Legal Issues Dealt With Once And For All.

Just to clear afew things up.

I am a writer. Well, I write this dont I.

I have often been compered to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie. By me. But thats because I’m one of those rare people who actually know what their talking about.

Things have all worked out very well for me and my new life has many excitenments and revelations not previously available to me in my comfy house in North Oxford, nestled among the brilliant academics and warm, non sententious history loving people of Oxford. That’s Oxford I said there. I mention it soley because it is my spiritual and academic home. A perfect jewel of tranqulility nestled in the heart of beautiful England, like a small blue eyed chick nestled in a chocolate egg. Perpetuated and adorable, marred only by it’s current lack of me.

My new life is simple and free. All I have to slow me down are a few basic ball gowns and the extensive range of storage media in which I carry round my large stock of research material and visual images, ready to splash them up on the net whenever I get the chance, in between dodging the chirpy errand boys and hiding from blundering police.

I want my propety back.

My new lawyers are absolutely leading and are much better than all the small town trogs and other useless people I have hired in the past and been unneccesarily kind about until they let me down. This lot are jolly super and can get me off those things I never did when I was defending myself. They specialise in police wrongdoing, so all you corrupt thugs are definately on bail from now on and you’d better clear your desks right now..

Did I mention I want my proprety back.

My research is suggestibly more effulgent every day and constantly the eluding sabotage and jealousy. Envious confederate eyes may eye it but I doubt they even understand it. They are beyond ill advised, and somewhere near Spalding.

I WANT MY PROPITY BACK!!!!!!

Not that any of this bothers me. I am serene. You lot can all spend all you’re time on the internet. Not me. I’m off to a leading pie and mash shop, where I can be among the good people of the Eastend, people that can recognise Irishness and genius in equal parts. Wally S loved parsley liquor. I just know he did.