To the officials at the Elysee:

[In English as I am more likely to be intelligible this way, I am learning French every day, English is French with a different accent, and a few words from elsewhere inserted, we have many different accents, dialects, types and versions with their own added vocabulary.]

Many politicians have been trying to get me to engage with me over Brexit, Donald Tusk has with particular determination, Churchillian in quality in that he has yet to surrender.  I have had interactions I can describe with several Prime Ministers and United States Presidents too.  The Brexit campaign is something I have, so far, been an ardent supporter of,  I would previously have wished to organisationally alter Europe to suit it’s new size, but it was hard to get self-interested parties to risk all for others, so felt a shock might electrically electorally wake it all up.  So I have had stubborn refusal to engage.  Until now.  When I realised Emmanuel had kept a Winter picture up on his social media platforms for so long, as it featured a dog I had lost I woke up and thought Wow that’s loads for a President to do, he has only recently (when I started this (July)) changed his profile to one that matched something I had looked at and something I was working on, a Summer look at last, this is all seriously something for a man in his position to do for you.  Tusk got me talking.  My work reformed me.  Macron made my heart melt more than the Summer Sun could do.  This time I really am melting and loving the interaction and wish to be influenced.  It is having a transformational effect on me.  Please can you give me an e-mail address so I can send the rest of this communication to The President. It is well over the 8000 character limit.

Cordialment,

Clare

(I note the most ardent supporters of Brexit are in fact (probably revolutionary) French, Farage and Francois for example!)

Dear Emmanuel,

I have been thinking of writing to you, gaining the right frame of mind, and just thinking about opening Word it just opened, seemingly of its own accord, but I know otherwise.  It wasn’t me though.  I reckon it was my Mother who is now in Heaven, Josephine is her name, such an appropriate French name for this to happen.  She did say when she was alive in humour that she would come back to haunt us, and happily she has.  I thought that after a while that she had decided to explore the Universe, and thought fair enough I’ll just have to wait my turn and get on with it, so I did, in reality, I have recently discovered, she has, true to her personality, been up to something and that something has been what Mothers can’t stop themselves doing; finding someone suitable for you, when in heaven they have superpowers.  My Mother had exactly the same nose as you, she was sensitive about it, probably being female feeling it was a more masculine trait that better matched a male physique.  I was proud of her looking like Caesar, she acted like Caesar too, dominant and instructional, I really miss that, I need that now.  Most people are wimps when compared to my Mum, but not you I feel.  You are a man of strength, which I respect, admire and adore.  I think my Mother has been busy finding you.  I have been an ardent Brexiteer.  My Mother has a great sense of humour.  I think this is all very funny too.  She studied medicine at St. Thomas’ in London with David Owen, who asked her if she would marry him, she said no because of his politics, she recounted when he was on the television news, she wasn’t that keen on politics, she shared your parents’ vocations.  She loved to knit a lot on circular needles!  She remarked on my knitting that my tension was perfect, though due a wriggly impatience, I find it impossible to sit still, like you I like to be on the move too, I have only done a little ever, thinking that political knitting was more my thing.  Hers was very intricate, she made it look simple, because to her it was, as our sort of stitches are to us.  My Grandma loved Lily of the Valley, which I was pleasantly shocked to realise recently were used on May Day,  there is a surname Platts in the family which I previously assumed to be English in origin, now I’m thinking that it was probably from France – even my food choices are French.  My brother Michael looked a bit like you when he was younger (born in 1978 same school year as you) and has given a French name to his child.  My brother-in-law shares your birthday, he gets Christmas cake every year!

I was drawn to go to France by the huge number of crop circles, many more than in the UK this year, which is weird.  I have been into them for many years and so have run through many more wheat fields than Theresa May would ever dare and thought and think the farmers were in the wrong when they won’t let us in.  The Crop Circle Connector asked for translations of the Welcome into many languages.  When I saw Latin I thought I can do that and anyway how would any or many people know if I made a mistake, and now Boris is in No 10 and further research find Brigitte taught it too, I await corrections!! (from near and far afield) http://cropcircleconnector.com/anasazi/introduction98latin.html The ones in the UK this year point to France.  The ones in France point as an X marks the spot, Treasure, to Paris, a huge kiss across the country, lovely.  Madonna is a French name as you know, she was named after her French Canadian Mother.  I have influenced Madonna a lot.  Her most recent album Madame X is mostly about where I work at Amazon.  She can be prophetic, knowing what is about to happen in my life well before I do.  I think she knows I am headed for France, Paris precisely, she is currently bored with Portugal so we may all meet up, that’ll do a lot of good for morale in France.  Clearly with the Crop Circles God wants that too I believe, and wants me to me there, the new centre of the Universe.  I think you already knew where I worked too, you may be trying to ensure I engage with you in dialogue quite firmly with your recent policy announcements regarding Amazon taxation.  It is very interesting that I understand what you are driving at in your Twitter videos but basic French can allude me, amusing but not surprising from someone as equally political as you!

I did come when I could when I was free from work but it was too late as they were harvesting around Calais already not surprising really from the hot summer you have had I did see a bit of France but the heat was too much and I felt dangerous if as I had a gas canister which said up to 50 degrees and it was 41 degrees outside, so I thought better off still alive and it would be a complete pain in neck if anything happened to me, so I decided to be sensible and safe and return.  Confirmed by after having thought this, driving on the wrong side nearly into a Douane customs van.  Further confirmed when I got home from your twitter feed, taking care in the heat.  I felt heartbroken when boarding Eurostar but I felt I’d found my true home really in France and I knew I would return.  My language skills and disorientation were an embarrassment I felt too, I have continued to learn a little Francais each day and am watching Le Tour de France.  It really is such a beautiful place, I would never be bored, such a lot of interest to me.  I would love you to show me the sites, it would be good for tourism and selling the country as a place to base, your work, your life, as everything I see would be the first time I have had sight of it I see that I would have a genuine awe in my expression, not I’ve seen it all before look, so in returning I was saving myself for others, for joy.   I did smile at the coal mounds, they were handy for orientation, you could do a lot of fun things with those and thought of Madonna at a couple.  Her song Sorry helped me when I mis-read a sign when a gendarme pointed it out to me as I remembered that word in French from this song “désolé” I said quietly.  The police are great, they actually make you feel you want to comply and be good, in the UK they are the complete opposite and create disorder and act unjustly, they really do not like women.  I can list this.

It was a good thing to go back to start sorting out my affairs – the dog I physically lost, that looks a bit like the one you had on both your social media pages, in a winter coat until I came to France in July (where I noted you had changed it to an 18^th Century silhouette miniature after I had looked at and tried to get into a church of that era in France)  Eventually I’d got the hint!  That is quite some sacrifice for a sitting major worldwide President to do, to remain publicly in winter wear to connect with someone because you knew how much they missed the love of their live, their dog friend.  I promised I wouldn’t be a two-timing bitch to her so I don’t think I can go for another dog, I think I’ll get away with it with another species, she didn’t mind that!  I had buried her but I found on my return had been dug up and probably eaten by a fox while I was away – and the towel I have wrapped her in was strewn across the ground, so I had to grim task of retrieving that and of checking everything out.  It may have been the heat which made her discoverable, but in a sense with her fluids poured out via a stream nearby to all the world, and now all her organs donated to another animal, her bones go back to the earth, I was going to bury the towel in her favourite places but worried about discovery and being discarded, last night I thought of allowing the rest of her to go into the air in warmth, she made me warm and she sent signs that this was the right thing to do, and is still with me, I might breathe her in wherever I am in the world – I did worry as I was leaving of leaving her behind so the fox and Trixie in guiding the fox has given all she could for me unselfishly, to allow me to be free to not be alone.  She knows I’ll do anything not to be now.  She loved Avebury and even more so Stonehenge so what remained was a circle of flowers and a dip in the middle, not a stone circle, a crop circle of yellow, light golden, flowers.    As the Sting song goes “if you love somebody set them free” I have nothing left here apart from a few friends, maybe, I thought, this was the reason for all my losses, so nothing would hold me back.  Sting in The Police also wrote the song that illustrates your relationship.  I have interacted with him and Madonna via his house near Stonehenge.

One was when I rejected a couple of chaps from my church, one was a fatso so I thought I do not need that, I need a control freak, laissez faire and me do not go, I know that, so won’t go for any easy going sort, useless wet wimps!  Or needy pleady weedy sorts, saying with complete insincerity that they love me, alongside they own their council flat now but the council is about to do work on it after this event, so you want my house do you, and you think I’m that thick!  So they played the race card, so I had to flee a church I had belonged to since I was 18, it used to be an international church but has been taken over by one over-breeding race, and all others have been cast out by them too, their young men used to hover outside, the leaders could not see this as a military act.  I went to a few and settled on St. Peter’s – appropriately for one who is being magnetically drawn to France as it features, as you would expect, a lovely stained glass artwork of a bright and beautiful cock, happy days.  This really is an international church, what our church was once, a real mix is a happy mix, the artwork all around features all the world, how it should be, and it is filled with light, my previous church was dark.  I was dropped from the ministries of Reading and giving out Communion, but in the long run, like the opening and the light on the Elysian Fields, may lead me to my Ministry.  I do understand the separation of Church and State, it even states this in The Bible, about the body, some are Heart and some are Head, the church tries to be head and it fails miserably and looks stupid and naïve too, and when the state tries its hand at moralising we all know how laughable that is!  Most of religious leaders trying to prove they’re united features only men, so 50% united then!  In ‘the year 1000’ Lacey & Danziger on p163> it states that we were all men, mannkind was all inclusive, p171 in Englisc: male men = waepnedmenn “weaponed-persons” female men = wifmenn “wife-persons” wif from weaving. We’ve made a lot of progress in the next 1000 years haven’t we! Though having said that I was going to propose as a twitter reply on the final days of Le Tour de France that there ought to be a parallel race for women, and then retort additionally with why in these politically correct (PC in UK) days did your words have genders of le and la and thought lo and behold we have verbally neutrality, after all how can a woman’s breast milk be le for example, or even an egg be male, why is a tie female or a moustache for that matter, and how can a country have gender when its constituent parts are a balance of the two…?  The only thing that stopped me was that Britain has gone – note not is going – PC mad and I reckon a lot of us will want to travel the other way for refuge from this at some point in time, so I thought I wouldn’t ruin my or other people’s necessary chances!  I can visualise people rowing frantically like road runner on water in their inflatable dinghies from Lidl or Aldi zooming past the Oxford and Cambridge boats in an Exodus >>>!  I do however think that your Culture Minister is completely correct re English everywhere, I saw two identical paper advertisements for Magnum’s in Calais and they had the bloody cheek to advertise in complete English, like a generic bung that up all other everywhere ad., here is me thinking if I were them I wouldn’t buy that, I’d boycott it instead, I really would.

One thing I note from elite authorities is that; The Police in the UK are recruited within their own county – it is not an international competition, yet they prosecute people for racism; The Priests in each Diocese (named after Diocletian the Roman Emperor) are from within that area and stay securely there, parochial, they are insufficiently active in all coming together to preach that they all believe in the one God – perhaps only human, not wishing to miss out on promotion prospects; the Judiciary need to know the detail of the law of their particular land, which they make ever more deeply detailed like and an archaic archaeological dig so are not exposed to competition which would render their services cheaper and more accessible to all, we certainly are not all equal under the law; even teachers are not really international, in state schools they are required to go through the UK exam to teach here, limiting entry numbers both home and away, they promote internationalism in these schools to the pupils whilst (making out pointedly to pupils that having a different foreign name is valuable, or being born at a particular point on the globe is more interesting than being born on another, like it’s an achievement) definitely not practicing what they preach.   People say we will die without the necessary medicines, a few will, but more will do so without clean water, sanitation, electric power, logistics of all sorts, being able to move every thing that we need, particularly food, we would all definitely die without food and drink.  The basics are, actually, much more important.

When I came to France I felt right at home.  The food choices in the supermarket were my favourites, the French preference being my preference.  I love the petit in-flight meals, perfectly French.  My parents had a place in Catalunya, and we used to drive through France after a boat trip, they wanted the journey to be done, day and night shift driving, I wanted to stop to see some sights, to enjoy the ride.  If we had stopped, I would have found my European country, I reckon every Brit has one they fit, the massive beer drinkers Germany, that sort of thing.  I would have found mine in France and Brexit would have seen the road sign on both sides of the tunnel – Stop – and would have gone along with that and obediently remained.   I love the order.  I used to respond to orders, advice and gentle guidance of the recently moved on up newsreader Peter Sissons until he retired, and until I became stubbornly entrenched when I was going off the rails and was unaware of this the BBC used to wheel out John Hammond a weather forecaster and I’d be soon to realise why.  Obviously I respond better to Frenchmen that the British.  I love their orders, the way, the mannerisms, the calm confidence they know you will comply and that you will want to too.  This order is what Christopher Wren was dreaming about recreating classically after the Great Fire of London, to straighten out the crooked, which it is clear Paris has created architecturally.  I went to Stonehenge on the Summer Solstice just to look for and photograph where he had engraved on the stones – I found them!!  He loved the light.  Trixie used to bark earlier and earlier to demand and make sure I did not forget to stop at Stonehenge.  I only saw in the Summer the sheer speciality of The Light there, as an angled horizon at 45 degrees with a shimmer of rainbow light like oil though the mists and on them, I have never experienced that elsewhere, we were regarded as locals at Avebury so we were invited to see an archaeological dig conclusion, pre the circle, both stone and earth, and the selection of flint was very particular and surprisingly colourful, like carefully selected jewels.  Trixie saw beyond, she would have loved L’Arc de Triomphe, and she knew I would too, so would my Mother, I was planning on a Josephine loft like a pyramid tent in honour and remembrance of her, like Joseph with his Technicolour Dreamcoat, in wool, my Mother loved to knit, so the Josephine is like Joseph and is my Mother.  The obelisk with the shining benben stone like a long knitting needle and the pyramid at Le Louvre, is both her and Trixie pulling me towards my dream in to Life.  I was wondering where she had gone, somewhere in the Universe exploring it all, fair enough I thought, work hard, distract yourself like she did once her father died when she was 18, and it will be your turn too one day.  She was going to find me a man, as parents, particularly Mothers, are prone to do, and nothing was going to stop her!  Trixie also knew how lonely I was, she was very fussy who I should associate with, I did what I was told, it was always best and still is.

I really don’t have anything left here in this country to hold me back, my desire is completely to be with you.

I did try to pre-secure a permanent job prior to entry but, as I will detail on unin.info this did not happen with Amazon, his unwillingness to save the Rain Forest his company is named after is evil, when researching for a meme noticed something obvious about him in the form of his spaceship, and felt it was a blessing in disguise, an insight.  I tried my best to give him a chance.  It does make me see that you are completely correct regarding taxation, and make me think that if we do not get it we could deploy the Russians to affect the access of the Amazon websites worldwide until he decides to play ball!  It would be a good diplomatic move of co-operation, after all we could then all belong to the biggest continent on earth : – ) Anyway before I launch into the positives – my way of going into space is electric – the notion of a shopping centre online was something I had suggested before the millennium, looking at one incarnation of the Amazon logo with a big O I thing he had viewed orionparty.org , so had facebook, my idea of a Planetary People’s Parliament probably inspired them – that was initially used wrongly as a porn ring (putting off women and poisoning children) so I had to pull it down, young men have wrecked the planet.  We could put it up again, properly monitored, and control facebook, thinking in terms of annillating it also by denial of service as it is also ruled by young men, as is Wikipedia, I have debated with Jimmy Wales and this is transparent, they are male chauvanistic.

My childhood in Chicklade, what a start for someone who has now discovered that their destiny was France!  What a name of a place!  We lived in secondly the Manor House Christopher Wren had worked on, introducing chalk as an insulator, probably for sound, he returned to his birthplace down the road in the Civil War when faith was threatened and Christmas was banned, I’ve slept, ate, lived and decorated were he would have done before, the third house, my Father built up around a barn was called The Dominick as people changed their names in defiance of Cromwell, to ‘of the Lord’ if he hadn’t been so boring banning and being so Puritanical his revolution would have lasted, so Holy War is at my foundation, when I was at school my 15^th birthday was on Shrove Tuesday, my Mother tried to order a cake with a design of 15 pancakes one on top of the other from Harrods, a pair of African twins in my Benedictine prep school All Hallows in Somerset a long way away had had a design of 2 pigs in a bed delivered from them in the 70s, I remember that cake to this day, designs on cakes were very rare in this time so only places like Harrods did them.  Harrods said to my Mother that they couldn’t deliver this to the relatively close Surrey – they were delivering fruit to other pupils, though the fruit the school stocked was more than adequate, I thought the pupils who got this rather spoiled.  I found out post 911 that Al Fayed was in control of Harrods at the time of my Mother’s request.  He fully owned it shortly after this. I had had the day ringed in my Missal, Shrove Tuesday, as you know is a significant Christian day.  This was Jihad on a child, and that child was me.  This was in 1984, in 1985 I heard a song ‘Little People’ “never kick a dog, because it’s just a pup, you better run for cover when the pup grows up!  And we’ll fight like twenty armies.  And we won’t give up!” Later I recognised that the security I had seen at my secondary school at aged 11, thinking it was for Charlotte Luxembourg as she was a Princess, was for me, they had peered through the Common Room I was in I was very aware of that, Mum was receiving Christmas Cards from the IRA in green writing, their favourite colour, to her and all her family, I learned after 9 11.    The first house we lived in in Chicklade was lived in before us by the Chamberlains.  I made sure I photographed well in it, early political spin when I was 8-9.  I found out later that this was the Captain ranked son of the Prime Minister and that he had purchased the entire house on becoming Premier in 1937.  Mrs Chamberlain died in 1965, they tried to sell it as one I reckon, my parents bought one lot of it in 1972, including the walled garden where they buried their pets, and then there was a circular outdoor swimming pool in the garden too, an early immersion in the world for me, what an immersive education.

My instincts for preventing World War are very well grounded.  In order to prevent WWIII I released the satires I did recently, and also to address other issues too.  I think in encountering another page with eggs on it, here we go founded in France again!  This was the real reason for my flag proposal, I am not going to be a pompous twat about it!  I will be truthful and honest, life is after all a lot of a laugh!  Good humour helps, my Mother and I did try, months after 911 preparing to board a flight where a list of weapons and items not allowed included a catapult, so I said to her “I haven’t got my pea shooter”  and we were told not to laugh and be serious, we kept mockingly telling each other off “No, you’re not to laugh! Stop it and be serious!…” in the departure lounge.  Really the world went the wrong way with that falling in with the grim reaper.  Keep Calm and Carry On was what we were trying to do and we were really affected by it.

Guy mentioned an Empire.  What I have studied is that, as a French person too you will understand this, that the more you force people in, centrally, the more that they desire to leave, the more you say – like to a small child – you go we’ll have all the fun together, if you don’t want to join in then that’s fine with us, the more they want to stay.  I have noticed too that the ones who are getting the bounty, the treasures are the ones that are really in control, control and power in Europe in moving East away from us.  This riles with me a contributory Brit, as another Tory Brit, Mrs. Thatcher is the one that made them all free, as you know, she primed Gorbachev before he became President, he did what she said.  The Iron Lady tore down The Iron Curtain.  The way that everyone tries to wind Russia up is not a good way towards peace.

I did have my own pre-President experience, which I tweeted twice in welcome of Donald Trump on his both visits to the UK, he should have been much more respected I think, they showed respect to the Chinese leader when he came, weird not to respect democracy.  Anyway, I spotted a calendar countdown to the date crop circle that said in signs that he was going to be President.  I celebrated.  This is the only one I have been first to find.  It was near a Firing Range, The Apprentice the reference “You’re Fired!”  This is why Ivanka dressed in that dress at Downing Street the same colour as the field, square pockets like in the design.  And because the signs were in the landscape a White Rabbit – Alice in Wonderland – the cards at the end = Top Trumps, a card game,  Donald wore a hearts red tie on a white card background, Theresa blue like Alice.    The White Rabbit appears at the beginning of the book with a pocket watch saying “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!”

Alex Kingston, my cousin, is a part of another wonderful creation, in that as River Song, she was Half Time Lady, Human with part Time Lord DNA as she was conceived in the TARDIS when it was travelling through a time vortex in Dr. Who, who she at some point in time married.   Simple as that. Her Mother Margarethe is German, and that is where her talent comes from.  I used to hero worship her as a child, I looked up to her, she is taller and older than me.  She also played Dr. Corday in ER

I really like the French way of dealing with things, I went round the very subtle revolutionary roundabout at Calais on my return, featuring the children’s story of The Three Pigs, I thought “Hat’s off to France, that’s the way it’s done!”  I grinned a big grin.  You clearly also have the migrant problem once there fully under control as I could not spot one, well done.

I did notice a few Magnum adverts in English, and thought “that’s bloody insulting, who are they trying to sell them to, the English!?  In France!!?  Weird, what with it being Belgian chocolate, a selling point in the UK, and they speak French, surely someone could have done one in French?”  I have not seen these particular adverts in England, strangely, perhaps whoever placed them was a little lost, I do agree entirely with those who say they feel alienated with all this.  I am, as you know, learning French, that is diplomatic, originally a French word, like the French Ferrero Rocher, named after the Rocher de Massabielle where the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary appeared to St. Bernadette at Lourdes, which it resembles.  I have bought diplomatic croquembouche tower versions, I love everything French, or Française as I should say, though I do not understand why English has a capital E yet the française are in lower case, that would be a correct, and politically so, Anglophile move to make, linguistically, a boon to morale, Les Française have given a lot to the World and are therefore that important.

Talking of words and food in combination the first satire to save I was writing was half finished when I came to France, but when I saw the first garage in France promoting the Mr. Men and Little Miss plus, would you believe it promoting Gourmand rather than Gourmet I was a bit shocked as this related to these books, and when I saw the children I thought France as also been infected, it seemed from the data I found that the nearer to the UK the more infected, thinking it must have come through the tunnel, I thought I’ve got to act and this was another reason for my decision to return, to get back to work.  Both satires make light of serious issues, I used the Muppet Oscar the Grouch to describe Donald Trump – in a very helpful way I might add!  I did do some self-depreciation and for my home town Swindon, as that puts it on the map like no other, especially these days, in that I highlighted Miss Piggy.  You know how Miss Piggy loved her Kermit, and being a frog he was French, well you are in my mind my Kermit and I am your adoring Miss Piggy, parce que tous les politiciens sont Muppets!  The satires here are of Mr. Greedy and Little Miss Plump.  Visiting France did bring back a memory to me, because the BBC’s Political presenter Andrew Marr lived near to the Royal Ballet School I thought it would be good for me to ask him to get me Ballet lessons (he went on on the programme about hippos dancing mockingly, I had to laugh as it was actually quite funny, but I was sadly disappointed as I really wanted to be my best as they were pressurizing me to be) as I felt the disciplinary style was perfect for females, installing it and creating respect, value and control of our bodies.  An hour of ballet a day, and considering it is a French Art, would be the way the condition and edit the young ladies bodies to make the little ladies as they should be.  Laughing I thought that you could say to the boys, via their Fathers did you want to be and become a Man who looks like me or Boris or Donald – I’m sure they won’t mind and can take it, as an anti-inspiration, because they’d want your boys to be the beat and healthiest they can be, a bit of competition like this, I suspect, would be motivational, national pride and self pride, if their chicken bits are not visible and their chests are not puffed up but drooped down then they cannot possibly be French but are across the channel traitors … whatever works!

The satire I finished first due to the urgency of the fact that Mrs. May was about to leave office and Mr Strong was all about her, with her Strong and Stable quote.  I used both books, Mr. Messy too, to highlight solutions, and the raison d’être for the Brexit voting pattern, to say why and to give politicians a reason to rush into solving these in order to stop the need for Brexit fairly and firmly.  I would love to talk with you about these.  I feel you have already responded positively.  One idea, egg themed, so French!  Initially, I’ll be honest, simply due to the fact that there was yet another page featuring eggs and I had to think of something, you know how these things, in reality, come!  So I thought New World Order as that is in the thought set that matches those that will respond to this, some will go Yeah! She’s right she is! Others Yes that’s good, positive forward thinking – anyway I think I nailed it!  With you wishing understandably to emulate The Sun King, me wanting to be a Ray of Light to the World, maybe my sub-conscious was on to a winner, Paris is the city of light, I too crave it, loving French Windows and Open Doors.    My simple flag idea could fly – just now I’m thinking it is also an emoji (insert smiley face here) on a blank page.  So all be it born in satire, it is not unreasonable.  I was introduced to the real world as a child via the yellow framed National Geographic, the pictures mainly  <(similarly with Private Eye)>  this was an on-going Christmas present from my Auntie Joan and Uncle George subscribed by them from San Francisco.

So we have a new flag with a yellow sun and a snow cloud white background, like the rising sun flag of Japan but this is the Mid Day Sun – high and shining.  This got me thinking, particularly prompted by Guy’s remarks, and the remembrance of the British Empire – the Empire where the Sun never Sets.  Europe, if it is nice to Russia, could become the biggest Continent on Earth Eurasia.  I would only include the northern bit of Asia, not China – they do not trade fair, Trump is correct on that especially with intellectual property and cruel weird medicine and their human rights record is not good…  nor any of the sub-continent and they will take over and rule over us all, they did have a large cultural influence with the caste system and the Raj which did have an influence which added to the lead up to WWI and they still stir today, they are rather too excitable to be compatible, we need to become and remain calm in order to think correctly.  Japan would be very welcome in our Circle.  This circle could continue on Europe through Russia including Japan, hopefully Alaska and the rest of the United States and Canada, transitioning with Greenland to Iceland and we keep going on.

I did see yesterday, the cruel, intellectually criminal and deeply undemocratic China on their 70^th Anniversary – in stark contrast to you at The Council of Europe – said “No Force Can Stop Us” and there was me thinking quietly “we’ll see!”  We can as a big group encircle them and send boats to emancipate the disenfranchised people of Hong Kong.  We will be an Empire where the Sun really never sets, particularly when we invite in our little island overseas territories, which could include Australia who love us all enthusiastically and New Zealand who form a pyramidical triangle with the Japanese islands and the British Isles. It will always be Summer or Spring in our lovely community,  we the lovely people, will win.

In order to maintain order to be fair – I know you are working hard on it – we all need to retire at the same age and with the same relative to local costs amount of money.  As I grow older I do not feel nearly ready to stop, at 50 finding there are those in the EU who retire at 55 I feel an equal fear of employment discrimination and revulsion of the sheer inequity of it all, why would I want to pay taxes and keep working for more than a decade longer than them whilst funding their inactivity, of course that pisses people off, in the UK, as I kind of know you are very well aware, and are striving to resolve.

Another money aspect is that of money changing hands, or more specifically moving away from where it has been worked for to places that get it without the work.  This is a feudal overlord pattern that was overthrown, quite successfully in France in the Revolution.  Well done you.  Vive La France!  This is effectively what the working class people across the Channel are emulating.  Quite right too.  Dracula is counting coins we have generated in his castle and it really is as terrifying as in the Middle Ages prior to the Black Death, which shook the system to its core, generating The Merchant Class which, up until recently, have been slowly rising up, benefitting from the fruits of their labours.  It would be healthier for all, and generate employment out of necessity, because no other funds or factories others had formed and worked for would be handed to them on a plate – like the excesses of all despotic European Monarchical Courts of old.  Attitudes have to move forward, we cannot afford to contain and entertain those with negative retrospective notions or demands of any sort.

We started, in Swindon, the first public trials of a currency system called Mondex, the first logo which I remember was European blue and yellow, before the Euro was launched.  I read a Guardian press article 10 years after it’s launch and it exclaims it as a flop, yet this is the way money goes around the world today, these were the 1^st chip and pin cards, Mum gave my brothers their pocket money on their own personal cards.  Nice French name again.  It appears we praise each other in our language but do not exude self-confidence in it of ourselves, examples are custard and crème anglaise and frites and French Fries, we term our own products in a bit of a rough way but the other’s with Capitalisation or by describing it in a crème de la crème way.

Governance over a wide span is not possible, some could comprehensively conclude that currently this is an issue.  What I have noted is that poor countries are usually big and very rich states small, it’s a tendency based on genuine human ability to control.  If you don’t know what is going on or are unaware of how the people feel because they are too far distant from you then there are going to be problems.  We also need experienced hands, not amateurs, starters or off-cuts who couldn’t make it on their own national stage so do their second best in a continental forum.

The model I am proposing does away with all the bureaucracy too.  As a bonus it will give you the opportunity to carry on leading beyond your maximum 2 terms, you are far too talented, far too young and far too attractive to not be available to view, to hear and to learn from and love.  Each territory will elect, they will Commission their Commissioners based on Government Departments.  France, Germany and the UK will not need to join with other states in a grouping because we are so big, and so populous, nor Italy or Poland, but groupings for others will need to occur, Benelux, Iberia et cetera.  There will be groupings that were previously states at war, they must learn to get along, they are after all together within the EU, but are selfishly being cushioned by the work of others, which means the others are making all the sacrifices for their indulgence, this is mean and unfair, and pulls others apart from the family in the strain and the stress, we all need to pull our weight.  We can’t stir war, or wind up others to conflict, so it will be good for the previously Soviet Eastern European nations who are playing us and benefitting from our peace to keep pulling out the red card about their neighbours, they need to calm down and remember Russia did help us out sacrificing themselves for our existence as we are now, and is similarly revolutionary with us.  Everyone will pay fully for whom they Commission, and pay for all the support staff they think they need.  Commissioners do not need to be paid at similar rates.  Anyway living costs are dearer or cheaper based on home location.  So that is fair.  If they want to be paid more they will have to ask their own peoples, and that entails treating them well.   The trouble with the current EU funding model is the same as in 3^rd World countries where their leaders need not, so do not, have a relationship of any kind with their own people, distant, out of touch, corrupt, violent, worse…  There is also the demoralisation of the paying peoples as I am sure you are not alone in being aware of this.  Country groups that feel they cannot afford as many Commissioners as others can merge their Commissioned Departments, so a Commissioner has more than one main responsibility.  Departmental ideas are for e.g. Presiding, Defence, Foreign, Economy, Education, Health, Transport, Environment, Food (Agriculture & Fishing)…

Meeting each other will be much more interesting, and look lovely, like Biarritz.  People with experience will enjoy visiting new places, and those places, like we see at the Eurovision Song Contest, will enjoy showing off what they’ve got to the World, an economic advertisement.  Because the time zones of this new organisation are 24 hour varying the location will be good for a good distribution of live broadcasts, and the thrill of having people like that right near you, in your area, seeing how you live, learning about you too – I do note and see on your social media your photos they are about Les Autres the others not yourself, you’re definitely not a selfie selfish leader, a real man not an egotistical boy, as far as I am concerned you are a man magnet, that is such an attractive proposal for me.  By the way Brussels and Strasbourg would make perfect music and other entertainment venues!  And while we’re on Eurovision read Mr Messy’s view and obviously mine is the opposite to that!  Everyone should enter and feature on one evening all together – none of the competitive heats – music is about co-operation and love, it is not sport – and what with a lot of employment in our countries, other people can vote for themselves, but not us, we pay but with the way it is now we will never win.  The pleading and whining to win is tedious, tiring and not positively entertaining, winning should not matter, the taking part and loving each other should.  The voting should be 12 minutes long, in tribute to the Douze Points!  And Anyone can vote for Any country including their own – and that will pay for it, happy days for us, we win at any rate, (We can’t vote in one of the heats so even though we pay we are disenfranchised !!!) and anyway because we got through automatically we only got one airing of our songs, so no airplay no chance, and with no stake by us nothing to lose.  I would like to propose, because I find it boring that nearly all are in English, it used to feel like you we going on holiday abroad at your home, I really loved that, and it’s not even that entire cultural bases could head for deletion, the Rosetta Stone springs to mind, that it is required that songs are sung in the languages in the countries where they are.  Australia may like to invite New Zealand to the party, in fact if they wanted to accompany Japan in Eurasia in my mind they would be most welcome.  The more the merrier!  I have been dreaming of a Euro day.  Having junior events earlier on in the day, for entertainment not the exploitation and the pressures a child cannot take, everyone’s a winner (it is okay for them to build resilience at a school scale to take winning and losing but on the record on an international scale this is something they should be protected from as to be embarrassed internationally is hard even for an adult so a child should not be allowed exposure to all that)   Perhaps we could have a May Day holiday and stay up all day and all night to see each other, I think that would help, and M’aider is of course French, as is Parliament, so that is all natural.

I listened to French radio the short time I came in July, and I really love the soft and gentle pop music, it lacks the aggression of UK and US music, which has it’s place and is exhilarating too, but I was thinking and feeling “that’s nice, I like that, I could do with more of that” my brow noticeably and pleasantly relaxed.  I was sad when we lost signal after going through the tunnel.  Now I am listening to Joe Le Taxi on repeat, and Vanessa Paradis’ album M&J a lot.  Joe Le Taxi at the time of it’s release was perfect preparation for me entering the charts at 17 in effect, getting me going on the long journey ahead.  When I was younger and had to install cable to watch TV in Swindon I used to watch a channel called JSTV – Japanese Satellite Television – I particularly loved and remembered a programme called Tokyo Love Story – I thought it was designed for us in mind now I know the Japanese love kilts equally, it was in the channel mix for the Japanese workers at Honda, were I worked, twice, they were good.  The brilliant thing about this channel was that the sub-titles were in Japanese, so you could not cheat, so I started to learn Japanese.  When they said about satellite television I got all excited thinking “wow, that will be brilliant, we will be able to watch all the channels from all the world.  I will be able to learn lots of languages and see the news from all sorts of points of view.”  But the reality is that it is all a bit of a lowest common denominator mush, you channel hop and find a bit of variety, but not at all to the extent I was expecting.  BBC Monitoring listens and views it all yet News 24 is a list of headlines in the main, it is dumbing down and a bit boring with the constant repetition.  Again something we pay for but don’t get, frustrating.  I did try to access France’s channels but they are not even accessible online in my geographical area, I thought we were in Europe, still, just about, wonder why we’re not allowed to share that.  But owing to bandwidth the reception and detail is not as good as on a television beamed in by a satellite, so it would be better and really spectacular for international understanding if we could hear each other first hand and could see each other face to face.

On my 12^th Birthday in March my schoolfriends did a very strange, and now I feel slightly prophetic, thing.  They gathered together in the Common Room, and did a little concert for me.  The song was “I’m in love with a big blue frog and a big blue frog loves me” and then they paraded in a couple of lines and alternated saying as they approached me “I’m from [a country] and I’m here to say Happy Birthday to Clare” There were a lot of people from a lot of countries.  It was somewhat over-whelming.  I remember in May of that Year the joy of Bucks Fizz in the First Year Common Room with Caroline Kosciusko-Morizet (the elder sister of Nathalie)  (she came to Woldingham for 2 weeks and I remember her more than many whom I was with for years, which must have significance) at Sacre Coeur Woldingham – Their + Our First Sacre Coeur Ecole was at Amiens as you probably know.  We did have Jesuit priests at the Churches we went to from Chicklade at Wardour and Sacred Heart Tisbury – a Latin Mass is held every week at Wardour as has been for centuries, the Roman Catholics held out there against the Protestants like Asterix the Gaul held out against the Romans.  I did fall into the cauldron when I was very young, in that we visited Rome and I jumped into as many fountains as I could, my real baptism is how I see it!  We were with my Great Auntie Vi (Violet) known as Sister Theresa was a teacher at the Marymount School there, she was also the Secretary to the Pope’s Secretary, whatever that is called and translated The Pope for the BBC into a number of languages as well.  I have contacted the Cardinals in the Conclave because I thought as a woman I could not complain if I didn’t get involved and as it was an election, as you would understand, it was irresistible!  The Pope I said Europe needed, Benedict was elected, and to this day I have to re-check the matching of my communication with his First Sermon, utterly thrilling and amazing!  Now we have Francis too, good for France with that name, or Français for Les Français.  We all have our Ministerial Calling.  My Father Roger was her favourite nephew, his Father called Frank Kingston, was also medical and was involved at the Bethlem and Maudsley Hospital, characterised as Bedlam – where the phrase comes form – as people were using mental asylum imprisonment when being out in the community would be better, he was part of a team that freed these people to live, one example is those with Down’s Syndrome, or those with learning disabilities, or to control and acquire estates siting that they were lunatics, they needed to be locked away and all their assets seized as they couldn’t possibly manage them, criminal behaviour against the vulnerable that we would now no longer find acceptable.  A bit like getting thee to a nunnery in the UK many years before.  A restrictive and controlled life.  Rather than a free and fulfilled one.   He divorced my Mother when I was 18, and when his parents were old and dying, his neighbour’s husband was also.  Patricia and Roger became great friends, and then partners.  Patricia was married to Jorge Rodriguez, who was close to Luis Portillo, they were comrades in Spain, they fled Franco together, being both republicans, and they remained friends, his son Miguel, whom she knew when a baby is now known by his Anglicised name Michael, a Conservative politician, his Mother Cora was left wing, they took in Patricia and Jorge’s cat called Pushkin when he went to work at CBC in Canada.  Jorge met Patricia at Elstree, Patricia was working with horses there for vaccines as part of the Land Army.

I am related to Arthur Ransome, who married Trotsky’s Secretary, so when they defame someone left-wing as a Trot I feel very proud, as relatively speaking I am a Trot.  He became very close to Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, only 3 letters different from the current Leader of Russia, so to Put it in terms of the present I see it as it is a very useful Soviet contact I will be very familiar with.   I have stayed on a school trip at the Hotel Rossiya by the Red Square in Moscow – the hotel we were booked in became unavailable – so we were booked in there by the Russians.  This may well have been the reason, or that my Mother had met Valentina Tereshkova at a Women of the Year luncheon, she went to 3, this time she was on the top table.  I remember feeling very embarrassed for us as my Mother was only the 1^st woman to be trained as a pilot since the 2^nd World War and she was a Cosmonaut going into Space, my Mother and I were into Astronomy, we went to a Careers in Astronomy event at Greenwich which was led by Heather Couper and Nigel Henbest, and someone took great trouble in explaining the Greenwich Time Line to me in Great detail, I can see the view now.  This was the kind of star I wanted to be, I frowned on celebrity back then, little knowing the irony to come, of my influence rising as a Ray of Light in Orion and on, boy have songs about me been Belted out universally!

Hey You Live Earth’s theme song by Madonna was written for me, initially I thought it was designed simply to motivate Americans into action, then I recently got it, and Hard Candy, whilst working at Amazon.  I did e-mail Jeff Bezos regarding environmental ideas, his response is not currently positive, which will need addressing.  I did have an accident there, (we will need to get the photos of it taken there, and the 2 forms I filled out with its detail, for the historic record, not for litigation, as I now regard this as an Act of God/force majeure/vis major) which I pre-warned about where an ironing board went into my eye.  Looking at it in hindsight, with the location of it being near C20 (@C19) near 20 20 vision, I didn’t see it that way initially, but perhaps the injury was given to me by the Iron Lady as she knew I had visions of how Europe should be organised 20:20 visions, and that these would keep the Iron Curtain open as she preferred it to be, see C.  It did happen on 9 11 so I was shocked, I warned about some bags/boxes which had recently been changed from orange red and dark grey to EU colours of blue, yellow and black (for the stars I reckon!) and they were tilting in the Red B zone like the leaning tower of Pisa – that was the view I had with a friend of my parents who was doing an Art Course holiday there who worked at the Pentagon in the neighbouring room that got hit.  All these triggers, I was about to be made happily permanent, though that might have offended you as the gilets jaunes now have gilets that are jaune et sacre bleu like the ones at Amazon impersonating a UK Police Car, with writing on the back too, so that might have proved offensive to you. It would be good to get the data, the forms I filled in and the photos, you could post me a blue European one with the yellow stars on it, big at the back, a small logo at the front with EU in it, so I can go with authority and get these (not get them!).  I was trying, hence my delay to secure this, move and work in Paris for Amazon at Clichy thinking that would be a good working example.   Now I wonder in between whether they might actually view it as an elite foreigner taking one of their jobs.  I could contribute more inventively, I am genetically inventive.  My Great-Grandfather Stephen Henry Martin, who lived and worked in Dublin as a hairdresser invented a Combined Foster Mother and Nursery for Poultry Chicks, (more Coq au Vin!) he patented it https://patentscope.wipo.int/search/en/detail.jsf?docId=GB134006201&tab=NATIONALBIBLIO, now chicken is plentifully available – with a name like that he must have been French somewhere along the line, like Isambard Kingdom Brunel and Marc, who build the first tunnel, he was totally French.  I did try to go back this morning on Ancestry and the first Martin’s called John and Frances occurred in Dorset, their son was born in 1805, Revolution possibly brought them to these shores.  Martin is clearly a French name.  He also decided he did not like the brassy sound of the gramophones of the day, so somewhere between 1900 and 1910 he contacted HMV – then called Victor Victrola – saying he thought wood would make a far more pleasant and better sound.  They gave him £1000 for that idea then.  He bought houses for all his children.  Now companies are more likely to steal ideas, and sack staff who send them in, Amazon also requires those who wish to promote their work for unknown royalties via their library system to forgo the rights to their own works, I’m pretty sure that is not right morally and needs legal investigation.  Things are not better now for the working classes so they resort to revolt and some by being revolting.  If someone would treat me right I could turn that all around. So he, Mr Martin fed the world so much more than the man who wanted all our fucking money, whilst avoiding taxes himself ffs, in Live Aid.  Science, systems, order and technology are the answer, with respect.  Innovation is a very French attribute, like Brunel, though his workers contributions within Society here in Swindon have been shamefully neglected for decades see Save Swindon’s Heritage on facebook, I think this disrespect was an instrumental reason for the referendum result in Swindon, one major one.  They have allowed destructive neglect of The Mechanic’s Institute, where the first public library was opened in the UK, via railway workers contributions, 8 years before the declared 1^st in Manchester, and Greenwich Leisure Group want to destroy the small Caribbean warm small pool which allowed all to learn to swim (they say so far they’ll keep the cooler Atlantic depth one – useful for survival training (their timetable of opening hours indicates otherwise to me) and parts of the Turkish (Islam brought bathing to Europe I have found out) and Russian baths to flats. This is the very location where the NHS was founded, it’s inspiration, it was a health service, not just a treat the sick service, it knew well, it’s aim was to keep people well too so that they wouldn’t get sick.  This is the destruction of neglect that is brought about by disrespect of the local little ones in favour of mass endless immigration to slumification, no wonder people are angry and getting angrier, someone needs to hear, to listen, to take note and to take action too.  Immediate EU funding for UK working class cultural assets and people – they were the majority Leave voters, they’d had enough of being treated like horse manure – would do the trick, I hope it’s not too late, but allowing our chocolate factories to be taken away by EU funding did not help, it sucks it really does.  Because I have experience on both sides of the fence I think I can help you out with your little people too, my car is a little smart car that looks like a gilet jaune on wheels and it looks like it’s lived too, a Cinderella look I think is better than any other in aiding understanding, especially when it is real, not fake.  Les Miserables need a friend.  I’m a bit miserable on my own, every time I view a video of you I perk up a bit.  My new transport system idea I still have in mind will I feel sort out the issues.  I dreamed a dream.  I had a book with Dungeness on it, bought in the last century, and imagined an oil rig road connecting us to France via Cap Gris Nez (with your nose you know now would be the time >===<)  I got Admiralty maps to connect Scotland via Rockall to Iceland and planned a route to Greenland to Canada and getting Alaska and Russia to connect, and Japan to reach Russia, and round and round the world we go.  And stuff would deliver itself.  They’d be a way, an electric way to go in to Space, so New Zealand and Australia would be a leap away.  Money and Oil and Young Male Egos got in the way, they have less value than Love, will run out, and will grow old and immobile one day, Oh the ignorance!

Taking about moving, something everyone knows you love, I did notice that the colours of a cricket match were red, green and white, the colours of the flags of Arabic nations.  I really do not know why they have yet to volunteer themselves up for the game, unless they are cowards of course, after all bad light and rain rarely stop play where they are.  We used to be much more united as nation friends when we played together, French Cricket I remember fondly from primary school, what with the nice soft tennis ball we played with and the fact that everyone got a turn really quickly, the turnaround woke up the game, no-one was in a position for minutes, hours or days – though the more relaxing 3 day style would suit hot countries, with it’s keep calm and carry on approach, the French game is more egalitarian, a street style, and anyone can join in when a game is on play, taking part is the point to it, chatting and having fun.  It is a game started by female milkmaids, hence the III stumps like their stool legs and the – top the seat, milk is the source of all cheese.  Doing research the French may have been the first to play the game, it sounds French doesn’t it, similarly croquet, same word root I reckon, kind of obvious.  Oh life is a laugh, what what isn’t it!   Perhaps that’s why my Mother, as a young Josephine Hague (her Dad, my Grandpa, looks similar to William Hague but with dark hair, William’s hair colour is like my Auntie Mary’s) used to revise for her ‘O’ Levels watching Freddie Trueman at Headingley, Leeds, she went to Notre Dame College there at the time.  My Grandma used to play as a child and recounted of her bowling to a young chap “I didn’t mean to break his arm!” She used to sprint home after entertaining the taunting boys in her Catholic school uniform, once she’d got out her whip and whipped them, “Is that you Winnie?” her Mother used to call as the sound of the latch on the gate clunked to say she’d arrived home.  I think we need to play together more.  I did think with my camping gear being probably not usable by me due to security, that it would be useable by more normal people freely and happily.  What I started to think, as one of the reasons – yes, there is a bit of a list – the more the remoaners remoan the harder this gets to solve, as hardened folk entrench all the harder when their elite are so aloof, again no need to explain to you, a Frenchman, how that all works out! – is that the poorer or poorest members of British society have never travelled, or due to sheer simple economics cannot positively remember the last time they did.  Whilst I didn’t have a campervan for the Aires I found the few campsites I’d located to be very noisy with children, so I’m thinking of this as an idea for those with kids, as they is nothing more relaxing when you’ve got a lively bunch of them to not be alone “I don’t think that noise is coming from one of ours so you don’t have to worry” sort of thing.  Using EU funding, the little people of Britain really have suffered as money they’ve worked for has leached out, both sad and demoralising, a coach could be organised and they could be taken to a campsite where they will be catered for, they’ll love the ham and cheese baguettes for lunch, croissants, pastries and chocolate for breakfast, and a simple supper will suffice, posh stuff when you’ve not had enough for ages is somewhat overwhelming and it only hurts the more when you become all too aware of all you have been missing.  Somewhere near a waterpark or a beach would be divine, trips to forests and fairy+fort castles (like kids here play with) and having a go at a part of Le Tour de France would be a treat, you know that’s going well here, particularly in Yorkshire where my Mum comes from!   The same coach trip could be organised for our elders off season, so they can sleep in a bed in comfort, so the sun is not too hot, playing pétanque (what we called it with our set as a child) (bowls is popular amongst the elders in England) perhaps on La Plage on the South Coast, Farage would start to struggle to recruit with your service with a smile for them, some of them remember the war as children and of France being so exotic, so they’d appreciate it all the more, it’s nice to get out, in a nice or Nice sort of way, it is so much nicer in Nice!  No more need to get into a flap about it girls!   You could supply them with tea and biscuits, like Nice ones or Bourbons, a favourite here! It would be good for your protesting folk to feel how privileged they really have been, our pensions, retraites, rates are poor compared to your people’s (I wonder why and need to look into it) like pre-revolutionary aristocracy relatively speaking, when they see our sorts coming their way, might make them get it, I am really proud of you for your perseverance, like Thatcher in standard, I think you will win through with your dog-eared determination, Churchill and his dog would have time for you, you certainly don’t Surrender!

Looking at your post regarding inégalités before birth I did like a comment regarding bringing school uniforms back as the ones in the UK for the girls are gingham, which is so sweetly popular, like Bonne Maman jam, and the dresses that go on a seriously good offer in Aldi and Lidl are of an brilliant design and well cut, they do offers for boys and girls focusing on red, white and blue.

I found them useful when completing backpacks for school children without school equipment or proper clothing for school for the Mary’s Meals Backpack project (online) They feed schoolchildren one meal a day using local resources with genuine respect, not undermining local businesses, the volunteers are from the communities there, not from lands afar.  I only stopped doing this when I feared all the strong young men seeing all we were sending were coming in by the boatload to kill the Goose that laid the Golden Eggs.

There also needs to be a point of a European Defence Force, they need to actually do something proper – I suggest manning the Mediterranean in a professional, firm and strict capacity, then Schengen will remain, otherwise it is threatened.  Women and girls are certainly threatened by the growing presence of angry, entitled, male centric young men.  Compassion where honestly genuine, turning a blind eye to dishonesty is killing the European dream.

Standing up for your country not another’s is what most EU countries have been doing but until recently the UK has not, trapped in feudal submission sandwich between the Monarchy and the Bureaucracy the Legitimacy has gone off in its own self interest to try to rule, not to take back control but to take power away from the people.  All of this really doesn’t help, it backfires on our roads that are pot-holed and like rutted farm tracks in many places, our playing fields and pools and other relaxing and invigorating places are replaced by housing for increasing numbers of people, no control what so ever.  A lot of people did know what they were doing, it was not anti EU it was pro them for a change, that is revolutionary for us, the rest of the benefitting block focuses on what they can get out of the EU, and they are succeeding in that, to the extent when their workers come to work here they have a begging bowl mentality, suck and crawl, to the bosses here, they like that and are corrupted by it, they dismiss us, ignore us and play the race card against us when we want a fair share, there was not any where where the little people of this land could express themselves, their needs, their feelings, without being silenced, rebuked or arrested.

You could say on a slightly lighter note, that when in the Constitutional Law of 23^rd July 2008, that they did not know what they were doing – after all, surely it is up to the people if they want to democratically elect a present President for a 3^rd term.  The President of the Assemblée Nationale, Bernard Accoyer, who wanted everything according to his will by the sounds of his name, behaved like The Speaker in Westminster does now, over-ruling from his throne, and voted as traditionally he would not have done, and the man Jack Lang who voted against his party whip, again not on form, against precedence – both these 2 got it passed, when if they had followed strict protocol it would have failed.  I think you should re-run that, because to be frank, and the French are Franks, you are far too young to retire.  I thought when I heard Jacques Chirac had been 12 years as President that he had served 2 terms of 6 years, and I was thinking maybe you could get loads done in 2 terms of 6.  I find he changed it from 7 to 5 probably because he knew he was getting on a bit and thought I’ll only get re-elected if I say I’ll only stay for ½ a decade.  It’s not like you’ve been in Major Power Positions before, like Prime Minister or to a slightly lesser extent Mayor of a Major City.  You’ve not had the chance to be able to create an opportunity of corruptibility.  And it is a waste of your evident talent too.  Why should you get a fraction of an opportunity of the man who took parts away from you when he had had tonnes?  Helps you get Brexit a bit doesn’t it!? (LOL) If this would be changed it would be better, so that a fitness to stand again in the 2^nd term was assessed, political (corruption cases), psychological (mental wear in evidence by a series of recent actions) and physically, because frailty is a fault at the very top as you need to be able to withstand staying up all night in all varieties of storm, not being up to it, really does matter.  As long as the post holder withstood this assessment they could stand again.  After all it is ultimately up to the people when they vote in all the rounds, so worn out wasted and wan leaders would not win again, ones with visions and energy for the future would.  I think the Assembly is tying France’s hands behind it’s back and slowing it running and winning the continual race of life. The manner is the same as wound Jesus up, rules not love, process not truth, no wonder he turned the tables!

Talking of love and rules I have been in a relationship with Tanita Tikaram, we met at college, she wrote a number of songs about me and a few albums, the first I think was Twist in my Sobriety when I had told her off for being drunk, starts “All God’s children need travelling shoes, Drive your problems from here…”  I am her Thursday’s Child from The Sweet Keeper which is also me, and Everybody’s Angel…  I love everything she does, some is hard others adoring.  I feel she wanted more than a sonic relationship.  I didn’t want to be ex-communicated, that held me back.  I think now, I should not have cared, because even though I know I’m not gay, I am attracted to men, thought I love Tanita and also do Madonna in a big way, that was close real love I missed out on.  I was wrong, you were right. You got it right with Brigitte.  This is confirmed now what with the Church wanting to be on trend and currently accepting gays and even Muslims even though the latter do not believe Christ is in any part God, what the fuck!?  They have LGBT Chaplaincies now in Dioceses across the UK, and a monthly Mass in mine.  https://cliftondiocese.com/event/lgbt-mass-3/
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In Naples Friday Pope Francis delivered a speech calling for theological dialogue with Islam and Judaism in pontifical universities as part of “a theology of dialogue and acceptance.”

“Theology students should be educated in dialogue with Judaism and Islam to understand the common roots and differences of our religious identities, and thus contribute more effectively to building a society that values ​​diversity and fosters respect, brotherhood and peaceful coexistence,” Pope Francis said on June 21 in front of Naples’ Jesuit-run pontifical Catholic university.

https://catholicherald.co.uk/news/2019/06/21/pope-francis-calls-for-theological-dialogue-with-islam-and-judaism/

The word Catholic means broad-minded, Universal from the Greek Katholikos, I like that, so altogether all together is good.

So whatever relationship I decide, a ménage à trois for example, ou quatre avec Nemo, they will have to accept, especially when a relationship is founded completely on love as opposed to lust, which this is not, as the latter lacks control, and none of us has indicated keenness on that, demonstrating a sincere value on control.  It makes me realise that if they can change their mind, then whatever I decide to do then I can quote that back to them, that whatever path of love, and that is the essential message, I choose to take, it is not wrong.   I can work my way round whatever they say.  This is about Heart with Head, with The Heart over-ruling The Head, which without the Heart can be somewhat unruly, for the Head to be right in the Head it needs the Heart to guide it, closely.   Eleven Kinds of Loneliness was another of Tanita’s albums.  I wouldn’t want anyone to become lonely, I wouldn’t wish to take anyone’s place.  I’m not seeing it as the children’s song:

There were three in a bed
And the little one said
“Roll over, roll over!”
So they all rolled over
And one fell out.

Chanson enfantine en Français:

Il y en avait trois dans un lit
Et le petit a dit
“Retournez-vous, retournez-vous !”
Ils se sont tous retournés
Et un est tombé.

Not at all, that’s a bit rough and definitely not love!

It would be very sweet to have more little feet in the bed, especially with your genetic data, it would be good for the future for it to be filled with bright fit fellows.

I am lonely without Trixie, someone to cuddle and love, we still are in a relationship, that will never end.  I wouldn’t wish loneliness on anybody.  I wouldn’t want to feel I’m shunned someone out into that, I would be in pain, and that pain would hurt and it would be hate.  I would wish to know Brigitte was with love and cared for as she started to get old, I would like to help look after her when that eventually happens, hopefully, unless she is in pain then, for a very long time, no-one ever really leaves you, but it is never the same, it is harder.  I wouldn’t be able to bear you being lonely either, I think from your indication in your cover photo you can empathise and see that will be you one day too, that really is scary, like Brexit or Hallowe’en.

We weren’t allowed to ‘celebrate’ Hallowe’en at my Catholic Preparatory School, All Hallows – this was founded by Mr Dix as the Prep School for Downside – a Benedictine Monastery College – as it was seen to be evil.  We were, of course, allowed to celebrate the Hallowed All Hallows’ Day, All Saints Day, France is the country in the world with the most places with Saint in their name.  You knew that, what with all the highly visible Crosses across the country, it is the place on the map of the World where the most treasure is to be found!  No-one needs pirates, we all need love.  Talking of stories about good and evil, when Madonna was living in England, I drew her in and when I questioned her in the wrong way, which I can now see, I let her leave, which is sad, but now in her latest album she quotes “finally enough love” coming from me, at last, I told her about All Hallows and that she could send her children there.  She was also living in London quite close to where Jo K Rowling was living at the time.  The circle within the triangle symbol of the book ‘The Deathly Hallows’ I recognised immediately as this is above an arch of the entry to the courtyard there, the horcrux is on the chapel (not there in that place in my time) and I found out about a tower, which I was not aware of when I was there, also featured in the book, now occupied by someone of the Bahá’í Faith who let me climb to the top!   The Bahá’í Faith is a religion teaching the essential worth of all religions, and the unity and equality of all people.

I went to a church event last night, at St. Joseph’s in Wroughton, near to one of the places where my Mum used to work, as I had seen this prayer which contained the word commission in it so I was interested, (yes I was thinking of the European Commission when I saw it!)  this is the start of it, ” God our Father, when your Son Jesus Christ rose from the dead, he commissioned his followers to ‘go and make disciples of all nations’.” https://missio.org.uk/emm/  Missio: Today. Tomorrow. Together.  I love the response to the psalm we said “God is with Us”  because that is what your name means, so I was thrilled to say it every time and every time I thought of you.  There was a statue of The Patron Saint of Europe near me and the Circle of Candles emulated the Flag of Europe.  Missio was all started by a French lady, Pauline Marie Jaricot The Saint Day being of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, another French lady, the Patron Saint of Missionaries.  I can see why you love the Commission now, everything that is lovely points to France.

Every Advent and Christmas, it all starts with the First Candle on the First Sunday of Advent my favourite Carol is sung, O Come O Come Emmanuel, every time my hair all over my body stands up, every time I am so excited, every time I put my heart, my body, my soul and all the quiet and volume and intonation to the top.  So utterly thrilling.  In a Choir I put requests in to sing it whenever I could, and imagine Christmas isn’t its only context, any opportunity to sing the song.  I reckon this is the reason.  I never knew you were what this Carol was preparing me for, and now I know, brilliant!

I’ve been listening to this motivational politician’s I feel hymn, this particular one is relevant too: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o469PRLdbHU as I’ve just viewed Boris Johnson’s Conservative Party Broadcast and this resembles this video, and signifies that the previous Remain politician, at heart still is, and is indicating to me that this is the way he would love it all to go, preferably.

I’ve been recently revisiting my old Alma Mater Brigidine Convent in Windsor,  sounds like Bridge or Brigitte or both, and where I was baptised in Alma (meaning soul) Road, like Pont d’Alma, this came off Clarence Road where I lived, I used to put both of my little hands on the N because it was negative and not nice, revealing my own name and initials CE at the time, on all the signs along the road, I spotted to my delight a Clarence River in France, and felt very much at home and grinned from ear to ear.   Today I did drift into your school experience and remembered and reimagined my International School System idea, the uniforms become more chosen and bespoke at around the academic age of 13, within reasonable dress parameters, reminding myself that had you been completely straight-jacketed and separate then you would not have found love as comfortably.  I love you too.  I did find it hard – actually impossible – to like any tweet I saw with Brigitte and you totally together at Biarritz as I was so overcome with jealousy – the source is understandable but then I arose and realised that this was not love, that love is limitless, and shared love is more love – I am feeling both of you (plural and respectable) are making me build myself into a better person, and that the will is there, too.  It is so funny that Donald Tusk has been trying so hard and doing so well to engage with me in conversation, and yes, we do have a deep dialogue, but I still fight.  Then, here you come, in love, and you win the day.  God does have a sense of humour, he is a corny stand-up, listen then if you have ears!  Vive la irrestistance!  Vous êtes irresistible!  And anyway you will need to conduct a reasonable conversation in French for relaxation, and I will need a teacher too, for The Language and to be culturally correct and in many ways I am a bit young.  My Father’s girlfriend taught English Literature at the South Bank International School.  When I was 14 I was at East Croydon station, sitting on a bench, and I saw my English teacher, Miss Hurley and thought I should be working, Indecision Decisions was born, about the differences between one another and encouraging debate about whether they really mattered, directing thinking that they were a positive good.  They like the design online!    Around about that time, this was at Woldingham School, I saw we were the same as I came into France as on the map there are lots of inghem places, the same people one set on one side of some water, the other on another, we went to see the very first productions on this side of the water – in 1985, in my size 8 lilac Liberty dress – still have it, as I also have bought blushing a turquoise men’s gingham shirt from Florence & Fred, Tesco’s, never worn, I wonder if it is your size, it’s a 97cm chest, I do not have a clue these days and do need to be told – of Les Miserables ironically performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company at the Barbican.  I do not normally buy LPs of productions, also as I was young, I was short of money, but I bought this.  We were reading in our Literature lessons A Tale of Two Cities “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the Spring of hope, it was the Winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” déjà vu all over again I’d say!  This was at the Sacred Heart school I went to, this was the school that motivated me the best, where I was the happiest, and at it’s Heart it was French, starting where you two started too, stories can have happy endings.  Even the Brexit Saga!  Which part of which volume are we on now?  What are we on?  Who am I referring to being on something?  Do I go on?   Does it go on and on and on and so on?

I think I’m on the side of the revolutionaries without the naivete in 1789, on your side in 2019, my Grandmother in Dublin had to make a choice after the Easter Uprising in Dublin in 1916, she decided to call herself Pat after Patrick, she was born Charlotte Maud, which then were royal names, “Princess Maud Charlotte Mary Victoria; 26 November 1869 – 20 November 1938) was Queen of Norway as spouse of King Haakon VII.   She was the youngest daughter of the British King Edward VII and Alexandra of Denmark. Maud of Wales was the first queen of Norway in over five centuries who was not also queen of Denmark or Sweden.”   She decided to ditch that, my Father always joked that she was a Republican.  I had my own dangerous encounter with the royals which made me agree with her.  I was imprisoned and drugged, I had to leave my job at Nationwide, where the World Cup football team had been in only days before, watching them and this in silence in an asylum, no legal recourse, nothing, effectively I was being beheaded as in the Tower of London, and I had to comply or die.  I had written a loving letter to Prince William, and horror was the consequence.  The organisation that did this to me are called the FTAC and are based at 5 Buckingham Gate near the Palace, they say they are a combination of the NHS and Police, they are simply the royal thug squad.  The prince of wales talks to plants and say they talk back, the queen psychotically decided she needed the Brexit bus amount plus a whole lot more to maintain her palace (apparently it’s ours, but we’re never allowed in, unless we pay for a very low amount of access to ‘our’ picture collection)  The other ‘reason’ they stated to detain me was because I’d accumulated too much stuff, in my small 2 bedroom cottage, try getting all your stuff your majesty in the space I have.  It is extremely difficult to talk about this, it does generate fear in me, but in order to make me feel free to talk a French Passport would be good, a Diplomatic one would ensure that this could never happen again to me.  This would allow me to be free to talk, as this prison of secrecy is very painful, because if I say where I went people might think badly of me, probably intentional, they may have seen me as a better person, competition, a threat – not that I would ever do that, those who guillotined got guillotined themselves, and anyway there is the commandment Thou shalt not kill, murder is anyway bad, and who would want to go to hell after this life or before. But because of judgements of others and the fact that they have tried to put me through it again I am threatened without protection.  If they know I am backed by strength they cannot argue with their bullying will cease firing.  So I do feel a very real frisson of risk writing to you in this way, because am far too aware of the consequences of trying to write positively, for reform or an organisation, to help it survive, because that was my agenda, and it all flew back into my face, so I am facing up to a lot, hoping for a positive knock at the door not a nasty one reminiscent of the Nazis.  Part of my reason to fight for Brexit was to eliminate all the potential people who would be after a job I needed to get back into life, I was fighting for my own survival.  It was war in reality.  Britain is the new Germany of the 1930s, suffering too much unequal depression and poverty is really that serious.  This would have been the Third World War The Royal Family would have started, using me as the pawn.  The first one Edward VII started as they didn’t play well, they cruelly excluded the disabled Kaiser from family gatherings in Denmark, this was before Lego which means play well.  He, Edward, did not play well with him, Wilhelm, at Cowes, when nephew Wilhelm won once he showed off to his Uncle who floored him with a punch.  The Kaiser kept trying to impress his Uncle by building up his Navy, eventually he wanted to emulate him and get and fight for an Empire of his own.  Sexism also plays a part here as if the elder, more studious sister Victoria had inherited then the situation would not have arisen.  WWI led to WWII in Versailles, designed to continue to wind up the Germans, this had the economic disabling effect on the whole world, allowing Hitler to rise, and although he had positive innovations his anger over-rode all of those to destruction, Edward VIII’s acquaintance with him, they are always self-interested [and fake Victoria who brought in Haemophilia whilst Porphyria magically disappeared] and the constant Cenotaph mourning belies their guilt in the mass genocide.  Really a Republican Europe is the only way forward.  The little people are far more peaceful, and they know they need each other.  Taking such a vast sum is similar to the excesses and arrogance and ignorance of the court of Louis and Marie Antoinette.  That was their death.

What I did learn from watching the filmed television series Versailles – which I loved as I liked to look at the King and a little less so his brother, The King was much more attractive in my opinion – was firstly, to look outwardly, to radiate the Sun is a good thing, but that the isolationism, where he had the whole court there, so they were increasingly detached from the populace, so they were not aware of the reality out there was a bad thing and led to long term downfall. And, secondly, as a personal lesson, and one I have seen throughout history, was that to marry into a house the lady has to travel abroad, that I accepted as natural, as natural as natural order in Shakespeare that has long proven to be actually accurate and correct.  That when I was trying to enter my local House that would never be, that wasn’t the way things were, I would have to go to foreign shores to find my Home.  Like the Palatine Princess.   This relationship thing is time immemorial stuff, reliable, long term, in terms of International Relations it works every time, et Voilà le deal is done!

Everybody from around the World watched the Paralympics, Where Coldplay played Princess of China, inspired by my experience, I really glared at the Queen on the opposite side of the stadium from me when the words “you really hurt me, yes you really hurt me” were sung, every time they were sung.  They decided creepy crawly to call it the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park (she’d not done any running or had run it!) I would have thought The Great British Olympic Park would have been more fitting for those who had achieved.  She even divided the united winners up afterwards with ‘honours’ that meant some won her favour and others who would have been above them in the earned Bronze, Silver and Gold ranks where now placed below, bitter and twisted.

A lot is lost in translation and from historic land research I found out that our term mortgage meant, even though the banks expected us to pay it back in our lifetimes, it was payable only at death, that they should have given us all a vifgage for our properties, though really if we do not own it before we are born, and not when we die, who is to order?  Land ‘ownership’ matters in that all our land held in common was taken from us via foul means, not fair.  ‘Private Keep Out’ signs are across the country.  And it is these greedy acquisitive landlords, and their ancestors who gain the most from the subsidy system, so it is the poor paying for the rich, which is why they are angry, again there is this distance, they do not want to employ locals because they do not want to befriend people they might have to meet again.  Diversity in this industry is nearly non-existent, it needs radical reform.  I do have ideas.

I have had ideas to make fishing sustainable too since the end of the last century.  How long do I have to wait to bring them into fruition?

I do have loads of other ideas, I’m certainly not a Poor Clare in that aspect, though in others I am, so in coming to France I will need to fully trust you, I feel I do, so am willing to take that risk, I have nothing left to lose, the will of the Divine to make me cross those waters without looking back, looking forward in hope,…

: – ) Looking at photos of you, both on the day in Biarritz when you were on the water and in your portrait with the open doors to the outdoors, I am massively impressed.  I started with love of your face and what you did and said, then I started visually exploring, a bit at a time or it would all be a bit too much to take in all at once.  It was also a treat after writing most of this text.  You are slim and solid all at the same time, your upper legs like tree trunks with an additional branch starting to grow, some trees with the main trunk and their two branching trunks look feminine at the join, obviously you do not, your legs trim to decent twigs with long large leaves.  It’s like you are nature in a headstand, with your head as the main root holding it firmly in, your arms, some parts bumps overground, thrusting well into the earth with your long fingers, like ETs going ouch and phone home, really getting to grips with it.

When I was working at Amazon within recent weeks and I was thinking of you my hair stood up on end all over my body, I was smiling within and subtly on the surface, then all the fire alarms went off, the security and senior staff were surprised, and all the flashing red lights of love came on, that was nice, I said “Thank you Mum”.  My Mother also quoted a phrase to me to ‘lie back and think of England’ it’s based around the fact that men had to go to war to do their bit for their country and having sex was the female sacrificial equivalent, equally painful, I don’t know, but when I had to leave my church due to unsuitable suitors being weak, bullying and ruining a woman’s reputation I tweeted to the Pope that – female priests – at least they knew the colour of blood.  The wine in the church I had just left was white wine, taking the piss, and in the cathedral of my diocese it is cassis, I do not remember blackcurrants in the Bible, correct me if I am wrong, I do however remember Jesus saying that the wine he was offering up was his blood, so it would be red wine.  The Pope liked that tweet until some male said I was a troll and then he unliked it.  I did then bleed for a month, thinking rationally, because that is always my first approach, thought first I had the menopause, and worried about that as I hadn’t had any children, then cancer, and worried about leaving Trixie alone.  I eventually booked in for a scan at the hospital, which they couldn’t complete because my hymen was shut tight.  I would need an operation, preferably under a general anaesthetic, to open that up, I reckon, I have no idea if hormones would open it up.  Once I did all that God must have known I was so worried and stopped the bleeding, my normal cycle returned, so it was a divine miraculous response from God, as I had been taken off Communion duty, so I would become the cup.  You can safely say I am a virgin.

I am very lonely without Trixie, I cannot bear to walk anywhere anymore without her.  Walks where we used to go are in memoriam, living in death, I’d rather live with life, and be positive, and walk in places new, she got bored when we went to the same place too many times and was really excited when we went somewhere completely new.  She used to walk me, I was happy with that, I think she thinks I’d love to do to walks where you are.  Pastures new.  She was a sheepdog, I was her sheep, she saw little ones like lambs and men as shepherds.  You can find good places to go.  You have after been successful in Finding Nemo.

One thing I did learn from Canon Kenneth Noakes at St. Peter’s was that the words Patronise and Condescend were really good words.  Con-descend being that God came down to be with us.  Patronise to be like a Father.

Really what I am saying, after a lot of skirting round as we are prone to do, when feeling nervously excited, and slightly scared that the answer may not end up to be the one we want, the one we’d dreamt about, that it would be out not in, that to put it diplomatically. Please excusez ma Anglaise when I say that I want to Fuck Brexit with you.  I could not do this alone and nor could you or anyone.  You are the one who can can.  This has to be done together to do the trick.  Fucking Brexit with you would be Bloody Lovely!

lots of love,

Clare

Post Script

There is repetition in the above text but I have decided to keep this is as each occurrence is like seeing from one eye then the other, a stereo of slightly different information so it can be seen in 3D.  I may have missed out some things I meant to say and had in mind when I was forming this communication, but have forgotten them which I will regret later and wished I had said.  In order to not trouble myself to actually get this sent out to you I am sending it as it is now, which I currently regard as complete, if I have made omissions you will receive further communications from me of indeterminate length, but probably shorter than this one.  If you have any questions, or many questions please e-mail them to me at clareeakingston@hotmail.co.uk I will answer them, some may well take longer than others, and I will answer each when an answer for each is ready, which may not be in the order which you sent them, I’ll let my spirit flow and my mind ponder properly prior to a response.  I may read back subsequently what I have sent and feel I need to edit or amend my text, I will send you what I may then view as corrections.  I have a lot of information you probably would be interested in which I e-mailed to Jeff Bezos at Amazon, it does not flow with this text well, I would like you to see it for the additional facts and ideas within in.  It is not perfect.  I am not perfect.  Someone can help me tidy up my mess within, without love or to do it for someone else there is no point,  and I can symbiotically sort out the mess that is in current affairs currently, with your help, enabling ensemble.

P.P.S.

I am going to see Robbie Williams’ Under the Radar at the Roundhouse, London on Monday 7^th – for timetable arrangements, so you know – he released Take The Crown, in response to what the Royal Family did to me in 2010

P.P.P.S.

There is always more to say, more to share, I have a lot more I want to say, a lot of work I want to do, for you and for others too.

P.P.P.P.S.

I thought it would be better to post this script when I knew I was fully available to decided after overnight additions 3/4^th October that I would ponder just in case other stuff I needed to add arrived in my brain and so I could go and react a.s.a.p. after this is read and responded to.  I have this weekend looked around my place and planned packing, I’ll be bringing my chest freezer my Aunt and Uncle gave me, it is from Sweden, still works well and is as old as me, as long as there is room for all my stuff.