It is a few minutes to midnight and the full moon is baring its light down upon a grassy valley, steeped with various houses and deep deep forests that spread out across the bottom of the valley. In the middle of this valley is a small river,called the Tranquil Stream. It is said that it has healing powers and can make a blind man see again. Our story takes us to a small village south of the valley region. The village of Arcadian. It isn't like any of the other villages, ever since the news broke out that a small boy had the Holy Grail in his posession. Many men have searched and have gone on quests that have led them nowhere. They return empty handed and with frowns and saddened faces.Many men come back with the wounds and blood stained armour from the fierce Elexus- an enormous snake with legs and twelve human-like eyes each a different colour. Some say these eyes were taken away from men that it has slayed, but this is all myth. With only a few hours till the rising of the twelve Suns, the local villagers of Arcadian get as much shut eye as they can. There has been spread news that other villages are all uniting and forming an army to capture the boy who has the Holy Grail. The only reason this has not already happened is because the boy is currently being protected under a spell by a powerful wizard- Arfados Grantious. Arfados is a tallish wizard with a purple wizards hat that has a sharp point at the top. His clothes changes colour by the hour and his longish black hair is tied into a pony tail. His shoes are always branded with the Nike logo. Arfados has expensive tastes in fashion but is a fair and gentle man as wizards of these regions come. However the wizard's spell couldn't be made permanent. By the Courts of Magic, this type of protective spell can only be active for 28 days. After that it is useless. To be continued........
On January 4th 2005, I was presented before the district Judge of Greenwich Magistrates court for 10AM. The cuffer had put the cuffs on too tight but in her eyes, she didn't have time for humanity. After the prosecution made me out to be Osama Bin Laden or Jack the Ripper, my defence solicitor got up and went on and on in my defence. I had my surity sitting in the public gallery willing to put up 2000 pounds bail money. The district judge refused and I was handcuffed yet again and could not look at my mother in the eyes as I were led down chalk white coloured passageway back to my dungeon where the cuffs were taken off and the door slammed shut behind me. The door to my dungeon opened and an angry looking young man came and said that I had a legal visit and was pushed into a small room with my solicitor looking as concerned as I was. My solicitor said I would be going to HMP Belmarsh in Woolwich. I didn't know much about this prison except all the prison officers were very much like the Nazi and the prison had a reputation for inhumanities beyond comprehension. I felt my heart going as he confirmed that it would be tough. I said goodbye to him and was dragged by the scruff of my neck back into my dungeon. I had a cooked lunch consisting of beef hotpot and two slices of stale bread chucked at me. I also had coffee thrown at me and was told to "Fucking eat you shitface"! At four pm, the dungeon door opened for the last time and I was double handcuffed and led down some stairs into the back of a prison van or sweatbox. At this moment of time I felt numb. The emotions had not arisen yet. I was simply a body without any control- a person who became numb due to the shock and the transition from normality to a bizarre new reality. The van sprang into life and as we rolled out of the court car park, we started out twenty minute journey to HMP Belmarsh. To be continued....
I guess you will be in prison now and didnt get any network access. I dont suppose they let you have a computer in your cell so thats why you never continued it. We will probably have to wait 10 years to hear what happened. However that doesnt stop anyone speculating I reckon he was convicted of removing one of those tags thats on your gas meter - the one that says "do not remove - under penalty of law" But it turns out he didnt do it, he got caught up in a Russian spy scandal to do with two russian spys who had to recover Ghandis Flip-flops from the Ghandi Museum in India so that the Russians could recreate him from DNA that was on a buckle from when he once got a blister on his foot. you can imagine the rest but I think thats how it all began I also think that his lawyer might be Kavanagh QC as played by John Thaw but the real life one. His wife was an up-and-coming East End female Boxer who used to be a mud wrestler and his son is now mentally scarred forever and it becomes the story of how he was framed by the Khazakstan Secret Service who also wanted the flip-flops and they sent Borat (Their best agent) to fit him up.
