The Visit the Albanian Mafiya May or May Not Have Made
I will remember this weekend, now in its last few minutes of existence, for the following reasons.
• The terror caused by visit the Albanian Mafiya may or may not have made to my Nanna.
• The sheer delight of unexpectedly coming across the Earl's Court TARDIS (OK, more accurately a police box).
• Discovering Surreal Girl has the knack for understanding Ikea instructions, which for the first time in my life ensured assembling flat-pack furniture was a non nightmarish task.
It has been an exceptionally ragged, restless couple of days. I just hope that the tiredness I feel will cut through the stress and let me have a few hours oblivious sleep.
• The terror caused by visit the Albanian Mafiya may or may not have made to my Nanna.
• The sheer delight of unexpectedly coming across the Earl's Court TARDIS (OK, more accurately a police box).
• Discovering Surreal Girl has the knack for understanding Ikea instructions, which for the first time in my life ensured assembling flat-pack furniture was a non nightmarish task.
It has been an exceptionally ragged, restless couple of days. I just hope that the tiredness I feel will cut through the stress and let me have a few hours oblivious sleep.
Labels: Albanian Mafiya, Earl's Court TARDIS, Furniture
posted by David at 11:16 PM
10 Comments:
is there a chance perhaps that maybe the information you give out on your blog maybe too much exposure for your wellbeing with underworld fanctions. I mean if someone wanted to really sort you out or scare you would they just have to read the details like your grandfathers obituary and take it from there. Or work out your london location to a 10 mile radius just from naming various restaurants and pubs you mention?
Yes, almost certainly there is personal information on this blog that makes it easier for people to track me down in the ‘real world’ if they wanted to. However, given that there is a wealth of information available on open, public sources which I have no control over that do an even better job of exposing me to risk, it makes allowing fear to edit English Dreaming, English Rain not only abhorrent, but somewhat ridiculous.
Every day seems to bring new constraints on what it is safe to write about – either at a political or personal security level. Yet if I allow myself to be governed by dread in what I choose to publish, then I have lost something as precious as my own physical safety.
It seems all that I can do is carrying on writing, trying not to make the job of finding me too easy, but without reducing the blog to an anodyne outpouring not reflecting the truth of my life. It is an unfortunate fact that any professional locator of people or determined crazy can always find you – no matter who you are. (Just ask Stephen King). Even if I had some degree of wealth at my disposal, it would only buy me a better degree of harm filtering.
I could crawl into the shadows, but right now I do not want to give up on the lux, so I have a basic security regime and place my trust in Lord C.
You are so right not to give up that luxuary. Lord C will surely look after you.
Maferefún gbogbo orisha
We should all be able to write what we like without fear. That's easy for me to say, me who remains anon... I hope.
I try to limit any info I put in my blog that could be used to find me I do realise your situation is totally different. But it can be scary what you do see people put innocently on their blogs that could give any nutter their location and that's not even taking into consideration the gov and our beloved leader, not that he is a nutter and what they know.
In fact could it be dangerous just visiting here?? I'm offski ;0)
Mafia?? Wooo.. Scary.
But yes, don't dare give your personal freedom up for the sake of fear. 'Nothing to fear but fear itself' or something like that. (Easy for me to say, it wasn't my gran. But there are a lot of people who hate Adi Da with a passion, I hear from them occasionally. I doubt there's a fatwa out on me though).
So what happened? You've got my email, if you want to share it..
Sounds like an eyebrow-raising if not interesting weekend. Let us know the resultd of some of these things tho, like your gran and what the hell is a police box?
It is a bit hard to say exactly what happened. My Nanna is 97 and could be confused or suffering from a urine infection. However, neighbours did see ‘two strange men’ in the block of flats at the time she thinks the incident happened and she does claim two men visited her.
Whether ‘someone with a name like Georgey who was from Albania and a man who said he was Polish but not Jewish’ did call round to tell her my ‘days on earth are numbered’ or not is in somewhat of a grey, Schrödinger area.
The only thing that is certain she was so terrified because she believes the visit actually happened that despite the fact for the last six weeks she has not been able to get out of bed unaided, the next day she got out of bed, dressed herself and managed to leave her flat, waiting outside and demanding the Social Services ‘take her away to somewhere safe’.
For GC: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Police_box
Oh!!! That's awful.
Yes, I believe these things do happen, after an interesting conversation with my VERY ordinary and Christian boss, who told me he had a visit from the classical 'men in black' in a hotel room a few years back whilst on a business trip, even inlcuding some weirder details that only freaks like us would know about such visits.. And God knows why he told ME about it..
Life is stranger than fiction, as only people like us will ever know.
I DO hope your poor Nanna's feeling a bit less freaked out by now. YOu, too, come to that.
scary.
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