After I broke up with Cathy I carried on working N.A.T.F.H.E. and got interested in an American girl temping across the office from me. I learned later that Janine Wright was a C.I.A. Much later.

We went to South Africa, she went to Cuba and we broke up after I had taken voluntary redundancy from the union, thinking I would easily find another job when required. How foolish I was. Life at Stanhope Gardens was okay though in Harringay. I had met a guy named John Hall in the neighbourhood, became friends with him. He will crop up later as a fink. I introduced John to Christiane when he took a secretary position at the union too on a temporary basis before I left.

In the meantime, after breaking up with Janine and floating around Harrigay for months, working on the rail part-time as a trackman working nights on a weekend, I upped sticks and moved to my cousin Allison’s place near Chepstow. Mark, her husband, now ex-, is an engineer and we got on well. Two finks.

It was 1997 and I logged in to “Friends Reunited” to search for friends but it was early days for the internet in South Africa and the only person I met there was Sue Bamford, my friend from London.

Then Friends Reunited announced that they were including military units in the South African profiles and I sent a scathing e-mail and discontinued use.

What I did not know is I was being used. This will startle you.

You see, I was recommended by mother for the African National Congress at a young age…soon after arriving, when my Mum was recruited by Nelson at a rally in town where she arrived unperturbed and asked for a drink. She took a long time with it, sitting alone in the back for she knew it was going to be long roads before the end of apartheid. She asked for the work and they gave it to her. Her results were all sent to the HQ in South West Africa and they knew it would be long for the work to run dry as they knew she was good at keeping her mouth closed.

It led to my commission at Wits to lieutenant with all the confines of it. I used it to establish a way of being without knowing, coming and going in Johannesburg like a cop without need for care but I can still remember the use of it for I did not give a fuck about the right of all, I used it to deceive and foment the raw energy of the oppression into salve for the poor.

By the time I left South Africa I was colonel to the Addia which is the right way of saying the corp known as A.N.C. now that it is all forgotten to the people.

All this I did not know at the time. In 1993 there was a transfer of authority in the South African Defence Force and I achieved the rank of colonel in the S.A.D.F.. This led to me being transposed to the U.N. when it appeared I had gone aloof and achieved standard in the trade union movement as an officer which they, the white South Africans, did not like. I had left but South Africa had not left me. I had a military adjunct installed on my address in the use of it, the term used for the defence of America in the time of Dwight D Eisenhower and now it is about the use of it and not the time. This adjunct is a micro-switch in N.O.R.A.D. which gave me the right to send e-mail to the U.S. State Department like in “The Three Days of the Condor” and to the British Ministry of Defence who did not know they did not own me yet. And to the U.N.

So when I sent “that” e-mail to the Friends Reunited, it went to U.S. and British military without me knowing along with my rank. This led to the U.S. doing a face look at Britain and deciding it was about to go to war with South Africa. This led to a brigade of South Africans from the S.A.D.F. before the elections being shot down in their ideas and some arrested including the brigadier named Piet Toon, the one who knows and that means he is Afrikaner Weerstand Beweging (A.W.B.)

The U.S. State Department attorney who fielded the issue was Hilary Clinton. She asked and it was put to the President then, George Bush, that I be allowed to make a long term change to the U.S. Special Forces and that took place. I was seconded from the South African Defence Force to the Army with the name Bruce E Saunders attached and that remains. Hilary did her sailing upon her yacht “The Evening Star” of Arkansas.

It took a while before they all started asking what about my passport. I had done it too having convinced the law I was sane and I asked for S.A., i.d. and a passport in 1994 after the first free and fair elections in the country.

This led to me being accepted for dual nationality and the right to carry two passports. There came time to do something and I elected to return to university to redo my engineering degree. I chose Bath because it was near and the town seems pretty and quiet for a four year study period for my Masters. I tried and did get accepted on my matriculation results and then I found out that I was just passed the limit for retention of credits and I had to do the whole course without respite from the young and weary like the lecturers were.

It could have been the short and long of it but time told and sure enough I got in trouble from the start by showing my mind to the student population when they were interested in sex and rum and not rum and sex which is the way to be.

What am I? I am the Devil. I am temptation.

Brigadier Piet Toom’s stage name is Robert di Nero. I shall put the date in here because this is an active book by which I mean that some of this forms part of an ongoing investigation, the whodunnit. Di Nero did four years and after his stint in prison he did Cape Fear, such was his new physique from the yard. 1/6/2010

Glynnis Breakwell’s real name is Kobus – Fia Kobus of the late Schutte clan (i.e. the Broederbond member who had been Head Master at my High School, Greenside, of which Mark Kydd-Coutts M.D. (Ha!) and Kobus’ friend Aaron Mute, also of the Broederbond, is in town (Bath) tonight looking for ame s he has an excuse not to recognise me. Ernst and Young is Henry Kobus and Ibis Young of the Quest variety now called the “rem and sten” as in gun.

Al Gore’s real name is Auf Tonne of Quest and Silent Night like Julian F V Vincent of Bath and his wife Tipper has splendid legs for a stripper.

Someday I’ll tell you how we, that is the British, defeated Hitler, Eisenhower and Japan in World War Two which was all about, on secret agreement between Japan and Eisenhower, weapons technology and a race to create an atomic weapon under the necessary war conditions.

Now, my episode with Friends Reunited resulted in its closure and my acceptance into the C.I.A. unknown to me but that is not to say that I escaped without the attention of the Afrikaner hierachary and this brings into play Quest, a secret organisation little known in the West until now.

Around this time I bought some cheap wet-weather gear and went to the Bureau of Offshore Sailing and completed my Day-skippers ticket. I went on a race from Leamington-Spa to Portland Bill. That is the last time I sailed.

I have a single tattoo, from a time when it was risqué and exotic in the early ‘90’s. I went to Saints in Maida Vale and had a seahorse on my back, small and on the shoulder-blade. My distinguishing mark apart from my scars which are growing steadily in number.

As I say, as a full colonel in secret I went to the Bath University to do mechanical engineering. I did not know I was being sent to my death by Allison and Mark Crane, paid for my Magnus Malan in 1993 when I got my adjunct. Surprise it was when I learned of this fact.

I have developed a habit and that is to do what I will in the face of authority to see what it will do. Again and again I do what impulses me and I watch the fall-out.

I arrived at University £2000 in debt on my overdraft but managed to find a job at Starbucks, newly opened in town, which saw me good for money along with some work on the railway tracks which I continued into my degree. In my second year I got a £10 000 loan from a bank which together with working at Mo Kisciwisc’s Learning Support Unit on campus saw me through my degree except for a period at AmbaMedical (now a dildo factory) in Bristol. I finished a four year Masters with a 2(1) and was offered something I always had thought would be out of reach. I looked at my marks – 62% and I knew something was up but I did not know what. I did not dispute it but I knew that they had been massaged. I was soft and blind then.

Bath in those days was a quaint smoke blackened town of 200 000, called a city by virtue of its Abbey and world renowned for its Roman Baths. In fact it is a world heritage site now. I lived on campus in the first six months and met a Bath girl named Madeleine Innerd. She moved out of her boyfriends place and we moved into a flat next to the railway lines on the Wells Road for four months then we split up, staying friends. We each found separate accommodation at 11 Catherine Place Bath, in bedsits on separate floors, me in 13 on the third floor and she in 11 on the second. The landlord, Bob Sparkes was a decrepit old prick who insisted on coming into our rooms when we were not there to collect the rent with his set of keys which is against the law. His son, Martin, is still there in his rooms on the groundfloor and Saffron Rabey lived in the basement. He is an osteopath.

I did not hang out with other students, remaining aloof of them socially and going to the Bell pub most nights I was free, on Walcott Street, thereby limiting my excursions into the greater Bath. I did not like Bathonians and thought them all too close to the farm for comfort. They have no sense of urgency but instead want to languish over a Sunday roast and tennis. Even if it is a nutroast for the vegans.

I grew to know few on campus but I joined the radio for a brief spell and the samba band. Coffee breaks smoking in the campus pub were accompanied by Chris Kirk and Fernando and Sean and Elaine Odges amongst a few.

Geopolitically Bath is laid out on the meander of the river Avon, clinging to the slopes of the surrounding seven hills and spilling over in some places to the plains above. They call it a university town now and there are four campuses, the University of Bath on its hill overlooking the city, Bath Spa out of town to the west by a couple of miles, Sion Hill on the hillside to the north and Bath City College in the downtown area.

Datemark 2/6/2010 – a few days ago I blew the fuse on the Bath SU for recording me in my flat and I went to the van Morrison gig in Bath today and found it cancelled unannounced with no sign of any movement. Then I went back and found my way to the right field and had a good time, embarrassing dope dealers peddling their wares for the crowd.

I have learned to hate paperwork fairies like Prince Harry. If you think I think he didn’t understand what was happening as did Robert di Nero to use his stage-name, then let me tell you another thing.


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