MYSTERIOUS PRAGUE game just opened upon my desktop as I was thinking about that strange MAROON colour that had been one of MARTNE’s dresses…

You can see a MAROON disk under the ‘maroon EARTH’ upon the initial image of this computer game.

MAROON surrounded by SCARLETT’s Jesuit ORANGE.

This is what happened:

MARK R and MCDONALD had a room across the corridor in a hotel…MARTIN and I were sharing a room and as soon as we got in there…I smelt my ‘tiger jumper’ and it ponged…it literally STANK…all of my clothes stank…of something really rank…as if we had both walked through a MANURE/DUNG HEAP…shades of DUNGBETTLE ‘M’ programming…I meant DUNGBEETLE as in AMADEUS…and MARTIN and I didn’t have a change of clothes even though MCDONALD and MARK R did…

Anyway, I called up reception and asked if they had a laundry service…I was wrapped in a tiny towel at the time…all that the room afforded…after showering…they told me that I had to take my clothes down to the laundry room…we were possibly in IRELAND because the man who took the clothes from me…had an Irish accent…he was worked into the ground there and paid almost nothing…

So realising that I couldn’t put on my clothes again without smelling of ‘it’…SH I.T. I took a sheet off the bed and told MARTIN to give me his clothes and I would take them down to the laundry…it was the afternoon but I said that I would pretend that I was part of a ‘toga party’ if asked…I then got to the stairs at the end of the corridor to hear MCDONALD and MARK R laughing, down it, from behind me…what was I up to…I was in a ‘child alter’…they didn’t stop me…they were probably in older child alters…

Anyway, I asked the man in the laundry room/kitchen - if he had any clothes left by other guests…and he just produced this MAROON chiffon/nylon ‘princess dress’ which I then took up to MARTIN and laid it on the bed…I then figured it ‘spelt trouble’ and so walked across the corridor to the room directly opposite and knocked on the door…TOMLINSON opened it and when he saw me, began to swear viciously - his ‘usual surly self’…I wasn’t taking any nonsense so just shoved the dress at him and told him to hide it…and then returned to our room.

AMADEUS then came into our room to ask for the dress…”where is your dress MARTINE?”

Eventually he found it in TOMLINSON’s room and enquired “FATI, why did you hide MARTINE’s dress?” - to which, TOMLINSON didn’t answer.

AMADEUS then returned to our room with MARK R…I snatched the dress off him and threw it out of the window onto a low lying roof…one of those with a sheet of tarpaulin covered in ‘gravel’ stuck on.

AMADEUS wanted somebody to go out and get it…I pointed out that MARK R was the smallest and so he had to go…I ‘knew’ at the time that we were being watched on CCTV by the top ill - and that this was all ‘entertainment’ for them…MARK R then got out there…and I shouted at him to change alter…he did so…AMADEUS then did so, we took it in turns…be a BOUNCY BALL…a PINEAPPLE whatever came into our heads…he nearly fell off the roof at one point…AMADEUS was trying to make him fall off the roof and I was trying to keep him on it…

Afterwards - AMADEUS was to say that the ‘game’ had been an old and tired one and that we had made it more amusing than usual…

COLETTE was behind the above…I am certain of that one -she and her rebel group had programmed in, certain things to happen within the future - and this was their input:

I got MARK R and MCDONALD to pay him for the laundry service which he had done brilliantly - himself - that evening. £60 may not seem a lot but it was ‘cash in hand’. The next morning I rang for breakfast to be brought up for MARTIN and his wife made an excellent one (I took mine downstairs -MARTIN was too exhausted to get up) and she brought it up. I then got MARK R and MCDONALD to pay for it - and emptied them out of their spare cash.

Later on in the CIA LAB - we made sure that this elderly couple won the POOLS and were not harmed by the ill - they went off to live on…well let us say…somewhere rather idyllic.