, do here in your hometown as well." Luke 4:23 KJV.

Haha...here's some natural photographs to help you with your current fixation...she does look like her ancestors hey...she has your gens...

Look little people...you big soft touch...

Pictures in the right order for a change...

Devil's Advocate.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

So California, Florida or Cuba?

So the question is Disneyland, Disneyworld or Cuba...buena vista up your arrse...social club...xray...delta!

Good old aunty...reminds me of my Nour Nour...and as a Nana...she knows somebody should now her family/name and shouldn't be hutched...xxx

When in Rome.

So...was Nile Ward Morpheus's dojo. No. 1 I was brought here against my will, etc. No.2 it disguises as a hospital and lies about my condition to keep me here. no. 3 enemies are brought here again veiled. No.4 there is no honour here. No. 5 thus no Bushido as Bushido is only applicable to those adhering to Bushido, honourable of other traditions, the truthful or the weak. As far as Zen is concerned by the time his arm was broken he had very few duties owed.

So...no dojo...no reality...no honour...no bushido...


...now however...it is not Japan, nor even China, rather new Rome and an assault on a tribune, legate, etc., specifically one of his sword arms. When in Rome...do as the Romans do. So...do not draw Katana...Legions...Praetors etc...to the sword...

Not quite Jaws!!!

Now, have to sort out my mouth. Noble Metals s.v.p. they can look like they come from the NHS if you want!

Jakob der Saxe Coburg und Gotha

Apart from members of the mob commending my deductive logic, there is a spooky resemblance possible only via both maternal and paternal lines being related, kissing cousins seems to be a familial habit! :P

Now...when do I meet the family, where and how...and when are those bastards gonna hand over some cash (i.e. courtier cunts!), I have fees to pay, places to go, people to meet, people to see!