S,U.MM,A.R,Y or summit like dat

You've read what she said now here is what she really means: (Free translation service provided by All_you_need_is_love)


Allove productions presents: A play in four acts. A summery of the events of the last few days as screamed by the internet harpie Mizz Malicity Loude. Take it away Mizz Lewde.

A woman walks on stage. It is empty.

A long spotlight beams onto her face.

She is carrying the spotlight.

She begins to sing in a voice which goes from out of tune hell-bound screeching to window-shattering whining in one note.

Noticing the stalls are empty and the last reviews she received are from last years papers which blow in the doors of the empty theatre, she screams louder.

Here are her words:


Sunday, 25 May 2008
Good grief (She's off again)

I never talk about my false accuser. Did you hear me? I NEVER talk about her. At all, ever.

I never even talk about how little I talk about her. Did you hear me? I NEVER EVER talk about her or talk about how little I talk about her. At all, ever.

I never take anything she has written about and make a post out of it. Did you hear me I NEVER EVER talk about her or talk about how little I talk about her or read what she writes. At all, ever.

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Have I mentioned a judge I met recently hadn't read a charge sheet in front of him?

Have I mentioned recently that my trail Counsel was trying to prevent me from presenting evidence for HIS OWN PERSONAL REASONS? In the little play I was running in my head he wanted me and I spurned him. That is why he stopped me from presenting 4000 excellent recipies to the court, IT WAS PERSONAL!

I helped my solicitor compile them you know. Girlie giggle and guess what I am hinting at ??!!

Saturday, 24 May 2008
Today

Have I mentioned recently that my trail Counsel did not treat me with the due care I feel I should be given? Dammit, he should have been on his hands and knees worshipping me!

Have I mentioned I had 4000 excellent recipies to share and I never got the chance?

My solicitor helped me compile them you know. Girlie giggle and guess what I am hinting at ??!!

Have I mentioned a judge I met recently was negligent?

Can you believe I have been accused of harassment two and NOT for the first time? Well, the fact I have been accused three times and the conviction was upheld after appeal this last time, has TAUGHT ME NOTHING AT ALL except for the fact I am even more innocent and lovely and delicate than ever. It was all the barrister's fault those last times.

Every time I am accused of harassment, it is a vendetta against me and NOTHING to do with the fact that I am a (convicted and upheld) stalker, a liar, a maligner of innocent people, a slanderer, an intimidator, a harasser, an email and a phone pest. That sort of behaviour tends to make courts find one guilty no matter how loudly one screams the opposite. Courts are so picky.

I refer to my solicitor by his first name. Girlie giggle and guess what I am hinting at ??!!

Wonder if I can find a judge stupid enough to believe me as white as I paint myself?

Today though I just felt like burying my head under a pillow and forgetting the existence of the world and his wife but I fought against it and here I am in the internet cafe again. You lucky lucky people.

Have I mentioned I had 4000 excellent recipies to share?

Everyone in the world knows about Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you know.

Friday, 23 May 2008
Thoughts on Harassment 2 and its many victims

Have I mentioned a judge I met recently was an ass?

I am a convicted (and upheld) stalker, a liar, a maligner of innocent people, a slanderer, an intimidator, a harasser, an email and a phone pest but that does not matter as the law regarding this (Harassment2) is used by malicious people to make false alligations about others.

The way I see it, that makes me innocent. Hooray.

All the world's a stage and the men and women are but my victims

My best friend, my source of strenght, my confidant, my provider of sandwiches, my solicitor (who was not in court with me) has not told me that my appeal has been dismissed. My conviction for being a stalker, a liar, a maligner of innocent people, a slanderer, an intimidator, a harasser, an email and a phone pest has been upheld. No, he did not tell me, an anon commenter on my blog told me.

Trail Counsel was not faithful to me, the adulterous MAN.

The CPS barrister actually dared to do his job and interupted me. He is a MAN too.

They actually wanted me to tell the truth you know, they tried to be the puppeteers who manipulated this Judy into telling the what really happened. If only I had a cosh to make a Punch out of them. MEN!

Have I mentioned the judge was not listening. He did not look at me with the lovelight in his eyes and gently and delicately examine the FOUR LEVER ARCH FILES I laid before him as my offering to his manliness. The MAN!

I am as Desdemona stabbed by my betrayer of a Trail Counsel.

This is a complicated case. You might think that this case was about me being a stalker, a liar, a maligner of innocent people, a slanderer, an intimidator, a harasser, an email and a phone pest but it is much more complex than that. A whole four lever arch files more complicated.

I am innocent, I said so in emails to my solicitor therefore it is true. If I write it on my blog or email it, that makes it true. End of.

By the 2nd day I had a partially walking leg, badly stressed hair and tired broken fingernails and it was all Trail Counsel's fault I wanted him to intimidate the CPS witnesses but he wouldn't.

He dared suggest my 4000 recipies were irrelevant! So I went on the stand and tried to introduce evidence myself. I interupted Trail Counsel. I interupted the judge. Just because someone asks you to stop doing something (like harassing them for instance) why on Earth should you if you are in the right????

So because things were not going my way, I am suffering today. Because of partially walking leg, badly stressed hair and tired broken fingernails, I can only make it as far as the internet cafe to blog, I cannot make it to the court to attend my own appeal that I wanted held.

So I faxed the judge hearing my appeal. Yes, I wanted the judge to hear my side without the interuption of my trail Trail Counsel, CPS or anyone else trying to get me to tell the truth.

Now I am considering going to the CCRC and dragging my sorry arse, sorry this, sorry saga out for another round. Now, what symptoms can I come up with if that one doesn't go my way?

I didn't have enough time since I was origionally convicted (and jailed) of this charge, nearly a year ago to prepare an appeal. That was the problem.

1 year, 4000 pages, 200 hours, 4 lever arch files were just were not enough time and effort to prepare an appeal against my conviction.



Thursday, 22 May 2008
Guilty, apparently ( The judge thought I was, when dismissing my appeal)

I haven't spoken to my solicitor, he seems curiously hard to get on the phone but I just know he arranged an ajourment. We are like * that * you know. Girlish giggle.

Trail council ... it was his fault.

The judge is not to blame yet but I expect I'll put my claws in him later.

Update re lies/illusions below...

I faxed the judge hearing my appeal. Yes, I wanted the judge to hear my side without the interuption of my trail Trail Counsel, CPS or anyone else trying to get me to tell the truth.

Have I mentioned my two biggest pieces of evidence? Time to exhibit the badly stressed hair and tired broken fingernails, I think. Off I go to the Doc and not to the court which is full of those nasty people wanting to get on with their lives which continue to be interupted by my using the courts as a revolving door.

It is not going my way so I feel an accusation of betrayal coming on. Wonder who this one will land on?

My solicitor and I spent 200 hours alone ... TOGETHER compiling the evidence. Girlie giggle and guess what I am hinting at ??!! At the end of that time, he finally agreed that I should submit it all, albeit through gritted teeth and with the words, "if you must".

Update:

Now that he knows I am not there my solicitor (girlish giggle) is in court.

I am waiting to see the doctor by sitting in an internet cafe and logging into streamsofuttergoo every two hours or so.

I got an mass mail invite to some free exhibit or other in the local museam. See, the leaflet distributers where I live don't care that I am up before the beak. So much for the influence of the mighty Judges!

Update: Trail council has run screaming from the case whilst tearing his hair out. To think they say men can't multi-task!


Remember, all you need is love!


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How to make sickly poor grade chocolate muffins

You've read what she said now here is what she really means: (Free translation service provided by All_you_need_is_love)

Please only use quality ingredients or everyone will doubt your integrity as a cook!

50g (2oz) Dark broken-up brooding and malice
75g (3oz) Cowardice
1 tbsp BS (just enough to give the clear fragrant smell)
200g (8oz) Self-raising praise
Half tbsp God-bothering
75g (3oz) Sickly sweet insincere sugar (which quickly turns)
50g (2oz) Paranoia
1 Rotten egg
142ml Soured cream
142ml Bitter orange

(Reader suggestion by Slappy McSquirrel)
A bushel of sour grapes

(Optional)
A little sprig of honesty
A little hint of introspection
A pinch of reality

Icing
100g (4oz) Stalking
500g (20oz) Harassment
(with very little decent blogging to bind them)

Method
Bring all together in a suitable container
(Although finding one of these may be a bit of a trial)

Do not over-doo doo the BS, it puts people off.
(And it a bit of a transparent excuse for poor muffins)

If you don't want your cooking to be a repeat of cooking past, please add all the optional ingredients.

Remember all good cooks stay with their cooking to the end!

eh voila! Let them eat cake:

Remember, all you need is love!


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I NEVER EVER talk about Special Branch ... E,V,E,R

You've read what she said now here is what she really means: (Free translation service provided by All_you_need_is_love)



Remember, all you need is love!


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Why must you be an ASBO breaker .....

You've read what she said now here is what she really means: (Free translation service provided by All_you_need_is_love)

Leave me to talk about things

..... I might actually write something showing rare intelligence, insight and sympathy about the shocking things that went on in Nazi concentration camps.

However I shall ruin it in the next paragraph by referring to my false accuser and call her a fascist. What, did you think I was going to turn into a moving, logical and considerate writer ? Hah! That will be the day!

I never talk about my false accuser. Did you hear me? I NEVER talk about her. At all, ever.

I never even talk about how little I talk about her. Did you hear me? I NEVER EVER talk about her or talk about how little I talk about her. At all, ever.

I never take anything she has written about and make a post out of it. Did you hear me I NEVER EVER talk about her or talk about how little I talk about her or read what she writes. At all, ever.

I never ever take a pop at anyone she links to either. Did you hear me I NEVER EVER talk about her or talk about how little I talk about her or read what she writes or take a pop at her friends in the Bloggospheresville. At all, ever.

I worked at the Special Branch once. I never received a pay packet from them, mind you, but I worked there as a fab ace brilliant inspired researcher. They let me through their front doors (there is a mistake they will never repeat!) so that counts as being employed by them. I also get to pronounce to everyone the official Special Branch line on everything. If they do not believe me or let me lead their special gang, then I reserve the right to stalk and harass the bejabbers out of them. I think the Special Branch would approve. I know how they think, you know.

I wish everyone would stop writing about WW2 as I am clearly the only one who knows anything about it. Just like I want to be the Oracle for what the Special Branch are thinking, I should be the beginning and end of all research about what went on before I was born.

No-one should write about anything that went on unless they were actually there. No-one except me, that is, and I should be regarded as the fount of all knowledge about everything.

Have I mentioned I have no appreciation for irony whatsoever?

Remember, all you need is love!


Newspeak: tendancies, chunterers “their must be something wrong”


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An old bag gast'...

You've read what she said now here is what she really means: (Free translation service provided by All_you_need_is_love)
I never talk about my false accuser. Did you hear me? I NEVER talk about her. At all, ever.

I never even talk about how little I talk about her. Did you hear me? I NEVER EVER talk about her. At all, ever.

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Here is me blathering on about a case I read about in the newspaper and because I once was allowed into the national archives (there is a mistake they will never repeat!) I know all about the truth of crimes just by reading about them in papers, it is a gift I have.

I can even open a box of papers faded and torn with age and construct a social history of Lonnon, erm…. Lundon…erm Londonenn…..er.. this city, out of them.
I am ace fab private detective me. Did I mention I went into Psychiatry with a degree in Clinical Psychology from a Polytecnic (sp)? Cos I did!

Did I mention how much I hate young, fit, pretty girls with all of their lives before them? I especially hate those who have book deals. You know what I think of those with profitable book deals AND good looks.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH!

I am also an expert on the Australian police and media psyche now after reading about the country in a Travel Agent’s window. Unfortunately Going Places don’t let you try before you buy so I have to write this analysis going on what I read on a big pink and yellow poster.

Without any irony whatsoever, I think that all women who commit crimes should be charged with their crimes whether their names are Tracy or Joanne.
Or T-R-A-C-E-Y, as it is actually spelled. But as I have always said, spelling is for plebs and English teachers.

Also, without any evidence whatsoever, I have guessed-solved the mystery of what happened in the Australian desert that night. I think she has not got handcuffs on because no-one could get their hands over their head (wasn't it under her bum, that she claimed - Ed. no1) I am too old and fat to raise my arms over my head as this girl has claimed to do. Therefore no-one could do it, least of all a young, fit, pretty girl. Oh and then again, if she did have them on, her boyfriend did it. There you go, mystery solved.

If I had a boyfriend, I would not murder them in this way, oh no. Especially as most of them do not seem over-keen on getting into cars with me after we have had a few dates. Strange that.

It is so unfair that good-looking women always get away with their crimes especially (and this is the sooooo unfair bit) there is no evidence to convict them whatsoever.

Must go to the £1 shop for some make-up. Have a big appointment in a few days and I want to be good-looking for it.



Remember, all you need is love!


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This old twaddle

You've read what she said now here is what she really means: (Free translation service provided by All_you_need_is_love)

There will be a lot of questions about, this post. I know this as I will write them all. The only non-sockpuppet questions that appear, I shall miss the point of or ignore completely instead.

I am well-qualified to review this high-flouting book on “Jeebus gets into a scrape” as I have seen the cover and it look good. Innit.

Did I mention this book looks sensible? Unfortunately WhSmith don’t let you try before you buy so I have to write this analysis going on what I read on the back cover.

Here are all the areas of the book I can relate to, based on the colour of the cover alone.

Next will follow a load of twaddle, feel free to skip over it as it is only my own inane ramblings borne out of the anger and resentment I feel towards Churches and ministries who have not agreed with every word out of MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Have I mentioned that every Church I find is super for a while but then once they get to know me and I ask them to back me in all I say and do......., well, let’s just say there is a parting of the ways.

Now more toe-curling ramblings about Jeebus and how having money is a bad thing. You need money to run a home and pay bills you know but I have freed myself from all earthly responsibilities such as those. Working for a living? I shudder at such commonness!

It is a pity I cannot bag my words you know, there is great money in compost.

Once there was someone who prayed to God, I would leave them the fuck alone and stop harassing them. Their prayers came to pass and mine did not.

Before you want something, consult with God. I have recently and guess what is coming to me? I bet it comes this very Month as well. I shall be getting all I deserve.

I am pure big on Jeebus and Churches, religion is like a supermarket to me, follow a bit there, leave that bit on the shelf there. Ignore the “love thy neighbour” bit.
However, being a convicted stalker, a liar, a maligner of innocent people, a slanderer, an intimidator, a harasser, an email and phone pest tends to put churches off. Churches are so picky!

Everyone is entitled to learn from his or her mistakes just as I am entitled to never admit to mine.

Newspeak: attenders, fulfil, Gospe'l

PS THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END IN 100 YEARS! I went into Psychiatry with a degree in Clinical Psychology from a Polytecnic so I know all about these things!



Remember, all you need is love!


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Lightning tithe

You've read what she said now here is what she really means: (Free translation service provided by All_you_need_is_love)


Now I am courting the Christians for support. Soon I shall be asking them to join in speaking up against the conspiracy against me. They love a good martyr do the Christians. Not long after that I shall be denouncing them as being in league with the devil, after all, their belief system only stretches to believing a terrestrial being made the Earth in 7 days, it would not stretch to believing moi to be as innocent as I paint myself.

In the meantime, I agree with EVERYTHING they say.

I am currently shopping around for a new church as the old one has taken to ringing me on Sunday mornings and telling me they have a surplus of believers booked in for that week.

Every Church I find is super for a while but then once they get to know me and I ask them to back me in all I say and do......., well, let’s just say there is a parting of the ways.

I hate people who pretend that they have a direct channel to the Lord Jeebus when everyone who is anyone knows I am the only one who has. After all, we both spent time at HM’s pleasure and what could create a stronger association that THAT? I hate people even more who have views contrary to mine, therefore I hate Kenneth Moore. Star-gazing wannabee that he is, he NEVER looks at or acknowledges MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Beware of false profits!

Especially those who have book deals. You know what I think of those with profitable book deals AND opinions contrary to mine.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH!

I have spoken, let that be the end of the matter.

Someone dared asked me to contribute to the basket being passed around in the only Church in London who had not had a warning fax with my details sent to them yet. How DARE they ask for donations??!!

If I had wanted to give donations to Church or State, I would have given up stalking, got a proper job and kept up with my bill payments. Tsk

Here I will just put a load of ill-phrased, contradictory, un-backed-up by reference or fact load of twaddle referring to the Church of England.

I might join them next week. After I have worked my way through my associations with the Catholics and the Baptists.

Although I am not in favour of donations, I am in favour of tithes. I should have really taken up the time to research the fact that a tithe is a form of Church tax and was the cause of the reformation where followers of the Churches caused a split by refusing to pay an obligatory Church tax levied on them. The name of this tax? A tithe. The purpose of a tithe? To pay the running costs of a church.

Speaking of tithe, wonder if there is anywhere open sellling gorgalicios cider (burrrrppppp)

I am such an ignoramus * girlish giggle *

Now some derogatory statements against the site, I told people to go and look at the beginning of this post.

I am consistently inconsistent and you godda love me for that.

I am trying to retain religious independence by reading the bible. The irony and general hysterical ness of this should be apparent to my detractors.


I would be interested in the opinions of people who only agree with MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Remember, all you need is love!


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