This From Last Year

If anyone's seen Mr Pitters from downstairs chopping up the netting I've put up to divide our premises I might appreciate some corroboratory report. There's no doubt always a fair bit that could be said about such situations in that neighbours don't always get on and there's no point in worrying unduly about it.

He seems to have misunderstood something I have said and in respect of that simple fact I tend to point to the fact that it is a very busy neighbourhood and it is easy to make mistakes in evaluating the conversation of various householders. I do have some good reason to think I have been the centre of some hostile intrigues, very broadly speaking in relation to the fact that not counting the present MP who may claim to know me as the result of having briefly greeted me in Alexandra Road just before his election, I have personally known two of the previous three insofar as I have not encountered Chris Mole face to face, and of late it is increasingly clear that some very contradictory stories have been related about me.

Anyhow the point is that he has to enter my garden section of the Property to top us his Gas Meter with a card which in itself is a bit odd for someone who drives a Porsche (even a cheap one) and I'm heartily sick of finding the net ripped off its few points of attachements flapping about in the wind and timber scattered over the grass. He might not mean anything by it but he has made some very puzzling remarks after first appearing fairly genial shall we say during the course of my assisting with the a little tailoring of fitments on the Property to his personal requirement. About a year or more ago now he suddenly and angrily one day demanded that I do not speak to him which I was happy enough to oblige with and is why I have been seen conscientously attending the exterior floral decorations in such a circumspect manner this year.

Of course there are always conflicting points of view in any neighbourhood and I feel the need for tolerance of the rights and beliefs of others is of especial importance in Alexandra where there are a significant number of members of minority communities. The remark that the 20 yr wait for a Prosecution in the Stephen Lawrence Affair as well as other odd rumours about official spying on the Lawrence family might plausibly be explained by some suspicion that the Lawrence family were themselves perhaps acquainted with a suspect or suspects with connections to Ipswich for an unsolved murder may unfortunately have occurred to many besides me: though I think if this was real that it was at first limited to suspicions on the part of a very small number of people. Whilst I don't disagree that individual members of minority communities are as individuals often unfairly targeted for Police attention I nevertheless don't think it an entirely outlandish idea: the remark that the demolition of Ipswich's local Caribbean Club at the same time as the Murder of Stephen finally resulted in Criminal Convictions was meaningfully coincident, is perhaps not so obvious.

This does remain conjectural hearsay but it does happen to be another coincidence that I suppose I look a bit like some sort of putative Neighbourhood Security Guard or something like that, and it is another odd coincidence that at more or less the exact same time as Mr Pitters conceived some dislike of myself I happened to be trying to extract some conversation from a certain Floridian when George Zimmerman shot and killed Trayvon Martin.

He may not mean anything much by his actions but I have had to piece together a ripped netting garden divide three times in the last three weeks and it's freaking me out. I don't see that he can't either walk round or tie the netting up properly when he's topped up his Gas if he has to use a card: I'd do it for him but of course he doesn't want to speak to me ....

Perhaps someone might care to volunteer to assist him with this task.

It is true that examination of the suggestion that someone or other has been surreptitiously loading a certain amount of arguably toxic material into my conversation does tend to comen up positive here and there but there is not for example any particular reason for someone from out of town to be so interested in what is the fact of my own conversation.

For example perhaps the oldest friend or acquaintance from Ipswich among my generation is someone called (I'd better use a similar sounding pseudonym) Gerry Morecambe who was and I suppose is a very opposite sort of character and was in my year at Copleston Secondary School nearby happens to have been torched with a certain amount of petrol by a pair of Jamaican twins who briefly joined Copleston in the latter seventies. There are some interesting allegations about what was going on behind this at the time and he now seems to have noted that, shall we say the Euromaniac ambitions of certain German refugees might lie behind this vehement reactions to verbage that may not have been particularly serious in terms of real hostility on his part at the age of scarcely fourteen.

What is of noting quite recently that Morecambe has arguably been the source of perhaps several complaints over some decades that I've never thought about or taken seriously because I've known I wasn't culpable and have assumed that this had been realised to have been the case: someone had said I was being loud one night at a County Council damce when I was an Archives Clerk briefly in the latter eighties which I never understood at all and whilst there are several points in between then and the fact of the Manager of the Bookmakers above my last address at Nacton Road perhaps having found some toxic conversation superficially attributable to me, I think it highly possible that he may have had some strange motivation for associating me with the question of preferment from on high in some respect, and whilst being largely well intentioned toward me to have sown certain misunderstandings here and there without my being aware of it. At a more mundane level it could probably fairly be said that he had in Schooldays made the observation that I was a bit unsettled and lonely in my existence and got a bit carried away with trying to chat females up for me in later years.

I have sought to query this with him and it seems some response may be in due course forthcoming.

The point is perhaps that there are a number of fairly unpleasant situations that have evolved from the fact of my Father's death rather than anything like the sort of closure I needed and expected let alone any chance to make some fresh beginning of sorts which was long overdue. Much as some may have reason to portray matters otherwise and attendant legal circumstances necessitate that I do seek a wider audience for my version of events, it isn't by its very nature something that one tends to talk to relative strangers about.

I had never before conceived of such a motive for anyone to practise upon me, let alone anyone who was someone rather than no-one, of course if that's true then I have been subjected to all kinds of lies and flattery that I had never had any reason to look for or think of in any way.

He got a bit carried away with his verbage when he accosted me on Jan 12th.

My thanks to those witnessing ..............

My Garden was again vandalised and a bed under storage cover tipped over my Car