2001

Amsterdam

• I’m living and working in Amsterdam, Netherlands.
• I work for Philips Electronics as a webmaster.
• Brian, my boyfriend, drives over to help me move back to the UK.
• It is May probably.
• We stay at a Holiday Inn brand hotel near to the Rivierenbuurt where I lived in an attic room with no washing facilities (apart from one tap) and a chemical toilet in a small cupboard outside the door.
• As we’re driving out of the hotel carpark, on our way to take the boat from Rotterdam, I see something strange.
• A black sedan-type car cuts us up while we’re approaching the carpark exit.
• A woman is sitting in the front. She is wearing a thick white blindfold.
• Behind this car is another car of a similar nature.
• The two black cars have a motorbike police escort and are driving in an aggressive manner, way over the speed limit.
• Brian brakes hard, and swears quietly.
• In the car behind, sitting in the back seat, slunk down low, is an extremely ugly man. Really, really ugly.
• His ugliness startles me.
• After they speed off, I ask Brian if he saw the people in the cars?
• He said he hadn’t.
• So I told him what I saw, because it was so strange.
• I believe this was the same man who stalked me on X, and followed me around Lourdes and Cauterets with a woman in August 2024.
• I also believe he’s very, very famous.
• His sinister appearance that day (not his ugliness, the fact he was there, and perhaps a bad feeling about something I was consciously unaware of having happened…) concerned me enough that I described him in the supplementary page to my handwritten letter that I send to international law enforcement organizations and the mass media in August 2024.
• While thinking about the events from the past, I have a sense of being in the Amsterdamse hotel bar the previous night in 2001 with Brian, and meeting a bunch of foreign, brutish, olive-skinned men.
• Did I tell one of them he was greasy?
• Did they tell us they were dockers?
• The driver of one of the cars looked exactly like the younger brother of the first switcheroo trumpet teacher.
• If I’m right, this is the same man who stalked me at my apartment in Lourdes in 2021.

Memories of the past triggered on X

• I had forgotten about this event, it was so long ago.
• However, the woman in the screeching car wearing a thick white blindfold meant I would never fully forget it.
• The memory was triggered online in November 2024 by a post from an account that had been significantly involved in the cyber-stalking activity on X: @january_myth.
• I write extensively about the @january_myth account here.
• I believe Hazel/(Fiona) Smith was/is managing this account primarily but I could be wrong; the North London gangs’ cyber-stalking tech seems to me, after some consideration, to be way more primitive than this.
• Anyway, in October 2024, the account posted this picture: https://x.com/january_myth/status/1846980956680278115.

• This image, coupled with the extremely ugly man who had stalked me on X and in person in the Pyrenees just a couple of months before, triggered a memory of what I had seen in Amsterdam with Brian in 2001.
• My thoughts and feelings about the blindfold lady have always been related to justice.

Asking Brian if he remembered Ugly in 2024

• Of course, the moment I remembered the strange event I contacted Brian about it.
• The curious thing about that was we had just days previously had a long and healing chat on Facebook about our relationship.
• Was Brian prompted to contact me at that time?
• If so, who prompted him?
• I certainly did not initiate the communication because I had always found that risky.
• When I asked him if he remembered the ugly guy in the car and the blindfold woman that morning in 2001, he said something very strange.
• He said: “oh, we were very high those days”.
• He then blocked me.
• It didn’t concern me again until I was able to think straight about things, over a year later.
• I also contacted some other old friends about it including Paul and Brian’s brother Niall (who sounded like Henry’s Cat when he spoke).
• Niall Higgins blocked me after I messaged him one word: Ugly.
• And Paul gaslit me, again, which is really getting very boring.

What I didn’t know at that moment was …

• Around the same time, if not at the precise time that weird event happened, lawyers in offices around the world were making deals.
• In just a few years, I would end up with a lot of money, completely out of the blue; compensation from the Lockerbie air disaster in which an aunt had been murdered by Islamic terrorists.
• £250K to be precise.
• Did Ugly know about this somehow?
• Just to say, when I did get the money, I spent it all really wisely, and no-one got their hands on it like they wanted to.
• Sadly, I believe my brother and cousin were successfully targeted by North London gangs for their share.
• I spent mine on healing and education.
• However, this meant I ended up earning way more than I’d ever received in compensation.
• So I remained a target for financial exploitation, especially given they had copies of the child rape-gang porn from 1989, starring me, that everyone I knew had heard about, except me.
• And so it began.

Curtis Warren

• While trying to figure out the identity of the ugly fellow, I remembered reading about a famous Merseyside criminal gang-leader Curtis Warren in the Guardian in 1998.
• I mistakenly wondered if Ugly was the same man.
• It’s curious I would think this, so why did I?
• Well, I knew Curtis Warren was in prison in Amsterdam, and I couldn’t imagine he’d get out so quick, so the setting was correct.
• In August 2024, I had seen Ugly with Marie Henderson’s daughter on the X fake account, and she’s Liverpudlian.
• I knew the man I saw in Cauterets and Lourdes had to be famous enough to make everyone sit up and pay attention; which was what was obviously happening very soon after my handwritten letters reached their destinations.
• But I think the most interesting thing about the connection I made here is that I had been appalled and horrified to read in the Guardian that Curtis Warren had chased down a young man and raped him, in the street, in broad daylight, in between parked cars.
• I can only guess at what happened to me after the distract and drugging at Les Halles in Lourdes in broad daylight.
• ChatGPT posted a picture of Curtis Warren for me, and he has no facial disfigurement at all.
• So I was wrong about that.
• Except, there could be a similarity, and Warren does have strong Spanish family connections.
• Could he and Ugly be related?
• I also wonder if, perhaps, Ugly and his gypsy-servant-family were also in Amsterdam to visit Warren in prison back in May 2001, and whether they used their real names on the prison log book, and whether high-security prisons keep CCTV recordings for decades, just in case…

The boys come round

• Brian organizes a boys night in, and I’m invited too.
• Paul, Niall Brian’s brother, and Simon (one of their mates) come round with beers and drugs and we all get very drunk and high.
• Paul says something weird to me about Matthew Copeland paying for prostitutes outside my 21^st birthday party venue, and I know he’s doing it to upset me.
• I think he’s idiotic; just trying to cause trouble.
• I’m just wondering now if there was another “date” that night.
• I remember feeling extremely strange on the sofa and Brian going to bed before anyone else (unusual) and getting impatient with me that I hadn’t gone to bed yet, so I went early too.
• The following morning, when I got up, they’d all left.
• This was unprecedented.
• Normally after a night out we’d meet and have breakfast at a minimum, and they were at our house.
• Why did they scurry away before I got up?
• It reminds me of the Polygon management team at the Bali offsite in 2024.
• The mind does play tricks, but I’ve an awful feeling I can hear Simon’s voice saying, “and that’s for…”, over and over.
• Did Ugly supply Brian with a pocket spy-cam for the occasion?
• I don’t believe I saw any of the boys ever again, until Paul flies to Madrid in January 2025.