Big baby

Big baby just wiped out both my computers and is stamping his feet like a 5-year old throwing a 2-year-old’s tantrum because mommie does not come to the loo to look at the big doodoo he’s produced.

You can only laugh about it.

More worrisome is that he also seems to be blocking my umptieth attempt to escape from the country.

That’s also why he is throwing this destructive tantrum.

I just sent an e-mail to Gerald Vernon-Jackson. I wonder if that actually went out. Will be interesting to see.

11 October
While big baby was busy wiping out my old computer yesterday, he apparently changed his mind about that one, but the newer one is still fully NON-functional and this old one may still go too. He’s also knocked out in and outgoing mail signals on my phone. He’s often done this kind of stuff over the past decade. He gets pissed off over something I do – can be anything – or just gets pissed off and then he wipes out all my electronics. Sometimes he enables them again after a week or so.

Incoming e-mails appear to be continue to be withheld by my hacker too; I have just had 5 to 10 older e-mails arrive – some of which telling me that Google has changed some of my settings – while some e-mail accounts are suspiciously quiet (and that particularly concerns one account for which I often have “server unavailable” errors).

Hacker just disabled my computer, completely; ask Steve Pitt how he has seen me change since I arrived in Portsmouth

Ask Steve Pitt what I was like when I had just arrived in Portsmouth. At the start of this anonymous Pompey Nazi war against me.

When I still danced and sang and smiled and trusted people.

Ask Steve Pitt how he has seen me change since I arrived in Portsmouth.


Then he wiped out my old computer too. Nobody must learn the truth about Portsmouth, eh?

My hacker’s response, Mr Vernon-Jackson? (With a cc to Suzanne Hulscher and Bas Borsje at the University of Twente and Lynne Stagg at Portsmouth City Council)

My hacker’s response? Demolishing my computer again by filling up the HDD with junk, possibly videos he took with my phone. The root directory is filling up again. Means the system will have trouble running.

Has been at it awll dayyy loooong. Big baby.

Yeah, big boy. Currently making a lot of loud farting sounds and making a lot of other shit-related noise. That’s typically what 1- to 2-year-olds do. “Look mommy, I did a big doodoo!”

(That’s currently mostly my immediate downstairs neighbour in real life, yes. Who else? He’s now confirmed that, in fact.)

Real big boys, these Pompey males. Deliberately wiping out my income and then making use of my poverty to gridlock me with their hacking and their own illegal income.

Ha ha ha, Mr Vernon-Jackson.

The same dude deleted those grant proposal files from my HDD and USB stick about a year ago, remember? I told you about that, Gerald. I told Grant Murphy about it too.

So, he is doing it on behalf of Grant Murphy, this hacker. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so perfectly fine with this, Gerald.

Millions of euros’ worth of jobs and equipment for my client, Suzanne Hulscher en Bas Borsje at the University of Twente.

(For doing the kind of work that the UK isn’t even capable of. The kind of work that notably Portsmouth’s future depends on.)

Wiped out by my hacker, with the approval of Gerald Vernon-Jackson and Grant I. Murphy.

I had no choice but to say bye bye to this client of over 20 years, to make sure that my hacker would not cost them the grant. Thankfully, they did get it. The grant.

I’d been quite uncomfortable with that situation – which no English person will ever understand, I know, I know – so I was very happy to hear the good news.

Which no English person will ever understand, I know, I know. Because all you care about is ffffarting as loudly as possible and so on, isn’t it?

Have you already told Lynne Stagg about it? Or are you still keeping all of this from her?

You’re just as bad as my hacker, Mr Vernon-Jackson, aren’t you? Just as bigoted.

Meanwhile, the hacker is targeting my HDD again, the eh, 4th? I’ve lost count.

How crazy Portsmouth is

Did you know that I can’t even post videos or photos of animals unless I make sure that the animals in question are unidentifiable?

Otherwise anonymous locals will attack those animals.

THAT’s how crazy Portsmouth is. (Or someone in Portsmouth.)

But when people like Gerald Vernon-Jackson LITERALLY shrug about this, they effectively OKAY this. So what can you do?

This documentary shows you where I am based: (Part 1) (Part 2)

So unless you start using words like “knife” and “kill”, people here won’t even hear a word you say and pay no attention to what you say whatsoever. At best, they’ll call you a “poor old girl” as if you’re a toy doll that a child threw away in a street somewhere.

Portsmouth is vicious, violent and hostile. But the people here don’t see that because it is all they know so it all feels perfectly normal to them.