Loki

After he'd said “If you want it.”, I edged a little closer to him, perhaps with my right arm slightly outstretched, gesturing towards the pouch of tobacco. When I did this, he pointed to the other side of the room, and said quite angrily, "No, go buy some.". I looked to where he had pointed, and it was to a cigarette dispensing machine. I thought "fair enough", went over to the machine, put the required amount of money inside of it, and selected a pack of the pre-rolled Mayfair cigarettes. I probably selected the Mayfair brand of cigarettes, primarily because I may not have smoked them before that point, as I would normally smoke rolling tobacco. Perhaps the name Mayfair, which is also the name of a wealthy area of London, and the most expensive square on the board game Monopoly (if it's the London version), suggested to me that they were a relatively good quality cigarette. Also, perhaps I made the choice of choosing the Mayfair brand of cigarettes because of a linguistic/word association I made in my mind. In my home town of Hastings, there is a fairly well-known May Day bank holiday celebration, which includes festivities, and can be described as a type of fair (a noun meaning a gathering of people for entertainment etc). Why am I discussing this? Well, because when I went over to the bar with my pack of Mayfair cigarettes, one of the two scruffy old men to my right said, in slightly hush-hush and whispering but audible tones, "Look, Mayfair.". I definitely detected some sarcasm when he said this, but also some sincerity, because all three of them (and the woman serving behind the bar, to make four of them), seemed to be quite superstitious to say the least. A bit later, one of the two scruffy men manages to sort of correctly guess my father's forename, by asking me "Are you Peter's son?". I decided not to reply to this individual, as I did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had correctly guessed the name of my father, mainly because I did not know who the "Peter" he was referring to actually was. I think it is possible that he was not actually trying to guess my father's name and only accidently had. The two scruffy men and the taller old man to my right, seemed to be more or less of the same generation as my father, and although "Peter" is still a very common name among all ages, it is probably an even more common name for men of my father's generation. Also, because of the superstitious vibes of these individuals and because of their generation, I presumed they would have been familiar with some interpretation of Christian beliefs. The figure of Saint Peter is important within Christianity, and was the first Bishop of Rome (Pope). I suspect he had initially assumed I had a religious upbringing, while at the same time he was trying to ascertain if I was not brought up as religious. I suspect that for this individual, he may have viewed the idea of someone being brought up as non-religious, as a slightly alien concept. Either way, I think he was actually referring to the figure of Saint Peter, not my father, when he said "Are you Peter's son?", as though that would mean something important to me, when it did not, and he did this in an attempt to instill a religious fear in me of him. Furthermore, the individual who took my payment in the kebab shop, the one to whom I had told my name, I saw a bit later, very briefly in the Norkie, just before I was about to leave. I think he had been on the phone to one of the individuals I would meet in the Norkie, and therefore the individuals in the Norkie had been told my name before I had arrived there. Sensibly presuming that the individual who said to me "Are you Peter's son?" already knew beforehand, that my name is Romilly, it is fair to assume he had done a word/linguistic association in his mind, something like: Romilly > Rome > Catholicism > Christianity > Saint Peter > Religion, and this was at least in part how he guessed my father's name.

"The reason they are intimidating, is because they all see things too clearly. It's all the same thing. It really is all the same thing. You must believe me when I tell you this again. It really is all the same thing."

Satirical comedy from Harry Enfield. The reason I am stating that it's satire, is so that you know, that I know, that it's satire. Do you really think I don't see you all gawping at me? Sinister. The arrogance displayed on your profile pictures is off the scale. You condescending cretins. Wow. You have no right to patronize anyone, and especially not me. What do you see on my profile that I don't see? At the time of writing I have 59 followers and I'm following 36 accounts. I have written content that discusses various topics. Do you see this or candidly taken videos of me down the years wanking (masturbating) to adult porn, and shared on an x. com (Twitter) account that's been created without my consent, which is supposed to be me but isn't? youtu.be/i_iPCMmoGMw?si…

Here is a true story, much of which took place on the 28th of December 2002, when I was 21 years old. I had been staying with my parents in Hastings for around five days, before I returned to Norwich by train, arriving in the evening. While walking from Norwich station to where I lived on Portland Street, I stopped at a pub (public house) called the Kimberly Arms. Inside the pub, a song by U2 was playing through the speaker system. I went over to the jukebox but it was switched off and it had an “out of order” sign on it, so I presume it was a CD playing on the speaker system which someone who worked there had put on to play. During a brief exchange of words with the woman serving behind the bar while I was ordering a drink, she said to someone else standing by the bar, but in reference to me, "He’s been with me my whole life.", which was said with sincerity, a trace of irony, and partly because of my dishevelled and youthful appearance. I left the pub and walked a short distance to where a friend from work was living, whose name was Paddy (or on his birth certificate Patrick, and yes, I guess there was something saintly about him, sure). Inside the house where Paddy was living with a housemate called Toby (which can be a shortening of the name Tobias), I sat on one of the two sofas in their living room, next to Toby who was playing a computer game on a games console. Toby was sitting to my right on the sofa by the window that looked out onto the street. Paddy was sitting on the other sofa in front of me to my left, which from a birdseye view, was at a right angle to the sofa I was sitting on and was against a wall which separated the living room from the hallway. Here’s some background information, I finished school with relatively good GCSEs, achieving the five A-C grades including Maths, English Literature and English Language required to progress to A Levels, which if I was to have attained, I would have been able to do a degree in something or other. Unfortunately, due to occasional severe anxiety and depression, I was not able to complete A Levels. After twice dropping out in the first year of A Levels, which are two-year courses, I managed to complete a year in two of the three A Levels I chose to take in my final attempt at them. This means I have two AS (Advanced Subsidiary) Levels (which is 40% of an A Level). In one of the exams I took in the English Literature AS Level, I achieved something like a B+ or an A grade, but I no longer have the certificate to know precisely: in this exam, I wrote an essay about the novel Snow Falling on Cedars (1994), by David Guterson. My overall grade in each of these two AS Levels was D, but the fact I had achieved a relatively high grade in one exam, meant that I retained some confidence in these regards. Anyway, I ended up in Norwich working for a chain of pizza restaurants as a kitchen porter. Why Norwich? Because a friend from my school years who was studying at the university there, invited me to take a room in a student house share. I accepted his invite because my life was stagnating in Hastings, and I needed a change of scenery. The weeks leading up to the 28th December 2002 were difficult at work. I had not booked time off for the Christmas period because I was of the belief I could have done this nearer the time, but I took the time off anyway without telling them, and they kept ringing me and I kept not answering their calls. Let's get back to the story. Paddy had kindly let me into the living room, and while sitting down, I looked at the computer games console on the floor and said something sarcastically like "What’s that thing?", to which Paddy replied sarcastically “It’s a floor heater.”. At some point while sitting on the sofa, Paddy said something to Toby along the lines of “Where did you leave it last? When was the last time you saw it, was it in the all-night garage, and what about the 200 cigarettes?”.

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My MOT certificate which covers this year and was done in late September 2025. The inspector's name is given as F. Israiel. It was done at Halfords in Worthing and the individual who handed me this certificate said the clutch on my car is a bit low, it is not on the certificate as it's only minor and nothing to worry about. The clutch on my car broke around three weeks ago. Luckily for me, I was stationary in my car at the time and on a quiet stretch of road. In mid to late September 2024, I discovered that one or more wheel nut on my car's wheels had not been tightened adequately after I had taken it to the branch of the company Quickfit in Worthing, to have tyres replaced on my car. The loose wheel nut/nuts were discovered when my car started to make a strange noise when slowing down while I was on my way to collect my mother from a hospital, following a successful open heart surgery operation she had just undergone. The AA mechanic could not find anything wrong with the car until I mentioned I had my back wheel tyres replaced around a week earlier. The mechanic tightened the wheel nuts and my car stopped making the noise. Unfortunately, the AA mechanic had already filled out his report before he tightened the wheel nuts, otherwise I would have relayed the information to Quickfit and requested a refund. I already had an MOT booked for the end of September (28th) 2024 after this happened and my car passed the inspection.

As soon as I had called the taxi, the woman serving behind the bar asked me "What number did you call?". I replied with “Six three three, three three six.”, because it was the number I had called, and to my reply, both she and the man sitting on the tall stool seemed slightly pleased, slightly worried, and as though it was a sign. However, I remember distinctly there were two other telephone numbers for taxis in Norwich, which could be interpreted significantly more so, as "signs of the Beast and the Devil", than the number I had called; and these numbers were 666333 and 333666. Close to when I was about to leave, I saw a group of teenagers in the pub, and said to them, “Does anyone fancy a game of pool?”, to which one of the teenagers replied, “No thanks.". Thinking about it now, they weren’t all wearing black tracksuits as many teenagers and young people often do today, but possibly still quite dark colours, mixtures of black, greys, blues, and bits of white, etc. The taller old white man, who had been sitting on the tall stool, left the pub a few minutes before I did. As I was leaving the pub, the two scruffy men were discussing a part of the myth of Romulus and Remus, as I heard one of them say to the other, something like, "They were two brothers who founded Rome, and one killed the other.". I got in the taxi I had ordered and was safely driven home. For clarity, the song "Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me)" (1975), in the above story, was not one of the songs I selected on the jukebox. The songs I selected came on afterwards. I remember now that only four of the five songs I selected got to play, as the jukebox was switched off, just before my final selection was about to come on. The last song I selected, the one which didn't come on, was definitely "A Spaceman Came Travelling" (1975), by Chris de Burgh. I remember only four of the five songs I selected on the jukebox, and these were "Teardrop" (1998) by Massive Attack, "Road to Nowhere" (1985) by Talking Heads, "Little by Little" (2002) by Oasis, and "A Spaceman Came Travelling" (1975), by Chris de Burgh. Furthermore, I am 99.9% sure that the three cans of fizzy drinks displayed on the top of the glass display refrigerator cabinet in the kebab shop, were a can of Coca-Cola, a can of Diet Coke, and a can of 7up. I think the main reason I chose the can of 7up in this story, is because of those three cans of fizzy drinks, it was the one that I understood did not contain caffeine.

Not to discount the above reasons as to how this individual guessed my father's forename, which are most likely the correct reasons. What is also plausible, albeit statistically unlikely (in terms of probability), and including the above reasons, is that this individual who asked me "Are you Peter's son?", could have met my father, however briefly, at some point down the years, which formed a part of how he guessed my father’s name. He could have retained a subconscious memory of my father and his forename, and subconsciously noticed a physical resemblance of my father in me. As a side note, the physical resemblance between my father and me is not particularly noticeable, unless you had been told we were father and son. At some point in the evening, while standing at the bar in the pub, one of the two scruffy men pointed to the skin on my hand and said something like "Look, he's a white man.", and I understood straight away what he had meant by that comment, but was not analysing it as I am now. He was implying that he may have been of the belief I was, in some ways, of the belief I was something like "Jesus Christ having just returned at the dawn of the new millennium.". He was also implying that he may have been of the belief that I was something like "Jesus Christ having just returned at the dawn of the new millennium.". He was in this instance aware that his comment would be interpreted in different ways by each individual present, and of some of the symbolism of the situation. I acknowledge that in my appearance on this night of being slightly dishevelled, including the stubble on my face, with it being within the Christmas period and at the turn of the new millennium, I was appearing a bit "Jesusy". I am around 6ft in height wearing shoes, and have a relatively slim and athletic physique. My hair is quite dark, it can appear blacker in low light, when it is wetter or when I have not used shampoo and only warm water for a few days to wash it. I am generally of North European appearance, but with traits I inherited from my mother, and especially in the summer when I tan quite easily, I look slightly Mediterranean while still looking North European. By the middle of winter, my tan has disappeared, and my white skin can appear very white. At some point while standing at the bar, and I was probably only in the pub for around 40 minutes maximum, the song “Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me)” from 1975, by Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel, began playing on the jukebox. During the song, I became overwhelmed with feelings of great sadness, tears streamed down my face, but I did not make much sound and kept quite still. I think it was a few minutes or so after I had finished crying, when one of the two scruffy men asked for my name, by saying “Aren’t you going to tell us your name?”. To this, I pointed back and forth to the taller man with the index finger on my right hand, and while doing this, I said something like, “Who were the two guys from Rome, what were their names, the two guys who founded Rome?”. I then put the palm of my right hand on the left shoulder of the taller man sitting to my right, and while doing this, I said something like, “This guy, he’s alright.". The two scruffy men seemed genuinely shocked when I did this, and one of them said something like, “Did you see that? He just touched the man.”. I phoned for a taxi at some point after this happened, using the coin operated landline telephone inside the pub (I must not have taken my Siemens mobile phone with me or I decided not to use it on this occasion).

Here is a true story that happened on the 29th of December 2002, when I was 21 years old. This was the night before I was sectioned under the Mental Health Act (1983), and had to stay for four weeks, in a psychiatric unit called Heron House, which was part of Hellesdon Hospital, in Norwich. In the house I was living in at the time, on Portland Street, in Norwich, I walked through the front door, leaving the door open. I then walked through the alleyway which led to the back of the house and the garden. The back door was used as the main entrance, because the front door was attached to a room one of the housemates used as a bedroom, but they weren’t in it when I had walked through it, they weren’t in the house at the time. Having just walked through the alleyway and standing in the garden, I saw one of my housemates, who I now remember was called Christina Poulton. Christina was standing by the back door, and I could see the irises of her eyes appeared darker than how they normally appeared, almost completely black in colour, as though she were momentarily possessed by evil and not in full possession of her own soul. I remember now that it was likely around 6-7 pm, and Christina may have returned from a part-time job she had then. Daylight would definitely have been fading at this point in the day because of the time of year, and although I could rationalise then as I can now, I do not necessarily think the fading daylight alone could have caused Christina's irises to appear as they did. The lights in the living room inside the house were still on, which would have been visible outside because I think there was probably a window in the living room looking out into the garden, which was next to the back door. There also would have been light from the windows of the other houses, as this house on Portland Street, which was number 15, was part of a row of terraced houses, and the back of the row of terraced houses in the adjacent Dover Street, were visible from the back garden. Christina, while standing by the back door, with her handbag open, appearing slightly possessed by evil, said in her normal pitch of voice, and without much or any feeling at all, something like "I’ve lost my key. Could you please let me in?". Without saying anything, I walked through the alleyway to the front of the house and stood on Portland Street. Christina must have walked through the alleyway and was standing to my left when she asked me again something like “Could you please let me in?”. To her question, I pointed to the front door I had left open and said “The door's open.”. Christina then said "Oh, why's it open?", before she walked through the door I had left open. I then walked away from the house on Portland Street, through the streets and roads, until I arrived in the outskirts of Norwich. As it had been raining, at least for much of the journey, and because I wasn’t wearing any waterproof clothing except for my shoes, I was quite wet when I arrived at a kebab shop, and my hair, which was only around 5 cm in length, was looking a little bit wild. I went inside and noticed on the menu board that there was no price listed for the veggie burger option, which was the only food item without a price listed for it. Also, there were only three cans of fizzy drinks displayed on the top of the glass display refrigerator cabinet, and none displayed on the shelves below where other cans of fizzy drinks are often kept; as are food items, for example, chicken on skewers and salad items. I'd not been to this kebab shop before, or to this area of Norwich, but I'd been to other kebab shops before this one, so I knew it was unusual for this one to have only three cans of fizzy drinks displayed. I said my order to the chef, which was a can of 7up and a veggie burger, while another individual was to take my payment.

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