Leggings - Night & Day!

Leggings - Night & Day!

Last night was full of noisy people – some from local sources or what passes here for local, and some Cockney voices adding to the general miasma. A woman stood outside the building had put up a long decorating table ready for the night's offerings – and was waiting for people to sign her petition to remove a certain person from the building. It quite reminded me of the public petitioners of Lowestoft – so much so – that I am persuaded I was hearing the same person.

After a while although I was told that they were expecting influential visitors for Pristine, who were said to be bringing with them a payment of booze and drugs of various kinds. Apparently they thought I'd enjoy the action. I knew, that I ought to get some beauty sleep, I like to look good!

The whistling noise grew louder, I think they had multi plug-lets or stick-ons around the walls bordering my flat. I complained, ran the water. Put hands over my ears. After a while everything vibrates. It's what they used to use to loosen the bricks in the houses in Stoke-on-Trent... Eventually I got mad about it, and opened the window, left all the doors open so that the fresh air went on upstairs. People upstairs complained. They got the idea and started to unstick and unplug.

The mice came round to the front window... “Shut your window!” they squeaked.

I wondered if they were trained.

“Someone bad is coming. They are mean because hungry, shut your window!”

I nodded. I'm not sure who's side they're on. “Thank you!” I shut the window. I heard them run away... tiny little footsteps.

So last night passed by, with me fast asleep, and with a dreadful whistling noise in my ears to remind me that they intended to get a message out! It was part of their whole act, dumping the noise or excessive time in my flat. They'd done it for years to people.

In the morning before 9a.m., I was rudely awaken by the Cockney's and some Mussolini's in full voice outside the building, they were demanding the East side!

“Give us it!”

“We're better than her, we follow young Christopher.”

“Poor lad comes from a special school. Just like Motor-mouth!”

“She's guilty of this, guilty of that, has made people as innocent as Pirene go back-sliding!”

Pirene smiled coyly, “And now my backside shoots out! Any one want a look?”

The person they were rioting too, shot back to his air machine. “Get me out of here!” he yelled.

“I can't believe all this stuff. Why didn't she get off the tube in the special station when the train stopped?”

I thought about this. The tube did stop! I thought then about the number of times in the war years I'd got off there with Granddad, or the Uncles and gone the short walk to see the Queen. I used to wonder if there was a implant in all of us which allowed the driver to know to stop the train. Or if the Queen had some spider senses which she used especially to stop the train as it ran over the edge of her web. Makes you feel like that...

So I sat still, feeling slightly sick. It wasn't for me. It must have been some other, perhaps a Naval Officer or high ranking official on the tube that day. I looked. No-one got off. Then the tube glided away, as if pulled on a silvery string. My chance was gone.

Much to my surprise, the Terry Pratchet shouting man came shooting through.

The Cockneys hit the top with resounding cries of “It don't belong to her, it belongs to someone called Terry!”

etc... etc...

The T.P. Shouting man ran away. I don't blame him. I'll have to have another word with Time & Gollanz.

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“You can't sell the air-force bases!” the air-machine person yelled back, he was angry. “Let me see her!”

“You can't Pristine is the one with the rights to decide! She hasn't got the capacity!”

** Personal Comment: You left me with absolutely nothing. All of you. Hope the divide was worth it!

At no time may I add have I ever said that I would sell the Forces bases for land to build or otherwise on. You may all rest on my word there. It does however depend on whether you allow me the rights that the international court of Geneva gave me to be treated as a human being with all the rights that each of you have. This was because of the copyrights case which followed. Which I won. However even the monies I gained from my past work, has been denied to me.

I am surrounded by very wicked people, .most of which are not supposed to live in the building!