last night i was to remember a very strange occurence - around olton mere...i was to notify gill about it...and update him...upon an almost daily basis until eventually he decided to walk around the mere, with me too...i used to walk around the mere as my 'main exercise' in the afternoons/evenings....and for the first couple of weeks or so...i was to note the magpies...not that many....you know the children's song...one for sorrow, two for joy...ending up with seven for a secret never to be told...and you wonder why the CANDY mob were to call themselves 'the secret seven'? however, over the growing months...i was to note far more than 7....10, 20, 30...until one evening...just before dusk...i was to note groups of around 6/7 birds....all forming a main 'swarm' of about 100 or more magpies...around and in the 'swampland' at the back of the mere...the magpies used to congregate there...and just before dusk...they would fly off again...in different directions...presumably back to their own nests...

"i'll have a look then" gill had eventually told me...to then stop me before we got to the swampland at the back of the mere...a small 'hillock' by a small wooden pier (we took the lefthand route around the mere)...gill stood on that 'hillock' and did his 'magician act'....and now, i finally 'get' what that was all about...the MAG-magician and the PIE slave....MAGPIE relations....go figure.

anyway, we then saw over 100 or more magpies congregating in the trees/bushes/undergrowth of the swampland many were flying above it...in small 'family' groups....they would fly from one tree to another...gill was to say "it's chaos...chaos theory"....nothing like it, in practice - although the magpies made no 'pattern' in relation to their swarm - perhaps that is what he had meant...a random 'event' in that way...gill was to surmise that a magnetic device was 'bringing them in'...I suggested a carcass "because they eat meat, don't they?"....roll on the years....mark r was to say "we could do something with that..." but i am jumping the gun here...

...back to gill and i, walking around the mere...we eventually got to the swampland bit 'under the trees'...the path wound through it...and then over a small wooden bridge...through a wood...and then back to the clubhouse, next to the entry...from the warwick road....

anyway, the water was poisonous....horribly polluted...and mainly by that stream which ran under the bridge....blue algae had resulted...amongst other horrors...namely the stench....

gill was not to be put off...he began to walk along a plank into the mud of the swamp....i pulled him back....told him that it was sinking mud...and that 'they' wanted him to die...he mustn't go any further...gill ignored me...i then bargained with him....there was a rowing boat by the clubhouse...my parents had lifejackets (children had to wear them - even whilst walking around the mere - a club rule)...we'd put them on and take the rowing boat...approach the swamp from the water....gill agreed....and so that is what we then did....it was horrible...but i had to go with him.... it had been all i could do to dissuade him from walking into that sinking mud....he had been talking about a 'magnetising force' at the time....something that was attracting those birds...and it appeared to have a similar effect upon himself...go figure.

anyway, once 'into the swamp'...we were to find a rotting corpse in the mud...gill leaned out of the boat..."got it"...an electronic box....

he then caught the bus into town...having rung up his mates...and told them to meet him in a solihull school science lab....CF was also to attend....gill was to call him "the MALTESE FALCON"...go figure...oh and a note upon the timer system...'cider and maltesers' in relation to the whole horrorshow...

anyway, gill was to laugh to his mates that a couple of magpies had followed the bus....three actually - I can remember saying "it's like THE BIRDS"....his mates weren't laughing, however...when they saw mapgies at the window of that school science lab..."turn it off!"....easily done...gill flicked a switch....later on, he was to take the box to that hall - where the young obama and his US military friend, were based...obama was to look into it all, far more thoroughly....the corpse turned out to be a member of the US military...he had been dropped out of a plane....he appeared to have parachuting gear on but no parachute...a symbolic 'act' then?...and if so, by who? the box...well it was obviously a theremin box...set on 'MAGPIE' frequency...go figure.

...what else? well now i know 'how and why' CF knew what to do...having spotted one of varro's people in the woods of that dartington estate...he was to recognise the box...and not only that...he knew how to 'turn the dial' in order to control the operator of that box....see previous notes upon mr putin doing the same to mark r...making him 'run in circles' upon that templar castle lawn....go figure.