Another gray day in dear old London town. We struggle on through the thick 'pea soupers' of the heavy rain and drizzle. I can hear the howling wind rattling through the streets as though it was searching for Walter Sicket himself, rushing around, blowing up and down. I wander on my merry errands to the constant sound of howling and of breaking wind.
I am staying with some of my many friends and research colleagues. We stuff our faces with the Christmas menus - I'm getting quite a taste for the laminated ones. I find printed paper to be a bit tasteless.
Those in the know are saying that MI6 has 'taken a great interest' in my case and is working with Special Branch to make sure my gentle research is kept buried away. I guess this explains why the Chief Commissioner, Sir Iain Banks was personally ordered to begin his silly legal vendetta against me with all the MI5 stooges in Chancery Lane.
There have been some foolish people on the blogs wittering away in their ignorant and clueless way about SIS document policy. Well, as I explained, it doesn't apply to me. It just doesn't. I am a beautiful researcher and I must follow the dictates of my muse. I have to bring secret things into the open. Transparent. Like my nighty.
Some of these bloggers , well all of them, just don't have my long experience and detailed knowledge of the security services and imagine a jumble of James Bond anacronyms and insider talk. The Special Branch is plotting away to bring me and my research down on orders from MI6 and the House of Windsor, who would lose everything once my research gets published (Will publishers please contact me asap?).
MI5 are in a right stew as they are a straightforward agency of which I know everything about. I understand about not releasing spy names this is why I haven't released any. Apart from the few I did, naturally. I know. I can be trusted. I can keep mum.
But their conspiracy to make me reveal where I have kept my copies of the secret documents will come to naught. What are they going to do? Send me to Guantanamo? I will never reveal where I keep my secret documents I took from the National Archives.
It's a bit rich. Why can't they just let these documents be released? They're old.
I'm rather disappointed in our security services, all they seem to do is to antagonise, frustrate and bedevill me. I suppose I am the biggest case they've ever handled, but it is wasting so much effort on behalf of SB, MI5, MI6, SIS, Metropole Police, Thames Valley Police, the National Archives, the Ripperologists and the Freemasons, to spend all that effort on trying to thwart little old me.
I should be flattered. But it's not me they're after but my beautiful, precious research. I shall guard it for all eternity.
Our operatives are simply not what they were. I shouldn't have fallen for any artistic manoeuvres either, but if I were on my case, I would have instantly detected that art, not force, should be deployed; with force, I'd have advised, 'you will find it impossible.'
Today's sandwich was Tartuffe d'Tourettes with sour grape dressing and was bought in the usual way.
It would have been quite enough having to deal with the Special Branch PR Unit on it's own. But of course I wouldn't have had to. Exactly what Special Branch officials opposed to my research needed, was for a small pack of stalking abusers to make false allegations about me which they could massively use as a lever to discredit me. In fact, they were fairly desperate for anything to use. And The Met are attempting to do exactly this.
Research Archive
Important Questions
Still Here
Time since my stalker threatened to delete this blog 'in an instant':
|