today i was to visit BOOTS....to see their 'highly expensive range of blood pressure testing products'.....

i then went on to SUPERDRUG....as the ill knew that i would do....i was to check out the same products there....to remember those 'WHITEHALL bastards' programming me with that SUPERDRUG product....the idea being? "go to your local surgery now - they will prescribe you with the pills"....

what 'pills' exactly?

i do not need 'blood pressure pills'.

'pills' to 'get you under' as a slave to whitehall and the foreign office?

MI5 and whoever else is an 'interested party'....you might start...by checking out 'blood pressure pills' in packets.....at the RANWORTH SURGERY....

pills that really 'get you under' eh?

"close down half of your brain" we've already checked - replies MI5 ONLINE.

so it is actually 'safe' for me to go for a 'general check-up' there now? really and truly?

"well, no - they might tell you to take other stuff but you can always refuse it"

.....and if i refuse to take this 'HYPO-THE-HETICAL' stuff....they might section me again and force me to take their hypodermic syringe?

"'heretical stuff"

heretical? i am not a heretic - am i?....and the word 'heretic' is normally used in relation to religions...

the hypo SYRINGE....and the SCHYNIGE....

Oh i get it now...thousands wouldn't....RH and his HIPPO cult....

....RH had loved a certain birthday present from my mother - a massive soft green hippo toy - RH was at senior school at the time....and my father was to laugh helplessly "i do not think that you should be giving our son...." to which my mother replied "i KNOW what my son likes...." go figure.....and RH did, he did love what his mother had given him and obsessively...he used to 'play games' upon the landing next to my parents' bedroom.....and from the a 'young age' as a teenager....to 16 years old.

"how many hippos did we have to buy?" my mother was to laugh, yesterday...only two, is the answer....i can remember dad having to buy 'two tiny ones' in relation to RH's 'big daddy'.....for ingabot and ed.

OTHER NOTES:

....the HYPOdermic cult....that even my parents as 'owls' had to protect themselves from....and what could they do to protect themselves?......get out the 'oven/stove lighter' eh? see previous notes.

"...or the whoopee cushion" replies MI5 ONLINE.

well, precisely.....i can remember RH's exact words.....after having been shown that his blood pressure was 183....."DO YOU WANT ME HOSPITALISED NOW????"

....my father was laughing so hard ((inside of his head), whilst trying not to....that he was unable to speak, at first.....he was trying to stop any audible 'laughter' coming out of his mouth...he then told RH to 'calm down' and go to a local outlet that tested blood pressure......for a second opinion....other than the 'rigged device' i.e. 'what' my father had 'in his hands' at the time....which had been 'courtesy of norrie' (who had been there at the time - of giving that rigged device to my father, at my parents' manningtree home, i might add that my parents had NOT known what was going on - being in a very low brainwave level state, at the time) - go figure. norrie - mi5...norrie and mrs portillo...connect up the dots.

i have been termed a 'white arab' now and then...in relation to ill cult lists...but what about 'white russian'? go figure.....and yes i 'get' the 'good samaritan' joke, from yesterday...