Last night I had an odd memory back…it must have been taken away again quickly…but I am quite sure that it happened - I simply cannot place a date upon it.

I was at 14 St Bernards Road and my brother HUMPHREY handed me a letter - it had a NEW ZEALAND stamp upon it…and said ‘for you’…now, knowing absolutely nobody in the country who who was from NZ…and having had no contact with anybody there…I was entirely non-plussed.

I opened the letter to read a ‘teenage account’ of what a certain main university in NZ was all about…in fact the word ‘bostin’ came up in relation to how fabulous all of the sports facilities etc etc were…it was signed MARTIN GILL…I read through it, wondering what on earth was going on…I queried my brother along the lines of ‘wasn’t he one of your nasty little friends…why is he writing to me?’

HUMPHREY replied that I had obviously made more of an impression upon him than I had thought…which puzzled me even further…when and where had I even had a conversation with him? I hadn’t - had I? Only a very blurry image of a little boy with dark hair…from LANGLEY JUNIORS.

Anyway, the NZ university appeared to be offering him a scholarship - and he had been feted, wined and dined all over the place - with notaries from that university…and all I could think of was - why is he writing to me about it?

I thought about the memory above…until a bit more came back - and that was of MARTIN contacting me telepathically - whilst in NZ…and this is what had happened:

A slave-driver’s daughter had picked his photo out of a JOOISH catalogue and decided that ‘this was the guy’…GILL was then duly offered a scholarship…he had then been sent out to NZ, in order to be met by various ‘on the payroll’ University notaries who had been ordered to do so by this ill cult bigwig…this bigwig, who actually OWNED this massive university and everybody who worked in it etc etc…then introduced GILL to his daughter…and that is what GILL had contacted me…he wanted to get out of it fast…

Upon their first meeting - she had shown him wedding dresses in a book…to find out what particular style/design of dress he liked…an odd one because in Christian weddings, the bridegroom isn’t supposed to have a clue…but this girl wanted to please GILL a little bit too desperately, perhaps…

I advised him to tell her that she would have to lose weight if she wanted to get into a dress - because that is what hurts young women the most…he did so…she ran off in floods of tears…the ISRAELI NETWORK then came on board, yes this is where it gets weirder and she was told ‘on the tannoy’ NOT to tell her father what GILL had just said or else…so the wedding was simply called off…and GILL was returned, unharmed to the UK.

Years later, in the CIA LAB - GILL was to hurtfully tell me that he would have been better off…less hassle and less horror if he had married for money at that point in his young life…gone off to NZ and lived the high-life with no worries…rather than to have returned to the UK, get bought by MARK R etc etc…yes, of course he was right…but hey, he didn’t want to get married - he was the one who had wanted to get out of it…and who could possibly have realised or even guessed at that point in our young lives…that he had swapped the frying pan for the fire?

Yes, if he could do it all over again - he should have married her in relation to what would happen to him next if he didn't...but there again...being 'bought by catalogue' and shipped over like a book from AMAZON - it's not right, is it?

...and as we were later to find out, with LAING's TADCO 'friend'...MCDONALD was to inform us that after we had put together her 'idyllic consumerist' 'make everybody jealous' Bohemian lifestyle - a fantasy that we had put together for her blog...she got bored with her husband of the moment - he 'disappeared without trace' and she moved back to the singleton life again...the children were summarily dispatched to boarding school and that was that...