English Dreaming, English Rain in a Parallel Dimension
‘Three, two, one … You are back in the room.’
I am sorry for the break in transmission. Life has been and continues to be, somewhat problematic. However, from now on I promise to try to post blog entries a lot more regularly, regardless of whatever is happening in the surreal soap opera of my life.
If I had been posting during the last couple of weeks no doubt English Dreaming, English Rain would have covered why Dame Elizabeth Butler-Sloss (or Dame BS as many parapoliticis researchers call her) really quit the Diana and Dodi inquest. It would probably also have reported of some inside knowledge concerning the Cash for Peerages conspiracy passed to me by a good source in the Metropolitan Police. In terms of not causing extra grief for myself, it may not be such a bad thing those two possible posts did not make it into black, white and red.
Readers of English Dreaming, English Rain in a parallel dimension where I continued posting would have also been treated to seemingly endless angst about my Nanna, the wait for my biopsy results and my problems with publishers. On the upside they would have read about the importance of chips eaten on the beach at Leigh-on-Sea and the joy of walking history in Maida Vale. They would have also suffered an entry about me getting broody.
Anyway, I am back in the blogosphere. My return might be considered good timing given the Operation Crevice trial ended today. In theory this means I should be free from some of the legal restrictions that have prevented me talking about COBRA, the Security Service briefings I was involved with and a certain infamous Sunday Times cover story mentioning MI5 and me. However, I should probably save my powder for another day. Not too surprisingly, I am actually trying to keep out of any further trouble at the moment.
I am sorry for the break in transmission. Life has been and continues to be, somewhat problematic. However, from now on I promise to try to post blog entries a lot more regularly, regardless of whatever is happening in the surreal soap opera of my life.
If I had been posting during the last couple of weeks no doubt English Dreaming, English Rain would have covered why Dame Elizabeth Butler-Sloss (or Dame BS as many parapoliticis researchers call her) really quit the Diana and Dodi inquest. It would probably also have reported of some inside knowledge concerning the Cash for Peerages conspiracy passed to me by a good source in the Metropolitan Police. In terms of not causing extra grief for myself, it may not be such a bad thing those two possible posts did not make it into black, white and red.
Readers of English Dreaming, English Rain in a parallel dimension where I continued posting would have also been treated to seemingly endless angst about my Nanna, the wait for my biopsy results and my problems with publishers. On the upside they would have read about the importance of chips eaten on the beach at Leigh-on-Sea and the joy of walking history in Maida Vale. They would have also suffered an entry about me getting broody.
Anyway, I am back in the blogosphere. My return might be considered good timing given the Operation Crevice trial ended today. In theory this means I should be free from some of the legal restrictions that have prevented me talking about COBRA, the Security Service briefings I was involved with and a certain infamous Sunday Times cover story mentioning MI5 and me. However, I should probably save my powder for another day. Not too surprisingly, I am actually trying to keep out of any further trouble at the moment.
Labels: COBRA, MI5, Operation Crevice, Princess Diana
posted by David at
12:59 AM
9 Comments:
Good to have you back, old friend.
I am, as ever, desperately sorry that so much shit continues to assail you :/ It does sound like the last couple of weeks have been interesting, at least...
Finally, as a nod to Old Bob, I'll just say "Hooray, hooray, it's the first of May, outdoor fucking starts today!"
here is a synchronicity that you and Bob would chuckle over. As your comment came in I was in the process of emailing someone for permission to use a picture of RAW standing outside a London apartment with the No. 23 clearly visible.
Having no idea what the items you mention are about, i still found your blog a bit of an interesting tease.
I was just about to email you as to your whereabouts. Glad to see you've resurfaced.
Drama sucks. Hope your nan is doing better. I'm dealing with COBRA over here but i doubt it has anything to do with yours.
p.s. Trip to London is off.
At least you've been busy. But I'm glad you're back. I believe crickets were beginning to make a nest in the lower right hand corner.
I hope things start to look up as it gets tiresome to continually be looking down.
Cheers, David, glad you're back. You've touched on a couple subjects that have tickled the inquisitive mind for a long time.
Sounds as though you have a good mix going on now--some aspects lighter, some heavy. ;) Ah well, it's not always bubbles and butterflies, but it's life as (we) know it. Don't worry, we can take it! Let us ease your burden.
PVs for your Nanna. Any resolution in sight for her?
:-) Glad you're back posting again. It does ease things, I've found, to let them out in whatever a cryptic, or not, way you feel you can. Been going through a strange week myself, and haven't entirely written it up in it's fullness, so I can appreciate the nature of your own post. Staying out of trouble is good.
Yes, poor Nanna, they're so heartbreaking, aren't they? It's so sweet to read how much you love her. That's doing her more good than we ever imagine. I hope you get to see the good your love is doing her. I've been gifted with the sight of that with some people in my own life lately, and it's remarkable.
Thank you all for you kind words and kinder thoughts.
Glad to see your back in action D, Some of your omitted posts would have made wonderful reading Im sure
I'm happy you are back!
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