14/4/2013

Woke up this morning and pulled open the curtains to find a bright day. First thing I saw was a bright yellow butterfly, the first of the year. I watched it flutter towards the house from upstairs and wondered how it managed to maintain direction. Must find out how it does it! It is quite windy. Anyway I went downstairs after about 10 minutes and went into the garden room for a fag and blow me! The butterfly was in their trapped in a spiders web. It was flapping wildly and thank goodness, the spider had not detected it. I cupped my hands and freed it from its location but the web material was so strong and butterfly was still bound up. I was concerned that if I pulled the web material that it was wrapped up in I might cause damage but thankfully after I had done so it was able to fly. Trouble was that we were still inside and it went straight back onto the sunroom glass. "Don't go there" I shouted and chased after it. I caught it again in my cupped hands, took it outside, and gently threw it into the air. To my great delight it rose up into the sky and resumed its foray for nectar.

Five minutes later I returned to the sun room and blow me again, there was the hugest buzziest bumble bee that I have ever seen in their trying to fly through the glass to freedom. Catching him was a little trickier because I am somewhat insect wary and if he stang me it woulde not be good for either of us. Anyway I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a large baking sieve, bent the handle and caught the monster. Looks like Spring is here!

There is a little Robin in thevicinity of my garden that is the tamest wild bird imaginable. That is if it is wild that is. I have been trying to get it to sit on my hand but not quite there yet. It understands telepathically that I will not harm it but is just a little reticent just now. It always comes out to join me when I am out.

Saturday 6/4 2013

Went to The Angel. Great band called Riff Raff playing.
The Japanese rock chick was there but no contact.
Met bloke called ChrisThe Gardener.
He was the Mason perp of the night. I liked him though and had a great night.
Connected on Facebook although his account was blatantly obviously set up for the purpose.
I set up new account - Andy The Baptist lol.
Had a few exchanges with CTG

Saturday 13/4/2013

well it is not Friday but it is the 13th. Tired of staying in i CALLED IN AT LOCAL PUB ON THE WAY HOME FROM SHOPPING AT aSDS.thr pub was The Station, wel;l known for Saturday night live acts bvut not like this one! It was heavy heavy satanic metal all the way and despite having a laugh with a bloke from, guess where? Fucking Nottingham! and a couple of old girlie's, (clearly dike nurses, although I would have been happy to entertain either one at home, ( I was slightly inebriated but the blond had the kind of gruff male voice that really turns me on!)).  The blonde startied talking aboput sex and how she was a cleaner/ escort so I asked her her prices. £250/day was the answer but I could have her for 200. It all became clear whn she started talking about an Air Ambulance benefit gig that she had attended aty this same pub. I told her that I do not pay for sex because if it is for money it has no meaning and I could just as easily fuck a hole in the ground. She was a turn on though and I could easily have shtupped her with great pleasure for the right reasons.

When the band came back on I weoke up to the satanic set-up and fucked off home happy to know that I had wasted another whole evening of satanistic planning.

23/5/2012

My days are numbered. They are killing me through insidious "natural" causes. Same as they did my Dad. Dad, and Sam, I am so sorry for what happened to you. The desire to get to me is why it happened. If I had known that before I would have killed myself. Now it is my turn and the Freemasons are using their usual methods of murder by natural causes. Anyone out there who picks this up be aware. 5 Sainsbury Close is the most evil address that you could ever find yourself living at. I will be glad to see the end of this fucking life. Jon, my non-brother, I go to the grave cursing my luck at being connected in any way to you.