On my perceived 'fitup' date, I don't mean how long I have been the victim of the blackmailed Battenburgs at the hands of my so called father, I believe that happened way back in 1970 when he (so called Father) suddenly became rich, as if he'd won the lottery (or pools as it was then) and I was only 9 years old. I mean when the SNP kept their side of the bargain with respect of the dirty deal my so called Father did with Swine(ee) after they (SNP) came to power in 2009. I have mostly assumed it was mid June when I noticed strange stuff happening at a UFO gig. However before that, when they had my partner in hospital and were playing god with her, I went to visit one day and the doctor said he was doing a 'procedure' and I had to wait outside. I sat in the empty waiting area (for that ward) and an old woman with what I presumed to be her grandson (about 10YO) sat across from me, then the boy came across and sat beside me and started shuffling up, really close. So I moved along but so did he, I got up and glared at the woman as if to say what the f*ck? then left. I naively thought she had something (personally) to do with my so called Father as it was Ninewells in Dundee (his stomping ground). Anyway I went to the main waiting area to get some coffee and the news was on the Radio saying that Andy Murray had just been beaten in the quarter finals of the French open, allowing me to pinpoint the exact date of that (very strange) incident.
