Dreams

I was first asked to talk about dreams just over a week ago, so I set to amongst the workload in finding out about dreams, "little did I know that" (Stranger Than Fiction, 2006) the whole week was going to be one full swing of a dream gone from good to bad and back.

Dreams are frequently forgotten, many people do not even remember having them. I for one don't dream, I only have nightmares. This is somewhat handy for keeping the nights short. Alas, dreaming gives the subconscious time to unravel itself whilst your concious and your body gets some time to re-cooperate from the previous day. Sleep by nature is a necessary part of life. However, once you are asleep many changes happen.

Dreams can be taken in many forms. Literal dreams of when were sleeping as said, dreams of what we would like to do e.g. as in "That would be a dream come true". This phrase comes close to the next form: a wish.

Dreams mean different things, these are all dependent on colours, the environment your in, what's going on in your dream and what you can see. Some believe it can help provide a que for what your subconscious thinks you should be doing in life. They can almost be useful for getting to know yourself more. There is a lot of information out in the wide world to help you understand your dreams.

So may I say make sure you have a good nights sleep, and dream away.

Look at this Place!

An economy crumbling, an environment that politicians say they care about but they always backout at the last moment infuriating the environmentally friendly community.

They say society is hierachial, is it so hierachial no one cares anymore?
If you do care, do you find everyone around you doesn't care?
Reasons to just crawl into a small box and forget the outside world exists.
Especially when no one appears to pay attention.

It starts to make things sound like George Orwell's Animal Farm, PIGS!
"All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others."

Here are two thoughts to go investigate:

When doing nothing is an option: by Clive James
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/8395780.stm

Thinking Allowed, or should that be Thinking Aloud?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qy05

Who or what is driving this place in to such a devoid and horrible meaningless place?
Hope after all is a bad thing, or is it? Go see The Shawshank Redemption

Pink Floyd: One Of My Turns

"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?
[Film in background: "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!]
"This place is bigger than our apartment!
[Film: "Let me know when you're entering a room"
"Yes sir!"]
"erm, Can I get a drink of water?
[Film: "I was wondering about ..."]
"You want some, huh?"
[Film: "Yes"]
"Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take a baaaath?"
[Film: "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ..."]
"What are watching?"
[Film: "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft" "Mrs Bancroft ..."]
"Hello?"
[Film: "I don't understand ..."]
"Are you feeling okay?..."

Thoughts are misleading

I'm struggling to decipher what is meant by 'the world. Wherever I look I see so many different facts of life, and yet everyone seems to be searching for one thing to have in common. Is everyone at a loss?

I recently was told that I should accept depression exists. However, I have found that now I accept it exists I can't be happy. If I can't be happy who will be happy with me? In a recent experiment carried out (cannot remember who did it, sorry, search the news and radio 4 programmes) they found people belonged to lonely circles. This suggests that if you feel lonely, your loneliness is passed on to the people you live and work with. Although, work has special criteria of its own. This basically means that what you feel your closest of friends and family also feel.

I can even relate this to geography. In Human Geography there is a theory of Nearest Neighbour Index, in which people will only travel so far for shopping. Which is all dependent on the type of thing your shopping for, but anyway...

If you go around with a happy face on then you see happy people, if you feel lonely your loneliness spreads amongst the people you see. Many people say we are losing touch with our neighbours, maybe its time we actually stopped for a minute and sat down for a drink with them...we are all human, unfortunately not every person is nice, which is why lots of people hide or ignore what's going on. We are too scared to stand out from the crowd and make a mark.

What's worse, if you do stand out from the crowd, you are instantly put in the spot light and given a certain reputation. You become the odd one out, the socially inept..is this all because we have tried to hard?

There is no winning with keeping everyone happy. How many people do you ask in your day "How are you?" How many don't reply and avoid the topic altogether like you were not there? How many people just say yes there fine and inside they're screaming for some care and attention? Are we all just fake, are we all just no longer caring about other people?

We can't explain all our feelings all the time: 1. psychiatrists would be out of a job, 2. everyone would moan all the time, plus moaning makes others not want to talk to you. But then who are the people who stand tall look like there leading the way and then at the end of the day, collapse into misery because they feel they haven't done enough. Meanwhile others look more and more at you like your insane or can't hold your life together if you do moan. It's like a CV. You must please everyone just right to keep going. Why should this be the case? Is it just politeness?

All that is required is for one person just to make the day seem better. But that can be harder said than done. The potential is there to hurt more than heal and finding the balance is tough.

This I find this all hypocritical, because at the end of the day, everyone needs something to make them feel part of the community. If you're left out or feel forgotten, you end up being left out and forgotten- and this is apparently the policy these days.

Everyone is individual, take them for who they are don't make them feel like the odd one out because of who they are. Accept them for who they are. Humans are bad with labelling. Politeness maybe a key thing, but are we all just in the doldrums or are we all having a happy time.

I keep happy by working with people and enjoying the good times with them, however I know these times seem to be getting slimmer, especially when we have to move away from our core groups. So lets smile, and revitalise ourselves and make a new better place. Alas, I've done this and all too frequently knocked back, I bounce on the outside, but on the inside there is nothing left. Just the shell of a human being. Being criticised about everything from family, friends and work colleagues about how you do things ultimately leaves a human being stripped of their soul. How am I supposed to behave if everyday I'm told to change and it never is better.

The Gestalt Prayer - Fritz Pearls 1893-1970.
I do my thing,
and you do your thing.
I am not in this world
to live up to your expectations.
And you are you not in this world
to live up to mine.

You are you and I and I
and if by chance
we find each other, it's beautiful,
If not, it can't be helped.

----
I have pointed to this CD before recently but it will help sooth the mind, check the translations if you don't read Latin, Welsh or Japanese.
Karl Jenkins - Requiem.

A New Story is Coming soon...

Summary

From meeting a true 80s man in a night club, to having a drink with four career hitmen. One man tries to hold his life together and duels against sins he never thought could happen, let alone again. Being reinitiated into a darkened secret society it's one thing knowing the enemy and staying out on the edge just that little longer, its another when you come face to face with them.

Trying to define the line between reality...what is fact and fiction in this game is too hard to distinguish... but one rule applies, never look back. History will catch you in the act. If not, they will.

Listen and you may be outstounded

In finding out about the George Smiley Serial that has been running on Radio 4 over the year, the level of detail and authenticity appears to be quite realistic. This could be very much because as listeners, all we are doing is listening. Our mind has to visualise the whole scene. For those who can remember that far back into the late 1950s to the 1970s, the atmosphere must be even more vivid. For those that find they were only born after this serial’s time frame, the completely different interpretation must exist.

Finding that the imagination enforces the time period on historical facts known, the only way the younger generation are going to be the closest to the realism is by either experiencing the past in some format or having very accounts of what went on. For many people to imagine the past will be based on what they have been shown and seen, much of which will be through fictional TV programs and books. Thus the realism will be very different for those who have experienced the past, those who know accurate accounts of the past and those who know very little about the past.

The George Smiley series has been very eventful, only being able to listen to the more recent ones, the urge to go back and get the earlier additions in the series is quite strong. However, how different are the radio adaptations to the books?

Many of these sorts of things are very interesting to listen to, and this solves the problem of having way too much to read, as listening can be done whilst doing something else. Now full enjoyment of listening to something must be done without interference really, and the level of detail provided within many of the book adaptations require more concentration sometimes. Hidden details are put in the background which the ear mistakes for just background and actually it is part of the keys story. For example, this is very much the case when the short collection of 'Weird Tales' were broadcast last year. Episode four, The Fly, adapted from the H.P. Lovecraft stories, was very influential in the background information used. The main characters mother forever watching the TV, which is in the background has the news on, the News reporter is telling a key fact to the story, but the News reporter is slightly obscured by what’s is actually going on in the room at the time.

Many a way of enjoying our world is almost forgotten through lack of concentration on the fact we believe we are listening to, but instead all we are doing is hearing, as the old phrase suggests: We may be hearing but we are not listening.

For those who are musicians, the ear is trained to pick up on the slightest of details, now whilst the public who are keen music listeners may notice many factors within music, musicians should in theory be picking up on a wider aspect, not just the music is getting louder or the brass section is coming back in, but the musician should be noticing what parts are putting in the different levels of effort, knowing which sections of the orchestra or band is playing the higher pitched parts or the underlying notes which give the music a little extra edge. Naming the instruments, counting the speed, timing your own part, understanding how the conductor wants the music to be portrayed, what the story is within the music, which member of the orchestra is struggling and needs a little extra hand, and which one is playing the solo but trying to keep there nerve.

Lots of things go on around us that we do not know about. By listening and not just hearing, by seeing and not just looking our experience of the world would be very different. Trying to understand so many factors is very hard, and with the amount of stress that surrounds our everyday lives so frequently, no wonder things are missed. How does the human population manage to get from one day to the next without it all falling apart you might ask... well quite frankly we don’t. As a species we might appear highly organised and have brilliant methodologies and plans, but all too frequently they are written off and new ones are made off the cuff because something on the day changes the way your plan was meant to be. Therefore, the best are those who are able to adapt to the current situation one might argue, however, as a singular person, are they really able to gauge all the information required and act upon it.

In today’s world, time appears to be moving increasingly faster, however, I would like to ask many of you the question, is it not just moving slower and more people are doing the same task to get it done quicker? The PC is said to be a very important part of life these days, nearly everyone will need to use one during the day at some point, and many use them all day. PC’s are said to be getting better, faster and more user friendly, however, ask yourself this, is your PC just feeling like it is slower, and getting slower everyday? It’s as if the world is now moving too fast for your PC to get the tasks done that you are telling it. Maybe the PC is actually causing the world to slow down as we all drive to get things done quicker, the PC is the one thing holding everything up, PC’s can only go so fast. Humans can phone ahead and as a team, the human species can get things done much faster but having multiple people on the same task than when alone.

There are however many a problem with this too, because really when it comes down to it, who would really like to be enjoying themselves somewhere else away from work? The cultural issues and work ethics in today’s society seem so upside down. Boss demand stuff and underlings just get on like robots, has society lost its identity?

Its time we all paid a little more attention to our environment, to our neighbours and to our friends and family because really we are all alone trying to just get these little tasks done and struggling to time manage. We should all be coming together and working for a greater good, but exactly what is the greater good? Everybody’s view of this will be different. All I know is if we don’t do something to at least get everybody thinking in the same direction there will be nothing for the future. What has happened to this world?

So many factors involved:

Environmental issues
Economic issues
Crimes
Food Crisis
Religious issues
Health

Are any of these more important than the others? Answer, no. If we went back to the way we were 500 years ago, maybe we wouldn’t have half of these problems. We need to make them all work together. Everyone is a barbarian at the end of the day. The human race, the destroyer of worlds.

Wits End

Within a line of sight you can smell that something is wrong. The sixth sense is a wonderful tool to have. But when it has been ripped from your core and trained to be like a paranoid mastermind of all things around you. You soon begin to lose sight of reality, even if reality is what your attempting to clutch on to.

Wherever we go, there is never enough thought taken in, if I do A what will be the reaction by B. By watching by witnessing ever move, every sound, every thought, by understanding the physical and psychological aspects of human life you can soon tell a lot about people and begin to understand their personalities without actually having to ask many questions of them.

Therefore with your sixth sense, you may know some one is following you or someone has been watching you and you need to think about what to do to avoid this from carrying on.

When they knock on your door, and they know way too much information about you before you even say a word, they know your identity, name, DOB, addresses, financial aspects, education background, where you shop, what you like to shop for, your most interesting parts of life, your past and current welfare, hospital and doctors details, social activities, friends, hours you work and transport yourself between home and work...you soon begin to wonder what is left that they do not know and why have they knocked on your front- especially as they know everything else about you.

At this point in time, it's too late unless your lucky- but you must casually disappear, close up, move and become completely separate from the the norms of life. Where you fit in as the average person well that you have restarted your life. This unfortunately is easier said than done.

When your at wits end and life is slowly crumbling around you, when no one knows your world is crumbling and you are all alone, you soon find reasons to pull the plug and forget reality. In fact reality forgets you- it somewhat happens to workaholics too. They get so absorbed in what they are doing they can no longer function as a human being.

When you're at your wits end, no one realises until it's too late and all you hope for is someone to realise and just provide a little comfort when the world finally topples over and no more can be done to save your self from the destruction of outside forces. When you realise that what you have been doing for so many years stops making sense and is just the only reason to get up the next day (it's not much of a reason to get up) the time has come to attempt some sort of self fixing; alas little works.

It's time to restart, it's time to find a goals, it's a chance to make a fresh go of things.

There's just one thing, you always carry lots of baggage to the next place, however hard you try to remove your past, it has a habit of turning up right in front of a place you don't want it to. But then again, maybe it helps make the new world realise why your so dam isolating and not able to provide any information before the day you arrived in your new world.

Found your wits end yet? Welcome to the undeniable truth of reality, everybody us hiding something and no one dares say what it is. When it's finally found out your expected to answer all the questions.

So answer that door and let them in because they know everything about you already, and that's what you hate so much, your stuck with the past. And you can't make it go away.

The Hotel Music

"Sir can I help you?"
"Ooh yes, I like to check in please."
"Certainly, they're the automated check in machines, As long as you have your debit card you ordered the room on all will be fine."
"Thank you."

-
"Single or Double?"
"Double would be good", I can stretch out properly then, any chance of some food?
-

They were the two big no no's I made that evening, asking for a double bed when it was just me. Whilst I really wanted to stretch out and abuse the privilege's of the hotel, I lay this evening on my bed thinking about the past two and a half hours I'd had in the dinner room. The waitresses were absolutely excellent service- and service I wish I could be to them too. Unfortunately, I still lay here on my double bed wishing one of them to come up and knock on the door and leisurely stroll in and cuddle up to me tonight.

That's the worse thing about double bed's they make you lonely. There's no one for company except yourself and the TV, no wonder people get morosely drunk in the bar. The other option was to have an even worse night on a single bed, where I'd probably find my feet dangling out the far end and not get any sleep at all.

I lay pondering about all the things which had happened, it was not helped by music at all. Ah yes, that soothing music, which as the night went on started reminding me of things from the past. The music from the past started creeping into my head and I started playing musical jokes between what I could remember and what I was hearing.

Somethings should never be done, oh how I wish the waitress knew, she was cheeky and yet very proper about everything, young and feisty. The dark Albany red hair clipped back in a short bun with the rest flopping over into a pony tail. She kept passing me, we kept making eye contact and trying to to each other from doing it again and again. Such a tease all evening. She enjoyed it, I certainly did too, oh I wish she'd knock on the door.

But then the music changed and the atmosphere in the room changed I started hearing different patterns, music for the night, music for the people who had someone to cling on to. It really wasn't my scene to be. To me the music seemed to be ever more sad. I suppose when you have someone to hold on to it's pleasant, it keeps you in the mood.

I left and managed to chat to the waitress, she was adorable, unless she had a thing for being extra friendly to all customers she was certainly attempting to be a little more than the waitress this evening. I said good night to her and vanished to my room.

On my way up I could hear the music fading, all I could hear was my music collection stuck in my head. Swiftly changing from The Police "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" to "The Bed's Too Big Without You" as I opened the door and realised I had a lonely night ahead.

I laid on top of the bed for a while and decided to have a hot bath, and pray she would appear in the meantime- so that I could climb into a not so lonely bed afterwords. My mind was racing for some other music but all it would find was sad music. Except for U2 Mysterious Ways, I started dreaming of a good night with BodyRockers "I Like The Way You Move", oh god, that's utter cheese she'd run out the door instantly to that probably. Alright back to The Police "Spirits of The Material World"- no. Oh what then.

I found so much music so sad.
Vertical Horizon: Foot Prints In the Snow, not to be played when walking through the deepest snow fall in Britain's recent history before you get stuck.
Sting: Ten Summoner's Tale's, no that's not particular happy, particularly Shape of My Heart".
U2: "Tomorrow"? That's not too sad but then U2 did make those other tracks, "City Of Blinding Lights" and "Love Is Blindness". That will take your soul slowly.
Pink Floyd: seems alright most of the time but then The Division Bell Album, definitely sent to make you reflect on your past not just what they sing about. At least it ends happy with "High Hopes" although you spend your time rebuilding yourself after listening. Probably not a good idea to listen to "The Final Cut" Album particularly the track. Through darkened shadows, cold war melodic key's and worrying times. Have you seen the Video!? They just add to the trauma. Where do I start with The Wall, so much pain and anguish at different times.

Oh where is that waitress, I wish..."Paranoid Eyes"- oh no that wouldn't do.

The Korgis, would they do? Some if it's nice, but so much again, "Living On The Rocks" that would turn the atmosphere off like putting fire in water. I doubt I could play "Dumb Waiters" for her, "Young n' Russian" might give the wrong impression, oh eye "Sticky George" well if it must be...

I got out of the bath, dried myself, thinking of Robbie Williams, Many a happy tune in there, but again if your already sad it's a bit hard to warm up with: "Feel". Nothing particularly party to push you along, it's like good driving music is needed: Anastacia "Seasons Change", dance and potential push to make the heart happy again. You certainly wouldn't get much from Tears For Fears, what about Queen: a good mix, but have to be careful with the choice, no point going with "BreakThru" or "Under Pressure"...Tina Turner "Simply The Best", Moby "Lift Me Up" or "Bond"

I finished drying myself off got into bed, went to turn the light out and found a small card...was this what I'd been hoping for, had she come in and left a note...it was a message, hand written

"Turn the light out and wait for me"

so I did.

The night went very well indeed.

Porlock

Why this photo?

Have a study of the photography. How much quality does it represent?

Now think about why it has sat waiting at the bottom of this blog for so long...

This is a photo that you should try to connect with the fictional story that has been occurring.

Look at all the photos, what do they all mean? Where do they come from? What kind of things have I been attempting to get across to you?

As this fictional story comes to a close, I will move more towards a true representative side of life. This blog will move in the way it has over the last few months, odd articles, criticism's of what is out there, but with true evidence. No more attaching a web link to the news. Although the idea is to get you to use your imagination. That was the thing about Kirill, it was there to provoke your thoughts.

So with everything to with The Invisible Force, an unfriendly creature who appears and tells you they are watching you. With a grey scaled photo of a dead tree in Porlock, with the eyes of a CD Album from Pink Floyd- Pulse and The Division Bell. Hopefully you will have come to recognise that David has been in much of a struggle. The Guards have not been easy on him, the news reports and media are not much good, and are quite biased depending on what you read and watch. Hopefully, the demons that live will be expelled and "Eyes Only" will finally come up and start to show the truth.

Where do these quotes come from. How do they relate to David's situation?

"The Truth Will set you free"

Hint: from a film with Mel Gibson

"He's crazy but you are just plain evil"

Hint: TV series season 3 Criminal Intent

"Geronimo"

Hint: from a film with Mel Gibson

"If you don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding. How can you have any oudding if you don't eat your meat."

Hint: Pink Floyd lyrics


The virtues of what was once part of Dark Angel, are finally coming to light. Keep watching this space. A new future a new realisation of what has been going on will slowly be shown.

"Welcome to the Revolution"

Hint: Film with Steven Seagal.

"I believe in history"

And in the words of Alex Leamas, one of John Le Carre's characters:

"You're kidding, you, you're a communist..."

However, in this world capitalism and communism have no room left to play.
We will look beyond our ethical judgements scrutinise harder than aliens from Mars (War of the Worlds). This will go beyond "Question Time" and "Moral Maze".
Academics must stand tall and proud, the scientific revolution of the early 20th century has come round again. Environmentalism has gone from a small thing to a very powerful partner with political movements involved. But new ideas have slowed. It's time to readjust our thoughts and find new paths in what we have thought we have understood for the past 40 years or less. There is still much to learn. Society must work together.

It has a word:

Geography

P.s. My English will get much better from here on. It has been some what lacking so far.

The best till last

Dave had managed to spend a couple of days twisting the guards arms, John and Roger they're names were and he was now being accepted as a human being. Things were in progress. The guards had decided he could listen to Billy Connolly. This of course would lift anyone's mood since he was imprisoned and never allowed to leave his room.

"There are two seasons in Scotland June and Winter" Billy Connolly (WHSmith 2009-2010 diary quotes).

Soon the weather would be David's mind, and he would a be a free man.

He thought it was all to easy getting the guards to relax but a number of changes had been going on, the economy was making them nervous
http://uk.reuters.com/article/idUKLNE58S02F20090930
there was political unrest
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8282535.stm

so they allowed for a little bit of lee way in the hope that as guards they would not have to do the job too much longer and could let David out and he would be sent on his way to wherever they send them.

Soon it could only be soon... save the best till last David thought, he had an opportunity to exploit, escaping was all he had on his mind...

Media befuddled?

If it has to be said, it would have to be said here. In the journey that is taking one man a painstaking amount of time to escape from a prison that no one knows about; the poor David Bloothine may never get to escape.

It just so happens that, in a world where your health, safety and security are always being talked about these days. The Guards may never want him to leave in case he manages to raise a law suit against them. But for one mere fact...they will never be found, they will never be known. Having said this, eventually everybody will be found and everybody's secret past will catch up with them, even if it's 30 years down the line. Here are two particularly horrible crimes in recent memory from a long past:

Frizl Case
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fritzl_case

Bosnian War Crimes
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/876084.stm

It doesn't take much to exploit the information you have at one's finger tips these days. Anything can be said about someone, but evidence is always needed to provide the truth.

After all the truth will set you free.

I read the newspaper avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.

A neurin Bevan, 1897-1960, Welsh Labour politician and architect of the National Health Service. Taken from the quotes in the WHSmith personal DIary 2009-2010.

Alas, what do I leave your thoughts with
Associated Press provide a gaffe:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/8278859.stm

As always the government news agency. It always tells the truth after all

Black and White

Or is it in colour,

One of the problems that David had begun to realise during the month...Oh yes, indeed a month since his last capacity to get word out...was that the guards clothes were certainly dirtier, less frequently washed and most certainly looking older than usual. Maybe a down turn in the economy had been happening and finally it was taking its toll on the guard’s capacity, maybe a security issue had arisen which meant putting the secrets that no one wanted to find out completely underground thus making the guards think twice. Eventually David would have the upper hand, the guards would do as he said.

This world where David would be able to control the guards in David's mind meant non existent, 'black book' working. It was so underground the government may not even know what was going on. Something not even the most secretive of secret services would know about. The government would completely deny the existence of the mental home come prison. It was practically like this anyway. A world where the criminals get used and blamed for something they never ever did. However, the criminals are bought off; they work with the ‘good guys’ but the ‘good guys’ would appear to be bad these days.

So who has control now?
To David the news was conspiratorial as ever...
With a flick of the switch it would not take long to take control of society. With black outs an increasing issue in the future, gas lines unsecured across Europe which keep fossil fuel prices up, how long will it be before the fossil fuel runs out and the Eastern bloc re-asserts itself with the wealth of the ‘used’ fossil fuels? Is no one willing to take charge and make renewable energy and environmentally friendly methods the way forward? If the prices stay up, if the war never ends...maybe a deal between the NATO forces and the ‘Iraqi-Afghan forces enemy force’ has already taken place. Terrorism was just an economic ploy. After all whatever is on the news has to be believed, much of the media coverage is owned by the government.

This is no longer a cold or hot war, just an economic theatrical one with real lives at stake to make it all too real. A storm is brewing, everybody wants their version of a free world but, how free will it be when the heavens open and a global pandemic ensues from famine, pollution and population increase. Time after all was ticking.

A meeting of two halves

David had laid awake all night long so far for the last two days. He hadn't slept in 40 hours and was coming up for the longest he'd been awake in recent memory. He knew how long the body could survive without sleep but the guards were intending to use that information as a resource for there benefit of information.

He kept hallucinating about what he had seen out of the "window" that had been installed. Two young children so he thought. They were actually 18 and 20. He was wondering about what they were doing- out drinking, partying, walking home from a long day of afternoon work that took them through the night- when the light was turned on and the guards came in with the questions. The same old questions. David reckoned it was about 1 am. The windows was a TV monitor allowing him to see what was going on along the main road just off the site. This was meant to be making him want to leave more but he knew the guards were using it as a form of reverse psychology. If he spoke about what he knew he would be freed. Not for one minute did he believe he would live for much after he had spoken though.

-

Out in the the Kentish countryside, Alec and Hannah began walking down the main road from Stodmarsh to Canterbury past the Mental Hospital. They had returned and had succeeded in making their trip to Eastern Europe worthwhile. What they hadn't expected to notice so much whilst being out there were some of the local habits late at night. Whilst they were walking home they had tracked down a public footpath that came out on to a public car park during the day, on the way back a car with a man sat in the drivers seat, a lady was sat astride the man, whilspering intently into his ear. The pair in their 60s, Alec and Hannah couldn't believe what they saw hid their smile at each other and quietly walked away so as not to be noticed.

The lost pair

He was breathing heavily, she wasn't. He was out of breath from all the exercise, she wasn't. He was struggling to keep up with her, she..., she was running ahead like a bat out of hell. Through the sunny spots and shady edges to the forest canopy, the sun had been going down for the last half hour. It was seven o'clock, nothing but the sounds from the forest could be heard. The two of them had been play fighting and running around for a little while. She had the energy like one of those Duracell Bunnies, forever going, he did too but was starting fade. He after all was two years younger than her and was struggling to keep his breathing under control. Even though he was two years younger, he was four inches taller than her.

Through the forest, back towards where they had come from, their camp site was set up. They had intended on looking for fire wood to keep themselves warm. In the depths of the forests that border Slovakia and the Czech Republic it was known to get cold even in the height of summer. Plus they needed something to cook the fish on. Having run out of food they had brought with them, they'd shallow buried their waste and marked it for when on return. The aim of the trip was to live in the wild as best as possible. However, Alec had caught a cough and Hannah was keeping an eye on him for any worsening symptoms.

They'd planned to go for two weeks, and for the last two days survive by nature. They'd caught some fish and had spotted some fruit during the day. They're energy levels were incredibly high for not having had much to eat all day. They had finished they're last packed food in this morning.

As they began to run, Hannah tripped over a log and came to a halt on the ground. Alec finally caught up with her, only being twenty metres behind, but in amongst the forest that can be quite a distance at times. A true forest it was, actually a woodland in British terms, tall firs rose out of the ground in some places and well dotted deciduous woodland was amongst them. If it had been a garden at any time in the past it was planned for the highest owner of the land.

Crack
The sudden noise made them both stare at each other then at where the noise had come from.
Thud
Whatever it was, it had come to the ground swiftly.
A tree had split and a large branch had come down. Parts of the forest were over 300 years old and were showing signs of age.

Alec and Hannah knew that with the dry weather, the log might be just right to set they're evening meal on. They turned back and started heading for where the sound came from.

Alas, when they arrived they realised it would be easier to move the campsite to the log than the log to the campsite. However, neither of them knew exactly where they were. The trails had all started looking the same. Only one thing stood to save them from a cold night, the bright emergency light that flashed on the top of the tent which was activated by a key fob in Alec's pocket.

Collecting some kinderling, they headed back to the campsite a whole mile away, and set to heating the fish they had caught. They would need all the energy they could find for the next day, for lurking in the forest was more than a few wild animals they'd prefer not to meet and would vacate the site quite quickly in the morning.

Voices Only

Do not attempt to adjust your radio, this a streaming freedom audio. It will last exactly sixty seconds it cannot be stopped it cannot be traced it is the only free voice left in the country.

It has been disclosed in the last few days that what we all consider to be civilised life may be turned upside down. Yesterday it was announced the world would have issues with the amount of food that would need to be created to keep an ever increasing global population hunger free.

With a sixth of the planet's population Chinese and an increasing population across the middle east no wonder the government want us to worry about how the most recent war atrocities are being dealt with. Also, by the use of government media a recent program has suggested that Europe may become Islamic.

The fact remains that the global population is too large. A secret program has been set up, Swine Flu is not real it is a hoax. The Tamiflu virus tablets are cyanide pills. Large swathes of the population, young, immature, adolescent and the weak are being removed from society to make a supreme intelligent society. Education is no longer the best way forward.

The sanctions posed by the UN are sitting ready to take action, The Invisible Force is coming to your door, it will remove anybody it thinks is not of good future human prospects.

Keep your children safe, make them eat healthily and well, keep your head down. This way you can hide from the forces.

This is a Streaming Freedom Audio Broadcast, peace out.

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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/8193574.stm
Swine flu for children

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/foodanddrinknews/6003402/Hilary-Benn-GM-could-help-Britains-food-production.html
GM could help Britain's food production: Hillary Benn

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00lxh3t
More or Less, Radio 4

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/8189498.stm
Early death concern for drop outs

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_in_Afghanistan_(2001%E2%80%93present)
War in Afganistan



Many other places other than these starting points will find you many facts about the truth.

The real world?

Having spent so much time in captivity David had got used to his guards and the doctors who checked him over on a regular basis. These so called doctors dealt with a number of people who were left sedated and poorly managed by using drugs to keep them calm.

Now it is a more promising aspect to try and fix the patient properly rather than just pump them with the medicine to keep the under control. However, whilst they were attempting to heal the normal patients in the public areas of the mental hospital. In the basement David believed they were not trying to help fix him instead attack him in a number of ways. Through thought provocation, manipulation of the facts for his benefit. Everyone was attacking him and he had to hide.

The doctors whilst they were actually trying to help David, had their hands tied. They were instructed to put him in segregation and stop him from talking to the other patients. He knew too much. The truth be told, David had found out about the Millennium Bug scandal and what it was really meant for. Unfortunately, in due process David had had a psychotic break and never fully recovered.

From the Doctors:
What do you think we should do with him?
Their isn't much we can do, we have to provide the basic level of care and attention, but this is almost like a prison sentence.
Aren't they all prisoners, I mean anyone with mental health issues feel trapped by their own minds. Especially these ones.
It's time we found a way for them, I know it's not completely correct but we must allow them some right of freedom. This one spends his entire day in here, attempting to exercise and listening to the radio. If it weren't for us the guards would have him in some funny chamber doing whatever they wanted to to him.
What do they want from him? Surely since they know he know's some great secret why not be done with it. No one would believe him in his state, he's never competely their. It's a shame, why do they question him, what do they expect to find. Are they hoping he knows something else?


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In the white room David started to do his stretching, making out he was completely nuts wasn't hard he was slightly 'crazy' these days. Ten years of solitude would make anyone stark raving mad. Unfortunately, David couldn't tell the difference between himself pretending to be insane and actual insanity moments.

"Listen carefully...listen very carefully..."
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The doctors spotted that David had stopped stretching and whatever was going on in his room had changed his mood, he had snapped out of a limbering up session and was starting to count from 1000 backwards.
The doctors didn't know what to make of it. They couldn't hear anything. But to David the radio was telling him what he must do next.
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Was this another insane moment? No, there was an ultra high pitched noise that only David had been trained on over the years. He had slowly learned to do whatever was asked of him whenever the noise in the room started. If he did not, a great unbearable amount of pain would be released across the floor. The soft white cushioned room had fine pieces of metal wire allowing electric doses to travel across the ground. The result of this was the stench of burnt hair and skin.
The doctors meanwhile never noticed the difference because he was consistently appearing to have an episode at the time.

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"I will go east and go west
From whence came
The moon and the sun

The moon and the sun will go
And the young man


With his reputation behind him
I will go wherever he came from -
The young man with his reputation behind him"

Summary to week one - An Authors View

Here at the end of each week blog books writing, I shall provide a quick highlight of what has occurred in the story so far. I shall also give you a clue to what will happen in the following week. By no means is it a spoiler or taster but something to make your mind work on and devbelop the story to your own imagination much further.

In this weeks summary we have met out latest crop of people who wander the earth in a paranoid status. Through the illusions of what could be fact or fiction David is said to be developing Schizophrenia after being held captive and put under interrogation in Her Majesty's Prison Saint Martin'd Mental Health Institution, Canterbury. The secret bolt hole that David Bloothine has lived for ten years has meant he can only listen to the readio when not put through a number of question sessions. David has been locked up because the government has found out that he founnd the true reasons for the Millenium Bug. However, he has been listening to a lady called Anne Merino who is a young feminist at heart and wants to meet her. He intends to break out to do this.

In the apparent real world the guards have been watching him develop his little theories. Stuck against a number of obstavckes The Invisible Force, fish problems and social equality have all reared their ugly heards.

Is David just imagining things or is there something to be said for his bumbling views, why has TIF made a clain to David? The past and the present do not equal the future any more...

Clue:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLJYq9KLnZI&feature=related

Celtic Woman - Harry's Game
What Irish film is this music used in?

&

"Do not attempt to adjust your set this is a streaming freedom video, cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds, it cannot be traced it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in this city...(50 seconds where the information is broadast on the TV channel hacked followed by) ...peace out."

How does this apply to the Mental Health Institution?

Anne

"I bring it upon myself. I have as a woman, a need to fight the ladies corner. Equal rights all the way no more of this man lead world- I believe in a free place, but everywhere I look I find trouble. It is time to put the place right.

I stand-in my living room- to address all of you who now know that if we are to keep ourselves and the places we live free from all the adverse affects that man has done. We need to make ourselves the career woman with nanny's at home, take us back to the 20th century where woman could work at home. I expect all people to become career minded."

Anne sat listening to this garble she had just read out loud into a Dictaphone and felt it was not her way, with the admiration of what it all started with for feminism and beliefs of what should be happening, it turned out. That very little of it would or did hold true. To Anne, the balance was almost right already, no change was needed particularly, just small issues were needing to be ironed out.

Anne decided to go back in time by listening to some music. She poured herself another glass of white wine and sat in her soft chair, legs dangling over the side listening to Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd. As a young girl still she had found the 80s style of music very interesting, but needed something relatively soothing and yet with a beat. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb-Nacm-pKc&feature=related

Meanwhile, David sat in his cell. Well he thought it a cell. He had carried his though processes through somewhat. But, there was one problem. With having found out about TIF he had noticed what imagery they had used and hunted for the Album. The Division Bell. When David mentioned this to the guards last night, they got hold of a copy for him. However, they were in control of the stereo system and kept playing the CD, David particularly noticed Wearing the Inside Out by Pink Floyd. He started to rehearse his methodology for escape. Having spent so long in solitude other than the "HMP Mental Institution" David decided he would manage to survive on the outside.

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognise I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word...overrun

Won't hear a sound He's curled into the corner
From my mouth But still the screen is flickering
I've spent too long With an endless stream of garbage to
On the inside out ....curse the place
My skin is cold In a sea of random images
To the human touch The self-destructing animal
This bleeding heart's Waiting for the waves to break
Not beating much

I murmured a vow of silence and now
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile

I'm creeping back to life
My nervous system all away
I'm wearing the inside out

Look at him now
He's paler somehow
But he's coming round
He's starting to choke
It's been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can see
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again

I'm holding out He's standing on the threshold
For the day Caught in fiery anger
When all the clouds And hurled into the furnace he'll
Have blown away ...curse the place
I'm with you now He's torn in all directions
Can speak your name And the still the screen is flickering
Now we can hear Waiting for the flames to break
Ourselves again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENzacvB8nJA
Little did Anne or David know that they were listening to the same Album. In fact Anne didn't know David was coming to find her. He knew the connection. David carried on writing in his diary, but kept it in code. To him, the institution would never work out what he had written, to him everything made sense.

The doctors meanwhile kept him dosed up on tablets because of his increasing signs of memory troubles, visual hallucinations and where he started talking to himself about escaping to the outside world.
To the guards and the doctors, everything was normal in their environment. Unfortunately to David the world had become a very damaging place and he was not in any fit state, although the doctors did have a connection to TIF.

"Everyone knows everyone elses business."
Now we can hear our selves again...

David

It's a small world in the end. ANTs (Automatic Negative Thoughts) have to be fought at every possible moment. Not by fighting with them or by trying to forget them but by excepting they exist, and thereby saying the reverse of what the bad ANT is saying in your mind.

I for one frequently have to fight the ANT infestation. With the constant questioning from these small minded people who want to know everything about me. (Even saying that is a bad thing to say- generalising yourself and attempting perfectionism are killers, it cannot be done you see). In this place when I am allowed out of my room, I am followed by a hoard of voices, a hoard of people who batter me with questions time and time again.

• Was I right,
• was I wrong,
• do I think I did the right thing,
• you know why your here,
• you shouldn't be allowed to leave,
• You can't leave.

Slowly I will reveal to you who I am, David Bloothine is my name but none of you know where I have come from yet. In this mental institution which is more of a prison. I have resided in this county for some twenty years. Now, 38, a relatively young man still, I have had to fight my inner feelings all the way. It's something that just happens.

But ANTs can be controlled, by letting them flow over you by working with your inner being to balance your mind you can complete anything you want to. If you think badly of yourself you become like that and the reverse is true too. E.g. I am an idiot. You slowly become an idiot. I am an intelligent person, you can learn and recall information better.

All you have to do is believe in yourself, easier said than done I know. But when you have no choice about what life brings you you must make the most of them. That is why I absolutely hate the detruction of the environment. I am a man of the environment, I have brought back my survival and bushcraft skills. I do my level best to keep my self toned. Even with the guards who like to keep me locked up, I still rehearse day in day out, provide myself a drill to keep myself active and finally I will escape from this place and let everybody know exactly what TIF really are and do.

They can threaten me, I have noticed their little message and even if they come back again, I will be waiting. I will find a way out. And prove once and for all what TIF really are up to.
However, two things stand in my way. Getting the guards on my side. These people who feed me drugs that make me hallucinate and keep me docile so I don't hurt them. Secondly, I need an escape plan and a way of fighting in the wild. It's an urban warfare issue, I can blend in and look like a street beggar or anyone. But if they come hunting me down, I may have to go off the radar. There is only a few ways that I can survive. It can't last. I must escape and tell the world before it's too late. TIF have made a deal, the UK government has been dealt a hand that it must abide by, and keep me locked in my white room.

David

The Invisble Force has witnessed this blog

This is a moment for you to note.

The Invisible Force is watching you David.

We are all watching you.

Can you hear us?

Fishy feelings

Some times I do wonder about the odd news stories. Today I hear about how the most frequently caught Carp had died. Apparently, the fish may have been poisoned by uncooked nuts. Nuts are not allowed on the lake that is resided at.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/8183080.stm
Benson (his name) was found dead in the Bluebell Lakes of Peterborough. Being caught some 63 times he was approximately 20-25 years old.

Why do I write about fish? Well I could begin a whole environmental spool about what we should be doing to make the world and indeed our country a much healthier place. But I will talk about environmental challenges in many other places at another time.

I particularly wanted to pick out the problems with society on the whole. Where we fail in environmentally friendly ways we also similarly still have the age old demon of crime. And here begins today's story, ripped from the headlines.
The voice of Clive

Radio Presenter: ...Now it's time for todays look into the minds of local villagers in this weeks Voice of Clive, presented by Clive Jamieson.
Anne lives in Mortimer, Berkshire. In this recluse of a village, their are no street lights. Recent council applications have lead to a small offence by the locals. Why does a quiet countryside village need lights? Being one of the last places to get the metal polls of light which burn Kilowatts per hour...why should the place be affected, NIMBY springs to mind. Is it environmental health or health and safety gone mad? Do street lights need to be everywhere? In this weeks voice we want to find about local village life.
Anne says:
"It's a very pleasant experience, this is an area that many people would wish to live in southern England. We are by no means completely rural, but are cut off esufficently to believe we are."
Clive: How would you describe the atmosphere?
Anne: Relaxing on the whole, except for when you hear your car being broken into. Amazingly the police attended in quick time, I'd say under ten minutes...apparently a white van and two 4x4s have been canvassing the area, thus the police were particularly interested.
Clive: Anne, would you say local village life was friendly?
Anne: Absolutely, in everyway. I am a central member to our thick community as it was suggested yesterday. Mortimer has two different parts to it, the thin people live in the council housing the thick ones live in the ex-council houses. They're are recent expansion builds. There are no street lights, but no one round here would really want them.
Clive: Do you all group together?
Anne: Yes, always.
Clive: Do, do you set up camapigns as such?
Anne: We enjoy making sure we get what we want from our village. I would say we would like to keep it the way it always was, we don't want anymore people moving in. The locals are not becoming locals, the 'thick' community is disintegrating.

David sat listening intently to this very strange conversation taking place. It seemed to him he needed to Kill a what? Kill a lamp post? Kill her hour? No that didn't make sense. Ha, he laughed at his own little joke, Killer nat, killer wat. They mean Kilo Watt hour. Oh dear.
David realised that amongst all this just one problem stuck out further into his mind. His religious feelings had been diminished further. This Anne woman was talking of a hide and seek group sometimes referred to as electronic Caching, where four or five people hide at night in villages. Then their friends drive across the countryside park up and track in on them. This quiet sector of Christian games, was this a form of finding faith or having faith by searching people out in the dead of night.
The point was these people who Anne was referring too, were not thieves at all. Apparently mistaken for looking like they were about to break into a car, wearing balaclava's they made the police believe they were a group of 'well to do teenagers' going around playing a christian form of hide and seek. David was not impressed by this latest of ideals if it were true, neither was impressed by the way the police were lied too, or the way religion was used as a get out clause, faith was breaking his world not helping it on the whole. No one's faith would do, he would find his own way forward.
If he were to escape his daily grind of white padded cell questioning without god, then he would find another way to survive.

Dinner was being served tonight, fish pie was on the list. He chose fish because he still had to fight his environmental ills, he needed fish- he loved fish. However, as he started eating he heard the news about Benson the Carp. David was so distraught with the way Benson had died he threw his dinner on its paper plate across the 20ft square room, it made a thud against the door and fell to the floor. He went hungry until the morning. David spent the night thinking about a picture he had seen and the questions that came with it:

How long is the fish?

Links zwo, drei, vier...

(Left two, three four). The german army marching chant is used in a hit heavy rock song by a German band called Rammstein. http://herzeleid.com/en/lyrics/mutter#links_234

The thick and the thin of this relates back to Rammstein through a number of ways. I dubiously relate this phrasing by:
1. You've been through the thick and thin of it- which if you read the history on the band, they have been a little.
2. A strange way of deciphering the way the religious leader, the Archbishop of Westminster, relates the issues of online social networking to the break down and moral detruction of society. In today's Thought for the Day on Radio 4, apparently community is breaking down as interpersonal skills disintegrate.

Thick community: Everybody knows everyone else. Have a high level of trust, know everybody's business and leave the back doors open for each other. Pubs and the church are found at the heart of the community, people look, think and drink alike. However, this can be constraining.
Thin community: People don't know they're neighbours, don't look, think or drink alike. However, can be socially diverse and liberating for others. (Radio4, Thought for the day, 03/08/09) http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/programmes/thought/

Excusing the puns, does this mean that idiots attend church and therefore everbody is just another sheep, is just another one of the flock following each other into a spiral of decline or isolation?
Does the argument not stand true that isolation can occur through both the thick and thin community. Are the think communities 'thick skinned' and therefore more likely to survive? What of the thin communities?

David sat with these questions in his mind for a long time. When David Bloothine found out about this little bit of information his final attempt to believe religion was doing something right in the world was lost. Would he ever find his need for high accceptance again? Would he survive The Invisbible Force (TIF)?
David had so many questions however, nobody knew of his existance. After being locked up in a white padded cell in Saint Martins Mental Health Centre, Canterbury. He had been hidden away from society for near on ten years. The apparent laws on mental health had forgotten David was still alive. Seperated from the rest of the mentally incarcerated he was convicted because of the truth. "The Truth will set you Free" he mumured.

The reason behind him being locked up was to keep him quiet. In December 1999, he believed he had found out the truth behind the Millenium Bug. What it was really meant for and to do. Soon after going to bed one night, he was drugged, removed from his house and re-awoke in the Mental Health Centre for questioning, persistent questioning. 24hours a day.

Now, August 2009, he had survived the frequent calls of nature, the extraction of information by medical means of testing and had finally succumbed by lying and proving to everyone else except to himself that he was mad. He still believed he was completely sane. Unfortunately time alone in the white room had taken its toll on him- and his only source to the outside world other than the staff who tended to his needs was the radio. Of which, he believed was edited before he heard it. He was not helped by his own ill health, the detriment of cabin fever and the constant white meant he had started his disent to Schizophrenia. He began his repitition again: Links zwo, Links zwo, Links zwo drei vier...

(9-1) = 8, 8/2 = 4.....1984....

Back from the many tasks of the day at home. I finally now get the chance to further develop my line of thought from yesterday.
I know, I can hear you all saying boring, why more of this trollop, but really now if you want to understand keep reading.

So who went and found out about Kirill and The Prisoner? Please fill in the survey accordingly.

Now, as I was saying, Kirill could potentially make the average person paranoid beyond belief. With the likes of 1984 (George Orwell) and the stories of the Winshaw family in What a Carve Up (Johnathan Coe), you could be forgiven if the world around you was just like The Truman Show (Weir, 1998) or Conspiracy Theory (Donner, 1997)- the world could well be working behind the scenes, potentially against you without you even knowing. Which leads me back to Schizophrenia...this is because of a well known film called A Beautiful Mind (Howard, 2001) in which Russel Crowe plays a University Professor and becomes entoylled with many cryptography issues.

So how does this connect with what I'm trying to do (writing a blog book), I hear you ask.
Fooled, I have you... Alas we have already begun the journey into the what has lead to the demise of two of the people I know. David Bloothine. (phonetically: Blue-thin) and Anne Merino.

David and Anne I will talk to you about in more detail soon enough, but firstly I need you to concentrate on another key fact. Who are The Invisible Force?
Not a paramilitary group, not a social group, nor religious, discussion, or cult. Just something that Anne and David have found all too much in common. Their way of life has been changed forever and by no means better, by The Invisible Force.

1st things 2nd...

When the small things appear in the world to be much larger- what is it that goes round our minds to believe that they are bigger than they really are?

As I slowly formulate the ideas to make the first adventure come together, I shall let you know about the some small innocuous details...

Firstly, whilst I know the original drama script relatively well and almost backwards- some of its details will be changed so as to fit with the blog style, and having given it some thought, is unlikely to appear literally as a script but more of a short story in each blog. Secondly, it has to be said some of the details I will edit because they are beyond my own capacity to write the original without giving a more plausable and 'real' account, the original would be far beyond the realms of authenticity and realism. Hopefully I will make my blog seem as realistic and real life to you.

Here's part of where the idea has been developed further from:
A recent online 'reality show' by MSN called Kirill apppeared in late 2008. It was a trial online reality program, trying to move the likes of reality TV to a more realistic and interconnected world. Scarily, if it took off it could be come part of everything without anyone realising it.
Like the fictional and potentially fact based spies, where blinds are flickered, street lamp posts and signs have markings put on them by secret agents as tells, undercover cars are only known to be undercover cars by undercover operatives (and can tell by the minutest of detail changes), notes are swapped and dropped in secret locations by any manner of ways. Kirill could effectively do the self same thing.

Kirill is a man who is living in a disused nuclear bunker hiding from the government troops- all with green eyes- who act as government agents, removing anybody who knows too much about what is going on in the 'outside world'. Is Kirill just schizophrenic or has he a reason to suspect the London population are being used as lab rats?
A compelling story it is. It connects to many websites of fictitious companies who the 'government' are helping out, and blogs of the scientists and journalists who these agents try to lock up, denying their ever existence to the public. Even more realistic, the clues can be found on real websites and in real world places- it surrounds the CERN program at its undercover paranoid (stories) heart. Therefore it has many news articles from real life that the characters in Kirill can use to confuse the uninitiated.

As a first attempt it works, but with added authenticity it wouldn't be too hard to make it seem too real. TV programs, radio programs, news articles, and adverts to follow. As well as mini clips online and the blogs would add to a realism- special items hidden away for the general public to locate and feel it was actually happening in the world. All too easily reality could be merged with real life. Kirill (played by David Schofield) could be expanded further from what it is.

Don't get me wrong some of these things already exist. Geocaching for example, and does anybody remember the TV program: The Prisoner from the 1960s. http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/classic/prisoner/

More on this tomorrow.

The first adventure

This is where it begins. In this blogging world I will now attempt to provide a story of not just myself but of a place I created in the works of a dramatisation some years ago. It has been locked up and collecting dust for many years, but now I feel it is time to write it into something more practical and conventional than when I last saw it in 2005.

I will also attempt to entertain this blog with many novel and interesting facts I hear during the week. Hopefully, providing a good way for you to find the items in full yourself.

I will also keep this up to date by letting you know the next potential time this blogspot is updated.

I hope you will enjoy this as much as I do.