....early on this tuesday morning....i was to wake up...having remembered an interpol file....something around 'cotterell' and get british army intelligence to look up his case again....the cotton reel back into the maze....a bit like that minotaur myth, eh?

where shall we begin, gill...because yes, i know what this is all about now...and it begins and ends with 'ms cronshy'...

....let's start with...as a dog returns to its vomit - so a criminal returns to the scene of his/her crime...which is presumably why 'ms cronshy' is behind this ill cult attempt to entrap me at the crown court in chelmsford....because she had been, on trial...at the crown court in chelmsford...in the dock - on a murder rap...and how many years ago, now...had it been? what did that interpol file say...the date....circa 2003?

what else? well, the man who had been asking about a criminal court case, in clacton library on monday morning....he had been one of the jury panel at ms cronshy's trial...and yes, the ill had attempted that 'drugged water in a plastic cup' number upon the lot of them...but it hadn't worked on all....there were a number of those jurors who could remember what had really gone on...but not enough to sway the verdict....which the judge was to carry....and cronshy then got let off....and let off 'what' - you might ask?

let's begin again....'cronshy' was living with a man, in a house that they both owned - and used to share, until she moved out....she had been living with a 'mr cotterell' according to that interpol file....as if they were 'brother and sister'...odd because they looked nothing like 'brother and sister' but that is how they related to each other....she was shorter, dark-haired and fat...he was taller, light-haired and thin....

anyway, army intelligence used to ring up 'cotterell' upon a regular basis....because they were concerned about him....what was happening to him...in short, he had british army links and connections....but he was no longer able to 'work' for whatever reasons....PTSD....stress of the job...something like that....

...in short, 'cotterell' was 'waking up' to something....and nobody seemed to be able to work out what was going on....i can remember the cctv of 'cronshy's arguments with 'cotterell' which....over the passage of time...over nearly a year....arguments that were to change from 'heated' to 'violent'..."what do you do all day, anyway??!!"....he was to tell 'cronshy' that he was engaged in writing a novel....all of the thoughts and ideas that were flooding his mind...he was putting to paper....he was roughly shaping out a manuscript....one that oddly enough...became a published novel....remember THE SEED COLLECTORS?...and posthumously, i might add....because 'cotterell' had been dead for some years...over a decade...before its publication....

...and so go figure as to who had picked up that 'rough draft'....pages and pages of it....to then reshape the whole thing and get it published....let me give you an example - from the published novel and not the original manuscript (which appears to have been 'channelled')....the ending of THE SEED COLLECTORS comes to mind...the fat wife screaming at her docile husband..who then pours a kettle of boiling water over his head....because he cannot bear it any longer....but 'cotterell' hadn't commit suicide, had he?...and somebody had figured that if the investigation went this far...that it would be assumed he had done...."the milibands" replies MI5 ONLINE...well, david was alway the 'literary one' wasn't he?...and yes that is quite true...he was to end up with 'cotterell's rough draft....along with rifkind, who had been managing the whole affair....go figure.

rifkind....whom 'cronshy' had been hoping would lend her his 'chinese fountain pen' to use upon myself, at chelmsford crown court....see previous notes.

oh and you might like to have another look at those BBC weather maps, that i was to recently post upon my blog....check out that 'surrealist painting'...one of those paintings chosen by those 'doctor lee special robots'....the one that i was to juxtapose to one of those weather maps....compare that painting in terms of colour/pattern recognition...to the photo of the so-called 'author' of THE SEED COLLECTORS...a certain 'scarlett thomas'...upon inside cover of the paperback version (at the back).....

scarlett 'thomas' eh? had cotterell's first name been thomas....run by scarlett, perhaps? hmmm...yes, that was something else that interpol had known....but figured that i would never remember his first name....thomas cotterell...or was it spelt cotterill?
what else? well the arguments between 'cronshy' and 'cotterell'....were to happen over the course of nearly a year...in brief, she had wanted to sell the house....and the cctv was to show 'cotterell' telling 'cronshy' that it was their only form of 'security'....cronshy was somebody who liked to 'spend, spend, spend' and he was worried for both of them and not just himself...

in summary, cotterell wouldn't sell....cronshy had moved out but she would sporadically turn up (she had a key, of course) and without warning...she would return to upbraid him upon his decision not to sell the house....screaming at him....telling him how useless he was...throwing things at him....breaking things.

until one day...he was found at the foot of the stairs....a long staircase from the landing to the groundfloor....'head trauma'...hit by a blunt instrument - upon the back of his skull....'cronshy' was to claim that he must have banged his head whilst rolling down the stairs.
witnesses had observed 'cronshy' enter the house just before his death.....'cronshy' was to say that he was dead by the time that she got there....and that the witnesses must have been wrong...and that they hadn't seen her...."someone like me" etc etc.

the court was also to hear...that her office had been contacted that day...and that the caller had been given a location - as to where cronshy had been at the time of death...however there were no witnesses to back 'cronshy' up...nobody had seen her at the location given, by her office, at that particular time....

anyway, what else can one say? except that most of the jury had been drugged....'cronshy' was then to get off a murder charge...although some were to say, privately afterwards - that if 'cronshy' had been sensible - she would have opted for 'manslaughter'...'unpremeditated murder'...because it would all surely come out...later on...and that time, is 'now' - i suppose.
....and so to conclude, 'cronshy' was to get off....rather like ingabot had once done....which may or may not interest the CID, here....go figure.

...and you want to know what she had hit him with?....evidence was to suggest a metallic, heavy-based object....something that had looked a bit like a 'candlestick' or lamp....'cronshy' was then nicknamed the 'candlestick-maker/murderess' behind closed doors....and you wonder what rifkind used to use her 'services' for - as an ill cult programmer?

what else? 'cronshy' was to tell 'cotterell'...that she had made the name 'cronshy' up...as an anagram...a memory aid....but of what?.....there is also cctv of him looking bemused at her choice of 'alias'....and then calling her "abbi....don't you see...you're A BEE!"...go figure.

what else? CF could remember quite a bit about the above...but it was rather confusing...firstly he had seen 'cotterell and cronshy' as a 'man and his dog'....cronshy appeared to be a 'border collie sheepdog' in CF's mind....and that is where the LOBSTER film reference comes into play....CF could also remember the names CALDICOTT and RENSHAW for some reason....along with the first name 'paul'....go figure.