Banana Split Personality

Look. I've made it perfectly clear. The evidence from the court I reproduced here to show how vindictive and malicious the London Woman is only circumstantial. That's why it proves what I say. I hope that you don't mind me using technical terms like that, but I did say you have to be highly educated to read this blog. I have plenty of hard evidence that proves beyond doubt that I was being viciously abused and maliciously harassed. You will have to trust me on this. This is why I've only shown the dozens of emails I sent her telling her to fu*ck off and reprinted the dozens of occasions when I've told her that I won't be contacting her again.

Read it carefully. The evidence I produced isn't really evidence, but it is. I only did this because I'm sick of hearing all the lies London Woman says about me. Even though she has only mentioned me a couple of times and hasn't blogged anything atall for a long time. This silence of hers and her utter refusal to mention me only goes to show how much she harasses me. I'm sick of it.

The saboteurs have bewildered the entire internet. The poor internet is now hopelessly confused and it's their fault.

They are nothing but hippos.

Thankfully I can find solace in the Banana Splits. Since childhood, many of my friends and family, whenever I would start talking or acting with simple childlike fun and wonder would look at me, put their fingers in their ears and sing loudly 'La, la, la, tra la la' and look at me sorrowfully. What fun! What lovely memories.

I sometimes sing the Banana Splits theme and dance like a dervish in front of my ickle-wickle baby boy and laugh until I can't stop, to explain myself because he continuously wants explanations for my behaviour in life. That is all the explanation he'll ever need!

It's true my Italian Sicilian lovers have no worries understanding me on this level.