....and what happened friday morning, then?...well a certain curious incident in M&S...remember 'christmas treats' - james forrest british council, university of silesia...

....an F.O. secret code e.g. jaffa cakes = radio connection to jersualem office etc etc....and an M&s till assistant of italian descent, being instructed by her boss - to hard-sell the christmas treats....."half-price!" etc etc and yes, she had boxes and boxes of them, all piled up in front of her, whilst at the till....she was most interested in hard-selling me the nougat in a pink box....she shook it up and down, in front of me....and whilst watching her do it...i noted a woman in the fast till queue, behind her...the woman had a dark short-sleeved uniform top, on....with CADBURY'S embroidered in white, upon the sleeve...and so i suggested that she try her hard-sell on 'ms cadbury's'....politely of course....why not try selling your chocs to her?...a very silly comment to make, i know - but i was picking up on 'something' - and so just fishing for clues....anyway, the M&S assistant replied that she had seen the 'ms cadbury' from somewhere before....she was a pavilions employee....

....anyway, this is what i was to finally remember....having witnessed the whole 'christmas treats' number, being played out in M&S on friday morning...but firstly, i will have to backtrack to thursday morning, in sainsbury's...where an elderly gent was to ask me to look for a chilli-con-carne dish, on the shelves because he hadn't got used to his 'new glasses'....he was then to tell me that it was a particularly delicious meal and that he didn't put the dish into the microwave...instead, he put it into the oven...oh and the rice needed two tablespoons of water, added...i found a chilli con carne dish for him and then told him about that M&S chilli con carne pot, which was exceptionally good, imho....(black and white rice with a 'tang'....quite a bit of lemon in it or perhaps lime juice - which will be important, bear with me upon 'this one' because the man was old school MI5)...

....next up...i was to remember the following....losey's kitchen in jakarta...losey and his steward had brought back a restaurant meal....i was to taste the sri Lankan sambar which was pretty disgusting....and so added quite a bit of water, lemon juice and salt...to unexpectedly create a really delicious soup...the steward was then to tell the chef-at-the-restaurant, the new recipe and he then added it to his a la carte menu....anyway, obama was to make a surprise visit...to losey's kitchen...he was to taste the soup....and tell me to remember the following..."the sam-bai...i am the sam-bai"...bai means 'white' in chinese....uncle sam at the whitehouse...

obama was also to tell me to remember the 'nougat'....nu-gare...'mr pink' as in the steward....see previous notes upon petrol nell and her 'station' programming along with the 'fat controller'...oh and he was also to tell me to remember the 'tendons' (ten-dons?)...the injections...the veins...but the new railway station, was most important of all....go figure.

see previous notes upon the sri lankan sambar, that i was to buy from sainsbury's - thursday morning....on the shelves by the chilli con carne...i was to choose two of those bol pots, under the watchful eye...of 'mr oldschool MI5' and yes, having got it home...i had to add water, lemon juice and salt, in order to make it edible.......go figure.

....'ms financial manager' of chinese descent - see previous notes... was to love that soup, at that posh jakartan restaurant...she was to tell the chef that at last, he had made something decent...and yes, the chef had been told to make very 'health-conscious' concoctions by the 'top brass' of the US navy, who frequented that restaurant...but sometimes, of course...it can end up tasting pretty dreadful...oh and losey was after her...as chinese intelligence had known...he had a talent for spotting 'red pandas' and jumping on them, i suppose....see previous notes upon chinese antagonism to the japanese, regarding WWII and no apologies issued...go figure.

...and upon the note of 'red pandas'...i was to have a look at my M&S receipt from friday morning...to note that the french lowfat 'salad dressing' had been coded in as: 00154307 RED FAT FRENCH....in pictures....i 'get' the fat and french reference but why the red?....go figure.

...and what else?....well, now we come full circle...and yes, that 'new seekers' song, was to come up again...regarding red-faced 'zebedee' etc etc...with a certain incident that had happened upon new street station....whilst i was an art student, studying at BOURNVILLE art college, the year before i started at dartington college and so that would be circa 1984/5.....and so yes, that CADBURY'S number, on friday morning, had been 'all part of the package' let us say....

remember that CADBURY'S factory, right by bournville art college?...the one that we used to walk through...a quick route to the college, from bournville railway station...let me continue, my class had been given a project...to go out into b'ham and take photos...a study of an organisation/company/institution...and i had chosen new street railway station...rimington had told me "he'll be on that train...either that or the one after..." - a blip on the radar, as far as i know...MI5 didn't have cctv in that station....and they didn't know what 'he' looked like....a certain 'mr pink'...but they knew that he would be on one of the commuter trains coming into new street station, that morning...and so i was to seat myself - on the floor, by the wall...upon the other side of the hall, to the ticket barrier...and as the commuters all charged through the gates....i kept on snapping...of course, nobody noticed....far too busy...and of course, what i was doing was entirely innocent...i was an art student, for heavens sake and looked the part...with my old SLR camera...black and white film....until 'mr pink' spotted that i had taken his photo...he came over in an agitated state...asked me what i was doing....then disappeared quickly...the station guard then asked me to come in for questioning...not exactly an arrest but they were to make it out, to be...that i had been committing some sort of 'terrorist' crime....and so i sat in an empty office, for quite a while...until MI5 turned up....told the station guard that i had been working for them....they were then to request the reel of agfa black and white film, that had been taken out of my camera....took it and left...i was then free to go....and so i did...wondering what on earth had been going on....go figure.

....and so to cut a long story short...what was to happen in M&S upon friday morning...was a culmination of quite a few threads...rimington had been after another 'mr pink'....and as far as i know...this is all about F.O. lists....who had been put upon which 'train network'....and they had wanted to find a 'mr nu-gare'....who might well have been the man-behind-me-in-that-till-queue...of course, nowadays...there is CCTV everywhere...and so it shouldn't be hard to sort it all out...

additionally, i was to go and have a look at the 'christmas treats' display by the flowers, in M&S...and that 'hazelnut' number, was to remind me of the shop steward 'in an alternate dimension' let us say...as obama had known...that steward hadn't exactly been a 'mr pink'...more of a 'mr hazelnut'....and if you go by the image of the 'treat' upon the packaging...rather than the colour of the box....then the man-behind-me had been projecting 'nu-gare'...and the steward...let me try to remember...of course, he had programmed himself in as a 'hazelnut'....go figure.

....and there's more...and it gets worse....that steward had begun a certain cannibal practice, upon losey's ship...regarding prostitutes taken on board...he was to tell losey..."do you know how much a pig costs?"....apparently he could cut costs upon food supplies etc etc....go figure. Oh and MI5 might like to cross-check with prescott upon 'that one'...regarding how badly prostitutes were treated in the UK navy....because prescott was to break down and cry, about it....the poor girl...locked into a windowless room....used by the entire crew - until she died....prescott was to say that he hadn't...with her...he used to go in for emotional support...the only woman-on-the-ship...he used to weep on her shoulder, sometimes....whilst knowing that her plight was far worse than his....oh and he could never talk about any of it...nobody could....or they would be killed...go figure.

one final note upon that steward...his role, was rather like that of mark r at green tower....the master of mind control and drugging...he controlled from behind...the whole outfit...every crew member was frightened of him....he controlled the medical supplies/first aid...oh and he also controlled the food/drink supplies....put that together with drugging and what do you get?