....and what's new upon my youtube frontpage, dazzlenation?...ah, i remember this footage...along with ingabot saying that 'it' had definitely been at eastnor garden house....although 'what', as yet - i can't remember....lol and yes, it must be important, seeing as it is on the timer system etc etc....anyway, pat andrew had figured that it must be the main entrance from tranquil vale....whereas ingabot had been sure that whatever-it-was lay behind the blackened doors of the er...something that mrs fishwick could remember...."oh, yes - that's where they used to..."and then she trailed off in horror....unable to say exactly 'what'....something 'nesty in the woodshed' or rather....'studio'?...at any rate, we're going back some years now - seeing as she had also been involved in the 'investigation'....oh and i can remember the wyss not liking to take the pushchair down there...she preferred to cross-over beforehand and walk by the church before crossing to the shops....something 'nasty' had happened on the pavement of tranquil vale, if only i could remember 'what'...in relation to 'nasty people'......go figure:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2jl1smGoEA
er...is 'that' the studio?
and what's 'that' - dazzlenation?...seeing as you've obviously remembered 'something' about it all:
at any rate, something pretty nasty, happened there, right?....and so i'm guessing but anyway - a satellite reference....and a drug which does something horrible to your brain?....."a near death experience" replies BI online...oh well, we'd all been put through loads of those...the question is - what method had the programmers used in that particular instance....regarding OBEs/NDEs.....go figure:
anyway, i'm wondering if the following might be a clue...a mirror replaced by a blank screen?
....and finally, i can remember now....the above clue had been put in by malcolm-the-mathematician.....oh and in relation to that st paul's jigsaw and yes, this looks like i'm going off on a tangent now but it is all connected...anyway, far too 'fiddly' for him, mcgowan et al...mcgowan was to say that his fingers were far too big...and regarding another team - that had numbered tanya, moore 'n' whalley...a team that had been unable to do much of it in the time allowed...only tanya had fared well but got to the bit where "i need glue" as in one of the sticky back pieces was no longer sticky (one of the columns) and then gave up, as far as i know...to then be handed the 'keys to london' or something like that, by the masons for having got that far etc etc....anyway, one person from malcolm's team had offered to do it before macolm "i'll just give it to her, then" as in myself via oscar....and that person had been...er...remember the german couple on that flatford mill walk?....lol...in short, thank goodness for the germans....and that is where i cut from that story to another....because i had gained 'sanctuary' at their erstwhile flat in a house upon crooms hill, blackheath....to then be taken to hospital for a head injury...having a splitting headache after etc etc...a scan was taken and i was told that my brain was certainly shaken up but luckily no fracture to the back of my skull....i was then given painkillers....and so what had happened?...well, i need to cut this short and so in brief, gill had taken me to eastnor house where israeli intelligence and 'crappy' were holed up...along with rodway's 'harry' who had a desk in the upper room next to crappy's....gill had wondered why they wanted to see me, instead of having finished me off, long ago....was there a better way of getting in there, i wonder - in retrospect....probably not...i was out in the cold...i could use pentagon services but nobody was helping me at all....not a thing...no back-up, no nothing.....and what had it really been all about?...remember dr tony smith and that 'downed' french 'neuf/nerve satellite' at broughton hall?...the entire fandango had been covered up by younger 'n' moore - who had logged it a 'success' instead of 'failure' upon the system...as they tend to do - even dr tony smith was to exclaim "i'll be dead by then, probably" before it all comes out and he was, he was etc etc....seeing as it was tomlinson's so-called 'maths' that had been behind etc etc...they were covering up for him, as well as what dr tony smith had been up to i.e. trying to take control of it - then failing to then crash it.....anyway, we can say that 'crappy' i.e. rear-admiral brian losey had been working for french intelligence....BI had always suspected as much...the french 'co-kane-toad' etc etc....the fact that the israelis were also there...points to only one thing, perhaps...what shana had thought all along...french joos etc etc.....oh and it had been tony blair - an MI6 officer before his parliamentary career, who had found out about that satellite first and alerted mcdonald's CIA team to the whole thing etc etc....a terrifying prospect....a vision of things to come...human beings controlled via satellite and by their own nervous systems etc etc.....anyway, what else is there to say but losey had knocked me out....or so he had thought, in his equipment room next to harry's - upstairs....whilst pretending to be unconscious....i was to hear him tell the israelis that he had injected me with a muscle relaxant and that when i woke up, he would get the truth out of me...he then left the room....i immediately jammed my jumper under the door and went to work on his computer....in short, the aftermath was a bit like what had happened at the shard....before the muscle relaxant kicked in and i fell forwards....saw the edge of the desk coming up to hit my left eye and managed to jerk my head backwards before i hit the ground....i cannot remember how long i was 'out' but having regained consciousness...well, you know - it was a like that shard horrorshow aftermath....inert bodies around....anyway, i had a splitting headache....i walked out of the house...to realise that rodway and kate golby were heading across the heath....more to the point...there was music on in harry's room.....he had not been affected....see previous notes upon if you are close enough to the equipment, the radar doesn't pick you up etc etc....i then had to do a bit more on losey's equipment, in order to secure my escape....remember 'portmanteau' - mcdonald?....it was a way of getting rodway off of my back because she was being directly controlled from israel, at the time and so having no direct authority over her - i had to find another way to auto-suggest, at a lower level etc etc.....i then ordered a taxi...the pentagon would have taken too long - 1/2 hour's wait and i had to exit the area fast....to be met with a pentagon car at new cross...i was then driven to the german couple's residence....and what else?....well, in retrospect - rodway hadn't been purely psychopathic in her shooting of harry.....he would have been blamed for the lot, i suppose...."carried the can" replies BI online.....additionally, mrs fishwick could remember dr tony smith frequenting that 'studio' round the back, in the 60s.....roll on the decades....what's the betting that is where he had found out about that 'neuf/nerve satellite' in the first place?....oh and the water hydrant biznez...well, that had been all about the little 'andrew marr'/michael richardson....who had barked like a dog, as dr tony smith set off an ancient looking water hydrant upon the corner of that road....he had thought that it was dysfunctional and had been teaching us children in principle, how it was supposed to work....but it hadn't been, hadn't it?.....lol......scared little mcgowan to death....oh and the police turned up to tell smith not to worry...they wouldn't book him for vandalism etc etc...."mcgowan peed himself"....go figure:
and you've got a bit more to add - dazzlenation?...er....so what had been going on in the 'studio', then?...anyway, is this a joke about pissing on a hydrant gushing water?....or a little bit more serious....seeing as in the 60s...it had been more of a rather long...extended shed rather than the building you see today......had somebody set fire to it, at some point...was that what ingabot could remember....why she had been certain that was where it was at etc etc...or had some sort of prototype satellite crashed into it....more laughter....oh and then there's pat's love-of-the-french-connection-biznez, whilst at acorn villages ltd....remember how she had put us both in as a bit like 'french detectives' i.e. 'the twins'...bowler-hatted - tintin books....in that 'thumbprint' communal painting...additionally, she had put in a dog-on-a-lead...what had she been thinking of etc etc.....oh and i had been told by the wife of the german couple to talk about how i had had no help whatsoever, from US intelligence - i had simply used what i had already learned - 'to-do-what-one-had-to-do' on a desk, in order to get that 'escape venue'....she had been worried that her husband might not 'understand' for whatever reasons but anyway, i can clearly remember her - despite that blinding headache - her telling me, (rather like shana - in retrospect) to just tell it, as it is etc etc at their address in crooms hill...which in retrospect, if i had known that address - i would have caught a taxi straight there - rather than had to go 'just-outside-of-the-area' in order to get that pentagon car - which had driven me right back into the area but to a 'safe place'...to an address i had not known before etc etc...in short, brenda and emet had left me in the lurch....therefore one can assume that they could not known what i 'did next'....lol...in order to get the pentagon car, i had remembered a password that emet used to use....and used it in order to facilitate the whole pentagon car number...to then be delivered, 'half-dead' to the german couple's address...
.....and i might add another last thing and that is because it sounds somewhat relevant - a word of advice to the german couple moving away from their friends to make new friends back in germany....recently, i was reminded of a transmission from nigel to gill....about how he could no longer trust his old friends.....along the lines of so-called old friends are nothing - they always have a grudge to bear and they want to get even...nigel had preferred making new friends, wherever he went and his 'aristocratic inheritance' had allowed him to do 'just that'...so much for raking up 'old friends' upon that now defunct site 'friends reunited', eh?...and yet, now - i am really beginning to see his point and why I have never ever tried to do that....lol...new friends not old...however, long you live....you change over the years/decades through experience and it is never too late to make new friends...and you might be surprised by their vision - their acceptance of what you've been through, despite them never having been through it themselves...remember 'hanni gloor' at artos....making new friends - engaged in all of life around her...old age, for you - eh?...anyway, nigel's idea had been 'new friends' at every stage of your life - including your last 'decade stage' and that is because the mainstay so-called friends that you've been with, had been and are so terrible - it really isn't worth it.....hmmm...shades of my own life but not upon a moneyed aristocratic scale whereby you can just travel and make new friends, impressed by your money etc etc....go figure:
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