...oh i see - dazzlenation....in a rather alternate dimension - you'd wanted a reminder of 'the eaten heart' along with something else attached....hmmm and in relation to something else, that was to come up, again - let me now backtrack to the late 70s.....remember olton friary' st bernards road, solihull...and that odd encounter with what deb mcd was to call a spanish 'ghostly' monk...oh and later on - having heard a strange tale from a couple of english monks, out for a walk around the garden behind the cemetery....the garden and tennis court are long since gone, the last time i looked..."a bit of a jungle" replies BI online - unless somebody has cleared it up by now....i digress - they were wearing a different type and colour of 'habit'....anyway, the only spanish monk, that they knew about...was one who had apparently committed suicide, by jumping out of the tower....late 1800s.....oh and when i told them that the abbot had given us permission to play tennis upon the court behind the monastery etc etc..."what abbot?" etc etc...and well, i had previously knocked on the door, asked for who was in charge....to then have a chat with the abbot...and yes, he had been known as that, at the time...i had initially gone up there with sue walker, to help her muck out a couple of old horses, that used to wander around the paddock - as that stretch of 'wilderness' further on, used to be called...hmmm....remember how the taschmanns had taken over that monastery....because the two monks - who had questioned our right to play uponn the court, had looked rather like 'sly dogs'...exchanging glances etc etc...hmmm....something 'fishy' going on here...oh i 'get' it now - they had been run by rimington - who used to use that court for 'death in the tennis court' programming....lol....go figure:
Olton Friary Church | Diary
and 'cherry ripe' is now coming up as part of the latest clump...a 'jingle' that red jester might remember....as it had been sung by the twins, before entering etc etc:
oh and remember that football terraces chant...."where are you going to?...straight to the nick, my son" etc etc....go figure:
"a couple of child murderers" replies BI online....hmmm....they were the two, who had chased me upon liverpool station - weren't they?...after i had begun to run - having been hit by a beam...because sylvia had made me stand in the centre of the main station, to then make an excuse to disappear for a while...i then began to run for the train....to hear two men coming after me....and it was one of those odd moments....lol...when you realise, in a flash...that you are not the one who should be running, let us say...i then turned around, in a rage - began to head towards them...and boy did they turn tail and make a run for it....lol........see previous notes upon 'all of that':
oh and had you wanted a reminder of 'guam' etc etc with your island base number?
additionally, what about the big boxing crocodile....oh no - moore had once said "i can do that!"...cherry gloves, is that the idea?...hmmm....along with rodway saying of kate golby...that she'd hung up her knickers rather than her red boxing gloves - late 90s...additionally, if we are on all things australian - well the BBC had an article up, yesterday - about a new series called 'the queen of oz'....go figure:
with a sidelong glance at OX computer commands:
oh i remember now...moore was going to hold his 're-fresh-er' courses at the following venue...hmmm...with a sidelong glance at his 'monkish' brotherhood...frere-SH-ER...hmmm...something to do with RH 'humpty's first girlfriend at oxford...that iranian jooish princess, let us say....anyway, would i be wrong in thinking that this is something around prince andrew's estranged wife?
off on a tangent now - dazzlenation....because there is something else that is coming up as part of the same clump - dazzlenation....remember that prep. cert. in EFL at aston university?...well, my year had arranged for our last 'get-together' at a certain 'country club' in b'ham....carey was to tell me that she wasn't going and so to get a lift with ruth...ruth, who had had serbian roots...oh and she had also managed to get a teaching post at the brasshouse, which had impressed everybody no end (remember that very strange woman, who ran it?)....and as far as i know - having reviewed the whole thing, with hindsight - had a connection to putin's people - aka the KGB.....and used to run a desk, for them....now, she had known that i was good at maths, and so she was to ask me to help with her work...i then took a walk outside, in the countryside because she hadn't wanted me to watch her work...passwords etc etc...i suppose.....to then see a car pull up...moore got out...i then heard a loud shouting match.....and the upshot of it was ruth screaming "WHY?!" to moore's reply "BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT USEFUL ANYMORE!"...and yes, i was hiding in the undergrowth, by that point in time....and yes, i had recognised him....anyway, i then found ruth dead on the floor....to then go and hide outside again....because A) i wasn't suppose to be there....and B) he might well have killed me too....and C) i knew him well enough to know that he would forget something and come back....and so having watched him speed off....i then heard him driving back, about 10 minutes later.....and yes, he had forgotten something/left something behind - at the scene of the crime....go figure.
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