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.