The Abyss

I've been plunging the depths recently as I plough on through the reams and reams of police lies and their corrupt justice pervert libel. it's been a struggle, looking so deeply in to such abuse black hearts. How these people can get into a tizz over little sweet and gentle me makes me want to explode. However, I ought to receive no further abuse, and I have instructed my lawyers to watch for any abuse, extremely carefully. I've told them to keep both eyes open atall times and to purchase some night goggles incase abusive saboteurs try to get up to no good during the night when all good souls are either asleep or recreating darling Walter Snickers' nightime wanderings through Whitechapel. I've specifically instructed my lawyers not to even think about blinking.

I've been going through the paperwork, the statements and all the tissue of lies that masquerade as a prosecution case. I've seen fibs the size of wallabies, perversions of the truth as big as a Galapagos turtle, and just as clumsy by the way, once it's out of the ocean of iniquity.

The lies have been as numerous as the justice pervert plankton, swimming around saying 'wot me guv?" But they've been caught out by my superior research skills. My uncanny ability to bury myself in the casework - in this instance, the paperwork was 5 square yards. I scattered it about my spacious and well appointed five star hotel room, held my nose and dived in, occasionally surfacing for a new crayon.

I showed my research to my lawyer who said, "Haven't you finished it?". This encouraged me to have another go and finally, finally, I had gone through the case and completely destroyed it. I am fortunate to have a precious legal team who let me write my own defence. Most others just take over from the client and do it all for them.

My lawyer was really impressed by my research, I could tell by the way he was trying to suppress a smile, a chuckle as he read through it. I heard him mutter, "Oh dear God!" a few times, clearly admiring the quality of my research. At times he had to bite his tongue and he even had to leave the room a couple of times. I heard what sounded like hysterical sobbing.

This is why he's struggled so hard for me. Clearly he can't put his feelings quite to one side when faced with my beauty. Who can blame him. I'm a stunner.

When he came back he looked a little flustered. Sensing his embarrassment, I held his hand lightly stroking it as I looked deep into his eyes and told him that Jesus had given me a message that the two of us are doing His work when we battle the dark evil justice pervert saboteurs and He will reward us.

He pulled his hand away and looked shocked. I don't suppose he realised the true importance of this case, thinking it was just about libel and harrassment. It's not, it's about making the Holy Truth of Jesus come into the open.

Overcome by this, he got up and said that he had to go. I know, I told him, you want to quietly reflect in this in a spiritual way. "Quite" he replied opening the door and showing me out.

I'm certain that they are so impressed with my research that they are going to offer me a job. I shouted this through the letterbox but got no reply.

I've been thinking of the Titanic recently. I don't think for one second that it was an iceberg that sank it. One look at the photos taken from the film clearly shows that the ship was 'ripped' like having it's throat cut.

I wonder how many Jacobites were on board, I must check.

Today's sandwich was cachalot fillet served over trout and was bought in the usual way.