Catching the 60s by it’s Tail….

weiser-antiquarian-book-catalogue-110-aleister-crowleyI woke this morning around 4am and watched the mist rolling back across the marsh as the first brave deer led their young out to feed on the new grass. The Marsh Harrier was already swooping low across the dyke in search of baby rabbits for his brood; there must be several in the brood for within minutes his mate had joined him in the hunt leaving the young unprotected, needs must when they squawk so loudly. The Canada Geese strut up and down the purlins on the groyne beside the station box – they violently object to anyone even overflying their territory. Probably what woke me up.

Now awake, I searched for something to take my mind into different areas. The venom directed at me over the past two months is still very fresh and I have to be vigilant that it doesn’t overwhelm me. I found this programme on iPlayer. For anyone born after 1979 it will be educational – for anyone born before then it will be a welcome reminder of how life was in the 60s for teenagers. I do recommend you watch it. It is well researched, and well documented, not a ‘surface feeder’ type of documentary at all. More in the league of Adam Curtis’ work.

It showed how the ‘nature boys’ – a group of German naturists who lived free off the land, and started the first ‘Diggers’ shop in San Francisco where food was literally free (Did you know that Nat King Cole’s song ‘Nature boy’ was written about them? I didn’t) joined forces with what was then the radical left – believing in free love, equality of sexes, even the rights of paedophiles, all came together with the first ‘yippies’ (not hippies at that stage) those following the mystical beliefs of the far east – and even dates the start of the ‘Hippy’ explosion as being January 14th – with a concert in San Francsicso where all three ‘tribes’ were invited to join together and form one movement.

Both Aldous Huxley (Did you know that Jim Morrison’s group was called The Doors in homage to Huxley’s book ‘Perception of Doors’? I didn’t) and importantly, Alastair Crowley with his Satanic beliefs were invited to join in and 100,000 free ‘doses’ of lsd were handed out for the occasion. The idea was that lsd would enable a melding of thoughts amongst those present, so that what would emerge was a single figure that believed in eating raw vegetables from the nature boys; would absorb Crowley’s Satanic beliefs; the Marxist rhetoric of the radical left – now neutered to form the basis of Spiked magazine, where latter day Marxists still expound their views – and present it under a single banner of ‘hippies’ fastening flowers to the guns of soldiers heading for Vietnam.

It was the start of a remarkable counter-revolution that didn’t look towards the traditional working classes to rise up against their masters, but rather harnessed the ideals of a young, well-educated, middle class that had no need of jobs and could afford to indulge themselves. More than worth watching for anyone interested in how that social counter-culture explosion has led us to the present day ‘horror’ of viewing any sexual behaviour between young and old as being repugnant and criminal – at that time, both young and old were being pressured into behaving in exactly the way they did – or being seen as ‘not cool’.

It was only an hour-long so I followed that up with another programme;  A repeat from 1978 ‘Where have all the flowers gone’. It followed the progress of several early hippies who had had to abandon their ideals of free love, free food, and free-living, when they formed relationships and had families. They had finally realised that carrots are only free to be picked if someone – the farmer – has paid for the seed; paid for someone to tend the plants; paid for someone to pick the crops – and that they couldn’t create nirvana in isolation. It was an excellent choice to watch straight after the first documentary.

That took me up to 8am and the first nurse of the day – and I promptly went back to sleep until 2pm when the next set of drugs arrived, so have answered no emails, seen no DMs and am now on the hunt for something to watch this afternoon – suggestions more than welcome.

I think I have finally sorted out the comment facility on this new blog, though as someone pointed out, all the people who were happy to comment on my old blog seem to have deserted me, frighted off by the intimidation and threats, so if you are out there and have never commented before, then please do – it encourages me to write, and that is good for me. It keeps me focussed on what I can do rather than on what I can’t do.

Barbara Hewson and on line trolling.

Ms Hewson has taken it upon herself to write to my election agent in the following terms:

Sue has been issuing some quite threatening messages on social media directed at all manner of people including an academic at Edinburgh.

Threatening to expose them etc etc

I do indeed intend to get to the bottom of where precisely the 50,000 euros went to – a not unreasonable goal, given that I have been openly accused of having ‘pocketed it’ on my own behalf.

I would say that ‘threatening to expose them’ conjures up a slightly different and more sinister description of my desire to know what has been going on.

Given that when I asked for a backup copy of my blog, they were neither able to supply it, nor did they make any further replies to me. They have now replied to David Rose saying that they do have it safe – but I have yet to hear from them personally.

Ms Hewson has also claimed to my election agent:

She is now openly associating with the worst type of conspiracy theorists and lunatics on Twitter – including those with criminal records for harassment – so the potential for serious mischief is grave.

I am not in a position to know who has a criminal conviction and who hasn’t. Until this latest saga, I had never paid much attention to Twitter apart from publicising my latest article. Frankly I was too busy researching the next article to engage in the endless Twitter spats. They seemed to be a complete waste of time and breath to me.

Given that Ms Hewson is alleged to be associating with Mr Simon Just (I trust Ms Philmore will forgive me for quoting from her blog)

15/01/17 I email Ms Hewson’s solicitors requesting confirmation that I can serve any application for an injunction at their offices. I say I am very concerned that Ms Hewson is in contact with two men who have just been arrested for stalking Esther Baker and an unnamed journalist. These men are Simon Just and Darren Laverty.

and that if you Google “Simon Just” you will come up with numerous blog entries complaining about his Twitter trolling and in his guise as @majorleak2017 that I ‘prove’ my true identity:

@majorleak2017 to @barristerblog: There are concerns that the account @AnnaRaccoon2017 is not really Anna. Do you have any Q’s that may prove one way or other?

@AnnaRaccoon: I have just posted a lengthy reply to addeybob. Yes, it is mine, set up by me, no one else has access. Old Holborn did have access to the Lettuce Prey account which he renamed Anna Raccoon.

@majorleak2017 Sorry until you answer my specific questions regarding 3 emails to Real Troll Exposure then your response is not good enough for me.

@AnnaRaccoon: Suit yourself.

@AnnaRaccoon (showing an identity card) This do you?

@majorleak2017 Nope, I asked specific questions.

@majorleak2017 No answer to specific questions = no belief.

@AnnaRaccoon: Given that I haven’t a clue what the questions are, then you have a long wait for me to answer them!

@majorleak2017: Yes I did. You chose to ignore them. What did you say in those emails? But for the benefit of doubt: Emails on 6th December 2016, 25th November 2016, 12th November 2015 to Real Troll Exposure

@AnnaRaccoon: Absolutely no idea whatsoever. Don’t have copy of them to refer back to – do remember an exchange regarding Old Holborn, and would have said as I’ve always said to many people that he has an ego the size of Luxembourg, has caused me grief in the past, specifically over being his agent when he stood for election, but I’ve always forgiven him. Something along those lines, but whether in those specific e-mails couldn’t tell you. Don’t have them to refer to. I don’t have his teeth either. Er, by the way – who are you? You ask me to prove who I am – but you hide behind ‘Green Bottle’.

To which I responded:

Oh my oh my – so connected to the Barbara Hewson who sent the local vicar round to my door this evening? Who’s connected to rabbit and moor and Amanda and Jervis – this just gets better and better. Why didn’t he just ask Barbara? As in ‘did she have big buck teeth when she was lying in her bed grandma’? Pass the popcorn…..!

Around the same time, this exchange appeared between Dame Alun and Ms Hewson – though her tweet was shortly afterwards deleted:

Accusing me of ‘associating’ with the “worst type of conspiracy theorists and lunatics” on Twitter would appear to be a bit ‘rich’. 

Mr Just and Janette Scharenborg would appear to have an ‘association’ in that they were jointly named in a cease and desist letter some time ago. Janette Scharenborg has a long and exotic history on Twitter that I certainly wouldn’t want to be associated with. (Interestingly that last link refers to a woman named as Susan Melrose which was one of the names used by ‘Fiona of the fake Savile letter’ – gets ever more confusing by the minute doesn’t it??)

Hewson goes on to say:

She has talking of trolls being able to go after people

Sadly I can’t make sense of this sentence. Unless of course, she is referring to trolls she is associated with who have a long history of tracing and harassing people? Like me? Can’t be sure given the syntax.

She holds a vast amount of highly sensitive and confidential material – she once said that Savile alone generated 30, 000 emails and this was some years back so her mountain o f sensitive personal data must be much greta now. I am not sure if she is even registered with the ICO.

All information that I have held over the past five years has either been passed to Edinburgh, IICSA or destroyed, precisely because I was concerned about the material being held in private hands. Further, I have cleaned my computer of all old e-mails, (which is why I was not in a position to refer to the emails Simon Just wanted me to produce) contact details, and old blog articles.

I find the email to my election agent, coupled with the attempt to involve our local vicar in this affair, both frightening and intimidating.

Ms Hewson claims that she was writing to him thus because she wanted to disassociate herself from my campaign on the subject of the NHS on the grounds that she was concerned that her home address would be revealed – from what I have read of Mr Just’s alleged predilection for revealing people’s home addresses she might be well advised to look closer to home before she emails my election agent saying that my:

social media output has become utterly irresponsible‘.

Pot, kettle!

I’ve never had to delete my late night Twitter output in the morning.

For anyone wondering why I am finding it hard to work out who I can trust and who I can’t, who I can believe, and who I can’t – they only have to read the above.

Since I publicised my new email address yesterday, I have received three emails from former commentators on my blog who had watched with horror the public ‘baiting’ of me by both Ms Jervis and rabbit – and read both as being deliberate attempts to create unhappiness, so it’s not just in my ‘imagination’ – given that I have also been battling with a very difficult family reunion after 50 years apart; given the enormous physical and emotional impact of going from being a walking, talking, human being to someone who requires a team of nurses to turn, wash and relieve me of bodily waste, in a single week-end; given that I have been betrayed and lied to by two people who I have supported for many years, and given the Twitter onslaught I have endured, and had tried to mount a campaign on behalf of the NHS – I would say my mental health has stood up pretty well. Ketamine or no Ketamine.

IF you think you could do better, or indeed know of anyone who has encountered such a set of difficult circumstances over a two month period and has done better – do please pass on my contact details. I am happy to take advice.

Now, whatever will tomorrow bring? Excuse me, I’m going back to watching the swans – and the Marsh Harrier, he’s busy trolling a baby rabbit. Pass me my binoculars.

Edited to add: Comment facility now appears at top of page immediately underneath ‘author’ – no idea why, and can’t be bothered to figure it out right now. but you can comment if you wish to by clicking on that link.

Reply to tdf since moor larkins site will not accept response from me.

tdf – you can email me on and I will give you the background to recent events and the Caroline Robinson story. I have laboriously typed out a response to you three times, and three times it says the comments has been published and I get an e-mail from wordpress saying that my comment has been published, but it does not appear on the site. Not as Susanne Cameron Blackie, not as Anna Raccoon, not as Anonymous. I don’t know why.


And when you go looking for it to find something else to steal – it just ain’t there!

Try rabbit’s blog – she’s the expert….I just write ‘fiction’ – or I did in the good old days….there you go ‘tdf’  – I referenced rabbit’s blog just like you wanted.

Ring a ring of roses…going to leave a comment on her blog telling her to reference me?

Oh, you can’t of course, because she just deletes comments she doesn’t like. Blocks anyone who disagrees with her. Me, I used to let any old fool comment on mine.

Switches from being an expert on Duncroft (that she’s never set foot in), to being an expert on the NHS – in the blink of an eye. Well, the blink of two or three eyes, after the rest of them had done their dirty work.

Ask her about Cleveland and Savile if she’s an expert on the NHS – she’ll know all about it.  I’m told she chaired the meeting in Leeds with Amanda – that came from what I thought was a reliable source, but not corroborated so can’t be sure now. Difficult to tell when everyone hides behind false names.  Don’t believe any of them now. They could all be the same person – is rabbit really Jervis in disguise? Or Hewson? Nope, can’t be Hewson ‘cos she was at meeting in Leeds too.

Good to know that Jervis doesn’t think I’m mentally ill – neither do mental health professionals. Just ‘wounded’ – as she well knew, and knew just how to make thing worse. It’s a game to them.

Keep the Savile flag flying – more like a helium balloon than a flag and its flown all the way up to IICSA.

Not what they intended but you can never tell which way the wind is blowing…

They’ve got a mole in their camp and they haven’t got a clue who it is!

That’s the trouble with all these false identities – you can never be sure – never trust anyone – and the mole is still happily chuntering away, telling me everything.

My, what a lot I didn’t know! To think I could have ended my days happily writing about the NHS – thinking I was doing some good, making the best out of a shitty situation.

Instead of which – a whole can of worms opened up. You can thank Jervis for that – other people were watching and shocked at what they saw.  So shocked they started talking – and when they found out just how wounded I was, and that Jervis knew all along, knew I’d never sued the NHS, knew I’d never worked for them, knew I’d already had PTSD after being trapped before, knew I was trapped in this bed, knew that those exchanges weren’t just innocent ‘perfectly justifiable’ enquiries from a voter hundreds of miles away from Corbyn’s constituency  – they weren’t just shocked, they were appalled that anyone could be so cold, so calculating, so callous – then they really started talking.

Oh, they know that I don’t really trust them – I’ve told them straight – ‘don’t trust anyone now’, nothing personal, but they are OK with that, they understand – said they wouldn’t really trust anyone if they were in my shoes either.

Mind you – I haven’t been in my shoes for over two months now….*joke*…march 18th 2017, last time I ever stood up.

Sigh…but what do I know about the NHS? What do I know…