Give A Dog A Bad Name &….!

No offence to the content creator . I’m just stating my opinion.

Based on decades of alt.research.

Gilles de Rias is not quite as well known as Vlad the Impaler or Elizabeth Bathory but his “history” has so many similarities.

Except ONE.

The Marshal de Rais was (so they say) one of Jehanne d’Arc’s closest friends. Her general. There is not ONE SINGLE quote from The Maid of France denouncing Gilles.

Which begs a question or several.

Was she NOT the mystic virgin who’d been told by God and the Angels to save France?

Or was she actually a real peasant on the grift?

If all is as we are taught then Jehanne and her comrades on campaign would have been in very close proximity to each for long periods of time.

And she NEVER suspected that he was the Devil Incarnate and a child molester/killer?

BTW : The name Rais comes up in 17th century French History. It’s then RETZ and belongs to priests of the Catholic Church.

Just saying :o)

Parker Pyne Investigates : Are You Happy?

I’ve left this alone for so long because to me Agatha was always Poirot or Miss Marple.

I reluctantly read Tommy and Tuppence – and quite enjoyed.

I’d never heard of The Mysterious Mr Quin and when found – he and Mr Satterthwaite became firm faves.

Agatha used her knowledge of the Commedia dell’arte to full here. Harley Quin – the sprite?

Enter Mr J. Parker Pyne.

He’s spent his working life in an office doing statistics.

Not the best blurb for a book cover.

BUT…..I’m really enjoying the 12 stories now. Read by Hugh Fraser aka Captain Hastings of the most relaxing voice ever :o)


Zombies thrive and live on the living because they are DEAD inside.

There is one woman that I can always go back to. My personal hero.

I have lived in Ulster twice. Once as a serving soldier. Once as a “wife of” a serving soldier.

About 3 years ago when the hatred began against me on yt, a certain person made a video and in the live chat (after I’d talked here several times about Dolores) chatters were saying how a woman in the video looked so much like that girl from the Cranberries.

I may be a freaking freak but I have (like my father) a photographic memory.

Dolores O’Riordan was sexually abused by her local CATHOLIC priest.

Her mother refused to believe her.

I never told my parents about my abuse. I’d’ve been hit from here to kingdom come.

Dolores. I love her.

A Guide To Living in Dubai

Well. It’s different.

I learned a lot.


This one is just outside The Atlantis on Palm Jumeirah (stayed there 3 times)

Then I spent a few days in Abu Dhabi with “The Prince.”

My traveller-in-crime and I had the honour of being driven around Abu Dhabi by the prince in his custom made BMW.

Roundabout etiquette? Nah. White lines and lanes. Nah. He blasted us with rock music and scared us half to death by his driving.

“the Prince” is a son of Mohamed bin Zayed bin Sultan bin Zayed bin Khalifa bin Shakhbout bin Theyab bin Issa bin Nahyan bin Falah bin Yas.

My youngest used to have his mobile phone number. I liked him even though he was clueless about real life and could not hold a conversation.


I Will Always Love You vs Thriller

No contest.

There is an amazing Lebanese restaurant right beside the fountains. When we were there and asked where we wanted to go and eat – we chose that place.

Their humus was to die for.

But the restaurant was dry. As in zero alcohol. But we knew where to go. Around the fountains, through the arch, down the arcade and BINGO. A bar where you could smoke and that had ICE-COLD Guinness on tap.

One night I left him and her (brother and sister) in the bar and walked back to the fountains.

They were playing this……….

Buttinski – we were living in the Burg Khalifa at the time. A little walk away via the Dubai Mall. OH. And they both shouted at me for disappearing. Sigh.

Calling Out the Scams

I have personal experience here. Via my husband who (to this day) is the longest serving RMP Close Protection Unit trainer ever.

I also worked for the M.O.D. as Admin Officer to the training wing of the RMP Close Protection Unit. I was their back up when the paper work/training schedules/incoming news went awry

We were primarily military but our bosses were the FCO.

Lee was NEVER CPU trained. He NEVER served abroad on a CPU team protecting a British Ambassador in a WAR ZONE.

He’s protected Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman and Sly Stallone. And such like.

We know men that we had at the CPU who went to Fayed’s CP team to make easy money. The man was a bleep according to our contacts. He was bigger than royalty and much more important.

This is a true story of someone making money off someone else.

She just happened to be called Diana.

P.S. My husband often refuses to wear a seat belt. It annoys me no end. But that’s part of his training and IRL experience.

Go figure.

Lee, ex-Royal Military Policeman, martial arts champion, private military contractor and expert in close protection, added that it was standard practice for the family to wear seatbelts, an order sent down from Mohamed Al-Fayed. 

He made the comments while discussing his new book, ‘The Bodyguard’, about his life as an expert in close protection, calling it ‘the story of the real bodyguard’.

Over the course of his career, Lee worked with the rich and famous, such as Hollywood stars Tom and Nicole, Pele, and Sylvester Stallone, and in the book he gives a candid account of what it’s like to work in a job where lives are literally at stake. 

At the time of Diana’s death, he was a part of Mohamed Al-Fayed’s protection team, the owner of Hôtel Ritz Paris and formerly Harrods department store and Fulham FC.

P.S. I just keep hearing one song. From the film The Bodyguard. Going back to Dubai Fountains and another REAL LIFE experience.

The Newest Form of Abuse

Mental and Emotional abuse – by their very nature – are subjective.

There is nothing physical there. No broken bones, no DNA of semen, no tracks in blood, no weapon to recover and analyse.

What Social Media has done is perpetrate the most insidious and “circumstantial” form of abuse.

Victims are chosen. They become the prey of a group of people with evil intent and zero accountability.

This “gang” can get away with the destruction of too much and know that they will NEVER be convicted of a heinous crime against humanity.

A snarky comment here. A stolen piece of someone else’s life there. An unbelievably stupid lie told but backed up by a multitude of others. A “fact” spoken with such plausible authority that it would be surly to question it.

I grew up in a very violent household. When Dad stopped, Mum started. Hair torn out by the roots. Blood flowing. Bruises that take weeks to heal. Strangulation marks around my neck and a croaky voice.


What’s so painful about today’s abuse is it leaves not a single bruise or broken bone or blood spatter. It’s not done out of passion or a moment of madness.


And every single time the victim exposes this truth, their plan kicks up another gear.

I KNOW. I’ve had my life destroyed by it. With not a single physical injury to prove it.

These people are good at their evil. These people are EXPERTS.

Sweet Bill Maloney survived. JUST.

Chicken Soup For The Soul

I’m a fricking Genius.

By accident , may I add?

The slow cooker is paying for itself already. Yesterday I cooked a chicken in it and had the foresight to leave all the juicy juices, chicken stock and leftovers in said pot.



Jackie recipe :

Randomly dice up one onion, a few carrots, a few potatoes and fry them gently in olive oil for some time. Add the juices from the crockpot plus more Chicken Oxo cube stock and a splash of herbes de provence. Simmer until all the veg is tender.

Let the pan cool, add a few chunks of rescued chicken then bash it all about a lot with a whizzy thing until you get a smooth something – I had to add a bit of milk here to help the whizz.

Season to taste. Lots of salt and pepper.

Fry off some bacon lardons. Add to the mix.

I have some double cream to hand and may go a bit creamy when I add the rest of the chicken and reheat everything about 5pm.


I’d make a brilliant TV cook :o)


Something I don’t suffer from. My language may get spicy but my sons call me a “christian” driver….with a potty mouth!

Road Rage by Ruth Rendell. Spoiler – Morning Glory saves Dora!!!

The seventeenth book to feature the classic crime-solving detective, Chief Inspector Wexford.

A by-pass is planned in the sleepy village of Kingsmarkham, a move that would destroy its peace and natural habitat forever. Wexford’s wife Dora joins the protest movement, but Wexford must be more circumspect. Trouble is expected.

Before the protesters even have a chance to make their presence felt, the badly decomposed body of a young woman is discovered. Burden believes he knows the identity of the murderer, but Wexford is not convinced.

Just as Wexford is about to investigate the murder, a number of people disappear – including Dora Wexford. The Chief Inspector must battle with his powerful emotions and solve the case immediately, before his wife is placed in any mortal danger…

I’m more on this vibe in the vid below :o)

P.S. I live with a UK POLICE TRAINED ADVANCED DRIVER. My Dad was one. And so is my brother. TRUTH.

Limitless Disgust

The TRUTH about the youtube Tartaria people.

Oh My GOD. I tried so very hard to get through.

I told FEB through a private email that someone was using my dead father’s name as a commenter on his channel and he’d already agreed with another Think Tanker that I was EVIL so he carried on abusing me in comments.

UAP declared that he’d invented something to cure psoriasis – which my youngest son has SUFFERED from since he was 3 years old. I’d already asked this channel creator (in private) to please stop his fave subs and mods from continuing their full on hate campaign against me. IGNORED.

My son’s daily pain – IGNORED.

Jon Levi promoted Sarah Tonen and “her” work based on Fomenko and NC – stolen word for word from me – along with Thin Lizzy and much more. I objected as the video played. JL deleted said video with nary an apology for the totally disgusting and very personal – against me – comments that his dearly God loved subs wrote to me.

These people. YOU TRUST THEM?



They don’t give a shit about YOU. They have one single care. THEMSELVES.

GOD’s HONEST TRUTH from someone who has seen them operate as so-called human people.

ZERO compassion. ZERO care. ZERO worry.


Time To EXPOSE The Depth of MY youtube ABUSE

Greta Brookes had so many haters and bans from the “tartaria” alt hists and their flying monkeys that she lost her life. Surely that was enough for them?

Not a bit of it.

Forget FEB and JL

– this came from a family that I’d supported with words and CASH. I never got a thank you from the family. Just a video where Dave agreed with Gracie and pretended to ban me.

I’d changed my yt profile to escape the hatred. Fernley Dale?

That was my part of my dead mother’s name.


Fernley’s mother’s ID card.

How nice of Gracie and partner to say that. NOT

Then FEB had a new commenter called David Greig. I sent an email to Martin telling him what was happening but he cared not one bit. Like ALL of the people in the shot of MY ytchan – they are so heartless they can use our dead loved ones to taunt and destroy us.

The very worst of all was a channel called UAP and his partner VENUS ROSE. They revelled in the fall of Greta Brookes…….but not so much that both of them could not steal and use her work to make money for themselves.

Beware False Prophets and The Devil’s Daughter. Sneaky as eff.

P.S. Even now SHE is posting about how LUST is good and make a person think they are in LOVE. Perfect Mates those two. Entertainment Purposes ONLY.


A Beautiful Autumn Day

It started early. I hate being chivvied so I did my protest, had another mug of coffee, wrote a shopping list and we ventured into town.

A Sunday morning lie-in is all well and good but not when the day is gorgeous and empty of traffic and full of bird song.

We had a big disagreement about people who were once close to us — as in our mate who was Family Liaison Officer in the Soham Murder Investigation. Long, boring story.

Himself was always the soldier. I was always the policeman when we were in the RMP.

Feeling the need for some light relief.

He’s never been a fan of Billy (MY Comedy HERO) but will admit he’s funny. We have both been long time fans of Kenny Everett.

Billy and Kenny were close mates.

Back With Thin Lizzy

I’ve always loved this band. The sound is unmistakeable.

We all know about Phil Lynott. The face. The voice. The druggy who died too young.

Few know about Gary Moore. Who – in my humble opinion – was one of the best guitarists ever born.

Moore joined and left the band a few times because he hated their incessant use of drugs and the fact that being high as kite ruined their live performances.

Good for him.

Yeh, whatever. Don’t Believe a Word I Say.


Logic Bomb via UH

Yes. I watched t’other one. WTF is he on about? Tattoo of naked sister?

LOGIC Bomb here…..Life IS What YOU Make It.

There has been and always will be weather systems/good people/bad people/love/hatred/joy/bitterness/have/have not/dark/light/brave/coward….et al.

This is NOT a revelation. We all know it.

When people spend all their time looking into the bad/dark/destruction/conspiracy/manipulation/evil/those who HAVE/confusion/delusion…et al, you know exactly what type of person you are facing.

A sad and lonely and totally effed up soul. A soul that has no idea which way is up. A LOST SOUL.

Living is hard. It always was. Then & now. Just do the best you can and be grateful for the GOOD.

Newton’s 3rd Law? Cause & Effect?


The operative word being – YOU.


Follow A Recipe?

Nah. Living on the edge here :o)

I’ve got me a brand new slow-cooker. £37.99p against £600 for oil? No contest.

Today I decided on a ham/gammon joint, on high, in the crock. A touch of chicken stock. A press of a button.

We also have Dijon Mustard Mash potatoes and Sweetheart cabbage with butter and about 3 tons of pepper.

I HATE Coke.

The last time I wilfully drank a whole can of it was on the ferry from Dover to Calais. It cures my seasickness. Nope. I lie. I had some last week. It also cures heartburn.

Ham and coke? MAPLE SYRUP? Just the thought makes my teeth want to fall out!

And y’all think I’m weird?

The Can of GREEN/BROWN Worms

This really goes way back before Dan Green and Dan Brown to The Holy Blood & The Holy Grail.

Wow. So much fame and fortune has been made from this.

I’ve been interested in “Dan Green” for a long time because of his links to Lincoln. And the Cathedral there.

Why? Well. Lincoln seems to have a special place in this whole thing.

Henry Lincoln.

The Da Vinci scenes filmed in Lincoln.

“Dan Green” living in Lincoln.

I have no qualms with what is now called “The Holy Bloodline.” It’s basic. Man meets woman. Gets jiggy. Child born.

My own research into the Magdalene led me down very different roads that seem to suggest the MSM’s fave Conspiracy Theory would make “Jesus” not only a child molester but incestuous. The common theme for today’s mind-set.


Anyway. Whatever.

P.S, I stopped listening to late night Radio (Luxemburg) when I was very young. I’m now old enough to value my sleep :o)

THE She-Wolf of France

No matter how beautiful she looked in Braveheart – Isabella of France has a very BAD reputation.

She finagled, lied, manipulated, defied, destroyed, betrayed and eventually murdered.

She hated Piers Gaveston and the Despensers (father and son) and got into such a hissy fit that she sailed home to Daddy. Daddy being the man who’d destroyed the Knights’ Templar.

According to MSM.

Daughter of Phillippe the Fair, Isabella married the son of Longshanks. Who may or may not have liked the pretty boys more than his wife. But, somehow, Isabella gave birth to Edward III of England.

But her son had her lover executed and his mother imprisoned for the rest of her life.

Bad, BAD BLOOD there.

It’s all making sense now :o)

And yes. I have Alison Weir’s book.

Nasi Goreng

I grew up with this dish.

We had an amah in Singapore and she taught my Mum how to make it.

Mum – being English – translated it to feed young kids and then older kids. I know the difference. I had authentic Nasi Goreng in Singapore a few years back. HOT as ….

Her recipe used pork, liver, prawns, omelette, spring onions and rice.

I used to line the the prawns up around the edge of my plate like Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief.

Then she’d make me eat all those fishy little beasties :o(

Enter the soy sauce.

Today I marinated the pork in sesame oil, hoisin and soy sauce before frying it.


My boys call it Nazi Goering. That’s what a good education will do to kids :o)

Whose Signature?

He’s the most famous writer in the history of History.

But he could hardly write.

I’m on the trail of the Phoenix and the Turtle. A clue into a deep mystery of history.

It’s the story of a woman (Phoenix) and a man (Turtle-Dove) who have a purely platonic relationship and both die in the flames to give birth to something everlasting.

And No. I don’t quite understand it yet but an illiterate usurer from Warwickshire did NOT write this.

In my humble opinion.

News of the Screws

That’s what we used to call this newspaper. It was renowned for salacious gossip.

This is a new one on me but Jackie Moulton is not new.

She was Lynda la Plante’s inspiration for D.I. Jane Tennison- played on TV by Helen Mirren.

Prime Suspect.

But this case is a complete surprise. The wife of Rupert Murdoch’s right-hand man?

Sheesh. Who’d be a multi-squillionaire Press Baron???

Another Puzzle Piece Placed : Michel de Montaigne

I have a 1991 paperback edition of Montaigne’s Essays – used for research into the mind of of the 16th/17th century person.

What this edition of mine completely lacks is any mention of the first translator of Montaigne into English and to whom he dedicated his works.

The translator was John Florio and he dedicated his work to two women…

Elizabeth Sidney Rutland and Penelope Devereux Rich.


Living On A Prayer!

Last week a nice man and his boys came here to look over my little car, Oliver.

Sell a car to save a car!

George, the main family car, is working on a prayer and a few expletives deleted. He needs an MOT.

We KNOW that work needs to be done so the £45 MOT charge will multiply exponentially based on the amount of work that needs to be done and the honesty of the garage mechanic.

C’est la vie chez moi.

One of my fave girls in Gibraltar was a Scot called Rae. She had a pash for the man she called Jon Bon Bloody Loveli.

Oh. Oh. We’re half way there – the potential buyer has made an offer :o)

OMG. That hair is glorious

Enter The Italians : Stage Right

I’m tracking packages today. All of them late.

A crockpot – much cheaper than £600 for 500 litres of oil.

Fabric that was meant to be here about 2 weeks ago and needed a Snot-o-Gram to get stuff moving.

And a Dame Frances Yates book.

About John Florio.

He’s the first Italian.

Spoiler : the second Italian is someone I’ve posted about many times before in the past 4 years. Giordano Bruno.

So happy to see EVERYTHING coming together to make a perfect picture.

BTW : Florio was NOT Shakespeare. In my Humble Opinion. But he was very connected to everything else about the Bard.

What a Co – Inky – Dink : Earl of Essex

I’ve been mired in genealogy again. Not quite as brain-destroying as Medieval Welsh families but close.

So many names and stories and histories that have crossed my path over the decades are converging in an investigation of just one man’s life.

Robert Devereux is fascinating. He’s also very connected to Sir Philip Sidney. And if you know your Tudor history – the name Sir Francis Walsingham will be quite familiar.

Sir FW’s daughter, Frances, married Philip Sidney and their only child was Elizabeth Sidney. See yesterday’s posts?

Shakespeare’s Muse of Fire (Phil) died aged around 31 and his wife then married Robert Devereux.

Robert was the brother of Penelope, who was the mother of Henry Rich —- who was the first extra-marital lover of Marie de Rohan and a close friend of George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, who married Katherine Manners, who was the niece of Sir Roger Manners who married Elizabeth Sidney.

Get it?

SMH. It gets even worse from here. I haven’t even started on the Italians :o)

Wilton House, Wiltshire

We lived just over a handful of miles from Wilton House – twice.

I used to visit it. An amazing place. A visit now would make it even more amazing for me !

Why Wilton House?

Here’s where I first met Sir Philip Sidney.

The house was owned by the Earl of Pembroke – husband of Sidney’s sister, Mary.

I swear that it’s here (but my brain may be faulty!!!) that there is an astonishing portrait of Henri Quatre, King of France, husband of Marie de Medici and father of Louis XIII and Henriette Marie, right at the top of a staircase.

Now there’s a nice link :o)

P.S. At about 25 seconds into the video below you’ll see a bridge. I remember VIVIDLY standing there and watching the water flow underneath.

Phoenix : The Muse of Fire

I’ve long been a fan of Sir Philip Sidney. He pops up through many avenues along my decades of research without shame or warning!

Right now I’m trying to research his only child. She seems to’ve been forgotten/neglected/overlooked/rejected :o(

Because she killed herself with poison? Or because her father and her aunt (Mary Sidney) were too famous in their own lifetimes as well as now?

Poor lass. She needs a voice.

All That She Wants Is Another Baby

It’s been almost 2 years since we lost Tsar. He was our 4th GSD and my baby.

I’m just about ready for another dog in my life. The boys would love one too so that’s 3 against one.

Our first GSD was with us when my eldest was born. Doggy came to Ulster with us and him and the little boy had such a wonderful relationship. To this day I can’t figure out how the two of them worked the scam but one or ‘t’other would distract me when my son was in his high chair eating and I’d suddenly find the dog finishing off the kid’s meal, on the floor, amongst loads of baby giggles.

There are NO bad dogs. Only bad owners. And GSD’s will protect their human family from all and everything.

P.S. I filmed this in our kitchen. FACT!

Rats & Gargoyles

Sometimes one’s child can say a sentence and bring a whole bunch of stuff to mind.

This morning he said : Mother. We’ve not seen a rat in the garden for months now. I’m a brilliant rat-trapper.

He’s also the one who kick started my brain many months ago when I was talking about those medieval faces on churches that were NOT gargoyles because they weren’t water-spouts. They were…..urm…..parental brain freeze.

Grotesques, Mother. They are called grotesques.

Offspring come in handy quite often :o)

I’m feeling a Rats and Gargoyles vibe and it’s grotesque.

So many are living in the CULT of fantasy. And less than a handful can escape this prison of their own making.

Two videos. One point.

Never try to make friends with a rat. No matter who pretty or witty or handsome they tell you they are!

Once trapped. Always trapped.

Mermaids, Are They Real?

Don’t be a Silly Simon.

YES. They are real. I saw a mermaid skeleton on FEB once. And THAT is TRUTH (!???!)

Seriously though.

Puhlease. Mermaids are about as real as the Scottish Highlands being PRIME real estate before some kind of reset. ALL mountains are melted buildings………..!

P.S. I have a tourist trinket statue of the Danish Little Mermaid on the rock, bought in Copenhagen by Himself.

Noice :o)

Ruy Lopez Opening : My World!

Ah! Compliments.

You’re looking radiant today, darling

WTF? After 3 nights of disjointed sleep.

You could pass for a teenager with those long, luscious legs

Don’t give me that gorgeous smile of yours every time you say something bad

I Know Him So Well!!!!

P.S. I have a headache and it’s not Christmas yet, love.


P.P.S. This song is from CHESS. Much of which was co-written by Benny and Bjorn. The two B’s in Abba.


Nope. Never.

Not when you’ve made a prison of your own words and actions and choices.

Sorry but that’s the truth unless…

…you are willing to take ALL the crap and the punishments and the rollercoaster ride that comes thereafter.

Skipping the groove on the vinyl is very whiskey-in-the- jarring – O.

Takes balls, mon brave.

Ancient Hatred : My Ancestors Are Shouting

My name is Greig.

Greig is a sept of Gregor.

Children of the Mist Sir Walter Scott called us because we spent so long under ENGLISH government proscription. Anyone was allowed to kill a MacGregor and never be punished for it.

Centuries later, I’m living the nightmare.

Royal is My Race. I have ancestors known to history. I have family members named after said ancestors.

NOW : since I released all this TRUTH over 3 years ago, I’m stalked by other people with “famous” Scottish ancestors. King Amanda the Viking Kitten is a case in point.

Heads up. Here’s why me and mine ended up in Fife on the East coast of Scotland. Far away from our Hielan’ Hame.

From day dot until I was 10 years old, I grew up with my Dad being called Jock. As soon as he joined the Lincolnshire police, he slowly lost his accent. He’s also buried here in Lincolnshire.

I had MacGregor Tartan Ribbons on my wedding cake……

I Use Tagliatelle : My Choice

When traveller-in-crime and I went to Italy – Rome and Venice – I was DETERMINED to eat authentic, made-on-the-spot Italian food. And I did :o)

Apart from the pizza. It was mass-produced and frozen. Said so on the box that we took back to the hotel room for a midnight snack.

The BEST meal I had was a Carbonara. On the street. From a restaurant less than 5 minutes walk from the hotel.


I always use tagliatelle. Dunno why. And bacon……..we don’t have an Italian butcher close by. And parmigiano reggiano. From Tesco.

MY kids love it too. Good job. We have it for tea tonight :o)

Did I just drool again?

POETS DAY & Cabbages

I quoted some of the poem below on yt yesterday and got a comment by someone who recognised the line. Yay!

Cabbages also occur in Coryat’s Crudities.

I recently cooked Colcannon – Irish mashed potatoes, cabbage and bacon.

And to push the point even further – the bits of fabric left over in dressmaking are called Cabbage.


Dark Angel & Revisionist History

I’d been watching a “documentary” about Mary Ann Cotton and got very bored with all the salacious details. So I did a bit of my own research.

MAC is best known as Britain’s First Female Serial Killer. Juicy fodder, yes.

Then I recently found this TV drama series called Dark Angel. What made me sit up was the Distribution Company – Endemol Shine.

The same TV company that contacted me about making a TV Drama series from my book. All negotiations fell through when they learned that I owned ALL RIGHTS. I’d’ve cost them a bloody fortune in fees.

The beginning of this drama is so far away from any of the yt Real Crime docs about her.

She lost four children in four years – hence she was a murder. Go figure!

P.S. The women’s clothing is fascinating :o)