Fri 02/02, 06:01
Having written Mrs Brown's boys and me, and Mrs Gilbey's boys and me; fitting it was finished on January 30th. Mine and Stephanie's 25th wedding anniversary. The children we produced, the adults they've become, my God. A twenty five years of mayhem and beauty. A twenty five years of; I wouldn't know where to start. But.
Everything else is peripheral. Irrelevant in fact. (Twenty five years is a quarter of a century. Feckin aider.)
I'm alive! as is the missus and the kids. Married at 24, a dad at 25. Three kids by the time I reached 30, and Steph's their mum, just as I'd told her she will be on just our second 'date'. There in the Market Tavern Bedworth November 1989. I told her she was gonna marry me too, on the same night, the girl born 1/11/70. I knew just by looking in her eyes. Those kids now are nearly 24, 21 and 18. They blow my mind, my kids.
Most people get married in the summertime. In days of old that I can clearly recall, hastily arranged marriages was because the bride to be is up the pole pregnant. It was frowned upon to live together even. Steph wasn't pregnant just after Christmas 92, and we'd lived together for three years. My dad had drank himself into a care home by now, my gran had died the year before (so I had a few grand coming) and by the look of my dad his time wasn't long. So I suggested we get married. We lived together joint mortgage etc. She said yeah cool. ''Me dad's gonna drop dead, let's get married before he does.''
The first January date we opted for to be married in the chapel, opposite Harry's Bakery up tarn, we couldn't do. We were then offered January 30th 1993. That'll do. Suit and a white wedding dress. Bridesmaids and all that Christian marriage vows malarkey. The chapel and the religious ceremony thing pleased me sister. A get together after at the colly club, the reception as it's called, then the new wife and I spent the night in the wedding suite darn the Griff hotel. February came and went March came and on St Patrick's day, March 17, my dad died. Then Steph announced. Pregnant. A dream that I had just before she announced her first pregnancy, WOW. But I never recorded it so I don't talk about it. Anyway.
As it turned out, January 30th is the late great Steve Marriott's birthday, of The Small Faces. I thought that was cool when I found that out a few years after. And here we all are, twenty five years later.
The twelve months from December 2016 to December 2017, last month, I saw some superb live bands in awesome surroundings, all over the country. From Ocean Colour Scene December 8th 2016 at the Manchester 02 Apollo, OCS again at Monmouth Castle Wales with Space in 2017 in the sunshine, then OCS again in Hastings with Peter Hooke and the Light the day after Mrs. B's funeral, in even more sunshine. Libertines then in Blackheath London with Jake Bugg and a few other bands in September; to Minehead then in November, Happy Mondays Peter Hooke again, The Farm, Starsailor, and a band I'd vaguely heard of called The Wedding Present. The Wedding Present set blew my mind. Manchester, Monmouth Wales, Hastings, London and Minehead. It was fantastic, all of it. The music, the people. Top class.
The Wedding Present tour this year I see takes them to Birmingham on 25 / 05 / 2018. Hopefully I'll be able to go. It'd be a nice wedding present (see what I did there) OCS announced one gig yesterday, Wolverhampton Race Course August bank holiday. I have to be at that one. It's the one escape I have. Music. And of course, May 25th 2018 will be thirteen years since Reds became Champions of Europe. It'll be Foxy Fowler's 50 summat birthday, and Adrian's fifty something too of course. So it's not as though I'll forget. Birmingham's just up the road, as is Wolverhampton. Both looking likely and doable.
I could end the writings of Mrs Brown's Boys and me, and Mrs Gilbey's boys and me, right here, on my 25th wedding anniversary. Or I could carry on bringing up emails and telling a story so mind blowingly profound, you'll see why, if you haven't already. Why: ''We can't touch you Steve, we cannot frighten the public''said the media, all those years ago. All these years on.
Professor French. You've asked for this. Prepare to do battle.
All others mentioned herein, the posh media ones.
Lisa stuck with me all these years. I haven't spoken with David for a year or so, no need to. We spoke almost daily for years. The last I heard from BBC Alan was 2015 , the year he retired from presenting BBC radio two news bulletins, he still does TV all weekend of course. (National Lottery, Strictly dancing thing)
Lorraine stuck her neck out: Lorraine Worsley (WOW) wrote what she did for the ebook I wrote, for anyone to see. Steve Mera emails me from time to time, he's busy as we all are, I sent emails as usual all last year (2017) as with every year since BEFORE 7/7, and fucking hell. Whether all the people here read all last year's emails I have no idea: they've been reading my emails for years. The fact that it's sent, the information time stamped; that's what matters. Where these emails go, matters.
What do you see here? Dates are important. As are specifics if possible in words.
Brace yourselves.
steve
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Wed 13/07/2016 11:44
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You forwarded this message on 13/07/2016 13:43
'Here we go again.
Westminster London is hitting me too much. From seeing David Cameron in the town where I live,with a mention of London in the mail, in a northern town a day or so later, an MP is murdered, the town where she lived. The accused then whisked off 200 miles to appear in court in Westminster London. Cameron then walked of course. I mentioned recently north heading south; there is more to come from this. You saw transcript of chat with news girl Lisa, where I speak of Abbey, and saw Alan, my mate who died who's family appeared in April 2005; eventually in June 2005 I concluded London of course. Alan then was around when I concluded London in 2013 with the Queen's guard soldier. So, London again. The emails I refer to here, the incidents, the data can be seen by anyone upon request. It's electronically time stamped of course.'
So Alan came back (London again) and I'm banging on about Westminster in London. That was because Alan (he's dead of course) came back with a girl called Abbey. And eight months later Westminster in London was attacked, where Westminster Abbey is. Allahu Akbar stylie. Likely given the climate yes? The most heavily guarded Houses of fucking Parliament an obvious target CARRIED OUT? Of course not. Now surely, if Westminster was expecting such a scenario, the 48 year old Police Officer at Westminster palace entrance, a married father of three, would still be alive. A gun beats a knife every time. If you're unarmed however, as he was for God sake. Yer can't shoot no fucker.
Did I just happen to be right again? Would giving these people a date to be careful in London suffice? especially if the Westminster incident then came within five days of said date, eight months later. This was supplied too, eventually.
Having hooked up with media folk from 2003 and finding out about parapsychology so finding an ologist of, also in 2003, in 2016 I went after a Professor of Psychology. The head of Anomalystic Phenomena at London Goldsmiths no less. A professor of Psychology. The professor of explanation. He received as you can see the Westminster London uh oh mail above; he had mails from there saying it god knows how many times. My computer alone would verify the times I honed in on maps of London, especially Westminster. And emails of course. And radio transcript.
It could be suggested that in a year's worth of emails some incidents will happen to correspond given the amount of words. Especially given the 'climate': this climate of Islamic soldiers at your fucking door. There had been no terror incident in Britain since Lee Rigby of 2013, prior that 7/7 of 2005. It returned to these shores of course last year, March 22nd 2017, on Westminster bridge. Two months later exactly, May 22nd 2017, the largest concert hall in Manchester had a suicide bomber detonate himself inside. In the same email that begins with warning for Westminster:
''In the early hours of this morning, I had a dream involving my dad. He sat in a chair, I was helping him shave, with shaving foam and a razor. I was then in the NEC /NIA Birmingham, huge concert hall where gigs are played. Simon was with me, from Ocean Colour Scene. I have no idea what the 'shaving' part could mean, other than the obvious razor (sharp, cutting) but the fact that there was a definitive mention of the NEC Birmingham, a musician again, is very concerning. Simon was mentioned recently in emails,you then saw the music part coming to fruition recently, with a Voice USA singer shot dead, Pulse nightclubbers shot dead. The date given to look for, with definitive music mentions, was the time Steph was flying back from Majorca, June 13th 2016. Pulse happened the early hours of June 12th, the Voice singer shot dead just hours before.''
No mention of Manchester in this paragraph, but clearly music warnings building, a huge concert hall as NEC Birmingham is, and a musician, a singer. A warning of Westminster in London and a concert hall, a huge one at that. A connotation of a throat slit perhaps.....anyway Westminster was attacked eight months later. Two weeks after this email a Catholic Priest was held and had his throat slit in his own church, by ISIS types in Europe (Paris) then Manchester MEN, the largest concert hall in Manchester happened, two months after Westminster happened: both on the twenty second day of the month. I wrote about Westminster, and concert halls, right up until the incidents arrived. I wrote of 'concert hall and hospital', bomb and body parts. (spoken to me by a singer on a stage in a concert hall dream) The story of my Manchester trip to see OCS, five months before the Manchester attack, what happened, what I said to one of the security there. I wrote about all this too. I wrote of concert hall linking with train station, suggesting one of the huge ones, in December 2016: and carried on writing about music, music halls and trains right up until the very same day a guy walked through Victoria station Manchester, into the MEN concert hall and did what he did. Can I prove that? Of course I can. Random words thrown together to fit likely scenarios? Prophetic interpretation with fruition to confirm this? Who decides?
As with 'Gifted and Burdened' Foreword by Lorraine Worsley Carter MBE DL, which presents each email sent in 2012, this lot of writing will eventually land at featuring each email from when I began emailing the Professor of Psychology, Chris French, from 2016. He is known in TV world as a 'professional sceptic'. He refutes all claims of anything 'paranormal', and does not believe in psychic ability. He appears on ITV's 'This Morning' show from time to time; (where Lisa was news editor) as yet another lamb to the slaughter psychic medium or alien / UFO 'experiencer' experiences ridicule from both presenters and from him. Professor bully. Daytime ratings of tekkin the piss.
And so an essay or two beginning with Mrs. Brown's boys and me is leading to book number two perhaps. I may even put it all in blog form and place it on the internet for free. Making money has never been a particular ambition of mine.
As I write this part it is 2:18 am February 2nd 2018. 02/02/18. It's sixteen years then to this very day Steph and me sold our flat, February 2nd 2002. 02 / 02 / 02. We rented a house for a few months then moved into this one October 2002. I was paid out for a work related accident and put the money in a new account. The six digit account figure begins 222. Anyway..
Where were you on July 7th 2005? I bet you can remember. Similarly with 9/11. We all recall the day(s) clearly. Why do we? Obviously because trains blown through the air in London, planes flown through the air and into buildings in New York City: how could one not recall?
The morning of 7/7 I was very, very edgy.
Read the hand written journal and all the mails of that time, you'd see why. Speak with Stephen Mera parapsychologist, Lisa Armstrong ITV news editor, Alan Dedicoat BBC broadcaster / voice over; David Pollock Eton educated film maker, Hitesh Masuiria media production, my wife, some of my personal friends. You have of course already seen much of the information.
In 2005 Londoners weren't expecting a terror hit. MI5 weren't, Tony Blair wasn't. Those mentioned above were. Were you?
The streets of London were packed more than usual on July 6th 2005. A successful bid to stage the Olympic Games is / was massive. The roar from thousands when it was announced London has won the bid. Party time. The following morning, for 52 unlucky commuters, commuter time for the last time. Some survived, some maimed as fuck. Some died blown a fucking part. London 7/7. Allahu Akbar. Your first hit, since the declaration two months and two days previously, at the British consulate NYC 05/05/05. The beginning of the war on the West inside and outside of America, as 'The Soliders of the Levante' (Al Qaeda) proclaimed the morning after the dummy bombs in flower beds, May 5th 2005. So Britain. London. 7/7.
The morning of 7/7 I was very, very edgy.
The night before I sent Steve Mera an email having spoken with him, yet again, my now shitting my pants fears for a London terror hit. He didn't know what the fuck to say. My London pals all warned. Imminent as fuck. The mail states 'I see London wins the bid for the Olympics, hopefully that's all that will happen re London, but I kinda doubt it''. The following morning:
My edginess by 9amish the morning of 7/7, ask my missus!, led me to unusually ring Hitesh that early. We only ever spoke evenings / some afternoons. He worked at Nudge Productions or Absolutely TV London, anyway, the phone rang out no answer. That bothered me. In that moment LONDON headlines on tv, they were saying may be a 'power surge'. Me? I dropped to my knees. 'Liverpool Street' all across my television screen. ''Steph fuck. Look'' ''It's saying a power surge Steve''. Is it now? I told her ''is it fuck a fuckin power surge.'' Fifteen SECONDS into the breaking news broadcast 'EXPLOSION LONDON LIVERPOOL ST it's fuckin 'ere, watch this. An electrical power surge was mentioned for at least an hour. It didn't take long then for news to proclaim chaos on the underground, multiple trains, blown the fuck up. Allahu Akbar. A bus too, the bomb blew the roof off. Day 7 month 7 of 2005.
''Last mays stuff van bomb came at windsor, obvious british queen link, then the liverpool fans in garden described as "like the jubilee" east end tv stars, big ben stops at 22.20 the very night im taken into the cosmos...................LONDON is next, it is being planned right now. Even the bombs of 050505 were british consolate..........this country, london next for sure.''
Please do watch this. As I did. At the time. Now imagine you're me. Even if just for fifteen seconds. If you haven't already got this, I don't see what you don't see if you don't see it.
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7/7 London Bombings: How Story Unfolded On Sky News - YouTube
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I had to locate my London friends, and Mr P (David) in Surrey, during the rest of the day 07/07/2005. I did, Mr P was, well, he had people, family I think in London I assured him they'd be fine. They were fine. He assured me BBC Alan was ok. I spoke to Hitesh too, he was stuck in London but wasn't involved. He uses the Tube daily, as I assumed BBC Alan Dedicoat did, because when he came to see me in Surrey he had a driver.
As clinical as this may sound. How much more proof do they need?
A lot more, clearly. Because it's thirteen years later. And thirteen years later. Messy art there ennit? Islamic atrocities of terrorism common place now, expected no less. Obvious, given this climate we find ourselves in. Donald builds his walls to keep Islamic terror out. He doesn't want Islamic soldiers at his door. Ours, here in England, were kicked the fuck darn last year, 2017. And Paris had its turn before that, Brussels too. Scary isn't it? Do we assume more to come this year or not? Was last years' London Westminster and the music hall in Manchester and London in June and the explosion on a train in September ar turn uvver and done with? Is it my job to tell them; to tell you?
As clinical as this does sound however, the names mentioned here, the BBC man Eton film man and News chick. Hitesh. Steve Mera up in Manchester. Expected it, in 2005, a massive London terror hit. I expected they'd say well, despite telling me they cannot frighten the public, the public must know about this. Not about ME, Steve the bloke. But this.
After a couple of weeks post 7/7, speaking with posh David on the telephone, he told me that Alan had said the BBC's view was that London was an obvious target therefore likely; no big deal. I sez ya fuckin wha'? Indeed the BBC suggested that I don't record anything, don't write it or log it. So I thought ya wot? Then I thought. Why would you do that BBC? Sup? Can't scare the public? And don't fucking tell me not to do something. So I did it anyway.
The following year after London 7/7, 2006. Another crazy year. Another date or dates I needed to look at. Dreams to work out, coincidence at times in MY life outrageous. Another year of it, lark every year. Thankfully. I write poetry, boy do I write poems. Good uns n'all. The following poem sat BBC Alan on his arse, there at the BBC. He asked posh David ''he wrote this on this date'' ''yes''. He'd just seen the biggest MI5 bust plot in history, ALL resources used on that: had the 2006 Heathrow plan come off, ''would've dwarfed 9/11''. But MI5 had tracked them, orders given, arrest them.
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Hi steveo and any other eyes that cast over these words, my recent poetry creative period ended with this one, hope you like it, it's called "There's more (do you see?)"
Oh planes, oh trains
Oh big red bus
Oh twisted blown up tube
The smoke she bellowed!
And hearty fellows
Faces all over the news
Yet.........
It was "obvious"
London - trains - and a bus
Al qaeda, they would shout their war call there
Yes it came, and it's bin
Like the earth, it spin and spin
Nine eleven, nine eleven, seven score
There's more..........
So......soon we have the eight
Will we see it?
Congregate?
Oh you cities!
May see Islamic soldiers at your door (once more)
Cos it is "obvious"
Not to many, but to "us"
I can't help it!
It's the way I'm meant to be
Do you see?
08/08/2006.......be aware, be careful, and hope im wrong.
That date there, August 8th 2006 was / is Summer's birthday, my daughter. The following day MI5 arrested families of Muslims boarding up to TWENTY Boeing aircraft planning to blow them out of the sky from Heathrow Airport. Trans Atlantic passenger jets packed with folk going to USA, and Canada flights too, BOOOM in the sky was the plan, explosives hidden in drinks bottles. Oasis bottles in fact. From this point, airport security went, and still is, crazy.
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http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1583914/Airline-terror-plotters-planned-bigger-911.html
'Airline terror plotters planned bigger 9/11' - Telegraph
A gang of British Muslims plotted to cause "carnage on an almost unprecedented scale" with simultaneous suicide bombings on up to 18 transatlantic ...
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And 13 months on from London 7/7, more warning from me but in poem form this time, sent a week before it was here and not sixteen days like London 7/7 the year before, or the same week as with Westminster last year, or the month then again London in June last year. And the music hall.
Thirteen months on from 07/07/2005 a poem of more to come and when to look for it. So the poem sat BBC Alan on his arse, given the Heathrow news, thirteen months after the BBC had said 7/7 was obvious.
I knew the scale of the proposed invasion of Muslim lands in the East, back in 2003, was the biggest mistake that could possibly be made. But they did invade. I warned David Pollock what will happen HERE, to US, if they do. And he told BBC Alan. But Blair and Bush invaded cos of Bin Laden. So you had London 7/7, before that in 2004 Madrid, then Lee Rigby 2013, then Paris 2015 (twice), then Brussels 2016, random attacks too in Germany, France etc. Then Westminster London, Manchester concert hall, London machetes diners in June, London and bomb on a train in September. It seems the media were right in telling me. We cannot frighten the public Steve. But across Europe including here. Mayhem. Islamic soldiers at your door. It was obvious to me, clearly.
And here we all are. It'll be thirteen years this July since 7/7. Twelve since the Heathrow plot. This May 5th it'll be thirteen years since the blasts outside the British Consulate in New York. This May 22nd 6 years since Lee Rigby had his fucking head cut off. This March 22nd year one since the Westminster attack, this May 22nd one year since the Manchester bomb. In June the first anniversary of the second London 2017 attack at the food market, and then in September (15th) a year since an explosion on a London train.
You now have a climate where these attacks are expected, these attacks are obvious. ''Cos it is ''obvious. Not to many. But to ''us''. I cant help it. It's the way I'm meant to be. Do you see?'' 2006.
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