28/03/2019
A brief update arrives.
Following on from thoughts that emerged again a few days ago I am seeing my autobiography to be split into three and with variations or exact representations of the following, for each respective volume:
Of the Rabbit
As the Rabbit Crawls
The Rabbit's Castle
The autobiographies and The Expansive diaries
Once done, in a sense, noting the ever growing TED, I shall make sure all offline files are updated too.
The Expansive Diaries
01/09/2018
I rang again the DWP only to realise, after going through multiple levels of their voice recorded stalling tactics, that their operators are busy due to no-one working the lines on weekends with the recorded voice reminding me of a Monday-Friday set up. I am not sure if I shall be able to be registered at a new GP before Monday so once telling them of my new address I shall have to ring again to update. Oh the joy. I have though wrote a Birmingham based DWP office's address onto an envelope and shall either pen a letter again about the address change, if not using an existing one I wrote digitally or I shall instead ring, if I can get through, tell them of the changes and maybe use the letter for updating on the change of GP address. My anxiety was building quite easily this morning as I prepared myself for a stranger's voice to appear to me and with unknown motive but I made myself ready for nothing, it seemed.
No word from Katie yet about whether or not she can meet up. I would like to suggest to her that I would be willing to see if I can come to Surrey for some of the filming, if that helps her out. I just need to understand a few things first, such as what form of travel would be appropriate. A train is not wise given my still delicate self and given my familiarity with coaches and two coach stations it would be wise and additionally cheaper to take an early coach. I am starting again to feel the daunting breath of the anxiety Dragon bearing down upon me as I consider simply going outside for a walk- yet it was only yesterday that I managed such a walk, even to Asda once I felt more ready. It sometimes works like this. Sometimes we are out and about so much so and yet rather than becoming more comfortable with the outside world we become more exhausted and ever closer to returning to a state of being overwhelmed. Usually it is fear that pushes me forward but right now anxiety in this moment is an exception to the rule for it seems to cripple without creating the resurgence from fear effect.
My cucumber is lasting quite well. Particularly pleasing seeing as how Asda's cucumber man robbed me of another one I purchased the other day. We will ride boldly together: Arthur, Lancelot and I, to avenge every lost cucumber trampled underfoot by this tyrannical government. We all are just cucumbers sitting in a fridge to them. No use, no purpose, no emotion and dream. Raised for the enjoyment of others and not allowed to forge our own path. The stain of the innocence of adulthood or the malfeased approach to betterment? Interestingly I was watching The Good Life yesterday on Youtube. A programme about two individuals seeking to remove themselves from the system they perceive to be holding themselves back and finally achieve something of freedom. My downstairs roommate is having the same dream and plans to retire to the Philippines with his wife come December. I wish him well. For I, the battle is the enjoyment, for it is all that is left to us. I can not do what I wish far, far beyond words, to revive the dead, undo all people's struggles, loneliness, misery, reverse all miscarriages of justice, I can not do that. I believed otherwise, so fiercely. And I suppose there must be a portion of me that still deludes myself into believing one battle shall somehow gift me with such skill. But what is left for us but battle? All we can do now is fight hard to make sure another does suffer and so I plough on with my projects in memory of Alice, my attempts to reform both politics and democracy, my attempts to start a cooking awakening revolution, my attempts to reform school and the National Curriculum, find time for my writing and filming projects, dream of somehow getting to see Friends among all of this- there is no diary that is my diary. I keep creating such here and there but they never last long.
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02/09/2018
September: oh where did you come from? What wings of great speed brought you upon us so swiftly? The time just changed to 9:58AM. I am tired, worn, exhausted and stressed. The heat made sleep even more difficult but without stress the heat alone would have not been enough to prevent a good sleep. Also I did get to bed quite late. I spent most of yesterday stressing over how to deal with Leyanna's abuse, how the words of a bully never leave you even when you move to another part of the city and I also spent considerable time stressing over not being able to inform DWP of my address change. This morning both items have swum into view, as they did during my tossing and turning through the night and earlier stages of today's morning that is now upon us. Tomorrow lines shall open again and I suppose I shall be anxiously waiting for someone to answer and maybe get the third degree about supposedly not bothering to contact them earlier. I actually did quite soon after moving in but could not get through. I am so hungry. I ate quite well, yesterday, I thought. I think sleep is playing havoc with hunger signs. I was up quite late playing Pokemon Ultra Moon in order to try and counter the stress and anxiety building. Nights are always difficult even on weekdays. Phone lines I was thinking this morning in greater detail about how let down I felt by both West Midlands Police and Crimestoppers. When someone informs you of dangerous activity and individuals and especially when the victim is vulnerable you need to be given more direct access to help and support. This can be achieved without breaking anonymity, I am certain. I still do not understand how Leyanna knew I reported them but I am certain that was why her campaign of terror started. My only idea is that WMP conducted some sort of surveillance, the overheard helicopter heard, for instance and their paranoia led them to incidentally correctly determine that I was responsible.
I was just thinking about how Alice would know just what to say and do. I tried to internally emulate her wisdom, for she did gift us all with it after all. But it is not the same, not even close to a poor substitution for her presence we so terribly miss. Her confident voice alone would reassure me and she would look at me with those beautiful eyes and tell me everything will be alright. She would tell me to keep faith. But how, Alice? How can I keep faith in anything and anyone when one of the lives I came to love the deepest and most profoundly is no longer with us? How can I have faith without you who helped me learn to have faith again, you whom encouraged me to want to live, to want to escape hospital and build a new life for myself? We never had much opportunity to discuss my life and still to this day most of my abuses suffered remain private despite vowing to be braver at seeking justice. But as you spoke to the quiet Child you were speaking to a recent victim of abuse waged by people in horribly powerful positions. You were a hero whom loved me and did the impossible by making me forget about my distrust for most Humans and falling in love with all of you.
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This is some of the work undertaken 16/9/2018
KA
blurb
Where
darkest arrow flies fastest, where heaviest burden holds supreme,
where Godless land sits nearest reach; where is next hope?
In
the King's lap
King
Arthur: Rivers of friendship is a take on the infamous Arthurian
legend which focuses on the master friendship forged between king and
knight, king and queen and queen and knight. Through this tale I
illustrate what the friendship meant to the first kingdom, the
kingdom of their hearts. My belief is that this component has always
naturally been a highlight of at least semi-modern day Arthurian
works. I have overjoyed to have now finished my own King Arthur
treatment and offer this edition to the public, should you feel
wanting to investigate my take.
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My
parents were strictly against the idea of putting sugar into tea
My
parents were always anti-Labour and pro Conservative (Exception aside
with my Mother for Margaret Thatcher, in the beginning, later
spreading, apparently, to my Father also.)
On
the other hand...
My
Mother has had a disdain of sorts for school for quite a while, born
seemingly from both her bad experiences and from pride in wanting to
take full control of her Children's lives
I
feel myself a failure and yet I have been an influence for good. It
was me who brought Eevee into our lives by mentioning the local
petshop one day, saying I noticed Rabbits available while on my way
back from college. I probably made up the price and of course was
simply wanting to start the conversation rather than having happened
to notice that day and no other. Seemingly before long everybody was
talking about Rabbits and pondering where one would live, if one was
purchased and then the next thing I recall we are driving to said
shop to purchase one. We had pretty much decided the names
beforehand: Eevee, suggested by me and perhaps also by Ben. Taylor,
may have been me and my Sister. And Marie, perhaps my Sister or my
Mother or both. Eevee Taylor Marie had been conceived -now to find
the Rabbit whom the names would be assigned to (It may have been once
home that the second and/or third name were finalised rather than
beforehand.). And there, to the left of the petshop, was this young
looking thing whom instantly screamed "Eevee." His adorable
head was attached to a small body
I
went over to him and pointed him out to the others. I think my Father
had spotted him the same time or even sooner before I. There was a
quick display where the male owner informed us he was a she (Now
you know the wonderful beginnings of Eevee's gender chronicles./saga)
with his young female assistant disputing, saying sometihng like
"Look, that comes out."
Despite
my Mother still to
this day in denial,
Eevee clearly turned out to be male.
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Are you diseased
and deranged? And why is an opinon from us, related to protecitng
ourseles form great harm, "snowflaking" but your opinion,
coming from insecurity and fear, allowed to reign supreme and be
known as the mark of a sane?
You
ask me to be proud of my country; which part? The inability to except
the horror of world war two and continued glamorisation of both pride
and war? The fact that in your beligerent deriding of people's
opinions you simultenously, from the same mouth and speaker no less,
that this is the country where all are welcome and appreciated? All
but snowflakes and sufferers, correct? Which ingredient of Britain
would you have me try to stomach? A legacy of war and conquest?
As
Elim Garak admitted when faced with the destruction, as tragic as
Cardassian's end was, the cost of his return home and the ending of
the Dominion war and tragic that would always remain, one can not
dare feign surprise at the Bird called home for returning so.
Cardassia brought ruin upon itself, a conquerer always ends up
conquered for the effort of sustaining an occupation is always vastly
underestimated and far too much for one person and one person it is
whom wants such, no follower will ujnderstand the same, pursuesmae,
new generations born wanitngjust peaceul life and reovlution is sown
before you see it. Our next war shall come from within and during the
social distance years SDY Britain shall collapse further, for we
asked it to. We conequered outside, anyone whom spoke and did not
trade. We even tried to conquer our allies within the European Union,
barring teeth at everyone but the US. Today we now conquer each
other, ruthlessy hypocritically forsaking the values brave people
yesterday died for and today's brave live for under the umbrella and
false flag of protecting them: "snowflakes must be exterminated
in the name of protecting free speech and expression; firearms must
become the right of British citizens in order to protect us from
violent extremists; the internet must remain free and neutral even if
it is in the hands of an extremist whom has seized control and
influence."
It
is not me you have to convince of your nonsense but yourself.
If
freedom is so free and in pursuit, how many snowflakes does it take
to gain freedom and how many is it wrong to persecute for simply
exercising the value you claim to seek to protect?
If
we are in need of protection from extremists, how much thought has
given to defending with defensive measures versus legalising
antagonistical weapons? How many people must we shoot to protect
someone from being shot? How can you justify deciding whom is allowed
to purchase a gun versus the immensely safer question of deciding
whom is allowed to purchase non-projectile military guard armour?
If
the internet's value of supremacy lies in its freedom, how could it
be traitorous to fight to gain control of it from the dark
influencers whom hold it today? If truly the good are taking up the
challenge, then once Bird captured it shall be released back into the
wild- safer than where it is today, imprisoned and caged. Like the
sense of decency Britons once had in abundance.
Is
Human fear really indefeatable? Must every creature turn hideous when
confronted with pain? The beloved Rabbit turns and flees, seemingly
without a second glance. But no, it is not so.
I
have experienced horrible tragedy and have not harmed another in
attempt to cope with my pain; this is repeated among others I know.
Then the strangers, stories of risking life to protect family and
Friends. And the Rabbit? Visit Youtube and the creature of anxiety
will be seen attacking wild snakes in defense of Rabbit cubs.
Rabbits,
supposedly less intelligent than us, are capable of possessing
multi-planned thinking, putting the lives of others before themself.
This is a remarkable gift of life. Why can not every creature do
that? Why are some of you so hideous? Why do people like Leanna and
Simon exist, trying to imprison an innocent person? I used to delve
into psychology constantly in order to assess the details and gaze at
the psychological realm's sky in order that I may see an arriving
star with answers deposited aboard its being. Then philosophy arrived
again in strength and the line between the two a little blurred
sometimes. Today both are still the key to thought. Yet I sense
something... a third matter being created. What shape or form it is
taking, I am not yet sure. But this September of 2018 I sensed it
emerging. Perhaps having again worn out tirelessly politics general
and political ideas and plans within my head hope of effecting change
politically disappeared, slinking away ashamed but not before parting
its energy to this new Child it sensed being born, like a character
in Dragon Ball passing energy onto the one now recognised to replace
them and fight the fight they could not. I have no name for it yet, I
barely know that it exists. But I do sense it. Something new is
emerging inside of me. Something carrying a little optimism but a
fusion of so many old and historical expressions. Something that is
neither the study of philosophy, psychology nor politics as currently
known. A fourth pillar. Rupert would be amused. Although there always
was philanthropy but by strict nature that should be included within
philosophy. Philanthropy makes sense as a separate inclusion where
stressing Humanity's good or potential is concerned but it is alright
for the four P's to become the three P's when speaking of the fields
of reality (Perception would work as another one where speaking
differently.).
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we will get it, I know that. This land will be a conquered land
before long. Not by Muslims from afar nor Christians from near. But
by a new foe, too gallant and powerful to be held back by a weakened
hand fighting itself into oblivion. It will be the influence of China
that we failed to check for far too busy where we with inventing
problems to overshadow the real ones. When forced abortions are
commonplace in this land of Arthur's, will still you blame everyone
but yourself for the blood shed now by all?
I
do not consign my country nor my planet nor existence to this fate. I
do not. Why would I write, speak and express so much if not to try to
avert catastrophes and express the fears they bring? But you keep
ridiculing my view and telling me I am
You
can not see it but you have achieved great repression with your fear
of yourself. In the end, rights abused are rights lost. Although
first they shall come for us, secondly they shall come for you.
Thirdly they shall take every one.
Guardians
of truth and education
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get out the special scissors. The special pencil grips...the special
everything..." The fuss that was made for me, it was highly
uncomfortable an would have been even without the unwanted attention
and additional bullying from the school kids.
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Honestly. Is it no wonder we now live in "having a different
opinon or desperate need makes you a snowflake and my own opinion and
needs, although by logic makig me a snowflake as well, are more
important than yours, for I have cruelly decided so" world? The
makings were therea s a Child,furtherback too. The irritation at
having to prepare for indivudals, the shcok,even! Yes. Clearlyschool
teachers expected us to be already conformed. I speak of how Sunday
School tried to conform us and hav eus not question The Bible but
weekly school was very much the same. An agenda was established and
follow it e had to. No. I shall not. Nor shall any Child whom does
not wish to, I believe is right.
Oh
and I remember well the fake acceptance of some. One teacher I
remember, maybe in her sixties, was telling me about how she had a
left handed grandson of some sort but was trying to accept him, using
it to "console me," that it was "not my fault that I
was left handed." Hmm... Now where does that
sound familiar? Before actual acceptance there is this parade of
reduced discrimination that really is maybe just a disguised form and
not really lessened. I was reading today how today's Vietnam still
forces Children to write with their right hand and that such is the
conditioning that one Child wrote to their teacher, expressing thanks
for making sure she did not write with her left hand. And you think
the world is a safer placer.
According
to what I just read on Wikipedia: "In
studies in the United States and United Kingdom, it was found that
left-handed men earn more than right-handed men; about 5% more in the
UK. Conversely, left-handed women earn about 7.5% less than
right-handed women.
"
Well
what to do with that? Like
antinucnagoanwaere. Maybe the lef thanded people were ostracised and
thus broke out of the system, thus becoming self employed? Typically
a self employed person can earn more in a day than an employed person
can but in terms of actual higher income it is much more complicated.
And why does this extend to men only? Is it do
wothijobslotsinUSandKhaveforwomen/men?
How
were you finding your people studied?
Now
ask yourself, all left handed people: can you immediately, accurately
and honestly say that your choice was a burden innate or a burden
because people made it into one? Look back. I can only speak for
myself but I know that the scorn poured was scorn poured-innately I
was fine. A consistent barrage was against my handwriting, that it
was deme
Finally!
Of
course, when I remarked "who cares," well, you can imagine
the usual crap of a lecture I received about throwing my education
away (Hmm. Still waiting for that meteorite to fall on my head. Gosh,
I am so stupid away from school. Surrounded by the internet, a couple
of hundred books, a library, nature, my ideas and interesting people:
none of that could possibly compare to the education offered by an
educational regime that waters down reality until it fits onto a
piece of paper and only so you can correctly guess results in an
exam. I am such a thick person. My goodness. my blood boils-the
audacity to actulylclaim,the sheer, insounrutbelcheekofitall. Woe is
I... If only I had listened to school. where would I be now?
Frantically waiting at the job centre
each morning while life disappeared. Gee thank goodness school
destroys initiative! We all know how slow lif eis, we hace all the
time int he world to get things right. Let's not teach people to
resdicove rinittiave and support thm, let's just have business as
usual at job centre.).
Wait
a minute! Wait a minute!
High
turnout of Children attending public school...
High
turnout of Children immediately signing onto Job seeker's allowance.
No!
No. Do not be silly. Do not investigate. There could not possibly be
any correlation. Hang your head in shame. Silly. Steel yourself.
Perish the thought. Those whom leave school go on to immediately
receive the job of their choice and live happily ever after. That I
have never once signed onto Job Seeker's allowance and never once
relied on the state to create for me a job, is completely
coincidental. Completely. The Tories and past Labour governments
could not possibly
be supporting the very stain of unemployment they claim to be washing
away, by ensuring structured education remains irrelevant. What a
preposterous idea. Really, you do amuse me. Ha-ha.
Tea,
anyone? We have a lot to talk about.
16/9/2018
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In
each region, a handful of Pokémon stand apart as creatures of
heroic stories and wild adventures. See and collect these
astounding Pokémon of myth and legend with the expansion of
Pokémon TCG: Shining Legends! A trove of Pokémon treasures! This
sturdy metal case contains more than a dozen special Pokémon
goodies, including many not found anywhere else.
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An
average price for a pack of eleven Pokemon cards is now between three
pound and three pound fifty. Some will offer a higher price and
particularly during the early launch of a new set but you can avoid
these prices with not too much trouble. Chaos cards, MagicMadhouse,
certain Ebay and Amazon
sellers and certain other online retailers as well as old school
stores, such as Argos, will give you average and sometimes greater
than average prices.
Ordering
from a wholesaler nets you two immediate things:
-"Guaranteed"
authenticity of product
-Discounts
In
the trading card world authenticity is everything and I have noticed
that it has been the apparent strategy of unscrupulous scammers on
both Ebay and Amazon to target parents, among others, with the view
that parents will be swayed by their ridiculously low prices attached
to their counterfit products and the assumption that parents lack the
ability to discern fake from genuine.
This
test can sometimes be tried with other products
Counterfit
cards are
As
for pre purchase
advice: If someone is attempting to sell a packet of Pokemon cards
Magic the Gathering, sometimes. Popeye, yes. Pokemon, almost never. I
can not say that it shall never happen and you should be on the look
out for a good deal but in general you really will be scammed.
Why
does it matter?
Pathetically
and mind numbingly the scammers are trying to put themselves out of
business.
The
scammers do not design
new cards. Not these kind. They rely on Nintendo, Game Freak et al to
continue designing, promoting, distributing and selling their cards
yet attempt to piggyback and even take over their success, increasing
or risking increase of prices
Game
Freak artists created these Pokemon, they gave them life. And artists
then transform their existence to the trading card world in
collaboration with all concerned parties.
These
people, whether doing it for passion or for money or both, should not
be robbed. Promoting and distributing these cards is fraud. It is
wrong. People do get hurt. And I am not a fool. One of the people I
look at most sternly, once again, are the heads that make up
Nintendo, whom are too busy chasing individuals with well meaning one
person operations while the whole of Ebay is flooded with counterfit
goods that have convinced parents that these are both the actual
prices the product retails at and are
the actual products. Show some respect to your staff, Nintendo. For
too long you have been protected by the cushion effect produced by
your unending association with loveable brands such as Mario and
Pokemon. People are waking up
and the rowsing groan is one of terrible discontent. You have pushed,
even bullied and at times illegally
and immoraly outmaunuvered.
And let us carefully reference, not knowing the full details, that
you may indeed have betrayed Wizards of the Coast, reneging on a
promise. Wizards was sold to be the "poor bastard that did
wrong." Well, we do not know the truth of that saga.
Your actions are wrong,
misguided, ill tempered and far, far out of line. You own and co own
some of the most beautiful and mesmerising brands this world sees
today. Your office is one of the ugliest and disordered known and
frankly a disgrace to the video game industry. People talk about
SEGA, well, they had their
swan song and flew to never properly be seen again. I hope these
words rile you into action but I do doubt it. Your whole history is
determined by aggressive dominance and disrespect. May I remind you:
Pokemon is not yours. You are co owners. And if people ask enough for
Game Freak to become sole owners and your relationship with Game
Freak strenuous enough you may find yourself losing Pokemon
altogether. No Human is an island. No work/projection of yours
immutable. You would have been wrong to suggest so yesterday and
today, in the world of Brexit -which I did not ask for- and Donald
Trump -whom I despise tirelessly- you would be a fool for thinking
it could not happen.
Nintendo
as a company is isolationist, out of touch, slow, disorganised and
deep rooted in heirarchal posturing. It would be a sad day to see the
collapse of Nintendo yet such a fall would also see a liberation of
sorts. Game Freak, without a single doubt in my mind, would
immediately survive the aftermath. IPs would eventually, some if not
all, be revived after licensing sorted and
somesatyitisJapanes,somesatythoswhosaysoareracist,
cultruehtitsstatic,beenwatofrsmitmmybe buteithernotexcuse,
weallaehumasncaswaybetweengoodbadlearning,
There
are those whom would tell me it is not my place. Ridiculous
balderwash. Nintendo are trying to sell me Pokemon. I love Pokemon. I
just wish I did not have to buy it from Nintendo.
Igveup,offeredfreesursentemialtoebaymeanttobutcantaccept-ugooptionscoutnerinotwork,
atndtrysenidngtorebymessgeneverepelyinreutn..
givebenfitdoubntotknofake,thy say notihng.
This
is all fake on Nintendo's part. A poor guy gets thrreanre dwith court
the mainfocus ebingththeislosintNintenod mone ybutt hy
wontodantinhgaobitppl floodin and reducing perceive value quantiy
(Andknckonoffecofseller,s
tifnfindiffifuctsellrealprodcuraartrealprexpctedpricesbydistrubtors.)
with counterfit goods? No. Please do not try to tell me thatmyou cna
condone Nintnedo. I am open minded but hearing
wharveuhsavsay,idstrugglseeit. It is pure hypocrisy. If you want to
sue that man, sue him for moral reasons, albeit not really rodat
socurts about, ssadly. but donot dres it up. NO
man,orgnaisng a party, caused you any loss of orofit (The more you
write it the more riiduclsoth convers assertsion sounds as well as
funnier,
notmenitonotdirectlycompetingwithnintinedoatao,andpplclearitunoffoice.)
thmeepdokemorpducts etc and secondy, waitforit, whielJapan
mybdifinflaws, there is no crime
agianmoralisbttemromralissuetkaeupthm,ininnintneodimwaslegal- to
selling goods! You do not have to be a licensed distriubtor. Now,
Pokemon themed party? Well, acutall,y I believ,e with nottoo much
meandeirngn I can think foconincebleways of orgnaisingone and being
immune to alllawsuit,s
butotmebeaboutmmorality,whrthetinkheigh,ttakeonymoneyawayornot,
allwoedresellvideogamesetc,howelsewgthcpeargmseethyknow,
intineddisporblblyrtingtoclampdonwontthimsure, butcurrntlyisdone
someodtryrecentcasesofar it sicmpboe
therarcasesbeamnuuffucutonamatoldmeinotallwoslelhisitmesithohutellingihmiwdpsutedisresearchthoguhtjustleavehosifornow,
notsureiendupreplytohimmyforgotten.
amaznneverdidsortoutaccoutnsayupdatecreditcard,disitllnoresposneuslesscustomerservice,
The
act of selling Pokemon goods is not illegal- it is dependent on
additional factors, presumably. now unnoffofcialproduc,s notsoclear.
We
say it again and again and again. This country and world is prepared
to profit from fraud for so long as it gets away with it. Ebay is
guilty of intentionally profiting from fraud. That is not an opinion,
that is a legal observance, having on multiple occassions informed
both they and Paypal and no evidence offered to dispute my claim and
no investigation administered, at least judging by the fact that
items remained available to be sold. Fraud is dirty when public but
when people are duped you find that nations and sadly even Nintendo
are all too happy to profit, self destructingly and immorally, from
fraud, just so long as no-one points it out. Watch tomorrow when the
chorus grows louder and suddenly Nintendo shouts: "My goodness!
Fraud on Ebay. We are determined to stamp this out and work with our
international parties. All reports are taken seriously." I shall
be beside the TV, hands poised apart to clap slowly with the heavy
sarcasm such an event deserves. "Well played."
I
would hope that I am wrong. I hope someone from Nintendo sees this
some day and pens me: "Dear Barry, ... We genuinely had no idea
of the level of fraud operating within Ebay UK... thank you for
bringing to light...unleashing new reporting tool..." But I feel
myself naive. I may be naive. But not that naive.
