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British WW2 prison camp where every inmate was a genius | Daily Mail Online

On a cloudless blue day in early September 1940, an extraordinary audience settled down for a piano recital in an elegant seaside square, surrounded by terraces of neat Edwardian boarding houses.

There, a group of British Army officers were laughing and smoking next to their wives on a crescent of chairs in front of a specially constructed wooden stage.

Behind them were hundreds of men arranged in untidy rows on the lawn, while others crowded the windows of the houses all around.

Together, these men comprised a dazzling cross-section of luminaries from the worlds of art, fashion, media, technology and academia that would have made for an exceptional gathering in any circumstances, let alone behind the palisade of barbed wire that surrounded the gathering.

The outbuildings and internees at Hutchinson Internment Camp. The men were among 1,200 inmates of 'P camp', known as 'Hutchinson' because it had been built on Hutchinson Square in Douglas, Isle of Man

The men were among 1,200 inmates of 'P camp', known as 'Hutchinson' because it had been built on Hutchinson Square in Douglas, Isle of Man. The camp was so overcrowded that internees had to share beds, no matter how esteemed they were.

Most were refugees from Nazi Germany who had been rounded up as 'enemy aliens' at the outbreak of the Second World War. Many were Jewish.

Status and class had provided no protection amid a national panic about 'fifth columnists' and nests of Nazi spies. Oxbridge dons, surgeons, dentists, lawyers and scores of celebrated artists were taken, including Kurt Schwitters, the 53-year-old Dadaist painter and poet, in front of whose 'degenerate' work Hitler had sarcastically posed.

Police arrested Emil Goldmann, a 67-year-old ethnology professor from the University of Vienna, in the grounds of Eton College. At Cambridge University, dozens of staff and students were detained in the Guildhall, including Friedrich Hohenzollern, also known as Prince Frederick of Prussia.

The concert's star performer, the pianist Marjan Rawicz, was a favourite of British royalty and had played a benefit concert broadcast live from the London Palladium days before his arrest.

He agreed to play behind the wire on two condition: he would choose the concert programme and play a Steinway grand piano.

Thus Rawicz performed a wide range of pieces, from Strauss's Radetzky March to Bach, and showtunes such as Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, to rapturous applause. Rawicz opted for the quintessentially English finale, Greensleeves, followed by God Save The King, which brought the audience to its feet to belt out the national anthem in variously accented English.

Rawicz's choices pinpointed the absurdity of their situation. Here were refugees from Nazi oppression, pledging loyalty to a country that had imprisoned them on suspicion of being Nazi spies.

Hutchinson had all the trappings of a PoW camp, including a barbed-wire palisade, armed guards, roll calls – everything, in fact, except searchlights and watchtowers. Pictured: Paul Hamann working on a small carved figure

Remarkably, they resolved to make the best of it. With time on their hands, and some of the best brains in Europe, this assortment of artists and intellectuals turned Camp P into the impromptu 'Hutchinson University'.

Hutchinson had all the trappings of a PoW camp, including a barbed-wire palisade, armed guards, roll calls – everything, in fact, except searchlights and watchtowers.

Yet it had been set up in the middle of the town. The Government had requisitioned a self-contained group of 45 imposing nine-bedroom boarding houses used for middle- class beach holidays until the war put an abrupt end to business.

Now it contained perhaps the most extraordinary set of captives ever assembled.

The publisher André Deutsch rubbed shoulders with sculptor Siegfried Charoux, whose work later adorned the Royal Festival Hall, and fashion designers whose clients included Coco Chanel, Pablo Picasso and Margot Fonteyn.

On only the second day of Hutchinson's existence, a small group of men had emerged from one of the boarding houses carrying chairs.

Each picked a spot in the garden square, clambered on to the seat and began to hold forth on his area of expertise – everything from Greek philosophy to synthetic fibres. Soon the square was filled with internees wandering between the lectures.

The young art historian Dr Klaus Hinrichsen watched this unfold as he stood next to Bruno Ahrends, an architect who had designed Berlin's influential modernist housing estates. Ahrends decided that order was needed.

He asked Hinrichsen to accompany him to the camp commander Captain Hubert Daniel's office to seek permission to set up a formal schedule. Thus 'Hutchinson University' began.

Internees who had given up their education – or had seen it cut short by the Nazis – eagerly embraced an opportunity to learn from some of the best-regarded scholars in Europe. For the professors, here was the chance to teach after years of enforced silence. There was also a well-subscribed technical school, which taught maths, electronics, science and engineering.

Abstract painting 'The Doctor' 1919 by Kurt Schwitters, from a private collection that includes the artist's work

The 'university' took care of the inmates' wider wellbeing, too. There was a newspaper, 'The Camp', chess, football, gymnastics and an early form of aerobics – movement set to music.

Sunday night was concert night, and, as well as the option to take a daily walk through the local countryside under armed escort, there were twice-weekly sojourns to the beach, where internees were allowed to swim.

Hutchinson soon gained a reputation as the 'artists camp', but it was master printmaker Hellmuth Weissenborn whose idea brought the artists in the camp together.

He noticed that in the absence of blackout curtains (the ship carrying the material to the island had been sunk), Hutchinson's windows were covered either with polymer film or with black or blue paint.

One day Weissenborn took a razor blade to the film, cutting a mythological scene into one of the windows of House 28. The image brought light and fantasy into otherwise depressing rooms. He began to cut more: centaurs, a unicorn, a dolphin-rider and, in the kitchen window, plates of food and fruit.

The craze spread. In House 19 the sculptor Ernst Müller-Blensdorf engraved two naked women on a beach with a seagull lasciviously hovering overhead. Others adorned their windows with worldly objects of desire: whisky, lobster, cigars. Johann Neunzer, a 50-year-old lion tamer at what was to become Chessington Zoo, cut wild animals into the bay window of House 40 – a rhino, a giraffe, a camel and the backside of an elephant.

As well as commercial artists such as Willy Dzubas, a producer of exquisite art nouveau travel posters, and the cartoonist Adolf 'Dol' Mirecki, there were more than 20 professional artists and sculptors at Hutchinson camp.

The political writer Heinrich Fraenkel was commissioned to write a book while in Hutchinson about the experience of being an anti-Nazi German in Britain.

The distinguished statistician and later head of the Royal Opera House, Claus Moser, was also imprisoned on the island. The former Berlin art dealer Siegfried Oppenheimer became their unofficial spokesman and cajoled Captain Daniel into providing them with artists' materials, with the aim of organising an art exhibition.

But by the end of 1940, the plight of the refugees was becoming a political scandal. The Government responded by organising a programme of gradual release.

Those left behind delighted in the news that the first man to have been unconditionally freed from the camp was, apparently, the elephant keeper from London Zoo.After he was arrested, the elephants refused to eat – or so the story went. This romantic tale, often repeated later by Hutchinson alumni, was only partially true. The man in question, Hans Honigmann, had worked at London Zoo, but he was no mere elephant keeper. A respected zoologist, Honigmann had come to Britain in 1935 at the invitation of the biologist Sir Julian Huxley and had the unenviable accolade of being named in the Third Reich's notorious black book, a list of individuals to be killed by the occupation forces in the event of a successful invasion of Britain.

Inevitably, however, the best connected were the first to leave. Pianist Marjan Rawicz was released after composer Ralph Vaughan Williams petitioned the War Office.

The absurdity of locking up refugees from Nazism as potential spies for Hitler was revealed in 1942 when many of them joined the British Army as soon as they were offered the opportunity. Among the units bolstered by internees were the Special Air Service, the Commandos, the Special Operations Executive, the Royal Navy, Royal Armoured Corps, the Royal Artillery and the Parachute Regiment.

Many Hutchinsonians were among the 4,000 internees who joined the Pioneer Corps and participated in the Normandy landings in June 1944. Those who were too old or too infirm to fight found other ways to contribute.

Polish pianist Marjan Rawicz (1898-1970), on left, and Austrian pianist Walter Landauer (1910-1983) of piano duo Rawicz and Landauer posed together at a piano in England in July 1949

The Hutchinson optician Horst Archenhold designed the periscope used to turn Sherman tanks into amphibious craft on D-Day. Joseph Otto Flatter produced cartoons for propaganda leaflets, more than two billion of which were dropped over Germany in a campaign to sow discouragement and dissent among enemy troops.

'I saw my cartoons as substitutes for bombs and shells,' he said.

Dr Arthur Bratu, who ran Hutchinson's 'Cercle Française', worked as a public prosecutor in the post-war de-Nazification process. The Ministry of Information enrolled Dr Walter Zander to tour Britain and educate servicemen about anti-Semitism.

Walter Neurath, who helped produce the popular Britain In Pictures books, was released to continue his work, which had been deemed useful propaganda by the Ministry of Information. He went on to set up the Thames and Hudson publishing house with his wife Eva, who had previously been married to another Hutchinson internee, Wilhelm Feuchtwang.

In the decades that followed, many Hutchinson alumni – and those who had been interned in other camps – made substantial contributions to British culture.

An astonishing number of those whom Britain interned as 'enemy aliens' remained in Britain after the war, including Eduardo Paolozzi, a father of British 'pop art', the Nobel Prize-winner Max Perutz, and the international judge Sir Michael Kerr.

They included the conductor Peter Gellhorn and the violinist Norbert Brainin, who was a founding member of the Amadeus Quartet, three of whose four members met while interned on the island.

Embarrassed by their accents, names and history, these men sought to integrate and assimilate as quickly as possible following release, many changing their names to British variants. Peter Fleischmann became the artist and teacher Peter Midgley.

With hindsight, many of the internees came to recognise they had been comfortable, safe and generally well treated as internees, in benign contrast to the appalling Nazi concentration camps. But they also have a warning.

'I often ask myself if internment could happen again,' said former internee Claus Moser. 'The nice answer is, 'Good God, no.' But I think it could. Not exactly in the same circumstances.

'But I was in Whitehall for ten years and occasionally [civil servants] are forced into crude, panicked emergency measures that have not been prepared adequately.

'Politicians get terribly worked up with the crisis of the moment, which they hadn't thought about before... it could happen again.'

The Island Of Extraordinary Captives, by Simon Parkin, is published by Sceptre on February 3, priced £20. To pre-order a copy for £18, go to mailshop.co.uk/books or call 020 3176 2937 before February 7. Free UK delivery on orders over £20.

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harryandmolly · 5 years ago

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Complicit // 2

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, NSFW, possibly gratuitous fashion description

WC: 5.3k

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Niall drops his head and leans into the final note, squinting and scrunching his face as he riddles out this one song that’s been driving him up a wall for almost a week. He feels a flicker of inspiration, reaches for it as he looks out the window toward the balcony of his Hollywood Hills home. His brow furrows, his fingers wind up to strike the strings again, and--

Buzz. Buzzzzzzz. Buzzbuzz.

He swears under his breath and tosses the acoustic beside him on the couch. He can’t admit to himself that he’s grateful for the distraction, so he decides to be annoyed with whomever is calling.

Shawny Boi.

He sighs. He can’t be annoyed with Shawn. It’s like being annoyed with a labradoodle puppy.

“Hey, mate.”

“Hey man, how’s it going?”

Niall laughs. Shawn’s voice is bright and edging toward chipper. He can hear his doofy, multi-million dollar smile through the phone. And Niall knows who put it there.

“I guess that first date was good, then?”

Shawn, pacing around barefoot in his kitchen, grins eagerly and strokes a hand through his messy curls. “Oh… man. Dude, it was… so good. I should’ve done this years ago.”

Niall, bemused, shimmies further into the cushions of his couch, trying not to feel like the old and wise man Shawn sees him as. “Shawny, you’re 21. How long ago are you talkin’ about?”

Shawn laughs, bubbly and strange somehow, like he’s high. Niall’s seen Shawn high when they’ve smoked weed together. He doesn’t get giggly, he gets philosophical. And hungry.

This is a different high altogether.

“You know what I mean, man. Feels good, feels like I can like… handle shit now. Y’know? Like I was so tired and didn’t even realize it and then I got to sleep for like two full days and I’m all good again.”

Niall’s familiar with the feeling. His first date with Karina was similarly revitalizing. He was bouncing off the walls for a week. He nods in understanding.

“‘S a great feeling, havin’ someone take all the pressure off and force you to just… feel good.”

“Yeah,” Shawn answers dreamily, “I just wanted to like, thank you again. I think this kinda saved my ass.”

Niall smiles to himself and bounces his bad knee, glancing out the window. “Gonna see her again, then?”

“Definitely. I’m gonna call again today.”

Niall’s knee slows. He bites his lip and tilts his head from side to side. “Listen, mate, just don’t get attached. I know it feels good, but it still doesn’t compare to something… real.”

Shawn bobs his head at the reality he’s been trying to remind himself of in the 24 hours since she slipped back into her Roger Vivier heels and left him in bed with a kiss on the cheek and a glint in her warm, tired eyes. He drops his head and rolls it, stretching his neck.

“Yeah, no, I mean, I know. I just feel like I got so much shit pent up over the last few months. And I’m about to go home for a week and then this whole festival thing is lined up to kick my ass all summer, plus I’ll be flying back and forth to LA to be seen with Bex, so… I’m just… I dunno.”

It’s a weak explanation. He huffs, his chest deflating, indignant at the idea of having to explain himself at all. He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants with his time and money and attention. He needs this. It’s therapeutic. It’s good for him. And it feels so fucking good.

Niall rubs a hand against the scruff under his chin. “Hey, it’s all you, mate. Whatever you wanna do. I’m glad it’s helped.”

“Yeah. Thanks again, dude. I’ll see ya soon.”

Shawn hangs up and, with color in his cheeks, skims through his contacts to find La Splendeur saved under the name “Dentist,” just in case. His hand shakes a little as he holds the phone to his ear.

The temperature change leaving the LA heat wave outdoors to stepping into Silver’s 6 bedroom Beverly Hills modern monstrosity of a home has Penny wincing and cursing herself for not remembering a jacket. Twice a month they have this meeting, always in the quiet security of Silver’s house rather than discussing business out in the open, and nearly every time Penny sits and shivers.

“Welcome home, love.”

Silver’s voice rings through the high-ceilinged foyer, crisp and lightly accented by British boarding school and Cambridge. Penny looks up to see her on the landing above in a white Theory pantsuit that’s tailored so sharply she looks untouchable. Penny smiles. Home, indeed.

Silver’s steps down the staircase are quiet, despite the sleek marble beneath her stilettoed feet. Despite the facade of the outfit, she takes Penny in her arms and kisses her cheeks three times, offering her arm to guide them into the living room where a full Japanese tea service waits.

Silver’s friendship is an odd and somehow comforting mix of formality and family. Penny’s never seen her underdressed, or sick, or overly emotional. And despite Silver’s perceived coldness, reflected in her choice of home and interior decorating, Penny has always felt safe and loved in her presence, ever since Silver first hired her as an escort at 20.

Penny, respectfully also in business formal, a pale pink Max Mara pencil dress and creamy nude Louboutins (a gift from Silver for her birthday), perches on the edge of the snowy white chaise and faces her best friend.

Silver sweeps a lock of dark hair behind her ear and grins.

“So how was it?”

Penny’s face lights up. She drums her fingers against her knee and tries to play coy. “Spectacular.”

“Good, tell me everything.”

Penny lifts a cleanly filled brow. “Hard up, are we?”

Silver chuckles and eyes the tea service. “Have you ever known me to be without?”

Silver, long since retired from escorting herself, has had a long line of pretty young things hanging around since Penny has known her, but never for very long. Last Penny heard, Yvette, a fresh faced lingerie model from Nice, was the flavor of the month. Silver doesn’t spend a night alone if she doesn’t want to.

Penny cedes with a nod and a smirk. “So you’re just girlishly curious?”

Silver lifts a toned shoulder and sips her tea. “It’s nice to see how the other half lives sometimes. And it’s good business for me to know what clients like him can be like. Makes me a better manager.”

Silver launched La Splendeur two years after hiring Penny with the idea that Silver would largely oversee the personnel -- drivers, girls, clients -- and Penny with her head for business would run the logistics -- the books, legal, and some of the legitimate earnings attached to La Splendeur that keeps curious eyes from gazing too close. They became partners, each sharing equal cuts of the profits, each assigned to manage the parts of the organization where they had the most acumen.

This bimonthly meeting is designed to keep both ends running smoothly as well as serving as an excuse for two busy friends to meet up under legitimate circumstances. Silver doesn’t often show much interest in Penny’s dates after they’ve been vetted and approved. Penny wonders what it is about Shawn that has her curious.

“He was very nervous. We did a lot of work to get him to let go. Honestly, he’s one of the trickier clients I’ve seen in a while. But once I got him there…”

Penny’s eyes flutter shut as she revisits her night with Shawn. Even after she made him come twice in a row in her hand, he had more for her. They were up most of the night with brief naps in between wild, uncontrollable orgasms. Truthfully, Penny’s not sure she’s ever had such an enthusiastic first date with a client. She’s been on cloud nine for days thinking about how calm and deeply satisfied he looked the next morning.

When she looks back at Silver, her intensely dark eyes are gleaming mischievously. Penny rolls her own.

“I’m glad he enjoyed himself. He called to rebook you. You have a room at The London tomorrow night at 9.”

Penny tries not to lick her lips insatiably but Silver knows her too well. She releases an echo-y, delighted laugh.

“Seems like maybe you have a new favorite?” she guesses.

Penny’s eyes drop to her own half-drunk cup of tea. “We’ll see. Some guys like this, they start hot and heavy and lose steam fast. Maybe he just needs this boost and he’ll be on his merry pop star way.”

Silver, ever unnervingly wise and all-seeing, nods and glances out her windows that look out onto the Los Angeles skyline. “Maybe.”

Penny feels the hair raise on the back of her neck and swallows, reaching for her laptop. “Let’s go over this month.”

Shawn recognizes the guy in the dark suit standing outside the room when he gets off the elevator with Winston Churchill on the doors. He offers him a shaky smile, trying not to imagine what he must be thinking about why Shawn is seeing this woman twice in one week. Shawn’s been trying not to look too closely at that himself since he booked the second date.

Gus, Shawn thinks his name is, gives a nod at the wire transfer confirmation on Shawn’s phone screen and lets him in.

The room is more standard glam-modern hotel vibes than the Chateau. It’s just a little cold, very clean, basic art, matching furniture. Shawn’s eyes skim over it, unfocused. They fix on the hardcased luggage sitting discreetly in the corner. His fingers twitch, imagining what’s inside it.

He sits on the end of the bed this time instead of in the lounge area where he felt a little more innocent and less like he was waiting for a prostitute to come nail him into a hole in the mattress.

Despite his eagerness for tonight and his relative comfort, having spent the night with her once before, Shawn feels some nerves creeping through his forced calm. He wonders for a moment if he won’t get used to it, waiting for her, never really forgetting the circumstances that brought them both here.

Not that he plans to continue seeing her for much longer. Just until the festivals start, maybe once or twice after when he’s back in LA getting papped with Bex at a Starbucks with his hand in her back pocket or something. His jaw tightens slightly, and then the door opens.

Penny is glowing in an emerald green cocktail dress that clings to her every curve and ends dangerously high on her sculpted, bronzed thighs. Her hair is sleek and straight, parted down the center and back over her shoulders. Her toes are painted to match her dress. Shawn shivers and wonders if she did it on purpose, if she’s been planning her outfit for him.

Shut up, his brain tells him, Why would she do that? She doesn’t need to impress you. You’re a sure thing.

The corner of his mouth lifts. He stands and smoothes his sweaty palms down the front of his inky black jeans. Gus shuts the door behind her. She smiles like she’s been waiting for this.

“Hey, you.”

Any remaining nerves vanish. Her voice is like heroin in his bloodstream. His eyes drift shut, his head falls back for a moment as he revels in her comfort.

“Hi, Penny.”

She steps forward in heeled black sandals with a jeweled brooch around each ankle strap. He takes his time looking her up and down, then feels a flash of guilt when his eyes settle on her pretty face.

She seems to know what’s on his mind. She stops before him and rests her hand on his cheek.

“It’s ok. You can look. Can even touch, if you’d like.”

The words have his fingers twitching hard where they rest at his sides. He swallows and proceeds with caution, keeping his eyes focused on hers, lined and smoky tonight, to watch her reaction.

He rests his hands on her bare upper arms, stroking her skin with his rough, calloused thumbs. Carefully, slowly, he drags them up over her narrow shoulders, brushing along the line of her collarbones, teasing the warm skin of her throat. His mouth waters. He curls his hands down over her shoulder blades, finding with a noticeable hitch in his breathing that the dress has a very low back. His fingers skate over naked skin, following the hollow of her back and stopping above the swell of her ass to fold around her hips, admiring the feel of the deep green silk.

He releases a ragged breath and closes his eyes. “I couldn’t wait. I n-needed to see you again this week before I go home for a while.”

When he opens his eyes, he sees her nodding gently, raising a hand to cup the back of his neck. She steps a little closer until they’re chest to chest, or as close as they can be considering the height difference.

“And how do you feel now that I’m here?”

Shawn smiles a little -- at her, at his own willingness to be totally honest with her. He wets his lips and says, “Like I’m amazed I waited a whole four days.”

Satisfied, Penny hums from the back of her throat and leads him down to kiss her. She starts slow, gentle against his mouth, brushing little soft kisses over his top and bottom lips like she’s memorizing the shape of them. Her free hand, by contrast, drags tight and hungry up his swollen bicep, squeezing as she goes, stopping to grip his shoulder.

He’s obedient for her despite his urge to take more than what she’s giving. He keeps his returning kisses as light as hers, but she’s holding him so tight he knows she can feel how hard he’s trying. It makes her smile and coo into his mouth. She pulls away slightly, massaging the back of his neck.

“You look beautiful,” he murmurs without taking his eyes off hers. She chuckles.

“Thank you, so do you.”

Shawn laughs and starts to duck his head. Penny’s hand holds him firm and guides his lips back to hers. These are real kisses now. He groans into her mouth, opens wider so she can tease his tongue the way she likes. His hands draw her hips in closer until they’re pressed against his. He starts to lead them toward the bed, but Penny stands firm.

“What do you want?” he pants softly, his forehead tilted against hers. He hears her lips pull into a smile.

“Your mouth.”

Shawn’s nervous system goes erratic. His eyes snap open, his hands sink harder into the fabric around her hips, he pants against her cheek.

“Really?”

If he had any self awareness right now, he’d flinch and squirm at the timid excitement in his voice. Good thing he’s too fucked for her to notice.

Penny gently detangles herself from his grasp and nods toward the bed. He sits on the end, legs spread, his elbows on his knees as he vibrates in place waiting for her. Now it’s Penny’s turn to look him over.

He looks less tired than he did when she met him. His eyes are a little brighter, his skin a little clearer, his shoulders a little further from his ears. She lets the power of it flood her system, feels that old animal that lives inside her stretch its legs and awaken for another night with him.

She did that. She gave him that. She took a man who needed her, who needed release and comfort and affection and she gave it to him tenfold. She took something a little broken and made it brand fucking new. And now she gets to let loose a little more, build upon the foundation she started.

He’s looking at her like he did last time, waiting to see her when she bares herself to him. She wets her lips, painted a light mauve color, and steps closer, heightening the tension.

“Are… uhm, are you gonna take your clothes off?” he asks hopefully.

Penny lifts a shoulder with a smirk. “No need.”

His face falls a little. She grins, or more just bares her teeth, and lifts a toned leg to press the sole of her shoe to his chest. Shawn inhales sharply and lets it nudge him back to lie against the bed, blinking up at the ceiling.

She watches his broad chest rise and fall, picking up speed as the anticipation builds. She gazes at him hungrily, at his large hands running up and down his thick thighs as he self-soothes. She can feel him trying not to lift his head to look at her. Her patience runs thin.

Penny lifts herself over him, one knee on either side of his torso, climbing on top of him carefully until she’s centered above his pretty face.

“Shit. You weren’t wearing panties this whole time?”

His voice is squeaky and breathless. Penny tips her head back and laughs, tugging her skirt up.

“They don’t really work with this dress,” she explains, reaching down to curl a lock of his hair around her finger.

He learned from their first night together not to touch her until she tells him to, so his arms rest limp by his sides, despite how badly he’d like to plant his hands on her hips and yank her warm cunt down to meet his mouth.

But that’s not what he’s here for. He’s not here to take, he’s here to let her give to him. He closes his eyes, recenters himself, and looks up again to see her watching him.

“Want to taste me, Shawn?”

He pauses. He nods. “Yes please.”

Penny slowly lowers her hips until she meets his face and the eager lips that are already pressing needy kisses against her folds. She hums and settles further, reaching for his arms to secure them around her as she starts to rock against him.

“I’m gonna ride your face. Just… just keep your mouth on me,” she instructs, her voice going soft and breathy as she starts to pick up speed.

Shawn is in fucking heaven.

His eyes are wide open, staring up at her as she takes what she needs from him, her clit bumping his nose with every tight stroke. His dick strains in his jeans, but neither of them seems to care. His hands fit into the dips at her waistline and hold her, supporting her as she rolls her hips.

Shawn likes oral, he always has. But this is beyond anything he’s ever experienced. He’s never had a woman use him for her pleasure like this before. He would’ve guessed it would feel odd, disconnected somehow, lacking. But with Penny, he swears he’d give her fucking anything.

Shawn groans, flattening his tongue for her to work against as she soaks his mouth and cheeks. The slick insides of her thighs make an incredible noise against his face as she moves faster and grinds harder. He can feel the tension in her legs and the erratic rise and fall of her chest. She’s getting closer. She’s going to come on his face.

Shawn moans, overwhelmed at the very idea. His toes curl in his boots. He blinks desperately up at her, watching as her tanned face flushes. Suddenly, without warning, her pretty brown eyes snap shut and she fists a hand into his curls, whining loud.

“Shawn! Oh… fuck,” she squeals, meeting her orgasm without slowing down. She continues riding him hard and he doesn’t back down either, massaging her waist and watching greedily as the motion slips her dress up her hips and shows him more of her pretty skin.

Finally, it abates and he’s left cleaning her up with his tongue, eyes fluttering drowsily, his breathing regulating in time with hers.

Penny releases his hair from her fingers and sighs, easing up on her knees. He holds her steady as her legs shake, looking pleased with himself.

Penny laughs, climbing down his stomach so she can lean in to kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. He whimpers, cupping his hand beneath her hair, letting her explore his mouth as she pleases.

“You really liked that,” she breathes. It’s not a question -- she doesn’t even really need his confirmation. She can see it all over his face, could feel it in the way he stared up for her and let her have him.

He blushes and nods, smiling. “You… yeah. Fuck, yeah. You taste amazing.”

Penny’s heart clamors against her ribs like it wants to get a look at him. She runs her hands through her now sex-fucked hair and laughs.

“Good. I want another one.”

Shawn blinks and feels a moment of deja vu bring him back to their first night. “Yeah?”

Penny nods casually, unbuckling the straps of her shoes where her legs are folded beneath her. She kicks them away, dropping them off the side of the bed and reaching back for her zipper, fumbling with the awkward angle.

Shawn perks up. “Can I help with that?”

Penny kisses the tip of his nose. “Sweet. Yes, please.”

Shawn focuses his gaze on a freckle on her collarbone while his fingers tug at her zipper. When he feels it meet resistance, he stops, looks to her for instruction, then continues undressing her when she raises her arms.

Naked on his lap, she plants her hands on his chest and admires the way his heart pulses frantically for her. She sucks his earlobe between her swollen lips and feels him sigh.

“Where do you want me, Pen?”

Penny’s lips twitch at the nickname and how quickly he’s caught on. She lifts a knee and drops onto the bed beside him with a soft thump, spreading her legs and cozying into the pillows like she owns the place. He chokes on a breath that comes up short in his chest.

“Get comfy. You’re going to be down there for a while. I want to come until I can’t anymore.”

Again, she has him floored. They experimented with his overstimulation before, and tonight she wants him to help her test her own limits. He swallows and nods eagerly.

“Yeah. Of-- of course. Yes. Do you want me to…?” He gestures down at himself, still fully clothed.

Penny, with her hair spread out around her head like a halo and a manicured fingernail between her teeth, shrugs. “Take off your jeans. I don’t want your pretty cock to suffocate.”

Shawn’s abdomen clenches and he covers the inhuman noise he makes with a weak chuckle. His “pretty cock” twitches hard, reacting to the compliment.

He ditches his boots, socks and jeans and nestles up on his stomach between her thighs, breathing softly.

“So fuckin’ pretty and wet,” he praises, shaking his head in disbelief. She smiles like she’s heard it before, and he’s sure she has.

He turns his face into her inner thigh and sucks some soft, wet skin into his mouth, releasing a muffled groan as she inhales. Reluctantly, he releases her without leaving a mark, knowing he should ask permission before he tries to go that far. His eyes flicker to hers. They’re dark and unreadable, steady on him as she waits patiently. He figures she’s not in a rush. They have all night for him to make her come. His own needs are barely a blip on his radar. He’s focused on her, on her flushed pink folds, her clenching stomach, her full, touchable breasts.

She might need to beg him to leave her alone once she lets him loose. He’s not going to want to come up for air ever again.

Shawn takes a deep breath and dives in, humming as he sucks her inner labia into his mouth. Penny’s hips shift, her body melting into the bed gracefully as she relaxes. Shawn eyes her from over the soft curve of her stomach, easing up to swipe his tongue against her slowly and watch how she reacts to every little move he makes.

If she can study him, he can study her, too, learn exactly how she likes to be touched, to be tasted, to be fucked. He wants to know everything, wants to internalize it so he can attempt to bring her a fraction of the bliss she’s brought him. By the way her back arches slightly when he flicks at the hood of her clit, he’s making progress.

Shawn has officially lost count of her orgasms.

He’s past painfully hard and it’s becoming more and more apparent that he needs to come or he’s gonna, like, die, but he refuses to break and beg for it.

They’ve taken short breaks, but he hasn’t left her, receding only as far as her inner thighs that he sucks and lavishes with kisses while they talk quietly as she recovers. He tells her about his trip home next week, about having to get on the road for the festival tour soon after. He mumbles hopes and nerves and dreams and concerns as she runs her fingers through his hair and asks thoughtful questions even after four or five orgasms, so her brain is more mush than useful. But he shows no signs of wanting to go anywhere, especially now that he’s learned the tricks that get her loud and twitchy and coming hard on his needy tongue. So they lie there on the bed in the same position, right into the small hours of the morning.

Shawn hums gratefully as he sweeps up her next orgasm, relishing the shivers he feels as he holds the base of her ribcage. He grunts and noses at her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, sighing hot and loud against her folds.

“Yes?” she chuckles.

He shifts uncomfortably against the bed and lifts his gaze, looking like a guilty puppy.

“I’m… nothing. It’s ok.”

Penny comes up on shaky forearms and traces her soft toes up his back, snagging at the t-shirt he’s still wearing.

“You sure? You don’t need anything?” she whispers. His ears go red. She’s teasing him. He juts his chin out stubbornly and shakes his head, focuses instead on tonguing circles around her throbbing clit. He watches in satisfaction as her abdomen tenses and she releases an involuntary grunt of approval as her body beckons to him.

“You’ve been hard for a couple hours. Keep grinding your hips against the bed. Wouldn’t you rather me help you come?”

Shawn’s eyes fix on hers tentatively. He’s not sure how she wants him to proceed. He wasn’t going to ask, he really wasn’t. But at the idea that he might get to come soon, his cock pulses in his boxers, still leaking in the same spot.

“Only… if you want me to.”

Penny beams down at him in a way that has him hiding his face in her slick inner thigh. She strokes his curls, encouraging him to look at her.

“I want you to ask me nicely.”

Shawn heaves a sigh. He noses curiously at her clit, presses a little kiss to her folds.

“May I please come now?”

His voice is soft and quiet. He’s not used to begging.

Not yet, anyway.

Penny keeps her fingers moving through his hair, waiting for more.

“Say it again, Shawn.”

“I… please, Penny. I’ve been so good. Please let me come for you?”

She blinks slowly, lazily, drugged by the power he so freely drops into her hands. At her reaction, he swallows and continues.

“Please,” he hisses, pressing more needy kisses to anywhere he can reach, “Penny, I’ll come so good for you. I’m so fucking hard. Just want to come once and then I’ll keep eating your fucking perfect pussy. Please, Penny, I want to come.”

The corners of her mouth lift in a dangerous grin. She bobs her head, pushing at his hair so he’ll ease back from between her legs.

“Take your shirt off.”

Shawn sits up and yanks at the collar, throwing it over his head. His chest is pink, heavily flushed from their hours of fucking. Her eyes scrape over his every curve and angle, and she’d be lying to herself if she thought it wasn’t mostly to keep him waiting for her. She pulls her legs together, rubbing her wet thighs as she considers him.

“Boxers, too.”

Shawn stands for expediency’s sake and drops them without ceremony, kicking them off his ankles. His hands curl into fists to keep himself from grabbing at his swollen pink cock.

Penny licks her lips obscenely. She eyes him, head cocked, and crooks her finger. He climbs back onto the bed.

“Come here,” she whispers, flattening her legs and waving him forward.

Unsure of what she wants, unable to do anything but follow her lead, Shawn kneewalks on either side of her until he straddles her torso, positioned over her chest.

Penny smirks as she looks him over, lets her hands wander over his tensed thighs, his rippling stomach, his slim hips and tight little ass. Shawn’s toes curl. His hands stay at his sides.

“Wanna watch you touch yourself. Wanna feel you come on my tits, would you like that?”

He chokes on air. Would he like that? Jesus Christ.

He nods frantically, curling a fist around his cock. His whole body shakes with a relieved sigh. As her small hands smooth up and down his quads, he pumps in and out of his fist, scrunching his face at the filthy sound of it.

“Oh, fuck,” he swears, shaking his head, “Fuck, I love being good for you.”

When he can manage to open his eyes, Penny is staring up at him in wonder, looking between his face and his thrusting hips. She bites down on her lower lip.

“Good. God, you’re so fucking hot, so hard for me.”

Shawn hangs his head, groaning loud and unabashed as his orgasm starts to coil hot in his lower abdomen.

“Penny… gonna come. Gonna come on your pretty tits.”

Penny wets her lips and tries not to look like she’s aching for it. She closes her eyes briefly, brushes her hands up around his hips to grip the cheeks of his ass.

Her eyes open.

“Shawn, are you my good boy?”

She brings a hand down hard on his right cheek, the resounding smack of skin on skin propelling him forward through the wall of his orgasm.

He screams, breathing into a growl of her name, spurting hard onto her chest. His hips snap desperately, his hand pumps his cock through one of the strongest orgasms he’s ever had. His head falls forward to rest against the cushioned headboard, looking down at her as he remembers how to breathe again.

“Guess you are my good boy, then,” she preens, skimming her hands over his body again as he sits back on his heels.

“Holy… shit.”

“Feel good, Shawn?”

He blinks blearily and manages to nod. With a huff, he lifts himself onto newborn horse legs and stumbles to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. Without her even asking, he carefully sweeps the cloth over her chest, cleaning his orgasm off her perfect breasts. He tosses the cloth aside and gazes down at her. She smiles. He sighs.

“You’re… exactly who I need right now.”

They’re Penny’s favorite words to hear from a client. They represent absolute success. They make her proud, despite the prejudices and misconceptions surrounding her job. The look on his face right now is the reason she is here. Her heart gives an extra squeeze. She reaches for him, folds him down beside her and guides his head onto her chest. Without another word, they fall asleep.

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The Perks of Being Roger's Girl... [Chapter 1]

SUMMARY: Anna is Brian’s friend, his childhood best friend. They were separated for a long time, but when Smile performs at the Royal Albert Hall, Anna is here, invited by Brian. There, she meets Roger, the dentist drummer, a loverboy.

CHAPTER 1: Begining - CHAPTER 2

WORDS: 6.4k

Anna walked into the concert hall. It was hot in there, she could almost feel herself sweat as she entered the place. She thanked herself for wearing only a long coat above her red dotted white shirt and her brown fabric bell-bottoms. She touched nervously her afro, before going towards the bar to have a beer. It was exciting to see Brian, her friend, playing on stage. It was something she missed a lot. She heard that he was playing in a band, she even went to some of his early concerts. But, sadly, her studies disabled her from coming to see her friend, she only wrote letters to him while being in Cambridge as a broke student for several years. But now, she was back home, to work and study – that she could now afford, not being too busy at University. She could even afford a small flat, nothing too cozy, but nothing in too bad shape; after all she wasn't paying much.

When she heard some agitation near the stage, after her first beer, she looked in that direction. The band was there, Smile. She immediately recognized Brian's luxurious hair, she missed her long-lost hair twin during the years they were apart. She was extremely happy to see him embracing his natural hair, because she remembered the times when he used to straighten it. Real massacre.

Anna rose from her seat at the bar to go see them clearer. She tried to catch Brian's gaze while he was adjusting his guitar, the Red Special as he used to call her. She waved at him, he saw her – who wouldn't recognize this afro in a crowd? – and shyly waved back before the beginning of the show.

Introductions were made. She swore that Brian spoke about four members, not three; but somehow, during that night at the Royal Albert Hall, only three of them were here, on stage. Tim, the lead vocalist and bassist, Roger the blond drummer and Brian, her friend, no Chris. Something must have happened, but for now it wasn't important.

They began to play. People around her seemed to know their music by heart, sharing their energy with the band which was exciting and beautiful. On her side, she was mesmerized by their performance. They were in such symbiosis that everything around her – cigarettes scents, alcohol, the crowd – seemed to fade away. Brian was absolutely amazing, she definitely knew it before but this performance brought it on another level – she had to admit that the last time she saw Brian perform was a few years ago. The other members of the band were mesmerizing too, Tim seemed so passionate about his singing, and so concentrated while playing bass and on the other hand, Roger looked so carefree, so wild while playing the drums. Everything looked so perfect, everything was enchanting.

When the magic ended she could go backstage to join Brian and the band. She had to make her way through the crowd towards the stage and to almost fight with the guards around the scene while explaining to them that she was invited by one of the members of the band, no she wasn't a groupie, no fuck off. Finally, Brian had to come and tell the guards that it was okay for her, that she was indeed his friend and she was invited backstage. Anna felt relieved, she had a haughty expression while getting there before it faded when she was alone with Brian, almost alone. She was so happy to see her old friend that she hugged him, a little more than usual. He was still taller than her, something that she always found irritating because she was used to be the tallest around. This was how they began their friendship, height and hair. He was doing well, he was still studying astrophysics, still playing music, and still full of talent. She always admired how versatile he was, it was one of his biggest qualities. Anna on the other hand was just studying English literature, nothing big, but she was good at it. She used to write with Brian when they were in high school, he had such a way with words. Anna only added some touches when he was writing, telling him what sounded better in her opinion, and he listened to what she had to say; they could discuss about the text for hours. Good old days.

Brian showed her around, leading her to the band's small space backstage. The question about not being four burned her lips and finally the fire started, Brian put an end to it by explaining why Chris had to leave them – argument, Chris Smith was out now, ugly argument really. Brian didn't give names, but something told her that Roger, this troublesome friend of his, the dentist, was the cause. She referred to Roger like that in their letters, which amused Brian a lot. When he pushed the curtain a bit, Anna and Brian came across the room dedicated to the band. Everything was blurry from smoke, heat, groupies. A lot of groupies on the couch, three groupies, for a small space three too much. She first met Tim, sitting on one of the chairs while discussing with a man with a peculiar face, but peculiar in a good way, it was something about his teeth... Tim shook her hand with a smile on his face, bringing her back to reality. She told him that she really enjoyed the show they put on tonight and he thanked her, he seemed genuinely relieved that she enjoyed the show. And then, Anna saw this blond head with this little smile, looking at the girls gathered around him on the couch, both hands spread on the headrest. The dentist. Yes, she now remembered that Brian told her about his “attractiveness”, which on the one hand brought them fans but on the other was a pain in the ass, Brian's words. But Roger seemed to enjoy the mess he made around him, if we believed the smile displayed on his pretty face. A loverboy. He smirked when he saw Anna. A dentist loverboy. Great. She wasn't sure if it was their coming or their hair that caught the drummer's attention when they entered the small space. Brian sat in front of Roger, on an armrest while Anna made herself comfortable in the same chair.

“Hey, Rog, this is Anna. You remember, my friend, the one I invited tonight,” Brian precised while pointing at Anna who waved shyly. Brian quickly looked at the three girls gathered around Roger, all having a good laugh with the drummer.

“How could I forget mate,” Roger replied, Anna and Brian had his full attention now. It was quite spectacular to see two persons with such hair in the same room, near each other. “I'm Roger Taylor, nice to meet you Anna”, he said looking at her. “Damn, you two look like twins, even the look and stuff. Brian, you didn't tell me you had a beautiful sister!”

“Rog, please”, Brian seemed to have enough of all of this, he only sighed and looked at Anna with an apologetic smile. She wasn't upset, she liked the idea of them looking alike, it always was fun to be taken for siblings. Especially with Brian. Hilarious situations came to her mind at that moment. Like the time they tried to convince a man while entering a bar that Brian was Anna's twin, the guy was slightly drunk but he saw most of the trick, but let them in anyway. Good time.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too,” she replied, with a kind expression which reassured Brian. “Great show, great drum work and all,” she wasn't really a specialist, she knew it, but she found the performance really interesting, and her compliments were absolutely genuine. Even if they were not totally important, at the end, who was she to judge their performance? A mere mortal.

“Oh you know, these hands can do wonders”, he answered with a cocky smile making the girls around him burst into laughter and cuddling up a bit more against him. Anna just looked up at Brian, a little confused, a little amused. Brian wasn't surprised at all.

“As you can see, I didn't lie to you when describing Roger in my letters to you,” Brian said with a little smile on his face, just to tease the blond. Anna absolutely knew that little smile of his. Classic Brian.

“Described me? What letters?”, Roger asked, loosening the cuddling position he was in. A wave of incomprehension crossed his face, he seemed to be processing every information he heard, slowly, without understanding everything, what Anna found quite funny.

“Oh, the dentist things, he only described the dentist things”, Anna playfully answered, then casting a knowing look at Brian. “Only dentist things, right?”

“Brian, for the love of God I won't become a dentist,” one could hear determination in Roger's voice. He became petty, pretty petty, and this blond hair was only enhancing his childish look which made him look so innocent, even if, from what Anna could read and see, he wasn't at all.

“If you say so, Rog.”

Roger processed the information, he had the whole process of thinking on his face, his eyes slightly shut, his mouth open a little and a gaze into nowhere. Anna didn't really know how to react to that... Absence. Brian elbowed her, as if everything was alright, and then started to ask how Cambridge was. They had so much to catch up, she had so much to tell him, she had so much to hear. Everybody in the room had their occupation, beer in hand, Anna having a great time speaking with Brian about the crazy stuff she did while in Cambridge while laughing, cross-legged in the chair, Brian laughing wile leaning closer to her to hear what she actually said to him because of Roger's girls laughing at his jokes. It was getting later and later, darker and darker outside and Anna had to go back home, into her small flat. Something she didn't enjoy much, she was having a great time there, with Brian, just like in the good old days. But everything had to come to an end. Sadly. Brian offered to walk her home, just in case and she gladly accepted that offer. Brian took his guitar, excused himself for not helping with the instruments tonight but he had to walk her home, safety first. Roger smiled, a knowing smile.

“Roger, she is my friend.”

“Yeah, for sure mate,” he winked at her, while hugging on of the girls more against him.

“Have a very, very pleasant night,” Anna commented while smiling at him. He pissed her off a bit, but nothing to serious, it was all in fun.

“You too girl, tell me if Brian was nice enough then,” he commented and Anna's attempt to reply was covered by one of the girl's laugh. Great.

And while Anna a Brian left the room, Roger was still thinking about Anna.

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Seeing Anna around during their gigs was something absolutely normal by now. She came back to London four months ago, and for the past two months she was going to see them perform as much as she could. In London, at home, everything was easier.

She finally became a huge fan of the group, it was inevitable with Brian's texts. He had some talent, no doubts. She was very fond of Doin' Alright, she always enjoyed when it was played during gigs. Something soothing the atmosphere, dulling the rumble of the crowd, making everything blurry when she was sitting legs crossed at the bar, a beer in hand and watching the stage from afar. And obviously then, she went backstage with them. There, she met Freddie, Tim's friend, the one she saw the first time she came, a talented art student. Shy and exceptional. He had extra teeth, something that made Roger laugh at first, but when he heard Freddie's singing voice, he, and his falsettos, got their jaws dropped. Anna herself was amazed. His performances, she guessed, will be bomb.

Tonight, Roger came in long after Anna – Anna was usually the last one to come into the band's space, knowing how much they needed a bit of rest after a gig – something that became normal, usual with the bringing girls ban Brian and Tim established especially for Roger. So now, Roger came in late. Everybody knew why, nobody wanted to hear it. But Freddie was always teasing him about it. When he showed up with a sheepish smile, some lipstick on his neck and a napkin with numbers on it, Freddie couldn't resist the urge to comment.

“Darling, you're always playing the perverted part after gigs,” and Roger just rose his shoulders, innocently, a dazzled look, a flirtatious smirk for Anna and a reply.

“You know, somebody has to play that part, I don't really see Brian playing it, nor Tim,” he explained, it sounded as a self-sacrifice for the greater good of the band. So dramatic. So Roger.

“Sure Rog, I could definitely not be as perverted as you are,” Brian replied and the looked at Anna, smiling. He once told her a Roger's adventure, when two girls showed up after their gig, claiming they were his girlfriends. He had an immense pleasure watching Roger hiding in closets while the girls were chasing him. Anna made a funny face, and could only nod in order to not burst into laughter while thinking about it.

“What “sure Rog”, mate? And you, what was that nod for, huh?” Roger looked at both of them, suspicious, straightening himself on the couch, scrutinizing them and their chemistry.

“Nothing Roger,” she replied amused, “nothing in particular. I mean, Brian could never be as good as you are at this kind of games.”

“You're on tight rope, Anna,” he warned her with dark yet smiling eyes, pointing right at her. He wanted to know why he was the butt of the joke, right now.

“Literature students are always on tight rope, Roger, I'm used to it. Plus, when you have Brian's hair because you're half black, being on tight rope is your destiny,” her answer was full of sarcasm, but full of truth too. She had difficult times with her hair, really difficult ones. But now, with her hair pal, everything seemed lighter, more joyful.

“Be careful Roger, she's taller than you,” Brian warned him changing the subject.

“And? What does that change exactly, mate?”

“She's taller, that's the joke,” Tim insisted encouraged by Freddie's laugh.

“Fuck you”, Roger replied, arms crossed on his chest, looking from time to time to see if Anna was looking at him. And she was. This dentist was a funny guy after all.~

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Smile was dead. God save the Queen.

Smile had to fade to let Queen rise. This was how Brian explained Anna that Tim wasn't playing with them now, they separated after a few more gigs together, but remained friends. Funnily enough, the one replacing Tim was Freddie. The Freddie that Roger first called a “dental freak” to what Freddie replied that a drummer dentist shouldn't give any opinion on his teeth, especially when he couldn't sing properly. Roger was red, and Brian and Anna were only laughing, covering their mouths while doing it. But then, they became friends, even when Freddie called him a perverted little brat. Even then, Roger could only be more bitchy than ever and cock-fight with Freddie about who had more sass. Anna secretly loved these small challenges.

As Tim left the band, they needed a bassist. Freddie wasn't really suited for the bass, and God knew they tried to make him play – it was a disaster that Anna never wanted to forget, seeing Brian's absolutely jaded expression while Roger was screaming at Freddie for not playing it alright, a priceless moment – but this never really worked, and they needed a bassist. Quickly. And there he came, John Richard Deacon, born on August 19th 1951. He was studying electric engineering, nothing too fancy, he looked like a shy person who had nothing to do on stage – Roger's words when he came in, according to Brian – but he shortly proved that they absolutely needed him in the band while softly playing the bass, with such passion, yet stiffly but they could work on that. And when Anna saw the whole band for the first time, during one of their rehearsals, as Mary, Freddie's friend was sitting next to her on the couch, she immediately saw, and said to Mary, that these guys were going to go places. Mary agreed. Both of them thrilled by the aura the group made.

Anna was already in bed, her hair in a a blue turban, thick socks on and under a huge blanket when somebody knocked at her door. She wondered who could bother her at that hour. First, she thought that something happened to her parents, so she rushed towards the door, but instead of gloom and doom she found Freddie, mist coming from his rosy lips as he smiled when he finally saw her open the door. It was cold outside, and Anna asked herself how Freddie was not freezing his ass out there.

“Freddie,” she yawned. Then, she rubbed her shoulder in order to heat herself up a bit. “Come inside, it's so damn cold outside. I'll make some tea and you'll explain to me what's happening to you.”

“Oh, nobody's dead, darling,” he playfully said while sitting on one of the chairs around the small round wooden table. “Not yet.”

If this sentences was meant to reassure her in any way, it failed its purpose. Truly. Anna turned around to face Freddie, the water was boiling behind her, two cups with jasmine tea were ready to be used. Her expression was perplexed, she was still sleepy, and didn't get the joke nor any other information.

“Nobody's going to die, darling, I swear,” Freddie said after a small chuckle as he looked at this sleepy-head. “I just need another genius to help me with a song, nothing more, darling,” he finally told her as he put a small notebook on the table. It once was a small notebook, but now it was composed of hundred different papers flying around and some brown pages. All Freddie's works. Every one of them better than the previous one. And Anna was supposed to... Help him? She heard the boiling water and poured it into the cups before serving them on the table. She sat in front of Freddie, thoughtful.

“I don't know how I could help you,” she admitted and drank a sip from her cup after the water became brown, “ I mean, Brian is a better specialist than...”

“Darling,” he interrupted her abruptly, “here lays the whole the fun. Brian won't know anything about it because we will rewrite Keep Yourself Alive together before Queen's first performance! Isn't that fantastic?” he frantically asked her, absolutely thrilled about the idea of creating something new out of this song.

Anna wasn't sure about what was going on. She wanted to help Freddie, so badly, but at the same time Brian should know about the changes before their first concert which was in a few days... But everything was so exciting, adrenaline ran through her veins at the thought of being part off a secret project like that. And Anna liked surprises, she liked to surprise Brian a lot, he always made funny faces when something unusual happened around him, and she secretly enjoyed these funny faces and these moments when he lost his composure, just for a second.

“Show me these lyrics, Freddie,” she said and drank some of the tea from her cup, “we'll work this out and this will be the best song ever I swear!”

“Your enthusiasm is so divine, I love it Anna!”

They both smiled before beginning to look at the pieces of paper. And so was the song, divine.

Anna and Mary were in the crowd in the small bar Queen performed in, standing along strangers, standing close to one another, waiting for them to begin their performance. She then felt a presence, some guy tried to touch her hair in the back, drunk as hell, she absolutely told him to fuck off while Mary just put her arm around Anna's shoulders to keep her closer and to – somehow – avoid another unwanted contact. When Anna rose her eyes on the stage, she saw Roger's expression. It was a true mixture of rage, incomprehension and anxiety. She could ready each one of these emotions from where she was. She was curious to know why he had such expressions imprinted on his pretty face, why he had to experience these feelings all together. Suddenly, Freddie's voice broke the hubbub in the room after Brian's introductions and some cheers for Roger, who wasn't clearly paying attention to whoever shouted his name in the crowd.

“Hello beautiful people,” Freddie cheered the audience as a voice rose asking where Tim was and who this “Paki” was.

Anna and Mary looked back at the man and almost killed him with their eyes; but as soon as they turned back to face the stage, they saw Freddie struggling with the microphone during the beginning of the song. Nearly hitting John, nearly killing John on his first performance, with the microphone. Yet, he still managed to catch audience's attention while singing so perfectly the song they all knew, or thought they knew. As soon as the lyrics began to change, Freddie winked at Anna and the grin on his face grew.

Brian's expression went funny. Anna could kill – metaphorically speaking – to see this expression on Brian's face; she could almost hear him saying “Wrong lyric, Fred” while continuing to play on his guitar, which was absolutely hilarious when you were aware of the little trick Freddie had prepared.

The band's meeting just after this gig was the best one Anna assisted to so far. When Mary and her entered the space, Freddie almost ran to hug Anna tight. She hugged him almost as tight as he did.

“Thank you darling, thank you for helping me,” he exclaimed after breaking the hug a while after and fondly looking at Mary then. “Anna's the other genius who wrote this song.”

“The other what?!” Anna could hear irritation in Roger's voice. She wasn't sure what it was about. Was it about what happened just before they came on stage, when his expression was a monstrous medley of emotions or because of the change of the lyrics?

“Anna you didn't,” Brian interrupted while looking at Anna, somehow disappointed, or just maybe weary.

“We worked all night long,” she admitted as she sat on the armrest of the couch, playing nervously with her afro, “and the result isn't as bad as I thought it could actually be.”

“I feel betrayed,” Brian said, looking like a sad puppy at Anna who just sent him a kiss across the room. “No kiss will heal the betray of a friend, Anna.”

“Soothe the pain maybe then?”

“I can go for a kiss as an apologize,” Roger said while looking at Anna from across the room with a playful smile on his face. “I'm all for negotiations.” She blew him a kiss, jokingly and then began to laugh. Roger's face became paler than usual, he went silent for a long moment, maybe for a too long moment.

“You got Roger but not me,” Brian continued, and Roger internally thanked him for his intervention at that particular moment, when he felt maybe too much, when he remembered how pissed Anna looked when that guy touched her hair while he was on stage, not able to tell him to fuck off and when he remembered that she blew him a kiss, jokingly. Softly. He got shivers down his spine, body relaxed, his mind being somewhere else for a long moment as he lost himself into her blue eyes.

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As Queen was rising, Anna became a regular in their rehearsing room along with Mary. The two girls were always sitting somewhere in the room, doing their things as the boys were playing music. Anna found it absolutely calming, even when they were trying to rip their heads off – when Roger tried to rip Freddie's head off mostly – because the music they made right after was divine. Especially when The Night Comes Down was performed next to them, the two girls caught themselves moving their heads in rhythm with Roger's drums while listening to the song. One of Brian's masterpieces, and Anna, as an English major, went crazy when she heard it for the first time. She had already read the lyrics and found them particularly beautiful, but hearing these in Freddie's mouth was another experience, an experience worth living for. She immediately stopped writing whatever she was writing and endlessly looked at them playing, Freddie sitting on the chair next to the piano and Brian carelessly touching the strings of his guitar while John was in the back, playing softly, stiffly. And Roger, Roger never seemed so calm and focused. Anna remarked how glowy his porcelain face was when he was playing, making kissy faces unknowingly as he played. His hair was smoothly moving along with his sharp and precise movements, and sometimes, she managed to catch his eye. His glistening eyes looking at her, and for a second, his confused face became a smiling one: he winked. She chuckled, shaking her head still in rhythm.

On other days, while Mary and Freddie were speaking, Brian in the small kitchen space drinking another tea and Roger somewhere, over the rainbow probably, John and Anna found themselves in the room, each of them sitting on a chair, in perfect silence. Anna would lie if she told that she found this silence awkward, it was, indeed, a great silence. Mostly, John was scribbling something on a notepad, Freddie gave it to him a few months after he joined the band, as a gift and John felt really happy about it, genuinely happy, and Anna would sit an try to write an essay about another lecture she had or about another poet's feature. The would look up, lock their eyes, smile and finally, go back to their activity. It was strangely relieving. John wasn't talkative, and Anna usually neither and somehow this kind of relationship brought them close. It became a ritual, nobody – except Roger, – would disturb them.

“What are you doing,” Roger finally asked, after making so much noise that Anna could hear John sigh while writing something, so she rose her eyes and smiled. He smiled to. Roger smiled too and came nearer. She hoped that he wouldn't ask questions, vain hopes.

“Magic as you can see,” she sarcastically answered as Roger was peeking over her shoulder, “trying to cast a spell to maybe become rich and famous someday and to have a good grade. But the grade part is optional actually,” she admitted while looking up. She saw his beautiful eyes looking down at her, nearly veiled by his fringe. He had a halo made of light-bub light above his head.

“Want some help?” he offered.

“You're a dentist, Roger.”

“Fuck off Anna,” he replied visibly annoyed. But this comment didn't prevent him from sitting next to her in the couch. “I may be a dentist, but that doesn't mean I don't know shit about literature and whatever you're doing here.”

“Oh really? Wow, Mr. Taylor will help me with my essay,” she teased him as he looked at her. “Okay, let's see what you've got then. See?” she asked while pointing at the line she was actually studying, “I need to find the exact definition of the term, so I'll be able to...”

They spent an hour and a half trying to understand what exactly the author meant in this poem, what could be useful to comment upon this Nightingale. Roger was smart, smarter than Anna thought and she was ashamed to admit it. He frowned when he couldn't get the point of the author, trying to analyze the structure of the line as well as he could, while Anna was analyzing the stress pattern of the line, iambic pentameter, fade away... They didn't even notice when Freddie's voice could be heard from the other side of the room, complaining about Roger being “so involved” that Brian had to seriously talk to him, for his own sanity. And maybe John's.

“Rog, Freddie will rip your head off if you don't get up and come banging your drums,” he said, as both Roger and Anna looked up at him, in great confusion. “You're late Roger, and you're lucky that I'm the one coming and not Freddie.”

“I heard that darling,” Freddie commented.

“Shit, sorry!” Roger said, understanding finally what was going around him. The bubble burst, and the moment he was sharing with Anna was over. “I was helping Anna with this analysis and then...”

“Freddie, I'm absolutely sorry,” Anna said looking at Freddie across the room, “it won't happen again! I won't steal your drummer any longer I promise!”

“He wasn't bothering you?” Brian asked, a bit off and confused as he got a nasty look from Roger.

“Hey, I'm not the botherer here, mate!” Roger commented, with or without innuendo.

“He was actually quite helpful, Brian! Who knew something was under this blond wig!” she joked.

“First of all, fuck you Anna and second of all, don't you give me that look Brian I can be helpful!”

“If you say so, Rog,” Brian commented , a smile on his lips after Anna's comment.

“Yes darlings, be all lovey dovey while John and I are dying out here because we can't rehearse,” Freddie remarked, striking a dramatic pose that made Mary chuckle as John just rose his shoulder, having his bass hanging on one side.

“I'm ready Freddie, let's do your thing,” Roger said while getting up, before turning again to look at Anna. “Mr. Taylor was pleased to help you, Mrs. Anna,” he winked at her, with a teasing smile. Anna could hear Brian sigh and catch a glimpse of his deary expression. The poor guy had to deal with this group – Freddie and Roger – all day long, courageous man. “So, we're playing what now?”

“Liar,” Freddie answered, his look full of surprises, Mary standing next to him.

“Very funny Fred,” Roger remarked as he reached his drum set and sat, waiting for them to begin.

John and Anna were sitting in silence, each one of them trying to focus on their work, on anything while the band took a small break. Strangely, Roger was nowhere to be seen, no shouting, no talking, no peeking, nothing. When both of them heard light footsteps next to them, they rose their heads to find Roger: Anna gave John a knowing look as the man just nodded before heading back into his work. Russian roulette: who Roger wanted to bother today? Anna already felt that her essay's conclusion was to be forgotten, not done here, not today actually but how wrong she was. Roger sat on the couch where she was, on the opposite side with a pen and a small notebook. He curled one leg up on the couch, as he put the notebook on his lap and began to think, deeply think as he frowned. He then began to scribble on his paper. John and her exchanged a curious look, as Roger sat silently and began to tap his fingers on the hard cover of the notebook. Curiosity killed the cat. Anna approached his side of the couch, leaving the conclusion of her essay, and began to peek over his shoulder, as he always did either to John or her.

“What are you doing here, Roger,” she playfully asked, as he always did when he came in the room to bother John or her.

“Magic,” he sarcastically replied mocking her as her eyes opened a bit wider in confusion, “trying to cast a spell in order to have a great song, the great part is actually optional.” She chuckled as she remembered saying the exact same thing to him the other day.

“I guess you could use some English major help then,” she offered as Roger always did.

“You're implying that I can't write all by myself?”

“I'm implying that you came here because you wanted either John's”, she began to say before noticing that John was already on the other side of the room, speaking with Freddie, “or my help. But it seems that I'll be the only one offering help here,” she suggested. “What's the title of the song?”

“Modern Times Rock'n Roll,” he proudly answered looking at her.

“Very evocative of... Rock'n roll?” She had a little smile on her face as she wasn't really sure what to say about the song.

“You're so perceptive it hurts Anna, I'm impressed,” he admitted nodding slowly.

“Show me that thing, I want to see the lyrics Mr.Taylor!”

He put the notebook on her lap and she looked at the lyrics with great attention. It wasn't Brian's fondness and delicateness put on page, but something more... Effective? She knew absolutely nothing about rock compared to Roger who was following every trend, many bands, reading, writing about it... And these lyrics weren't made to sound only “pretty” – these actually weren't what Anna could call “pretty” but “accurate” and “well chosen” for this subject – but to state something: the changes in the rock world. So, it didn't require a lot of metaphors, no love interest, no Kings nor Queens, but only words, raw words arguing about the new rock facing the old one. And Anna would lie if she didn't admit that it was pretty interesting to see lyrics under this perspective. She laid her eyes on him, on this porcelain face framed by blond strands of hair and asked if he could sing it. Bloody yes, was his only answer. He looked as excited as a child on Christmas Eve. He closed his eyes for a moment, began to tap his fingers on the couch they were sitting on and sang. So he did. His raw and raspy voice was everything the lyrics needed. Anna could not imagine Freddie singing this song, not with as much passion as Roger did with his own song, with the knowledge, the wisdom. Freddie was amazing, but this was Roger's turn to show off – besides his falsettos that they once discovered when the man saw a spider and began to cry his lungs out, a marvelous moment as Freddie recalls. Anna's mind was dazzled, impressed.

“So?” he finally asked, looking at her a bit longer than he should, making her realize that she went silent for a moment.

“So?”

Nothing to say?”

“You want compliments or real judgment?” she said joining her hands around her knee and leaning back.

“Do I look like somebody craving for compliments?”

“Kind of,” she joked as he frowned before she continued. “It was really good, I'm pretty impressed,” Roger's ego was puffing in front of Anna as a mating pigeon.“But”, she continued as his enthusiasm faded immediately away, “I have a problem with this line, let me show you...” She looked at the paper, searching with her finger for the line that didn't sound good to her ear, not as good as the rest of the song. “Here! And my musical's life lookin' // Like a long Sunday School cruise, the idea is good but... It doesn't sound well actually... It lacks something...”

“Lacks something?” he asked, astonished by her remarks as she began to bit her thumb while thinking about something better. The verb “lookin'” was really bothering her, there was an alliteration in “l” which should be nice, but as a matter of fact it gave a heavy tone to the line...

“It seems a bit off, you know what I mean?”, he frowned even more, but now in incomprehension. She remained silent for a while, thinking about what could replace this verb to make it more airy, a sunny afternoon, a light afternoon... “What about changing lookin' into feelin'?”

“This was the only thing bugging you, like really?” his voice was almost full of reproach, but more full of relief. He thought that his song was absolutely off, lacking something more essential, but here, she was just going into details. Which was good. Actually really good.

“Shut up Roger!” she said as she straightened on the couch and pointed at the lyrics. “The alliteration in “f” will be more effective here, it will give a lighter effect than the one in “l” which is basically heavier... Try with feelin' then.”

“You became a musicologist or what?” he joked as she elbowed him with a small chuckle.

“Poetic studies specialist would be more accurate,” she corrected him, “I want to hear it, try it please!”

Her excitement was remarkable. Roger sang the lines as she requested, and it felt lighter, gave some air into the structure of the song. But this wasn't Anna's only remark, the real work only began here. They finally sat there, for a few hours, figuring out ways to make the text as light in sounds to contrast with the heaviness of the thoughts. At one point, their shoulders brushed against each other. They were so close to each other, invading the other's personal space a lot, Anna putting sometimes her hand on Roger's shoulder while he was singing again to give birth to the text again. When she leaned closer, her hair tickled his nose making him sneeze and Anna could only laugh. Roger joining the fun right after. Sometimes one could see some blushing faces when both of them realized how close they were.

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💜💜 PG MM Anon(II) 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 5

26. May 24

MM ANON …… Cummings going?………Lottie nottie going ……… Harry’s 💡idea……… “give birth? Incapable!! ……… “during yachting “………… “ I’ve seen the evidence “ ………… “ she lied to TBRF” ……… MOS knows!! …… 🎼we’re all going on a summer 🎼………… to pray or not pray………… “ Pleeeeez gan gan!! “……… “ one day you shall sweet girl” ……… “ next year , if things are admissible “ ……… “ he’s a tad grumpy ma’am”……… “ ignore him Sydney”

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 24/2020

RIDDLE #27

Cummings going?………

IF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN THE FILM BREXIT WITH BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH, YOU MUST! IT TELLS THE STORY OF HOW DOMINIC CUMMINGS SINGLE HANDEDLY BUILT A TEAM TO BRING ABOUT THE LEAVE VOTE, BREXIT, BRITAIN EXITING FROM THE EU. ITS FAST PACED AND UNBELIEVABLE. ANYHOW DOM IS IN A WORLD OF HURT NOW. MANY REMAINER MP’S AND CIVIL SERVANTS DESPISE HIM, AND THE PAPER SAYS THEY ARE USING DARK MACHINATIONS TO GET HIM OUSTED FROM HIS POSITION IN THE CURRENT GOVERNMENT. HE IS IN A NON ELECTED POSITION AS THE PM’S MOST SENIOR ADVISOR. THE ISSUE IS, HIM BREAKING LOCKDOWN ESPECIALLY WHILST BOTH HE AND HIS WIFE HAD THE VIRUS. THEY DROVE THE 263 OR SO MILES TO HIS FAMILIES HUGE ESTATE AND STAYED THERE DESPITE THE MEDIA NOT BEING TOLD OF THE TRIP WHEN BEING TOLD HE WAS ISOLATED WITH THE VIRUS. THE PM BACKED HIM. HOWEVER THE DURHAM POLICE CAUTIONED HIM OR TICKED HIM. AS THE PAPER SAID. SO THERE IS A RAMPAGE NOW TO OUST HIM. WITH PM BOJO, I THINK SHOULD TAKE MORE TIME OFF TO RECOVER, NOW HIS MOST SENIOR AIDE ON THE CHOPPING BLOCK THESE ARE SERIOUS DAYS.

Lottie nottie going ………

THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE DECIDED THAT CHARLOTTE WILL NOT RETURN TO SCHOOL JUNE 1ST. THEY WANT HER AND GEORGE TO BE TOGETHER DURING LOCKDOWN AND RETURN TO SCHOOL AT THE SAME TIME. I THINK THAT IS VERY WISE, ESPECIALLY WITH JUNE BEING THE LAST FEW WEEKS OF SCHOOL. AND YES THEY ASKED AND WANTED MY OPINION 😄🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

Harry’s 💡 idea……… “

MADAMS PR HAS SHIFTED ALL!!!!! THE BLAME ONTO HARRY. IT WAS TOTALLY HIS IDEA TO ABANDON EVERYTHING HE HAS EVER HELD DEAR, THOSE HE LOVES, HIS HOME ETC FOR AN OLD SEAHAG YACHTING …ETC YOU GET MY MEANING. THIS IS SOOO DISGUSTING AND SHE KNOWS SHE IS NEAR THE END. OH YES, PR GOES ON, SHE ASKED HIM REPEATEDLY ARE YOU SURE??? IS HE KIND? ARE YOU OK? THIS PR GAME HAS REALLY OPENED MY EARS AND EYES.

“give birth? Incapable!! ……… “during yachting “………… “ I’ve seen the evidence “ ………… “ she lied to TBRF” ……… MOS knows!! ……

SO FOR WHATEVER REASON, PROOF NOW MADAM IS NOT CAPABLE OF GIVING BIRTH. SOMETIMES FOR WOMEN IT IS JUST HOW THEIR BODY IS, ECTOPIC PREGNANCIES, PCOS, COMPLICATIONS FROM A TEEN PREGNANCY, OR NUMEROUS ABORTIONS. WHO KNOWS WHAT APPLIES HERE.

DID ONE GET PREGNANT DURING YACHTING AND ABORT? I AM SURE THAT HAS HAPPENED TO MANY A YACHT GIRL BECAUSE IT HAPPENS TO MANY REGULAR WOMEN WHO HAVE NOWHERE NEAR THE PARTNERS OF A YACHTER. I AM NOT TRYING TO OFFEND, I FIND THIS DISTASTEFUL, BUT THIS IS WHAT WE ARE DEALING WITH HERE.

SO THERE IS EVIDENCE OF INFERTILITY NOW. YESTERDAY THE RIDDLE WAS THERE THIS IS MORE “EVIDENCES (PLURAL) OF PAST YACHTING”. MAYBE NOT ALWAYS INFERTILE BUT NOW FOR CERTAIN. THE MOS KNOWS. THIS LAWSUIT WILL BE THE UNDOING. STUPIDEST DECISION YET TO FILE THAT LAWSUIT SO ARROGANTLY.

AND THERE WE HAVE IT, LYING ,TREASON, COERCION, WHAT A GREAT ENTERTAINING STORY THIS IS EH KIDS? 😉 WHAT FILTH AND SLIME. HITS ME AGAIN AS I AM PROOFREADING HOW VILE THIS INDIVIDUAL IS, ALLEGEDLY.

🎼we’re all going on a summer 🎼…………

YEP NEXT WEEKEND MORE RESTRICTIONS LIFTED. BY SUMMER VACATION SHALL HAPPEN. INTERESTING IN THE DM, THE ORIGINAL METRICS OF THE VIRUS SPREAD HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY CONTRADICTED BY NUMEROUS STUDIES AND THAT THE DECISIONS THE GOVERNMENT MADE WERE BASED ON FLAWED DATA USING VERY FLAWED CODING. INQUIRY BECKONS AS MORE SCIENTISTS COME OUT AGREEING WITH THIS.

to pray or not pray…………

LIKE TO BE OR NOT TO BE, FROM THE BARD’S HAMLET. I SAY ALWAYS PRAY ALWAYS!! BUT WHAT IS THE MEANING HERE? HOPEFULLY HOUSES OF WORSHIP CAN REOPEN SOONER THAN EXPECTED IN THE U.K. I KNOW HMTQ IS GREATLY MISSING ATTENDING HER SUNDAY CHURCH SERVICES

“ Pleeeeez gan gan!! “……… “ one day you shall sweet girl” ……… “ next year , if things are admissible “ ……… “ he’s a tad grumpy ma’am”……… “ ignore him Sydney”

THE FAMILY TIME. CHARLOTTE IS PLEADING FOR SOMETHING, HMTQ ASSURES HER, ONE DAY WILL COME. I WONDER IF IT RIDING THE GREAT BIG HORSES AT WINDSOR CASTLE. WE KNOW HOW MUCH THE PONY WAS WANTED AND HOW THAT WENT FROM PAST RIDDLES. OR SIMPLY A VISIT FOR HUGS, WE ARE ALL WAITING FIR THAT DAY.

HMTQ SPEAKING WITH LG, NEXT YEAR FOR A TRIAL, IF THE EVIDENCE IS ADMISSIBLE. AFTER ALL THIS TIME AND SO MUCH SEEN BY THE PUBLIC THERE HAD BETTER BE ADMISSIBLE EVIDENCE.

HIMSELF IS NOT HAPPY, TIRED OF LOCK DOWN AND THIS NEWS OF EVIDENCE IS NOT HELPING. HMTQ ASSURES SYDNEY, EVER FAITHFUL SYDNEY, TO JUST IGNORE HIM AND CARRY ON.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬��🇦🇺🇳🇿

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27. May 25

MM ANON …… Charlottes WWWeb……… Rules, What Rules. ……… in flight,flight. ………… Tinsel down……… hugs not bugs ………… non essential retailers open ………… no pubs, sport , cinemas, theatres, …………… Cummings,a shaggy dog story. ……… a very angry electorate ………… “ I want to go school gan gan”………“let’s see your dancing “………”no, school gan gan!!……… “ Oooooo, whats mummy doing “ ………… “ Sydney, refreshments ‘please.

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💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 25/2020 SEVEN MONTHS UNTIL CHRISTMAS 🎄

RIDDLE #28

Charlottes WWWeb………

E.B. WHITE WROTE THIS CLASSIC. I REMEMBER READING THIS IN SCHOOL, ITS A MARVELLOUS STORY ABOUT “SOME PIG” AND A SPIDER CALLED CHARLOTTE. OH IT IS CHARMING. HERE WE HAVE WWW, AS IN ONLINE WEBSITE. CHARLOTTE IS VERY LIKELY DOING SCHOOLWORK ONLINE AS ARE MILLIONS OF STUDENTS AROUND THE GLOBE. BUT I REALLY WOULD LOVE THE THOUGHT OF PERHAPS HER TEACHER IS READING THIS BOOK TO THE STUDENTS VIA ZOOM OR SOME OTHER ONLINE PLATFORM.

Rules, What Rules. ………

HUGE MAJOR PRESS CONFERENCE TODAY,I WATCHED THE ENTIRE THING. MP’S AND CITIZENS ARE CALLING FOR DOM CUMMINGS HEAD, NOT LITERALLY OF COURSE, FOR WHAT ARE NOW FOUR FLAGRANT VIOLATIONS OF THE LOCKDOWN RULES. HE HAD THE PRESS CONFERENCE IN THE GARDENS OF DOWNING, TABLE SET UP, MICROPHONE SET UP, LOVELY JUG OF WATER ON HIS TABLE, NO STANDING FOR DOM, HE HAD A COMFY CHAIR. IT WAS WILD. I THOUGHT IT WAS TO SET A SERENE SCENE. I THINK THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN HIS HOPE, AS HE PROCEEDED TO READ HIS NARRATIVE AND EXPLANATION OF EVENTS . THE REPORTERS WERE HAVING NONE OF IT AND WENT FOR THE JUGULAR, IN A BRITISH MANNER OF COURSE. NO APOLOGY, NO RESIGNATION, FROM DOM, JUST A RIGHTEOUS EXPLANATION WITH HIS BELIEF NO WRONGS WERE COMMITTED. THE PUBLIC ARE FURIOUS. DO AS I SAY, NOT AS I DO. DIFFERENT RULES FOR DIFFERENT PEOPLE. KIDS WE ALL KNOW THE GAME, THAT IS HOW THE WORLD IS. PM BOJO IS STILL NOT FULLY RECOVERED BUT APPEARS TO BE STANDING BY DOM. THIS IS REALLY UGLY KIDS AND IT IS ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE. THE HUGE FEAR IS THE PUBLIC WILL CEASE ABIDING BY ANY COVID-19 MEASURES WITH THE WEATHER WARMING UP AND SUCH FLAGRANT DISREGARD FOR THE RULES HE HELPED CRAFT. NONE OF THIS IS MY OPINION I AM SUMMARIZING THE PRESSER.

in flight,flight. …………

TODAY THERE IS SPECULATION THAT THE PLANE CRASH IN KARACHI A FEW DAYS AGO THE LANDING WHEELS WERE NOT DEPLOYED. WHETHER THIS WAS A PILOT ERROR OR MECHANICAL ERROR HAS YET TO BE DETERMINED. ONE ARTICLE I READ, WAS ENTITLED PILOT FORGETS TO DEPLOY LANDING GEAR. SIMPLY HORRIFIC CRASH AMAZINGLY I THINK TWO SURVIVED. THEY WERE IN FLIGHT AS THEY LANDED, HORRIFIC.

Tinsel down………

WELL, WELL, WELL, PR TODAY SAYING THE SUSSEXES ARE MOVING TO NYC TO GET AWAY FROM REPORTERS🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂. PINNOCHIOS NOSE WOULD HAVE BROKEN OFF LONG AGO. REALLY RACHEL, ANY IDEA HOW THE WORLD IS LAUGHING AT YOU?🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

hugs not bugs …………

WE ARE ALL BEYOND NEED OF HUGS, HUG DEPRIVED. THOSE OF YOU WITH THOSE YOU LOVE, THAT ARE TOGETHER IN LOCKDOWN, BE GLAD OF THAT. IT KILLS ME NO HUGS FOR MONTHS I AM SO HUG DEPRIVED. I WONDER IF THE PUBLIC IN THE U.K. AND ELSEWHERE WILL DISREGARD PHYSICAL DISTANCING, ESPECIALLY AS THINGS ARE LOOSENING UP, AND THE WEATHER IS GORGEOUS. I TELL YOU, MY BEST FRIEND POPPED BY AS A SURPRISE TODAY, AND IT WAS ABSOLUTELY TORTURE NOT TO HUG HELLO AND GOODBYE. ONE STUDY, I THINK IT WAS THE ONE FROM OXFORD SAID THE VIRUS WILL BE GONE BY SEPTEMBER. BUT THE , I FORGET THE TITLE BUT THE SCIENTIST FROM THE LAB IN WUHAN SAID THERE ARE THREE SIMILAR STRAINS THERE IN THE LAB BUT ONLY MATCHED 78% TO COVID-19. IS ANYONE ELSE COMPLETELY TIRED OF THIS ALREADY? I HAVE MY GOOD DAYS AND BAD DAYS BUT IT IS SHOCKING HOW EASILY WE COMPLY AND HAVE LIBERTIES JUST REMOVED. NOW I SEE DM HEADLINE SAYING ALL SHOPS TO OPEN JUNE 15/2020. I HOPE SOON WE CAN JUST RESTART THE ECONOMY AND DEAL WITH THE ILLNESS SIMULTANEOUSLY.

non essential retailers open ………… no pubs, sport , cinemas, theatres, ……………

THE OXYMORON OF COVID RULES, YOU CAN BUY BOOZE BUT NOT SEE A DENTIST EVEN IN EMERGENCY. I READ IN THE DM THE OTHER DAY A DENTIST TOLD A MUM TO USE BABYBEL CHEESE WAX AS A FIX FOR HER CHILDS FILLING THAT HAD COME OUT. FOR THE SAKE OF MENTAL HEALTH THESE OUTLETS FOR SOCIALIZATION ARE BECOMING ESSENTIAL. WILL BE INTERESTING TO SEE HOW RULES ARE FOLLOWED IN THE U.K. AFTER DOM’S PRESSER THIS AFTERNOON.

Cummings,a shaggy dog story. ……… a very angry electorate …………

OOPS THIS SHOULD GO WITH RULES , WHAT RULES, SCROLL UP. AS I SAID YESTERDAY SEE THE FILM BREXIT, YOU WILL GET A STRONG FLAVOUR OF DOMINIC CUMMINGS. AGAIN REPEATING MYSELF BUT TO THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW HE WAS PIVOTAL IN SETTING UP THE TEAM ALONG WITH. CAMBRIDGE ANALYTICS YEP THE VERY SAME, IN THE BREXIT VOTE WITH GREAT SUCCESS. HE IS THE PM’S MOST SENIOR ADVISOR, HAS GREAT POWER AND INFLUENCE BUT IS NOT AN ELECTED PERSON. THIS HAS MANY VERY ANGRY.

“ I want to go school gan gan”………“let’s see your dancing “………”no, school gan gan!!……… “ Oooooo, whats mummy doing “ ………… “ Sydney, refreshments ‘please.

AHHHHH MY FAVOURITE, FAMILY TIME. CHARLOTTE IS BEMOANING THE FACT THAT SHE CANNOT RETURN TO SCHOOL JUNE 1ST AND TELLING HMTQ, AKA GAN GAN ,HOPING MAYBE SHE HAS SOME INFLUENCE🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE DECIDED GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE WILL REMAIN TOGETHER ON LOCKDOWN AND RETURN TO SCHOOL TOGETHER. THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE FOR A MYRIAD OF REASONS. HMTQ TRIES TO DISTRACT HER WITH ASKING TO SEE HER TIK TOK DANCE MOVES BUT OUR STRONG WILLED CHARLOTTE IS HAVING NONE OF IT, SCHOOL IS HER AGENDA!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 ANOTHER METHOD OF DISTRACTION, ASKING WHAT CATHERINE IS UP TO. AFTER SUCCESS AND THE CALL ENDS. HMTQ SETTLES INTO THE SITTING ROOM WITH HIMSELF TO WATCH THE BBC NEWS AND ASKS SYDNEY FOR THEIR COCKTAILS AS PER USUAL, GIN AND DuBONNET FOR HER AND BODDINGTONS FOR HIMSELF. BOY THE NEWS IS GOING TO BE THUNDERBOLTS.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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28. May 26

MM ANON …… Kate re-opening high street……… “excellent, as retail ambassador “……… W&K will have the public’s ear” …………”a late family tour ma’am’……… “ that’ll put a a Kate among the pidgins” …… “ a damaging tome sir “……… “ opening book shops, how’ll that work?……… “you can’t handle books……… “ o’ Philip, a quiet night”…… “ bloody hell !! What’ no tic-toc ?……… “nanny’s organised bingo”:…… “ ahhh, ……… Sydney ‘ something strong!!

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 26/2020. RIDDLE #29

Kate re-opening high street……… “excellent, as retail ambassador “……… W&K will have the public’s ear”

IT WAS ANNOUNCED YESTERDAY THAT MANY NON-ESSENTIAL SHOPS/STORES/RETAIL BUSINESSES THE U.K. CAN REOPEN JUNE 15/2020. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8357009/Coronavirus-UK-Britains-shoppers-face-new-normal-one-way-walking-systems.html

I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE EXCITEMENT WITH SOME HESITATION AND THE QUEUES WILL BE KILOMETRES LONG.😮😮😮😮😮😬😬😁😁😁. PEOPLE ARE CLIMBING THE WALLS ALREADY,NOT LITERALLY, BUT GOING STIR CRAZY. AND WANT SOME NORMALCY BACK IN THEIR LIVES.

AMONGST OFFICIALS, BOTH POLITICAL , MEDICAL AND SCIENTIFIC, THERE ARE CONCERNS ABOUT TOO MUCH TOO SOON OR TOO MUCH WAS DENIED AND THE CRUSHED ECONOMY. WITH DOMINIC CUMMINGS BEHAVIOUR, THE CONCERN IS THAT PEOPLE WILL JUST NO LONGER COOPERATE LIKE SHEEP,AS SOME CALL US. THIS IS VERY CONCERNING. SO I HAVE NOT READ THIS OR HEARD THIS BUT HAVING CATHERINE START A CONVERSATION, IF YOU LIKE, WITH THE PUBLIC, REMINDING OF THE PRECAUTIONS STILL NEEDED IE PHYSICAL DISTANCING, STAY HOME IF UNWELL ETC YOU KIDS KNOW ALL THIS AND ARE WELL AWARE SO I DO NOT HAVE TO BEAT A DEAD HORSE HERE.

HAVING THE CAMBRIDGES ACT AS A BRIDGE OR AMBASSADORS, HAVING THEM SET THE TONE OF THE RETURNING PROCESS AND STILL BE CAUTIOUS WILL BE VERY EFFECTIVE. AS MM ANON SAYS, THEY ARE VERY MUCH AWARE IF THE PULSE OF THE POPULATION AND ARE THROUGH THE ROOF POPULAR.

…………”a late family tour ma’am’……… “ that’ll put a a Kate among the pidgins”

THIS IS AGAIN THE REFERRAL TO THE CAMBRIDGE FAMILY VISITING AMERICA FOR A TOUR ONCE IT CAN BE SAFELY SCHEDULED. MM ANON MENTIONED THIS A FEW DAYS AGO. A CAT AMONG THE PIDGINS🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. MADAM , WHO IS STILL SCREECHING LIKE A SEAHAG OVER CATHERINE’S GORGEOUS TATLER MAGAZINE COVER, WILL SELF IMPLODE WITH THE POSITIVE MEDIA THAT WILL RESULT,ESPECIALLY WITH THE CHILDREN ALONG.🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯😱😱😱😱😱😭😭😭🥺🥺😩😩ALL APPROXIMATIONS OF HER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS, NEED SOME GREEN IN THERE AS WELL.

PUTTING THAT ASIDE, HOW AMAZING WOULD THIS TOUR BE VISITING AMERICA. PRESIDENT TRUMP WILL LITERALLY ROLL OUT A RED CARPET WELCOME AND I AM CERTAIN A HUGE WHITE HOUSE BANQUET. OH I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO SEE THE PHOTOS OF EVERYTHING.

…… “ a damaging tome sir “……… “ opening book shops, how’ll that work?……… “you can’t handle books………

TOME IS A BIG HEAVY BOOK. WE HAVE TWO TO BE RELEASED SHORTLY. LADY COLIN CAMPBELL’S:MEGHAN AND HARRY, THE REAL STORY. THE SECOND “BOOK” , AND ONE USES THE WORD BOOK IN THE LOOSEST TERM, IT WILL HAVE A COVER, A BACK, AND PAGES IN BETWEEN BY SCOOBY DOO AND DURAND. THIS ENTIRE THINGY, REFUSE TO CALL IT A BOOK AGAIN, WILL BE PR LIES, FRONT TO BACK. I HAVE NO DOUBT IT WILL BE PURE FILTH. THE OTHER ONE I THINK MIGHT BE SOMEWHAT EXPLOSIVE BUT WILL STOP SHORT OF ANYTHING THE BRF OR NATIONAL/INTERNATIONAL SECURITY RELATED.

OPENING BOOK SHOPS IS REFERRING TO UNLOCKINGDOWN OF BOOK SHOPS AND PEOPLE BUYING THE BOOK IN SHOPS VERSUS ONLINE BECAUSE THEY WANT TO SHOP IN A REAL STORE, GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE. DISCUSSING HERE WITH LG, IN ANTICIPATION IF HIGH DEMAND FOR THE BOOK, BY LADY CAMPBELL, AND SUGARS FOR THE OTHER THINGY. CONCERNS HOW IT WILL WORK TO MANAGE EXPECTED QUEUES AND PHYSICAL DISTANCING.

THE PHRASE YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE BOOKS IS A REFERENCE TO JACK NICHOLSON IN MILITARY COURT TESTFYING IN THE FILM,A FEW GOOD MEN. THE TRUTHS THAT ATE GOING TO COME OUT ARE GOING TO BE SHOCKING AND DIFFICULT FOR THE GENERAL POPULATION WHO BELIEVE THIS IS THE ULTIMATE LOVE STORY. WE ALL HAVE KNOWN FROM THE START BUT MOST DO NOT. AS LONDON SCOOP SAID UP IS DOWN, DOWN IS UP. BIG EXPLOSIVE NEWS.

“ o’ Philip, a quiet night”…… “ bloody hell !! What’ no tic-toc ?……… “nanny’s organised bingo”:…… “ ahhh, ……… Sydney ‘ something strong!!

HMTQ AND HIMSELF, QUIET EVENING IN THEIR COZY SITTING ROOM. TV ON, I THINK MAYBE A FIRE AS THE EVENINGS ARE STILL CHILLY. HMTQ IS SIGHING AND LAMENTING THE QUIETNESS. HIMSELF ASKS AFTER THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN AND THEIR NIGHTLY DANCING ENTERTAINMENT VIA SOCIAL MEDIA. APPARENTLY BINGO HAS BECOME POPULAR IN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD AND NANNY MARIA BAROLLO HAS ORGANIZED A GAME TO KEEP THE CHILDREN OCCUPIED WITH FUN.

LAMENTATIONS,MA’AM, ARE YOU HUG DEPRIVED AS WELL, YOUR MAJESTY!? I CAN CERTAINLY RELATE TO YOU MA’AM. YES , SYDNEY, DRINKS, PUT SOME EXTRA GIN IN HMTQ DRINK THIS EVENING. OH YOUR MAJESTY, I WISH I COULD GIVE YOU A GENTLE WARM HUG AND VICEVVERSA. 🤗 🤗

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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29. May 27

MM ANON ………”I get tired of Lottie tic-toc-ing” ………… “little Louis gets tired using the trampoline “……… “ I’m off to Queens,tennis “……… back on his Ducati……… Nanny is making 🥘 paella ………… “I’ve managed to acquire that box set ma’am” …… “ Gangs of London or The Sopranos“……… both ma’am”……… “bloody epic Sydney “……… “ is that bumbling Minister still running round the palace “……… “ tell him to piss-orf”……… “ top-ups”

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 27/2020

RIDDLE#30

“I get tired of Lottie tic-toc-ing” ………… “little Louis gets tired using the trampoline “……… “ I’m off to Queens,tennis “……… back on his Ducati……… Nanny is making 🥘 paella …………

THE GOINGS ON IN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD TODAY. PARENTS ARE FINDING TIK TOK IS GETTING ‘OLD’ AS IN ENOUGH ALREADY😫😫😫😫🤣😂😂😂😂.

SOUNDS LIKE THEY HAVE A TRAMPOLINE BUT LOUIS IS TIRING OF IT. I WOULD LOVE PHOTOS OF THAT LITTLE CUTIE JUMPING ON IT WITH CATHERINE.

CATHERINE IS ON HER WAY TO QUEENS COURT FOR HER BI WEEKLY OR IS IT TRIWEEKLY NOW MATCH/LESSONS.SHE IS EXTREMELY GOOD AT TENNIS BUT THEN AGAIN WHAT ISN’T OUR CATHERINE EXCELLING AT??☺️☺️☺️😊😊😊

DID YOU SEE THE PHOTO TODAY OF WILLIAM ALL DRESSED IN LEATHER NEXT TO HIS BIKE, HIS DUCATI. HERE WE CALL THEM CROTCH ROCKETS. WOWZA WAS HE SEXY, YIKES☺️☺️☺️😅😅😅😅🤭🤭😍😍😍😍😍WOWZA WOWZA INDEED.

EVERYONE OCCUPIED, GOING IN A ZILLION DIRECTIONS. NANNY IS FULLY BACK OUT OF ISOLATION AFTER RETURNING FROM SPAIN IS TREATING THE FAMILY TO A CLASSIC SPANISH DISH PAELLA. 🥘 RICE, SEAFOOD, SAUSAGE…SPICES THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. YUMMY!!

ENJOY YOUR DINNER!!

“I’ve managed to acquire that box set ma’am” …… “ Gangs of London or The Sopranos“……… both ma’am”……… “bloody epic Sydney “……… “ is that bumbling Minister still running round the palace “……… “ tell him to piss-orf”……… “ top-ups”

WELL HERE WE RETURN TO WC, AKA WINDSOR CASTLE. HMTQ AND HIMSELF IN THE SITTING ROOM, WITH THEIR COCKTAILS AWAITING SYDNEY’S ARRIVAL. HE HAS MANAGED TO FIND A BOXED DVD SET THEY ARE JONESING TO BINGE WATCH. THIS IS AWESOME!! HMTQ ENQUIRES WHICH HE OBTAINED, GANGS OF LONDON OR THE SOPRANOS. HE GOT THEM BOTH, BOTH EXCELLENT OPTIONS, NOW IT IS TOUGH DECISION TIME!

HIMSELF SAYING BLOODY EPIC😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣I LOVE IT. HE IS VERY HAPPY WITH WHAT SYDNEY HAS COME UP WITH. FOR THOSE WHO KEEP ASKING WHO SYDNEY IS, HE IS ACTUALLY A REAL PERSON, SYDNEY HAS BEEN HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH’S MAN, MODERN IS VALET, FOR DECADES.

HMTQ HAS GIVEN THE PM, BORIS JOHNSON, PERMISSION TO DO HIS JOGGING AKA RUNNING THE GROUNDS OF BUCKINGHAM PALACE. ITS PRIVATE AND BEAUTIFUL. HIMSELF IS MAKING LIGHT OF IT. SAYING TO HMTQ SHE SHOULD HAVE SAID NO TO HIM. I AM CLEANING UP THE LANGUAGE🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

MORE DRINKS AND THE BINGE WATCHING COMMENCES.

AN ABSOLUTE JOY A RIDDLE LIKE THIS IS, THANK YOU MM ANON💜💜😊😊💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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30. May 29

MM ANON …… MM drone ing on…… tittle Tatler ……… lockdown tour T-shirt ………… ahhhhhhh, rate!! ……… school digital haves’ digital have nots……… rid the clap!! ………… one metre ………… “ it’s football Jim, but not as we know it “………… “To his good friends, thus wide lle ope my Armes: ……… “ look Philip,it’s Louis bouncing “ ……… “they have a new dance”……… “ return of a routine“…………” Maria and Lottie swimming “ …… “bloody hydrotherapy on Sunday “……… “ I think that’s enough Sydney “

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Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️. MAY 29/2030

RIDDLE WAS FOR MAY 28/2029

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #31

MM drone ing on……

DRONEING ON MAY MEAN MADAMS PR GOING ON AND ON AND ON, WHICH IT IS. BUT, LAST I READ ON WEDNESDAY, THERE HAD BEEN FOUR SEPARATE POLICE REPORTS MADE REGARDING DRONES FLYING OVER THE MANSION WHERE THEY ARE , AHEM AHEM , STAYING. ☺️😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣RACHEL, PINOCCHIO, RACHEL, FILING FALSE POLICE REPORTS ARE ILLEGAL. HIRING A DRONE AND HIRING A FARRY, AND HIRING A RACHEL, MAYBE NOT SO MUCH. I STILL WANT TO KNOW IF IT IS ILLEGAL TO IMPERSONATE A PRINCE NOT FOR COMEDY, BUT FOR LIES TO THE WORLD. THEY ARE NOT IN L.A. HARRY IS NOT WITH HER. THIS IS JUST MORE LIES. I TRULY WOULD BE CAUTIOUS TO ANYONE COMPLICIT IN FILING FALSE POLICE REPORTS. LG ADD THAT TO THE LIST.

tittle Tatler ………

LIES BUT DIDNT SHE LOOK GORGEOUS ON THE COVER, OUR CATHERINE. KP HAS ALMOST IMMEDIATELY RELEASED A STATEMENT SAYING THOSE WERE LIES, AS THEY SAID “A SWATHE OF INACCURACIES” AND I AM NOT REPEATING THEM. KIDS WHENEVER I TAKE INFORMATION WORD FOR WORD FROM ANOTHER SOURCE, I ALWAYS ENQUOTE AND CITE MY SOURCE, YOU ALL KNOW THAT BY NOW RIGHT? OTHERWISE IT IS PLAGIARISM, MAYBE NOT A BIG DEAL BUT ETHICALLY FOR SURE. ANYHOW SOME VERY CLEVER ANON OR WAS IT VERY CLEVER 💜💜🐼💜💜, JM, HAS A SISTER V, V USED TO WORK FOR THAT RAG MAGAZINE, AND IT IS NOT HARD TO CONNECT THOSE DOTS TO SOMEONE WHO HAS AN EVIL, VILE, JEALOUS HATRED FOR OUR CATHERINE, DISGUSTING!

lockdown tour T-shirt …………

OUR 🇨🇦. DOG,PLUTO, HAS BECOME A YOUTUBE STAR AND WORLD SENSATION LIFTING UP PEOPLE . PLUTO LIVING, IS THE YOUTUBE NAME. SHE HAS GOTTEN INTERVIEWS FROM ALL OVER THE PLACE. SHE STARTED T SHIRTS WEEKS AGO AND I THINK NOW MIGHT HAVE SOME OTHER THINGS TOO A MUG I THINK. ANYHOW , LITTLE PLUTO HAS BEEN REBLOGGED ON 💜💜🐼💜💜 BLOG TOO. VERY VERY CUTE AND DEFINITELY UPLIFTED MILLIONS. SHE HAS BEEN ON A WORLD TOUR AND CONTINUES TO BE VIRTUALLY!!!

BACK TO THE U.K. NOW, DONT TELL ME THIS IS A TSHIRT OF DOMINIC CUMMINGS FOUR BREAKS IN THE LOCKDOWN RULES, IF YOU CHOOSE TO VIEW THEM AS BREAKS. THAT IS UP TO THE BRITISH PUBLIC. I HAVE NO CLUE IF T SHIRTS WILL BE MADE IF THAT.

ahhhhhhh, rate!! ………

THE R RATE IS RELATE TO COVID AND HOW MANY CONTACTS A PERSON WHO TESTS POSITIVE HAS HAD. TRACK AND TRACE. AS THINGS UNLOCKDOW , I LOVE MY INVENTED WORDS🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, THEY WILL BE WATCHING CLOSELY FOR INCREASES IN CASES . TEST, TRACK AND TRACE IN THE THING. PEOPLE WILL GET TATTOOS OF THAT SOME DAY.

AMERICA IS OPENING BIG TIME, THE PRESIDENT ORDERED HOUSES OF WORSHIP TO IMMEDIATELY OPEN. THE COUNTRY NEEDS MORE PRAYER HE SAID. AFRICA IS BEING BADLY INFECTED AND AFFECTED NOW. MANY OF THOSE COUNTRIES ALREADY ARE DEALING WITH HIV AIDS AND MANY OTHER THINGS, LACK OF RESOURCES ETC. OH MY 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

school digital haves’ digital have nots

THE OLD SAYING BETWEEN THE HAVES AND THE HAVE NOTS, MEANING THOSE WHO ARE WEALTHY AND THOSE WHO ARE NOT. THIS IS NOT MEANING THAT. CHARLOTTE IS NOT RETURNING TO SCHOOL JUNE 1ST AS SCHEDULED. THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE THEIR REASONS AND I HAVE MENTIONED IT IN PREVIOUS RIDDLES. SO SOME CHILDREN WILL CONTINUE THEIR SCHOOLING VIA THE INTERNET AND SOME WILL CONTINUE THEIR EDUCATION BACK IN THE CLASSROOM. IT WILL BE QUITE INTERESTING HOW MANY CHILDREN ACTUALLY SHOW UP. OUR SCHOOLS ARE ALL COMPLETELY CANCELLED UNTIL AUTUMN.

……… rid the clap!! …………

THE ORIGINAL IDEA OF CLAPPING FOR HEALTH CARE WORKERS CAME OUT IF ITALY AND SPAIN WHERE SOME SANG, MADE MUSIC, OR BANGED POTS ETC ON THEIR BALCONIES TO RECOGNIZE HEALTH CARE WORKERS. SAME HERE. EXCEPT SOME USED HOCKEY STICKS AND LEFT THEM BY THEIR FRONT DOORS AFTER. IN THE U.K. IT HAS BEEN CLAP FOR THE NHS EVERYDAY THURSDAY EVENING AT DESIGNATED TIME. I CANNOT RECALL THE NAME OF THE LADY WHO FIRST ORGANIZED IT IN THE U.K. BUT I READ, I THINK LAST WEEK, THAT SHE THOUGHT IT WAS GETTING OLD ALREADY AND TIME TO STOP.

one metre …………

THE PHYSICAL DISTANCING HAS BEEN STERNLY TWO METRES, THAT HAS BEEN THE CONSISTENT DIRECTIVE, ALONG WITH HAND WASHING, STAY HOME IF YOU ARE SICK ETC. AS THINGS ARE LOOSENED WILL THIS BE THE NEW DISTANCE? NOT SO HERE BUT PERHAPS IN THE U.K. ONCE HOCKEY RESUMES, IT WILL BE LESS THAN THAT AS THEY WILL ALL BE SAFE TO PLAY OUT OF QUARANTINE AND THEY WILL REMAIN IN QUARANTINE IN HOTELS FOR THE ENTIRE LENGTH OF THEIR TIME PLAYING UNTIL THE FINALS, IF THAT MAKES SENSE. OOOO EXCITING. STUFF!!

“ it’s football Jim, but not as we know it “…………

THIS IS NOW I BELIEVE THE 3RD POSSIBLY 4TH TIME, MM ANON HAS USED THIS STAR TREK REFERENCE AS IF ITS DR MCCOY SPEAKING TO CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK. I WILL MOVE THIS ACROSS THE OCEAN BUT IT WILL MEAN THE SAME. WE ARE GAGGING JUST GAGGING FOR OUR HOCKEY. THE FINALS WOULD NEARLY BE COMPLETED BY NOW. THERE HAVE BEEN A FLURRY OF TALKS IN THE WORKS. THEY ARE GOING TO PLAY IN TWO CITIES. THE TEAMS WILL FLY IN, THEN QUARANTINE FOR 14 DAYS. THEN THEY WILL PLAY, IN EMPTY STADIUMS BUT ZILLIONS OF US WILL WATCH IT LIVE ON TV. I AM CERTAIN THAT SOMETHING SIMILAR WILL TAKE PLACE IN THE U.K. WITH SOCCER/FOOTBALL AS IT IS CALLED THERE. SO GAME YES, STANLEY CUP YES, BUT NEVER EVER AS WE KNEW IT. I WONDER HOW AN EMPTY STADIUM WILL AFFECT THE PLAYERS. THE ORGANIST THERE TOO? MUSIC IS ESSENTIAL TO HOCKEY AS SINGING SONGS IS ESSENTIAL TO SOCCER ⚽️/FOOTBALL IN THE U.K. , EUROPE, OTHER PARTS OF THE WORLD.

“To his good friends, thus wide lle ope my Armes: ………

AGAIN WE RETURN TO THE BARD’S HAMLET. THE SCENE IS SEEKING OUT TRUE FRIENDS AND TRUE ENEMIES OR FAUX FRIENDS. MADAM IS THE QUEEN OF FAUX. ARMES CAN MEAN YOUR ARMS, OR ARMING ONESELF WITH KNOWLEDGE OR WEAPONS. RUMOURS OF SKIPPY, HARRY’S LONG TIME BEST MATE AND RUMOURED LONG TO HAVE ARRANGED THE BOOTY CALL, VISITING L.A. YEAH RIGHT. HERE WE KNOW, HARRY’S TRUE FRIENDS HAVE REMAINED SO. THE FAUX ONES WILL FALL. KNOWLEDGE IS POWER. THERE HAVE BEEN MUCH INVESTIGATION AND MANY ACCOMPLICES WILL FALL, EITHER LEGALLY OR REPUTATIONS. WE HAVE SEEN THE MARKLE EFFECT BIG TIME.

HARRY HAS BEEN SPENDING TIME WITH HIS FRIENDS BEFORE COVID. WE EVEN HEARD OF THE BIG NIGHT OUT WITH THE GUYS BEFORE THE “MOVE” TO L A. I PERSONALLY THINK THAT WAS A HAPPY ANNULMENT NIGHT OUT. TIME WILL TELL. FRIENDS , LOYAL TRUE AND TRUE HAVE REMAINED AND WILL. MADAMS FAKE FRIENDS, WE SHALL SEE THEIR OUTCOME.

“ look Philip,it’s Louis bouncing “ ……… “they have a new dance”……… “ return of a routine“…………” Maria and Lottie swimming “ …… “bloody hydrotherapy on Sunday “……… “ I think that’s enough Sydney “

MY FAVOURITE PART, FAMILY TIME. HMTQ AND PP WATCHING THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ON THEIR IPAD. LOUIS IS BACK AGAIN ON THE TRAMPOLINE AFTER TIRING OF IT YESTERDAY. OF COURSE GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE ARE BOOGEYING TO A NEW DANCE SONG, SHOWING OFF BIG TIME. SOME SEMBLANCE OF A ROUTINE IS RETURNING, ESPECIALLY WHERE I LIVE, WOW!!! I SO WISH I WERE ABLE TO TAKE PART IN RETURNING TO NORMAL AND GOING OUT TOO😞😒. BUT ON WE GO, MARIA BORROLLO, THEIR SPANISH NANNY HAS TAKEN CHARLOTTE FOR A SWIM. DOES KP HAVE AN INDOOR POOL? ITS ONLY 9C HERE BRRR, TUESDAY WAS AIR CON, TODAY HEATING.

HIMSELF HAD A HIP REPLACEMENT A FEW YEARS AGO, SOUNDS LIKE HE IS STILL TAKING PHYSIOTHERAPY VIA THE HYDROBATH, ITS FUNNY, YOU STOCK YOUR HAND IN THE WATER IT FEELS ALL PRICKLY. LIKELY ALSO FOR ARTHRITIC ISSUES AT HIS AGE. HMTQ THINKS HIMSELF HAS HAD ENOUGH TO DRINK.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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31. May 30

MM ANON ……… looting/ shooting ………… “ tic-toc Nanny”………… “ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ……… “ George,do it properly “……… W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ……… “ Nottingham cottage ma’am”………… “like old times ma’ am”……………” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “………… “ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”………… “exiting times ma’am”……… “ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

Thank you….Christopher…Lord Geidt….😊❤️❤️❤️

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 29/2030. RIDDLE #32

looting/ shooting …………

AMERICA IS ON FIRE, QUITE LITERALLY. I WATCHED HOURS TODAY AND THIS EVENING. THERE WAS A CHAP CALLED GEORGE LLOYD WHO DIED WHILE BEING RESTRAINED BY FOUR POLICE OFFICERS IN MINNEAPOLIS.THIS INCIDENT WAS CAPTURED ON VIDEO BY VARIOUS CAMERAS.HUGE PUBLIC REACTION, FIRES AND RIOTING LAST NIGHT, IN VARIOUS AMERICAN CITIES, ESPECIALLY MINNEAPOLIS. PRESIDENT TRUMP TWEETED WHEN THE LOOTING STARTS SO DOES THE SHOOTING. APPARENTLY THAT HAS A MEANING TO SHOOT PROTESTERS AND HAS A LONG HISTORY AS A RACIST PHRASE. I HAD NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE AND THE CHANNEL I WAS WATCHING THEY SAID THEY HAD NOT EITHER. SO TWITTER FLAGGED THIS AS HATE SPEECH. TODAY HE CLARIFIED THE TWEET BY ANOTHER TWO TWEETS, NOTHING RACIAL WAS WRITTEN JUST FACTS, YOU CAN READ THEM IF YOU LIKE. PEOPLE ARE STILL VERY ANGRY. IT IS JUST TERRIBLE, THE NATIONAL GUARD IS THERE, STATE POLICE. POLICE STATION, BUSINESSES BURNED DOWN. THE OFFICER WHO HAD HIS KNEE ON THE GENTS NECK HAS BEEN ARRESTED FOR 3RD DEGREE MURDER. PEOPLE WANT THE OTHER THREE OFFICERS CHARGED AS WELL. MANY PRAYERS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻FOR AMERICA.

“ tic-toc Nanny”………… “ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ……… “ George,do it properly “……… W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ………

BACK TO THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD. NANNY MARIA BAROLLO IS GETTING INTO THE TIK TOC MOW, DANCING AWAY. SHE WANTS LITTLE LOUIS TRY TO DO IT TOO, AND ASKS CHARLOTTE TO GO GET HIM. NANNY TELLING GEORGE HE NEEDS TO DO THE DANCE STEPS PROPERLY. HOW MUCH FUN THIS TIK TOK IS, I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY THE KIDS THESE DAYS LOVE IT, ESPECIALLY WITH LOCKDOWN. IT GETS THEM MOVING AND SOMETHING FUN TO DO. SOUNDS LIKE HMTQ HAS ASKED AFTER WILLIAM AND CATHERINE, BEING TOLD THEIR SCHEDULE WITH THE CHILDREN HOME SCHOOLING, AND THEIR WORK IS QUITE CHALLENGING. BRANDS HATCH, THIS I KNOW FROM MY CHAP IN SCOTLAND WHO LOVED ALL THINGS SPEED, HIS BIKE, HIS SUBARU ETC. IT IS A VERY POPULAR RACE CIRCUIT. SOUNDS LIKE OUR FAVOURITE COUPLE IS HAVING A SPEED DATE🤣🤣🤣😂😂, QUITE LITERALLY. OUT ON HIS BIKE, THE DUCATI, AND DOING THE CIRCUIT. WOULD LOVE THE PHOTOS!!! WILLIAM IN LEATHER…🥰🥰🥰😛😛😁😁😁I POSTED THAT PHOTO ON MY BLOG THE OTHER DAY. LIFE IS SLOWLY RETURNING TO THE NEW NORMAL. GREAT MENTAL HEALTH THERAPY GETTING OUT AND DOING SOMETHING ACTIVE!

“ Nottingham cottage ma’am”………… “like old times ma’ am”……………” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “………… “ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”………… “exiting times ma’am”……… “ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

BACK TO WC, WINDSOR CASTLE. LG IS SPEAKING WITH HMTQ. ASSURING HER HARRY IS SAFELY ENSCONCED AT NOTT COTT AT KP, KENSINGTON PALACE, HIS HOME WITH HIS DOG. REASSURING HER, HIS LIFE IS JUST LIKE OLD TIMES. SOON SOON PUBLIC WILL BE TOLD!!

HMTQ SAYING SHE WILL HAVE A PRIVATE TALK WITH PRESIDENT TRUMP AS DIPLOMACY IS NOT HIMSELF’ STRONGEST POINT. THIS IS REGARDING EVIDENCE AND CHARGES , LONG LIST WHICH NOW INCLUDES FILING REPEATEDLY FALSE POLICE REPORTS, IMPERSONATING A ROYAL PRINCE, ALONG WITH EVERYTHING ELSE. I AM CERTAIN THERE IS FAR MORE THAN WE EVEN KNOW ABOUT. MR TRUMP HIGHLY REGARDS HMTQ AND I AM CERTAIN THEY ARE WORKING IN CONCERT. I HAVE BEEN PRETTY SURE MADAM IS IN THE U.K.BUT THIS COULD BE EXTRADITION TO THE U.K., IF SHE IS IN AMERICA TO FACE CHARGES. OR EXTRADITION OF OTHER KEY PLAYERS OR WITNESSES OR EVIDENCE. LG FIRST NAME IS CHRISTOPHER, HE IS SAYING TO HMTQ EXCITING TIMES…..NO HE IS NOT….HE IS SAYING EXITING TIMES AS IN LEAVING!!! SHE WILL BE GONE, PERMANENTLY AND 💜💜🐼💜💜PAGE WILL TURN GREEN💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚🟢🟢🟢🟢 🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢 ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢 THERE WILL BE NO QUESTIONS ASKED COMPLIANCE OR DOING WHAT SHE ASKS WILL BE INSISTED UPON!!! I THINK PRESIDENT TRUMP BROUGHT EVIDENCE AT THE LAST STATE VISIT AND HE WILL BE 100% ON HMTQ’S SIDE FOR JUSTICE ⚖️. OH KIDS I THINK THINGS ARE SOOOOOOO CLOSE.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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32. May 31

another billionaire friend ………… she lies on lies…………desperate for attention ……… a roadmap to nowhere ……… up up and away ……… all white on the night …………LTA talks with Kate ………… MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

MAY 31/2020

ORIGINAL DATE FOR MAY 30/2020

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE#33

another billionaire friend

WELL, I MISSED THE NEWS YESTERDAY KIDS SO I MAY NOT BE UP TO THIS. ARE “THEY” LEAVING ONE BILLIONAIRE FOR ANOTHER?? A FEW DAYS AGO, HER PR SAID THEY WERE MOVING TO NYC BECAUSE OF THE DRONES AND PAPARAZZI ATTENTION. SINCE WHEN DOES SHE NOT LIKE ATTTENTION? SHE HAS PAID FOR PR FOR YEARS AND CONTINUES TO. SO LEAVING PERRY AND WHICH NEW YORK BILLIONAIRE WILL THE LIE BE ABOUT THAT IS TAKING THEM IN. THERE ARE A PLETHORA OF BILLIONAIRES TO CHOOSE FROM. CLINTONS?

………… she lies on lies…………

HOW OBVIOUS MADAM LIES SO MUCH SHE CANNOT KEEP HER STORIES STRAIGHT. SHE LIES ABOUT THE LIES SGE HAS TOLD, ALLEGEDLY. AGE, JOBS, MARRIAGES, FINANCES NOW I HIGHLY SUSPECT ADD LIVING IN L.A. , BEING A MUM, LIVING AT TP’S MANSION, HIRING DEBECKER, BEING BOTHERED BY DRONES, FILING FALSE POLICE REPORTS IF IN FACT REPORTS WERE FILED AT ALL, MIVING TO NYC….NEED I GO ON. I THINK IN THE WORLS SHE SPUN FROM EVERYBODY LIES. HOLLYWOOD IS ALL LIES, FAKE, PR. NOTHING IS AD WE ARE TOLD IT IS. WE HAVE ALL LEARNED THAT DURING THIS SAGA HAVE WE NOT??

desperate for attention ………

DM SAYING THEY HAVE HIRED THE “SECRET SERVICE FOR WEALTHY PEOPLE” , £7000 PER DAY. AGENCY RUN BY FORMER SS AGENT WITH PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN, GAVIN DE BECKER WHO IS WELL KNOW FOR BEING A MEDIA PUNDIT AND TV,GO TO FOR SECURITY QUESTIONS, I CANNOT TELL YOU THE DOZENS OF TIMES I HAVE SEEN HIM INTERVIEWED. YES! YES!RACHEL, WE KNOW THOUSANDS WANT YOUR AUTOGRAPH BUT NOBODY EXCEPT ****HUB WANTS TO HIRE YOU, MAYBE IF THEY STILL EVEN DO. DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES AND IF ONE IS AS THIRSTY AS RACHEL IS FOR ATTENTION, WELL, PR PR PR.

FREE HUGE PR FOR DE BECKER, I HOPE HE DOESN’T SUFFER THE MARKLE EFFECT TOO .

a roadmap to nowhere ………

BIG PLANS. SUSSEX ROYAL. SHE HAD WEBSITES, HUNDREDS OF THEM WITH EVERY POSSIBLE PERMUTATION OF SUSSEXROYAL ON THEIR TO MAKE MONEY OFF OF THAT. WELL HMTQ TOSSED A BIG OLD SPANNER INTO THE MIX DID SHE NOT. 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂NOPE CANT DO THAT RACHEL OH NOPE CANT USE HRH EITHER. THE WHOLE PLAN WHOOSH. NOW WE ARE ON TO ARCHEWELL……LET US SEE HOW FAR THAT GOES🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. LG PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE YANK THE PLUG!!

up up and away ………

HISTORIC PRIVATE LAUNCH INTO SPACE OF SPACEX FALCON 9 FROM CAPE CANAVERAL FLORIDA WAS SET TO LAUNCH MAY 27/20 BUT WAS DELAYED DUE TO WEATHER. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME A PRIVATE COMPANY HAS LAUNCHED ASTRONAUTS INTO SPACE. IT HAS LAUNCHED INTO SPACE YESTERDAY AND AS I TYPE THIS I AM FOLLOWING ALONG AS THEY HAVE NOW REACHED THE ISS INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION, AND HAVE DOCKED. THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING. ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!!

all white on the night …………

OH I SHALL BE EXTREMELY CAREFUL HOW I WORD THIS BECAUSE I IGNITED AN ATTACK ON MYSELF THE PREVIOUS RIDDLE SIMPLY BY INTERPRETING THE CLUES MM ANON HAD LAID FORTH. I SHALL STATE THIS, PEOPLE ARE GATHERING WORLDWIDE TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS ABOUT RACE, AND RACISM. THERE IS A HUGE UNDERGROUND AND ONLINE SECTOR OF VARIOUS GROUPS ON 4CHAN AND 8CHAN. WE ALL KNOW THIS AS THE DARK WEB WHERE LIKE MINDE D INDIVIDUALS CAN GATHER. SOME ARE FUNDED AND CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUND AS WELL. THERE ARE NEWS REPORTS THAT SOME OF THE EXTREME ALT RIGHT ORGANIZATIONS HAVE BEEN INSTIGATING AND MAKING THINGS WORSE. I HAVE MADE EVERY ATTEMPT NOT TO OFFEND, AS I ALWAYS DO. I COULD GO INTO DETAIL BUT I WILL STOP HERE.

LTA talks with Kate …………

CATHERINE IS A MIX OF BRAIN, PHYSICAL, BRAWN, INTELLIGENCE, EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE, WIFE, PARTNER MUM. SHE HAS FULLY BLOSSOMED AND IT IS MARVELLOUS TO SEE. IN THE PAST FEW RIDDLES MM ANON HAS MENTIONED HER DASHING OFF TO TENNIS LESSONS. WE ALL HEAR SHE IS VERY GOOD EVEN ACCORDING TO A FRIEND OF HER, ROGER FEDERER. CATHERINE IS PATRON OF THE ALL ENGLAND LAWN TENNIS AND CROQUET CLUB. UNFORTUNATELY, WIMBLEDON HAD TO BE CANCELLED THIS YEAR DUE TO COVID-19.

CATHERINE BECAME PATRON OF THE LTA OR LAWN TENNIS ASSOCIATION IN DECEMBER 2016. I WONDER IF THEY ARE GOING TO TRY AND SET UP SOME ON TV ONLY MATCHES, JUST FOR FANS. SIMILAR TO WHAT OTHER SPORTS ARE DOING. I THINK THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.

MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

NOW THIS DOES NOT SURPRISE ME. CHARLOTTE IS A BRILLIANT CHILD IN PERSONALITY. MENSA IS AN ORGANIZATION FOR THOSE WITH SUPER HIGH IQS. I ACTUALLY QUALIFIED. SOUNDS LIKE OUR BUDDING PRINCESS IS ALSO HIGHLY INTELLIGENT, VERY MUCH SO TO ENOUGH DISCUSS MENSA. THIS ORGANIZATION ENCOURAGES LEARNING, SOCIALIZATION, WHICH CAN BE TOUGH IF EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS RUNNING 115 AND YOU ARE 135, IQ NUMBERS THAT IS. THIS IS BRILLIANT. I FIND THIS HIGHLY EXCITING. SOUNDS LIKE CATHERINE IS RECEIVING END OF TERM REPORTS FROM SCHOOL AND THE TERM BRIGHT AS A BUTTON MEANS REALLY SMART AKA BRIGHT.

I THINK SHE JOKINGLY SAYS THE INTELLIGENCE DID NOT COME FROM HER SIDE OF THE FAMILY, THE MIDDLETONS.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂ALSO SOUNDS LIKE WITH THE UNLOCKDOWNING CHANGES THEY ARE COMING TO VISIT IN A WEEK, HOW BRILLIANT!!

ACTUALLY I THINK NOW THIS IS HMTQ SHARING THE NEWS WITH LG AND PR SYDNEY AND HMTQ IS JOKING THAT THE IQ DID NOT COME FROM THEIR SIDE OF THE FAMILY, JUST THE WAY IT IS WORDED. HEY I AM AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY OFFENDER HERE. 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

HMTQ EXCITED THE CAMBRIDGES ARE COMING FOR A VISIT NEXT WEEK, REAL LIVE IN PERSON. DANCE AKA TIK TOK. SHE WANTS SYDNEY TO MAKE FAIRYCAKES OR AS WE IN 🇨🇦 CALL THEM CUPCAKES WITH SPRINKLES AND ICING.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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33. May 31

MM ANON …… it Musk be love ……… nine elms………… agent provocateur ………… teetering on the edge………… body cams?? ………… amateur photographers unite ………… front line statue ……… 🎼I heard it on the grapevine 🎼………… “ no darling not today”……” we’re going to visit gan gan” …………”staying overnight ma’am” ………… “ a few days Sydney “………… “ tomorrow night, it’s a little concert Philip, don’t get grumpy “ ………… “bloody hell, I’m low on refreshments. “

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MAY 31/2020

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #34

it Musk be love ………

ELON MUSK IS A WILD BRILLIANT MINDED BILLIONAIRE WHO NAMED HIS NEWBORN SON DIFFERENT COMBINATION OF LETTERS AND NUMBERS, HE AND HIS GF CHOSE A FEW WEEKS AGO. THEY HAD TO ALTER THE LETTERS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA HAS LAWS ABOUT NAMES, BUT IT IS STILL A WAY OUT THERE NAME. HIS COMPANY HAS BEEN WORKING ON MANY INNOVATIVE SOME SAY CRAZY, MANY SAY IMPOSSIBLE, PROJECTS, BUT HE DANCES LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING. WELL PEOPLE ARE WATCHING NOW KIDS BECAUSE HIS PRIVATE ROCKET NOT ONLY LAUNCHED SUCCESSFULLY BUT TODAY DOCKED AT THE ISS AND THEY HAVE NOW JOINED THE OTHER ASTRONAUTS ON THE ISS, INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. THIS IS A PHENOMENAL ACHIEVEMENT.

nine elms…………

NOW I KNOW THIS IS A PART OF SOUTHWEST LONDON AND THEM BIG OLD TREES GO BACK HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF YEARS. THE NINE ELMS AREA IS BECOMING OR HAS BECOME AN AREA FOR ART GALLERIES. IS THIS WHERE THEY HOLD STILL FINAL 100 PHOTOS CHOSEN WILL BE EXHIBITED?? I KNOW CATHERINE IS PARTNERED WITH THE NATIONAL GALLERY.

agent provocateur …………

MADAM, IT TURNS OUT, HAD A LONG RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP WITH JAMES CHAU, A CHINESE TV PRESENTER. THIS CHAP HAS BEEN ACCUSED BY A BRITISH BUSINESSMAN OF HAVING HIM BEING TIED UP IN AN IRON CHAIR AND TORTURED, DRUGGED . ALSO A CHAP CALLED PETER HUMPHREY HAS ALLEGEDLY DONE A FALSE CONFESSION IN CHINA. THIS ALL HAS TO DO WITH COVID-19 AND THE WHO AND THE INFORMATION CHINA SHARED WITH THE WHO, WORLD HEALTH ASSOCIATION. MY MY RACHEL, YOU TRAVEL WITH SOME DANGEROUS PEOPLE. AGENT PROVACTEUR, IS A SEXY FEMALE WHO USES THAT IN THE ACT OF OBTAINING SECRETS FROM AND ABOUT A FOREIGN ENTITY BE IT COUNTRY OR COMPANY OR INDIVIDUAL REALLY.

teetering on the edge………… body cams?? ………… amateur photographers unite ………… front line statue ………

THE WORLDWIDE PUBLIC GATHERINGS, SOME CALL PROTESTS, FOLLOWING THE MURDER OF A CHAP IN AMERICA BY LAW ENFORCEMENT IN AMERICA. THERE HAVE NOW BEEN MARCHES, CIVIL PROTESTS IN CITIES THE GLOBE OVER. AFTER MONTHS OF BEING STUCK AT HOME, IT SEEMS LIKE A PLUG HAS BEEN PULLED PUT OF THE TUB AND THE WATER RUSHING OUT. THE FRUSTRATION OF LOCKDOWN EXACERBATING THE ANGER. WE ARE TRULY ALL AT A TIPPING POINT. I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD TAKE FOR THINGS TO COMPLETELY SPRIAL OUT OF CONTROL. MEANWHILE THE PANDEMIC RAGES…OR DOES IT?IT HAS MASSIVELY IGNITED RACE ISSUES , WORLDWIDE. IS THE ANSWER MORE BODY CAMS ON OFFICERS? MANY PEOPLE GRABBED THEIR PHONES AND CAUGHT THIS HORRIFIC MURDER ON CAMERA. THIS HAS HAPPENED PREVIOUS TIMES AND CHARGES HAVE NOT HELD. THE VARIOUS LAW ENFORCEMENT COMMUNITIES HAVE FORMED TIGHT LINES TO PREVENT PEOPLE FROM CROSSING LINES. THEY STAND TALL, TIGHT AND SOLID AND DO LOOK LIKE STATUES.

🎼I heard it on the grapevine 🎼…………

THIS SONG GOES BACK, REMEMBER IN THE 90’S WHEN THEY HAD ANIMATED GRAPES SINGING THIS SONG FOR MCDONALD’S OR SOME PLACE WHEN THEY WERE STILL ALLOWED TO GIVE OR SELL TOYS. BUT ITS OLDER ABOUT A PERSON HEARING THROUGH GOSSIP AKA THE GRAPEVINE THAT THEY WERE BEING CHEATED ON. NOW WHO MIGHT THIS BE? WE ALL KNOW MADAM MADE SURE TO BE IN PARIS WITH HARRY WHEN THE ROSE HANBURY AFFAIR RUMOUR WAS UNLEASHED. NO MATTER, THE PUZZLE PIECES FIT AND I RECALL-SEEING IN A DOCUMENTARY EITHER THE CHAP THAT LEAKED IT FOR HER OR A FRIEND OF HIS RATTED HER OUT. NOW WE HAVE A PENDING LAWSUIT BY THE CAMBRIDGES AGAINST TATLER. EVERYTHING IS LESS THAN SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION FROM MADAM. ALL ROADS DONT LEAD TO ROME, THEY LEAD TO MADAM. SORRY TO USE TWO CLICHES HERE. DEARIE ME, IF THEY SUE, HO HO HO, HEADS WILL ROLL!!! KARMA EVENTUALLY ROLLS AROUND. WHAT IS BURIED DOES NOT STAY BURIED TO QUOTE GOT, GAME OF THRONES.

“ no darling not today”……” we’re going to visit gan gan” …………”staying overnight ma’am” ………… “ a few days Sydney “………… “ tomorrow night, it’s a little concert Philip, don’t get grumpy “ ………… “bloody hell, I’m low on refreshments. “

NO TENNIS FOR CATHERINE OR TIK TOK FOR CHARLOTTE, TODAY THEY ARE OFF TO WC, WINDSOR CASTLE TO SEE GAN GAN FINALLY AFTER WEEKS, AND MONTHS.

HMTQ DISCUSSING PLANS WITH SYDNEY. TELLING HIM THE CAMBRIDGES WILL BE THERE FOR SEVERAL DAYS. OH HOW WONDERFUL!!!

HMTQ SPEAKING TO HIMSELF, ANTICIPATING AN IN PERSON TIK TOK, DANCING, LOUD MUSIC THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. HIMSELF IS AS CHEERFUL AS EVER. HE IS ANTICIPATING THE NOISE AND DISRUPTION, MUMBLING GRUMBLING THAT HE NEEDS MORE BODDINGTONS🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

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34. June 1

MM ANON … Balmoral Fern………… plastic Nile. ………… in the Bunker ………… Autopsy …………………Truth , Justice and the American way ………… WC welcome …………… “ would one know how to barbecue Sydney??” ………… William will oblige ma’am……”one prefers coronation chicken “…………… “unicorn sausages ,Lottie George??……… “just salad ma’am. “

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

JUNE 1/2020. RIDDLE #35

Balmoral Fern…………

GORGEOUS PHOTOS TODAY, HMTQ OUT RIDING HER FAVOURITE HORSE,CALLED BALMORAL FERN, ON THE GROUNDS OF WINDSOR CASTLE. IT WAS THE FIRST THING I READ AND SAW OHOTIS OF THIS MORNING, STUNNING!! A GIANT BEADT OF A HORSE, YET HMTQ IN TOTAL MASTERY OF CONTROL. IT CERTAINLY IS SOMETHING TO. SEE. I AM SOOOO HAPPY FOR HER THAT SHE GOT OUT FINALLY FOR A RIDE. OH HOW MUCH SHE MUST HAVE MISSED THAT!!

plastic Nile. …………

OUR WORLD , MY GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO IT. BREAKING NEWS OF THE HORRORS OF PLASTICS AND MICRO PLASTICS CONTAMINATING THE NILE RIVER IN EGYPT. IT IS CONTAMINATING NOT ONLY THE WATER, THE PLANTS, BUT THE VARIOUS CREATURES THAT LIVE IN THE WATER. THEY HAVE BEEN FOUND WITH MICRO PLASTICS. KIDS DOES ANYONE ELSE FEEL STIMULI OVERLOAD? TURN TO GOD AND SAVIOUR. THAT IS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME. PLEASE FIND A WAY FOR YOU TO HEALTHFULLY HANDLE ALL THIS. WE ARE A LOVING TUMBLR FAMILY AND WE WILL UPHOLD EACH OTHER.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

in the Bunker …………

Autopsy …………………Truth , Justice and the American way …………

WORLDWIDE WE HAVE BEEN WITNESSING CIVIL PROTESTS IN RESPONSE TO THE MURDER OF GEORGE FLOYD BY POLICE OFFICERS CAUGHT ON CAMERA. THEN THERE ARE BAD ACTORS WHO CAUSE CHAOS, ENTER TO STEAL, RIOT, COMPLETELY RUINING THE ISSUES OF CIVIL PROTESTS ARE FOR. WHILST THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL WAS VANDALISED LAST EVENING IN THE U..S. CAPITOL, WASHINGTON D.C. ALSO A CHURCH NEAR THE WHITE HOUSE WAS AFLAME. THE SECRET SERVICE RESPONSIBLE FOR POTUS SECURITY TOOK POTUS TO THE SECURE BUNKER UNDERNEATH LE MAISON BLANC DUE TO SECURITY ISSUES. POTUS AND FLOTUS HAVE TO DO AS THE SECRET SERVICE DIRECTS IN THESE SITUATIONS.

AUTOPSY RESULTS ARE PENDING FROM MR FLOYD TO RULE OUT ANY OTHER CAUSE OF DEATH AND CLEARLY POINT TO THE CAUSE.

INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY IS TRUTH JUSTICE AND THE AMERICAN WAY. THE MAIN PROBLEM IS IT IS NOT EQUALLY APPLIED AND MANY POC ARE DISPROPORTIONATELY ARRESTED, IMPRISONED ETC. THIS IS A LITERAL WORLD POWDER KEG. SECURITY NATIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL ARE MASSSIVELY IN PLAY HERE.

WC welcome …………… “ would one know how to barbecue Sydney??” ………… William will oblige ma’am……”one prefers coronation chicken “…………… “unicorn sausages ,Lottie George??……… “just salad ma’am. “

THE CAMBRIDGES ARE SET TO DESCEND UPON WC, WINDSOR CASTLE, FOR A LONG AWAITED VISIT. HMTQ. AND SYDNEY DISCUSSING A MENU,HMTQ WONDERING IF SHE COULD MANAGE TO DO THE BBQ. WHEN SHE SPEAKS IN THE FIRST PERSON ENGLISH, SHE IS REFERRING TO HERSELF. HMTQ PREFERS THE CORONATION CHICKEN RECIPE THAT WAS CREATED FOR AND SERVED AT HER CORONATION. I HAVE NEVER HAD IT. IF ANYONE HAS LEAVE A COMMENT HOW IT TASTES PLEASE.

JOKINGLY SAYING UNICORN SAUSAGES FOR THE CHILDREN. LOTTIE WAS OBSSESSED WITH UNICORNS WHEN SHE FIRST STARTED SCHOOL. SYDNEY VETOES THIS IDEA AND SUGGESTS JUST SALAD😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣. HE DOES NOT HAVE TOO MUCH CONFIDENCE IN HMTQ KITCHEN OR BBQ SKILLS.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂☕️.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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35. June 02

MM ANON ……… keep your distance ………” it’s a curfew Jim , but not as we know it “ …… “ A plague o’ both your houses “……… house today , gone tomorrow ………… “all lives matter “ …………… cut and roots and streaks ……… B&EC are reluctant to return ………… Minister misleads testing ……… office of national ridistics ……… 🎼I I see a bad moon rising 🎼………… blackout Tuesday ………… “ “wear a body-cam old thing, then I can pretend I’m riding “ …………… “one would look ridiculous Philip!!”……… “ Sydney, stop pouring “

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

JUNE 2/2020. RIDDLE# 36

BEFORE YOU READ, PLEASE PLEASE, I HAVE TRIED MY BEST HERE, I MEAN NOOOO OFFENCE OR DISRESPECT. I AM TRYING TO PROCESS THIS ALL.

keep your distance ………

I DO NOT LIKE USING THE WORD RIOTS OR PROTESTS RIGHT NOW, I WILL USE THE WORD MARCHES. THE LAW ENFORCEMENT AGENCIES, WORLD OVER, ARE TRYING TO KEEP SITUATIONS SAFE BY KEEPING A SAFE DISTANCE, PERIMETER AROUND LARGE GROUPS. INDIVIDUALS HAVE BEEN THROWING ROCKS, BOTTLES, OTHER ITEMS SO THERE NEEDS TO BE A SAFE DISTANCE. I HEARD YESTERDAY IN AMERICA OVER 60 SECRET SERVICE AGENTS HAVE BEEN INJURED.

THIS APPROACH HAS NOT JUST BEEN IN AMERICA BUT EVERYWHERE MARCHES ARE TAKING PLACE. SAFETY AND ORDER.

“it’s a curfew Jim , but not as we know it “ ……

THANK YOU MM ANON, STAR TREK REFERENCE YET AGAIN, I GET THE MESSAGE. STAR TREK WAS ONLY TWO SEASONS BUT FORESHADOWED SO MUCH TECHNOLOGY WE USE DAILY AND TAKE FOR GRANTED. THIS SHOW WAS UTTERLY GROUND BREAKING. CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUT THIS AND THE ANIMATED TV SHOW , THE SIMPSONS, LITERALLY TELLING OF EVENTS YEARS BEFORE THEY HAPPENED. MANY MANY THINGS ARE CIRCULATING ONLINE ABOUT THIS.

THE CURFEW IN WASHINGTON D.C., THE AMERICAN CAPITOL, WAS A FEW HOURS EARLIER LAST NIGHT IN AN EFFORT TO GET AHEAD OF ANY ALTERCATIONS ETC.

POTUS WALKED TO THE CHURCH THAT HAD BEEN SET ABLAZE THE PREVIOUS NIGHT AND HE HELD A BIBLE HIGH IN THE AIR. THEN PROCEEDED TO WALK BACK TO LE MAISON BLANC. HE WAS WALKING ALONG A CLEARED PATH, A CORRIDOR, WITH ON EITHER SIDE FLANKED BY LONG ROWS OF UNIFORMED SECURITY, POLICE, NATIONAL GUARD, I AM NOT CERTAIN, BUT IT WAS A VERY POWERFUL VISUAL. HE STATED HE WOULD DOMINATE THE STREET TO KEEP THEM SAFE. NOT DOMINATE PEOPLE. THESE ARE NOT, I REPEAT, NOT ME, PARAPHRASE, I AM STATING FACTS.

“ A plague o’ both your houses “………

OF COURSE INSTANTLY RECOGNIZABLE AS FROM ROMEO AND JULIET, BY THE BARD, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. THE LOVE OF THESE TWO YOUNG PEOPLE WAS PROHIBITED DUE TO THE MUTUAL HATRED AND LED TO THEIR SUICIDES. FIGHTS FEUD HATRED BETWEEN THE HOUSES OF MONTAGUE AND CAPULET, I AM PRETTY SURE YOU ALL KNOW THE STORY BE IT THE BARD OR ANY MODERN HOLLYWOOD VERSIONS.

IN AMERICA, THE CONGRESS HAS A DEMOCRATIC MAJORITY, THE SENATE HAS A REPUBLICAN MAJORITY . THEY BOTH HAVE VERY DIFFERENT VISIONS OF THE NEEDS OF THE COUNTRY OF AMERICA. BOTH ARE SEVERELY BEING AFFECTED BY ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING THE COUNTRY IS UNDERGOING. IT IS SO INTENSE AND UPSETTING IT HAS SPILLED OVER THE ENTIRE WORLD AND OVERTAKEN THE PANDEMIC WHICH EVERYONE WAS PARALYZED BY.

THIS MAY ALSO BE SIMILAR TO POC AND CAUCASIAN HOUSES. AMERICA AND OTHER PLACES HAVE A LONG HISTORY OF ISSUES THAT YOU ALL KNOW ABOUT, I DO NOT NEED TO REPEAT.

house today , gone tomorrow …………

MADAM, LEAVING TO MANSION, HEADING TO NYC WITH NEW BILLIONAIRE. OR LIES, PR LIES, PR LIES, 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥. HER BESTIES LIES TO TATLER VIA A SISTER ARE COMING BACK TO BITE IN THE DERRIÈRE. ITS A TAKE ON THE PHRASE, HERE TODAY GONE TOMORROW. HOW I WISH THAT WERE TRUE. MAKE NO MISTAKE I DO NOT WISH HER ANY ILL WILL, I JUST WISH SHE WOULD FACE JUSTICE AND LIVE QUIETLY. WE KNOW THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. NO MATTER HOW MUCH GREASE YOU PUT ON THAT SCREEN DOOR IT IS ALWAYS GOING TO MAKE THOSE LOUD ANNOYING SOUNDS AND NOISES!!

“all lives matter “

BLM, BLACK LIVES MATTER, ! , FROM WIKI, TRYING TO SAVE MY HANDS KIDS, Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter (BLM) is an international human rights movement, originating in the African-American community, that campaigns against violence and systemic racism towards black people. BLM regularly holds protests speaking out against police killings of black people, and broader issues such as racial profiling, police brutality, and racial inequality in the United States criminal justice system.WIKIPEDIA ENDQUOTE.

MANY WANT THE IDEA OF ALL LIVES MATTER. THERE ARE THE LEADERS OF BLM THAT STATE THEIR COMMUNITY IS UNIQUE IN THE HISTORY OF VIOLENCE AGAINST THEIR COMMUNITY. OH KIDS I AM TRYING TO DO A CLUE IN THE RIDDLE, TRYING TO UNDERSTAND AMERICAN ISSUES. I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE PLEASE🥺🥺🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

…………… cut and roots and streaks ………

FINALLY AFTER LOCKDOWN HORRIFIC AT HOME HAIRCUTS, COLOURS, THE LIFTOFF HAS COME AND WE CAN GET OURSELVES TENDED TO. CUT, COLOUR, HIGHLIGHTS, WAXING, MANICURES, PEDICURES AND A PLETHORA OF OTHER THINGS!

B&EC are reluctant to return ………… PRINCESS BEATRICE AND EDO’S WEDDING WAS TO HAVE BEEN MAY 29/2020 I BELIEVE. THEY HAVE BEEN ISOLATING WITH EDO’S MUM IN CHIPPINGTON NORTON. PRINCESS EUGENIE AND JACK I BELIEVE AT IVY COTTAGE. WHAT IS THE C THOUGH COUNT? ARE THEY ENJOYING THE QUIETNESS OF THE COTSWOLDS SND NOT WANTING TO RETIRN TO LONDON?? KIDS THE C STUMPS ME. I AM CERTAIN AFTER I SUBMIT THE RIDDLE I WILL GET AN IDEA SND SAY SELF, HOW DID YOU MISS THAT?😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. Minister misleads testing ……… office of national ridistics ……… RID OF COVID IN THE U.K. BY JULY?? I THOUGHT IT WAS HERE TO STAY AND VACCINE WAS MONTHS AWAY, OH NO ITS YEARS AWAY NOW. THE STATS OF DEATHS AND CASES CHANGE. LOCKDOWN EXTENDED, JUST READ MATT HANCOCKS MEMO. THE WHOLE TESTING, TRACK AND TRACE IS GOOFY REALLY. IT SEEMS EVERYTIME I PUT ON THE NEWS THINGS HAVE CHANGED , LIKE A TENNIS MATCH WATCHING THE BALL BACK AND FORTH. HOW COME, I ASK IN ALL SINCERITY, THESE WORLDWIDE PROTESTS HAVE OVERTAKEN THE PANDEMIC, YET THE FEAR OF CATCHING IT HAS NOT STOPPED MILLIONS OF PEOPLE WORLDWIDE PROTESTING. I HAVE MANY QUESTIONS, I JUST DO NOT UNDERSTAND SO MUCH OF WHAT IS REALKY TRULY GOING ON IN THIS WORLD IN 2020! 🎼I I see a bad moon rising 🎼………… CCR, GREAT BAND, JOHN FOGERTY ONE OF THE MOST UNIQUE VOICES EVER. CREEDANCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL IS THE BAND. WE USED TO JOKE THAT PMS WA WORSE DURING A FULL MOON. I CAN 110% GUARANTEE IT WHEN I TELL YOU, WORKING IN A HUGE PSYCHIATRIC FACILITY, INDIVIDUALS MOST DEFINITELY WERE MUCH MORE VOLATILE DURING FULL MOONS. ADMISSIONS INCREASED DURING FULL MOONS. PEOPLE WITH ORE EXISTING ILLNESS , WAS OFTEN EXACERBATED DURING FULL MOONS. I KNOW MANY A STUDY HAS BEEN DONE ON THE EFFECTS OFVTHE POLAR TIDES AND ITS EFFECTS ON THE HUMAN BRAIN. ITS REAL.

JUNE 5/2030 IS THE NEXT FULL MOON. ARE WE ANTICIPATING THINGS WILL GET WORSE BY THE EFFECTS OF THE FULL MOON, POLAR TIDES? ALL I KNOW IS, I HAVE SEEN IT HUNDREDS OF TIMES DURING MY CAREER AND PERSONAL LIFE AS WELL.

blackout Tuesday …………

SOCIAL MEDIA, SCREENS TO GO BLACK TODAY IN SUPPORT OF BLM. I GET AUTO EMAILS WHEN SALES OR SPECIALS ON MY FAVOURITE MAKEUP/SKIN CARE. SUNDAY, TARTE COSMETICS SENT OUT EMAIL, SAYING THEY WERE HAVING CELEBRATION SPECIALS. YESTERDAY I GOT AN EMAIL FROM THEM STATING OUT OF RESPECT FOR BLM, THEY FELT NOW WAS NOT THE TIME TO CELEBRATE. TAKE THAT FOR WHAT YOU WILL. WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN THOUGHTS ON WHAT IS GOING ON IN OUR WORLD. FEAR, ANXIETY ETC. WE ARE A TUMBLR FAMILY, LETS LOVE ON EACH OTHER AND HELP EACH OTHER UNDERSTAND DIFFERING POINTS OF VIEW , EXPERIENCES ETC.

“ “wear a body-cam old thing, then I can pretend I’m riding “ …………… “one would look ridiculous Philip!!”……… “ Sydney, stop pouring “

WELL WELL KIDS HERE WE ARE, THIS IS THE STATE OF THINGS IN 2020! HIMSELF IS SUGGESTING THAT HMTQ WEAR A BODY CAMERA NEXT TIME SHE RIDES BALMORAL FERN, SO HE CAN RIDE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HER VIA THE CAMERA. THAT IS ACTUALLY A BRILLIANT IDEA SIR!! OF COURSE HMTQ IS HAVING NONE OF THAT, SAYING SHE WOULD LOOK RIDICULOUS. KIDS CAN YOU PICTURE THIS CONVERSATION?? SITTING ROOM, TV BLARING THE GANGS OF LONDON DVD THEY ARE BINGE WATCHING, IN THE MIDDLE OF A SCENE, HIMSELF COMES UP WITH THIS IDEA.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. HMTQ SAYS, SYDNEY NO MORE BOOZE, NO MORE SILLY IDEAS NEEDED.🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂OH THANK YOU MM ANON FOR THE LAUGHS, I NEEDED THAT JUST NOW.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿 *Entertainment purposes

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