......and today....i was to find a largish 'white polystyrene egg' in my bath....had it blown in through the window or had somebody 'with the keys' let themselves in again...the ill cult periodically do, to leave items 'here and there'....go figure.

next up...i was to remember 'the stumpy'...in relation to a note upon the timer system "it's not cricket" as in nothing to do with 'minniecricket' i.e. a reference to myself....along with the game of cricket...in a local village...Warwickshire village?....along with RH...robert humphrey....or "humpy" as ingabot used to call him...."the camel with three humps" as simon lyons was to joke....see previous notes....oh and the CID were also to leave a note 'to that effect'...regarding who had been 'at work' at that ruinous castle in leamington spa/warwick....and so not just teresa may, then?...."bobby's mob had been at work, there - too" replies BI ONLINE.

...next up....a BOOTS points card envelope was to come through my door...which was to remind me of the following, for some reason...remember that graphic design teacher at bournville art college?....see previous notes upon her giving me the equivalent of 0-out-of-10 for my collection of 'complementary colour card' cut-outs....because nobody else in that class, had interpreted the colours/shapes in the same way....in short, they had all been thinking 'inside of the tube/box' whilst i had been thinking outside of it...and that is why i then had to change direction...change to 'fine art' instead of pursuing a career in graphic design....and that is why i then turned up at dartington...where mckintyre was to look at one of my 'complementary colour card' cut-outs and say...that it was the only interesting item, in my entire portfolio....later on, the CID were also to take an interest in it...and why, you might ask?...it was all about the 'orange spikey'...and one of the things, that the graphic design teacher had taken 'exception to', the most...."orange is a happy colour....it isn't spikey" etc etc....you see, graphic design has an unspoken but somewhat formalised way of 'understanding' what a colour and shape communicates, in emotional and psychological terms...and if you break the rules...well, that's fine in a modern art gallery, if you want to 'shock'...but it is not fine and it will definitely not sell anything, in the commercial world of the 'ad boys' let us say....and there's more...i had created a shape akin to the 'orange sea urchin' with the 'mossad' black mollusc within it...no wonder the design had shocked her....go figure.

...anyway, i was then to think about how that registered nurse from an 'agency' had talked at length, about her holidays...the one who appeared for just one evening, at eaglehurst....she and her military husband, had also enjoyed that definitive 'shellfish platter' in the east....see previous notes upon what mcdonald and SC had got up to....the 'mossad' black mollusc etc etc...

and there's more...and this is where things begin to tie-up, a little....remember the young japanese student, son of a japanese military commander at oxford?...and what he had taught me how to do 'upon the networks'...a cross between rimington's 'green pea' and a mossad black mollusc, upon the seabed....see previous notes upon rimington getting the saudis to trance out in horror...."when is a pea not a pea?" etc etc....go figure.

....anyway, the above chimes in with a certain MI5 operative...and his network, which were around and about town, today....whom, I had given a certain message to be passed on, so many years ago now...about martin gill...to be taken to 'robinson' at S2S03 in a certain department....because 'robinson' would want to track and trace gill, immediately....gill, who was working as a monarchy slave, at the BBC....directing, producing, doing camerawork...you name it...and for those who couldn't be bothered to turn up and do the job, themselves...and of course, gill's name was never accredited to any of the work and he remained 'unpaid'....you see, the ill used to 'move us around' quite a bit....you normally had a roof over your head...a flat in central london...or even a bedroom in a royal castle....but you never 'owned' anything....in fact, if one were to make a comparison with the 18th/19th century...you were simply one of the entourage...but a slave rather than a servant...go figure.

...and what else?...well, the rest is 'in pictures'....let me see...and having just got onto the internet...well, it looks like the 'ad boys' are onto that certain 'projection' already....the orange and the black mollusc 'pea' cult....go figure: