Alan Place - Terminator

 Objective 2

In the clear

A fresh start

I expect Objective 2 the erasure of all blogs relating to the scam going back to November to be unseen by my laptop, I know they will be here, but I'll be happy to know, unless I search for them they will be buried.

Once this is completed, I will have almost have deleted ALL posts of the scam from regular viewing. From now, I am not adding tags to any of the posts realting to either the person "claiming" to be Pamela Olsted, or her "sister,"

My focus is on building a relationship with Svitlana, my friend in Didcot.

The Nerja incidents

 Nerja

The Backstory

The story behind the eBook

Like many of my short stories, the story of Nerja had nothing to do with were the story ended up.

At the time of geting the idea for the story, I was watching a music vdeo of a light aircraft flying over Manchester, half-way though, I had the thought, "What would happen if it vanished, in sight of all the people in the offices?"

The short story, is a story about a light aircraft that stalls over Lac La Biche, Alberta, Canada, and the pilot and passenger have to rely on faith to survive.

This eBook earned two 5-star ratings on Amazon in 2011. The same person who later sabotaged my award-winner - Chronicles of Mark Johnson - got a friend to hack the site, to delete one of the ratings

The following year, Don Ford, a writer in Canada asked for a copy for his tablet, being innocent, I didn't realise he was so impressed, he copied the story, and passed it as one of his.

Senior Romance

 Granny Friend

Dating a Granny

Sex with Alan

Something I have to look forward to, is beginning a friendship with Svitlana, she lives in Didcot. At the moment, our friendship is limited to an hour a night chatting online, as I have financial issues to clear.

Once we meet, we are hoping to move from friendship into a staus of a relationship, we have got on well online for the four months we have been chatting.

To some, it may appear odd that two people in their 70's can find romance again, it did to me at first. When my wife passed away in January, 2025, I never considered another relationship.

Sunday morning coming down

 Music

Ghosts of Jazz

Cheltenham

One city I used to love to revisit is Cheltenham, there is so much to see, and do. Like most places, on a Sunday, after lunch the city goes dull, as few shops are open, that is why I tried not to go to music events which had nothing happening on the Sunday.

I had a puzzling phone call one day in Cheltenham, I had arranged to meet a lady on the Saturday evening, at around 1:00 pm, I got a call from her saying "I'm sorry, Bob, I can't make it tonight. Please don't call back, this is a friend's phone."

Had she got my name wrong, or did she misdial a man called Bob?

I never knew, and the call killed my weekend

Svitlana's Pleasure

? Can my interest in writing be rekindled

Is there any reason?

Is there any reason to write again?

My friend Svitlana is excited to know there are publishers interested in my writing, this year, I have been contacted by several publishers, mostly interested in the book on this post,

While they are excited about working with me, I have concerns. Mainly, I cannot afford the minimum publicity  paxkages offered as I am a disabled senior citizen, struggling to clear an overdraft.

Also, an as important, I lost interest in writing several years after a 15-year struggle for recognition. I probably could get back "in the zone," if I could build up my belief in my ability (again), but it is hard to light a fire that went out of fuel years ago. To add to that, my recent accident left me with painful hands

The Generation Game

Catford

The Allure of Alan

Misleading Information

It is a generational thing, Catford to me relates to dog racing, to the next gen, it means Eastenders on TV.

Looking back, my trip to Catford was one of my worst meetings with a lady I met online.

She said, she'd like to meet one weekend, we chose Sarurday the 14th, as there are few trains on the weekend, we met on Friday the 13th. That sould have been a warning, by the time I travelled from Bristol to Swindon, the grey skies had turned to snow, this was in February. By the time I got to Paddington Station, I was cold, and shivering. We travelled on the underground from Charring Cross to Catford, I have been on many stations in the UK, without a doubt Charring Cross is the most dangerous. The escalator from the station to the underground station is almost vertical.

We hadn't been in 15 minutes, when she had a phone call from a "sick friend," this is an old ploy. It put me in an awkward situation, if I said he couldn't see her, as I had come to see her, I may as well go home then and there. If I said, Okay, and tried to salvage something, either way the meeting was over.

The weekend was a total bust, we had argument after argument.

Two things did happen that could have shone a light on the matter.

A few days before the trip, I was on a flight, and we passed over an area I didn't know, I asked the flight manager "Where are we?" She replied, "We are flying over Catford." Later in the dream, the plane crashed on a deserted island, with no radio, and out of the traffic lanes.

The second thing happened two weeks after my return, which made me laugh, "She phoned me, and said she was reporting me for harassmnet." 

I laughed, then explained why she had no chance of success, I'd only contacted her once a week, in reply to her contacting me, this I said is NOT harassment, even if I contacted you once a day, the police wouldn't move

Who pulled the plug?

 Delayed Shock

Silver Trauma

Glad all over

What happened a few minutes ago, I can only think is the adrenilin from the accident being drained. It felt as if somebody had pulled a lig out, and a wave flooded out.

I wonder if there is a medical condition which stops me from panicking at the sight of blood? My Middlesbrough t-shirt, and my trousers were covered in blood, and I had a bad gash over my eye, yet, there was no sense of panic.