Have gotten ONE response, namely from Stephen Morgan’s staff, and once again, that response makes me frown (Case Ref: SM32652) AND I got a strange e-mail from LinkedIn

On Tue, Apr 11, 2023 at 10:21β€―AM Stephen Morgan MP <stephen.morgan.mp@parliament.uk> wrote:

Dear Angelina,

Thank you for copying in Stephen to your correspondence with Cllr Stagg.

You are already following the correct channels to escalate this matter. If you feel Stephen can offer you any specific support please let us know.

Kind regards,


I wrote back the following:

Dear office staff,

When I write to my MP from my business address, it’s because my gmail often does not function. You could be replying to someone else when you don’t reply to the address an e-mail actually comes from. What you do is incredibly sloppy; not even Boris Johnson would do something like this, I bet.

Also, in view of the fact that I’ve already been fighting this battle – along with many others – since when I moved to Portsmouth, which was in early 2009, I am not exactly holding my breath. No, I didn’t know anyone here; I had intended to throw a little welcoming party/reception/meet & greet for my new neighbours back then, but I never even got to that part.

I am shaking my head over these astonishingly amateurish ways.

Angelina Souren



They’ve done this before, these same folks, replied to the wrong e-mail address, which strikes me as utterly bizarre. I copied them in this time merely to inform them, agreed, not to get a response from them, but why on earth reply to a different e-mail address? That is so bizarre.

I also got a really strange LinkedIn mail – see screenshots below – with some information in it that IS related to me. That e-mail mentions one person who I know (redacted below), but with a profile description from many years ago (over a decade). The person in question is retired now and has been for some time.

This happens to be the same person of who my WhatsApp calls were recorded a few times by an unknown third party. This happened four to five years ago and it made both of us uncomfortable. On one of those occasions, the battery of my phone got so HOT that the phone shut down during the call. (I had two phones back then who one after the other got fried.) Our e-mails used to get messed with too.

All the others mentioned in the LinkedIn e-mail were people I didn’t know (although one name I think is that of an old student buddy of someone I know, but this person was not listed in connection with that other person).

And this was all because I think I had looked at the profile of a financial writer in Asia some time ago, to gauge how reliable some information might be that I had seen elsewhere on the internet? (This Amber person? Yes, quite possible; I don’t remember the name of the writer whose name I googled, but the person did turn out to be located in Asia.)

Makes no sense. One of them supposedly has a contact in common with me, according to the e-mail, as you can see, but there was no link to that mutual contact either.

Also, in spite of my contact count saying “5”, I removed all my LinkedIn contacts two or three years ago to protect them against the hacking. I should have done that years ago, at the first sign of hacking activity. So stupid of me that I didn’t. Really really stupid. But then again, who expects years and years and years of relentless targeted hacking? I certainly did not see that coming.



I know the person on the left – data redacted; whited out – but what was shown in the e-mail is NOT his actual LinkedIn profile. The description in his actual profile is different and there is a profile photo in the actual profile.
(This connection between these two people and a finance writer in Asia I don’t get… Anyone?)

I had meanwhile also contacted academia.edu with regard to e-mails I was getting that I had doubts about, and they replied that they’re genuine. The activities mentioned in the mails do not show up in my account, though, and when I searched for the involved researchers on the web and in the Academia site, they did not show up either.

A few days ago, as already mentioned, I received a really strange direct message from LinkedIn staff. I reported it but LinkedIn e-mailed back to say that all is well and that I can block the person if I want. Huh? Okay, that may just be a bot or a trainee who messed up, then, but it was still strange, something to do with the European Central Bank, among other things.

Ha ha (LinkedIn)

Looks like there’s been hacker activity in my LinkedIn account again, too. Dated 3 April.

To specify: I received a message from someone claiming to be part of LinkedIn, who asked me to participate in something to do with the European Central Bank and in something else, to do with conflict resolution, within the LinkedIn context of article creation. (There were links but I didn’t click on them.) I contacted LinkedIn and they said that they saw nothing wrong with the message I’d received and that I could block the user if I wanted to. The latter seems to confirm that this person was mostly definitely not a LinkedIn employee.

I stopped using LinkedIn two years ago or so.

I should have stopped using it after Jair Roxo, one of my oldest contacts on LinkedIn, someone I had actually worked with, which understandably must have seemed very unlikely to that hacker, had been replaced by a week-old contact with a very different face.

There’s been a heck of lot of nonsense in my LinkedIn account since.

Where “the internet” thinks I am when I give it access to my location

Next morning (10 April), 09:20: now I at Leysholme Crescent, Lower Wortley, in Leeds.

Question: A thought struck me… Do I need to interpret this as “Lee’s home”? (Lee is the name the person who’s been popping up in my life since 2008 and who seems to be based in Winchester Road in Portsmouth gave me when he first approached me openly digitally, which was by a text message in 2011.)

Do I need to read “Lower Wortley” as “lower worth Lee”? As he does seem to have some issues in that respect? Who is this person and why does nobody in Portsmouth know him? What is his story? (Besides that he’s a hacker.) I’d still like to know.

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Nope, still not Covid

As I am really feeling quite crappy and cold during the day, often achy overnight and particularly my muscles are acting up and I still had some left-over laminar flow tests, I decided it might be a good idea to check if it was Covid. Would have been good information to have, if it was. (Whatever this is, it started 8 to 10 days ago.)

Nope, it ain’t. Okay, now I know this.

9 April 2023, 09:23: more hacking activity

I’ve just discovered comments from 2 and 4 years ago on my YouTube channel that I don’t think I’d ever seen before. One of those videos was from before my most recent attempt to escape from Portsmouth. I played the penny whistle in it. (I stopped playing after that escape attempt because I now have a strong tendency to associate music and musicians with narcissistic, misogynistic abuse.)

I also just discovered that most of the information on my home page has once again been removed by the hacker(s). It seems to have been done overnight, but as I can tell that I am on someone else’s network again, it’s quite possible that the information has only disappeared on MY screen. The information has disappeared on my “editing” screen, but is still there when I look at the actual page, even after reloading it.

The same thing has happened before, by the way, fairly recently. What’s the message. That all I am now is a victim of Portsmouth-based abuse? That the confident happy smile has been wiped off my face forever? That I’m just a piece of excrement?

Have been logged out of my Wikipedia account.

(Still producing a shitload of mucus and coughing my lungs out, btw, but am slowly getting more air again, I think.)


09:30: Now the info is showing up again in my editing screen. Someone’s fucking with me.

For the record, the page had stopped after the bit where I say that Vernon-Jackson seemed to believe that I was learning-disabled and continued where it shows the photos of what I looked like when I moved to Portsmouth.

I’m going to remove these particular bits now, the bits that have now been removed from my editing screen twice, and will place them on a separate page.

Hacker appears to be in my computer while I am typing this, but I only have one indication for it and that one does not give 100% certainty. Removing stuff from my screen, in my browser, can be done remotely by simply connecting me to a mirror instead of to the actual page. I know how that works; I’ve used the program httrack in the past.

Httrack is a website copier, an offline browser. You can edit the pages that you’ve downloaded and it’s easy enough for my hacker(s) to connect me with a version of webpages that they’ve amended. Why? To trip me up and/or to make me sound like an idiot.

09:42: have all my tags disappeared?

09:45: Now the home page has been completely rearranged in my editing screen…

20:52: hacker interference again

A post that I wanted to edit on this site opened, then closed, then opened again and opening it took “forever” to start with.

So far, since 2009 already, there’s always been retaliation when I talked about what was going on in Portsmouth, what was being done to me.

I have in the past called myself Portsmouth’s Bijan Ebrahimi a few times, and that’s quite correct. I’m still alive but that may well be the main difference between his situation and mine.

Watch this: it may make your day

Very well handled by both teen and cops and yes, it’s worth watching to the end. That’s when officers even go around talking to neighbors to make sure no weird rumors start spreading and everyone can continue to feel safe.

Boon County officers can teach the rest of the world a lesson. Excellent stress management at that Sheriff’s office. Nobody showing signs of PTSD or any other issues. Remember, they were expecting the worst.

8 April: here we go again

07:07: I’ve just started up my computer. The first thing I discover is that I’ve been logged out of this site, and out of one of my protonmail accounts. The next thing I discover is this mail that is not from academia.edu; unless they’ve gotten hacked, and this is not done by my hacker(s), how is this possible? (Let’s contact them.)

What this means is that I should probably go through this website to see what’s been changed or removed by my hacker. I also need to check out my YouTube account, because once again, it looks like someone has messed with that as well. It’s happened before.

08:08: Yes, have been logged out of my YouTube / gmail account as well. (I had done a search on YouTube this morning, on a whim and what I found surprised me, such as subtitles missing that I remember having added and, possibly, old videos online. This has happened before.)

08:10: Of course, Google believes that I am in Liverpool. I am not using a VPN for this particular connection. I tether, location is on and I am at my desk in Portsmouth.

08:50: I’ve also been logged out of the Guardian.

10:09: I repeat, the e-mail below is fake. I have received this one before, too, and many more like it.

10:22: I have also been logged out of Academia.edu


Physically, I seem to be doing better today. Yesterday, I was a wreck, but how much so only became clear when I went outside to go to Aldi. I took an allergy pill in the afternoon, two NACs in the evening and two NACs this morning. I seem to have a massive inflammation response going on? In any case, I am getting air this morning. I can breathe.

I am still coughing up a lot of mucus, though, and my muscles are still a bit painful.

11:05: am watching a BBC video about a cult called Lighthouse

All of a sudden, I am watching a video by Mentour Pilot. My hacker interfered. Why? Possibly because the person who features in that video is based here? Portsmouth.

(“No,” I concluded when I decided to use the back button in the browser and started watching the video. It’s because it’s so similar to what goes on here in Portsmouth, whatever that is, exactly. There do not seem to be huge amounts of money involved here locally, but other than that, there are striking similarities.)

I’ve had two encounters with Landmark. It is similar to Lighthouse. No, they never got even a tip of a nail into me, let alone their claws.

I’d first been told about it (in an e-mail) by a marine science professor who was always extremely chipper, a very positive and outgoing person. Later, at an LTL meeting in Oxford, someone approached me who also turned out to be connected to Landmark. (The person showed up without having registered for said meeting; I had registered and was wearing a brand-new fancy linen suit, which I had bought at an unbelievable discount.) When we later met again in Oxford, for lunch and browsing books and/or an exhibition etc, I noticed that she seemed to be observing me very carefully, seemed to be looking at what I spent and perhaps also what I spend it on. (I bought Alice in Wonderland in a book shop.) Next, in an e-mail, she asked me to come stay at her home. That struck me as odd. I declined and I never heard from her again. I was a foreigner who had become very isolated in England and was open about that. She and I had things in common and initially seemed a possible good connection for me.

In Florida, I already ran into an undertaking (called Equinox) that advertised environmental jobs in a university newspaper. I rented a car so that I could attend a meeting, which I expected to be a job interview but was not at all. It was a stage performance with an audience. I saw that what they were saying, for example about drinking water, was complete nonsense, was spotted by folks who were studying the audience as someone who was not in awe. I was astonished to see the mesmerized faces around me. I was initially put under pressure to sign up by some men who later walked up to me, after this presentation part was over, but I resisted and when I attended a second meeting, out of curiosity, they decided to ignore me completely and let me go. The law later stepped in, but that was after I had left Florida. https://www.ftc.gov/news-events/news/press-releases/2000/04/equinox-international-settles-case-ftc-eight-states-nearly-40-million-restitution-alleged-pyramid

What’s been said in this BBC video, about things that had happened in the life of Jeff, that’s why it’s so good to be well-grounded and not be embarrassed or feel vulnerable about whatever’s happened in your life. Tackle it. Work through any issues you have. See also this page: https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/21938469/very-british-cult-crime-bbc-documentary/

That’s why I now have a page on my site about things that happened many decades ago. It ceased to be important a long time ago, but if people are being told all kinds of bizarre shit about you behind your back – as happened to me in Portsmouth – and if you are open about whatever happened in your past that other people may see as something to exploit you with, and show that you have nothing to hide, then you become pretty immune to all kinds of manipulation attempts and the people who’ve been told god knows what about you can see that something does not quite seem to add up about what they’ve been told about you. (At least, they will, if they have sufficient working brain cells, ha ha; not everyone does, of course, but seriously, when people firmly believe something and then are confronted with something that contradicts that belief, that can be so uncomfortable for them that they reject the new information, particularly if the earlier information came from someone who they trusted.)

Interesting (Good Friday 2023)

  1. This week, I am suddenly coughing my lungs out again and am having trouble breathing (and it seems to be allergic in nature as taking an allergy pill helps for a few hours ), am now also having some muscle cramps in my legs and sweating a lot overnight. As of about two days ago, I am getting commercials for very expensive organic, mycotoxin-free coffee. I have had these physical complaints before in this flat and eventually I started wondered if my lock-picker was somehow poisoning my coffee. So I started hiding my coffee (but I’d recently stopped doing this, and it may of course be a coincidence, but hiding the coffee does seem to have helped).

    Related is that I also noticed a long time ago that I have almost no water pressure. I have checked the water meter and it seemed to confirm that. I wondered if my lock-picker was somehow poisoning my drinking water and that he needed the pressure off to be able to add something to my water. I have taken a sample and sent it off to a lab; I should have done this years ago. Better safe than sorry. Better looking like a fool than allowing harm to continue without even trying to verify what’s what.

    (It’s also possible that the lock-picker decided to lower the pressure because dripping sounds from a faucet annoyed him. My ticking clock seemed to have been stopped too at some point, though it’s hard to tell why it stopped working; I thought it was broken and took it off the wall, but it later turned out to be not broken at all.)

    In addition, it’s possible that the low pressure has led to excessive toxic black mold growth inside the tap and its supply pipe.

    That said, I’ve had small leaks in my home, similarly – but more subtle – to what happened in the stalking of Tracey Morgan, each time discovered after I’d been away. In one instance, (green) mold growth alerted me to the leak.

    Remember that I have received a birthday/Christmas gift contaminated with lab bacteria (from a soil experiment) and that, among other things, various items in my flat have been destroyed or damaged – including a foldable stepping stool – and even electrical wires loosened (with screw lying in the cavity behind a wall switch that I had actually opened before to tighten those screws) and animals maliciously interfered with, and that my CoQ10 bottle was emptied. There has been a reference to “kidney disease that isn’t manifesting yet” and I’ve noticed that I seem to have lost the ability to sweat in warm weather, although the latter could be sheer coincidence. In addition, there was a hint about someone out there actively trying to destroy or ruin me.

    So I have good cause to be vigilant alert and can’t afford complacency, but admit that I am worn out by all this vigilance and suspicion, regardless of who or what exactly is behind the stuff that’s caused it.

    I have also had e-mails from two different people who told me that I should take magnesium; this was completely out of the blue in one case and perhaps a little odd in the other one. (One came from the person who sent me the contaminated gift.) I did purchase Osteocare about a month ago, but it didn’t seem to do me any good, to the contrary, and I stopped taking it after a few days.

    (I noticed that copper has the ability to cause muscle pains, chills and lung problems as well as kidney disease. I haven’t looked into anything else, and I only looked into it this morning, on a whim. I had the heat on all day yesterday and am freezing right now, too, but that does not mean that it’s caused by too much copper.)

Also, ChatGPT is even worse than I thought. It’s referred to an article in The Guardian that turns out not to exist (https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/apr/06/ai-chatgpt-guardian-technology-risks-fake-article, by the Guardian’s head of editorial innovation) and it’s also referred to a non-existing article in The Washington Post about a trip to Alaska that took never place during which George Washington University law professor Jonathan Turley was supposed to have sexually harassed students (https://futurism.com/the-byte/chatgpt-law-professor-false-accusation). Who can he sue about that, I wonder?

08:15: am seeing a potential sign that there may be someone in my computer and there definitely was someone in my computer yesterday evening. There appears to be someone in the room under mine. (Heard a sound that seemed to be coming from it, but all is quiet apart from that.)

09:47: Computer froze, had to flip wall switch. (And yes, there is someone in the flat under me. Making calls and receiving texts, chats or calls. Possibly left at 10:03; door closed but not sure if anyone went downstairs, wasn’t paying attention.)

10:03: Google thinks I am in the West Midlands. When I allowed it to access my location, it concluded that I am based in Birmingham. I am not using a VPN for this particular connection and I am at my desk in Portsmouth, with location on my phone on. I tether.

10:15: Interference with my internet access? (I can’t update this post, and have to reload the page.)

12:30: new intrigue?

Now something else has popped up locally that is intriguing. Am not saying what it is yet. Could be nothing. Might not be nothing. We’ll see.

I have started to wonder if the flat under mine might simply be housing a group of Amazon delivery drivers. As Amazon provides the cars, that could explain why there are always different cars. It pays around Β£25 an hour, off the top of my head.

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Has the mysterious ubiquitous “Rob” just popped up again?

This comment does not show up at all when I look on YouTube:

So I can’t reply to this comment. What am I supposed to post on Reddit?

This is just like for example this comment below about cutting off my nipples never appeared on YouTube either. (It somehow just gets fed into my browser on my screen, pops up, but there is no link, not to the comment and not to the profile that supposedly posted the comment.)

(Roger Downey, of the motorcycle shop next-door, who’s seen me suffer for years, has watched me live without electricity and food, in ill health and utter powerlessness, utter misery and sometimes in fear, is one of the locals who knows about this particular comment too. He thought it was all hilarious and mocked me.)

(I was really really worried at the time because everything I tried to do in terms of income that would enable me to get out of my shitty situation was deliberately being sabotaged by someone out there and I’d previously gotten this message that suggested that someone was out to destroy me because it was so much fun to destroy an intelligent person. I don’t remember if I had electricity at the time; does not matter. The jerk merely mocked me, again. He saw how stuck I was and relished my misery.)

(So yeah, this, and all the rest, as well as men of all ages – strangers – grabbing their penis and yelling something really bizarre at you or just yelling something really bizarre at you – not every day but far too often; in fact, it’s only ever happened to me in Portsmouth – is also quite typical for Portsmouth. So, yeah, I want the hell out of this vile, fiercely misogynistic town with its stupid ‘drangheta culture. And I want my goddamn life back. I’ve mostly just sat here, for years, unable to do a damn thing, just waiting for the abuse and sabotage to stop. I have made FOUR escape attempts. I have contacted my embassy and I have tried contacting the United Nations about this, and so many other people and offices locally. I want out. I want the hell out. I want my goddamn life back.)

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All day: getting fucked in the arse by hacker(s) again

14:58: Even though 2FA was now synchronized (see last bit previous post, after which btw, the computer froze), I was unable to log in again repeatedly on the same website, was getting fake error messages that very clearly conveyed “we want you dead”.

Then the computer froze again and I had to throw the power off the wall switch again.

(phone was running hot again too)

11-ish (continues next day)

Doorbell rings, someone comes upstairs, male voice talks. Someone leaves again, within 5 minutes. No car drives off.

11:15: Can no longer log in to a particular website. (This, btw, is a site I got fucked on last year when I started working again on getting outtahere asap; I think it is also where I got that thing about the football bets, which for the record has nothing to do with that site.) 2FA not working for some reason and got locked out.

(Possible reason can be time difference between “the network” that I am on and my real time. I’ve seen a time difference of two hours a few times (on a site with the day’s economic calendar); am not currently seeing that, but am seeing 1-minute and 2-minute difference between phone and computer, which is really odd as both are on same internet provider. There was some stuff this morning, however; see below. I’ve also already needed to throw the power off to reboot once.)

11:29: Decided to reboot everything. Computer wouldn’t shut down so had to flip the wall socket’s power switch again. Now everything is running on the same time again.

I had only reinstated 2FA on that site yesterday or Sunday, to lower the chance of getting messed with in it again. Had disabled 2FA previously. Changed the password for the 2FA authenticator at a Starbucks before the Android I was using at the time got accessed.

I also got this again this morning… WHAT network?


(I have been seeing some signs of a possible presence in my computer again all morning, but it’s not a certain sign.)

For the record, it’s possible that me switching on my computer in the morning automatically wakes up someone else’s computer.

11:40: let’s see if I can log in now…

Yes.

12:15: Someone else leaves from flat below. No car drives off. (May mean that cars are now parked along the main road, where I can’t see them.)

14:00: a man’s voice and a young kid’s voice from the flat below. The kid sound like a young boy; have heard his voice several times in the past two or three weeks. Not before, I think. There is also a young woman who can sound very child-like, but it’s not her; she often speaks in a very soft monotone, does not sound like a boy. I didn’t hear anyone come up the stairs, but I had my headphones on for a while. Must be a video call with wherever home is.

14:10: everything quiet again (occasionally some sounds, but no more talking)

14:27: I did hear a man talk softly a few minutes ago (could potentially come from groundfloor flat, hard to tell, but I don’t think so). Still talking, sounds as if he is on the phone. The black car that I saw yesterday afternoon is parked outside again.


15:30: male talking, sounds like he is on the phone, lasted about 5 minutes. Sounds like he is cleaning, next, in bathroom and vacuuming. They did a lot of cleaning two days ago too. A lot of vacuuming.

16:00: talking and vacuuming again. No woman. No child either. Most definitely not the case that there is one guy living there who works two jobs to support his pregnant wife. She often does not seem to be here at all.

16:10: One person (must be guy, then) leaves. Drives off in the little black car a few minutes later.


Next day: I’m gonna leave it at that. Whatever the fuck is going on in the flat under mine, it’s been going on for years and years, in various forms, probably. There’s definitely been a lot of stuff going on there ever since Ruth Mbvundula moved out. Oh, wait a minute… I referred her to the city council when the landlord refused to give back her deposit. (In fact… she was probably owed up to three times the sum of the deposit as it had not been dealt with according to the law, but I was not aware of that at the time.)

I will likely still try to connect the various people to the various cars and get their license plates. Might be helpful for the police.

11:30: someone’s in my computer (not surprised because I saw that the time on my phone and on my computer was different again)

Also, I suspect that my tablet’s camera was used 15 minutes ago to spy on me. I suddenly saw active symbols that I had no explanation for but as soon as I checked them out, they disappeared.

11:33: after a guy driving the little black car just left from the flat below, my doorbell rang, and then the doorbell of the flat below started ringing repeatedly, so it’s possibly the same shit going on again that started on 7 February 2023 at 10pm. Not certain, however!

(After that… something else happened that now may have given me a better clue as to what is going on there.)

12:00: Second, no, third, no, fourth sign of someone in computer this morning. Screensaver didn’t kick in.

13:19: here we go again. Phones and computer are supposed to be on the same network, and keep network time, but they clearly don’t because there is a time difference again, so 2FA is not working. Last time this happened, rebooting the lot – all of it – helped. The computer battery is fairly new, in case anyone wonders. Two, three years old.

Train crash in the Netherlands

Middle of the night. 03:30. In the vicinity of The Hague, in a relatively rural area between Leiden and The Hague. (Thanks, Guardian, for covering this incident on your site’s front page, and posting the Reuters news article.)

People on the train help each other. Emergency services are on location within 10 minutes. (Cause: small construction crane on the track. A freight train runs into “construction materials” too, at about the same time, but that causes no injuries. A fire breaks out, which is extinguished quickly. So far, 1 dead, around 30 injured, 19 in hospital, including the train driver, with fractures.)

People asleep in their beds nearby wake up because of the noise, get up, dress, go outside and start helping crash victims, taking them into their homes, offering them food and beverages. Eleven of the 30 injured people are cared for in people’s homes.

Good.

A few days ago, a 21-year-old student pilot in the US lost her entire nose wheel assembly on take-off on her third solo flight. Her own instructor was not around, so ATC, another instructor and another pilot help her land safely. (She had to land while keeping the nose as high as possible as long as possible, which she did. Eventually, the tail touched the runway surface, which stopped the plane and only then, it tipped.)

Good.

In early 2010, I think it was, or maybe late 2009, there was a lot of snow in England, and many drivers got stuck on highways.

One guy hands out beakers of tea to drivers.

Good.

English newspapers praise him for not charging for the tea.



In other countries, people do not whine about a pilot’s cost of extra fuel he burns up to stay with a stricken student pilot’s plane or about the cost of the food that people provide to train crash victims.

Leiden train station was closed this morning, by the way, because too many people showed for their trains, unaware of what had happened, leading to an unacceptable, dangerously large number of people at the station. Leiden is a nice place. I lived there for a while, a long time ago. No buses are running to replace the trains that normally travel between Leiden and The Hague because the affected number of passengers is simply too whopping high for that.

Dutch people tend to stay COOL and CALM in this sort of circumstances. Does it make them happy? No, of course not. Do they all turn it all into a big bizarre drama instead of feeling grateful that none of their loved ones were affected or whatever? No, of course not, though a few may. There are always a few.

One Dutch passenger on the train was filming on his phone and even filmed himself putting on his boots or something, too, but at least he was also telling everyone – in Dunglish, not Dutch, showing awareness of his other passengers – to get out of the train asap (“Come! Out!”, indicating that he was near an exit) and asking people one by one if they were okay. He was likely using the light on his phone to provide light, by filming. (Do you know where your “torch” function is located? Does your phone have one?) The lights in the train had gone out, after all. He likely did the first thing that came to his mind to have some light. Maybe even using muscle memory. (17:36: yes, it was pitch black. He’s a Dutch student.)

(17:36: The first thing the train driver said, after weakly calling out “help” and being heard by that student? Asking how the passengers were faring.)

Several injured passengers have meanwhile released from hospital, btw. (17:36: three are in the ICU.)

Yesterday, someone who sounded very English (using English verbiage) tagged me on YouTube and called the pilot who had stayed with the student pilot’s plane a few days ago crazy. It made me furious. It makes me want to yell “FU!” at such a dumb ass. One of the reasons you do that is so that you can direct emergency services to the exact location if something goes wrong, dammit, besides just mere compassion and support for the student pilot, for example because you can see things on the other plane that its pilot can’t or you can tell the student pilot that she’s a little too high or whatever, if needed. You do that so that if the plane goes down, you can observe whether the pilot gets out and whether the plane catches fire or not. You do that so that maybe, you can put your plane down in a nearby field to rush over and pull the pilot out, if necessary.

It is what you do. It simply is what you do. And the airport happened to have the available air space for him to stay close and overfly next to her. What was it? 7R? While she landed on 7L? That’s not crazy. That’s what you do. That’s simply what you do, as a pilot.

That’s what was still on my mind when I woke up this morning.

13:15: Dutch king has visited crash site. (Flies as a pilot for KLM, to keep his license current; his professional specialty is water management, though, and he studied history at university.)

Also, two tracks were in use, two were closed due to work; major investigations have been launched to figure out what exactly happened. The deceased was the crane driver, a BAM employee.

What do you do with incel-flavored comments on YouTube?

I just spotted one. It was not hate-mongering, but it used incel speak and I’d say that this might need keeping an eye or two on, just in case. (The profile pic was Bill Clinton, btw.) I reported it to YouTube but there was no category for it. I opted for “promotes terrorism” and felt like an idiot for doing that, but I didn’t see much else that might fit.

Mean-spirited, vengeful landlords versus landlords who have their heads screwed on properly

In England, many landlords do what they can to make the lives of their tenants as hard as possible. That strikes me as stupid, but it’s a consequence of the English class system. Landlords don’t consciously think about such things; they just have this fixed idea that people who rent deserve to be abused in some way.

I used to know a landlord in Southampton, who was a retired builder who took his boat over to France in the summers and who ran into me one day, a scientist (class system thinking kicking in), and showed me a new place that he was building and then blurted out “It does not need to be good as it’s only for tenants” before he kicked his shin when he remembered I was one of his tenants.

I used to know another one who was a friend for a while, who called tenants “bad tenants” if they called him to say that the heating was not working or that the washing machine he provided was not working. He was not a bad dude at all. His train of thoughts was simply pervaded by English class ideas without him being aware of it.

Landlords in England don’t even think twice about deliberately using inappropriate materials that encourage mold development in tenants’ homes. It does not occur to them. They don’t think about it at all. They grab the cheapest or the same tin of wall paint and apply the obligatory 2 tiles because that is what they’ve always done.

They don’t realize that if they don’t do whatever they can to support their tenants’ health and their general ability to support themselves, they are being pretty stupid. It is a mere consequence of the class system that landlords install energy-guzzling heating systems just because those were the cheapest ones on the market.

It does not mean that they are mean-spirited. It’s just how they are brought up. You eat fresh food and you give moldy and stale food to the poor. That’s just the way it is.

My current landlord, by contrast, is vengeful and mean-spirited.

He knows that I have been trapped here for years. He knows that I have made four attempts to escape from my abuse situation here in Portsmouth (while based at this flat) that all failed because I had no money. None. I had three options. Suicide, going homeless without access to financial support or remaining trapped in my sadistic abuse situation.

Over the years, he has made several attempts to evict me. Those attempts always contained stupid little errors that made it easy for me to show up in court and say “Your honor, this eviction attempt is not legal and here’s why”.

Each of these exercises cost him money. They cost me money too, and a lot of time. They sometimes forced me to run around all over town delivering documents and copies of documents, as required by law.

(He was of course also gathering information from me, for example with regard to which documents I had and which ones I did not have, as well as of my understanding of the legal process, but I doubt that he was doing that consciously.)

This guy is into playing stupid little games.

(He has some bad childhood hangups, so I understand.)

Instead of cutting his losses by giving me the money that would enable me to get away and finally establish a new life elsewhere – which landlords in the States commonly do, so I understand – he prefers to sustain bigger losses, take me to court, time and time again, just so that he can play his stupid little games.

Maybe he has a hangup with regard to women who went to university. Maybe his parents were once evicted by a Dutch landlord. I have no idea.

He changed his company’s bank account without informing me (the old bank account ceased to exist), and he later changed his office address without informing me. His new office address has no doorbell and no letterbox. Most of the time, postal mail gets returned or is not acknowledged. He sends letters and e-mails on different letterheads for companies of which at least one does not even exist…

(Remember that I can’t call anyone without needing to travel out of town first, so I no longer have an easy way of contacting his offices. When I still could, my calls and other tenants’ calls, however, also used to be ignored.)

He does childish things like make appointments for inspections and then send someone over on the wrong day just so that he can say that I am a problem tenant.

Maybe his childhood included evictions, indeed. Maybe he now takes joy in seeing bailiffs show up at his tenants’ doors. More likely, I think, he is simply playing stupid eviction games because it helps him get over his childhood hangups.

Whatever it is that is driving his petty vengeful behaviors, the only way you can stop someone who is that unhinged from continuing to play his stupid little games is to stop playing along with these eviction games altogether. After all, if you succeed in blocking the eviction attempt, all you have done is guarantee that you remain someone else’s toy.

It has been suggested on one occasion that he is the one behind my ordeal in this town. I don’t think so. First of all, that ordeal began several years before I moved into my current flat and second, I don’t think my landlord is as stupid as to engage in deliberately sabotaging a tenant’s income and all that. (Go into my flat to take socks from my dirty laundry or break my folding stepping stool, etc?) That would be quite a different ballgame, a much riskier one.

There’s this, too:

Even organizations like Shelter and Centrepoint are pervaded by silly English class ideas. It’s much easier to get support from them if think you are uneducated, not too smart and very poor. They have no problem with causing extra costs for you if they realize you don’t fit that bill. That too is pretty petty.

The same kind of pettiness is at work when homeless people are arrested for “vagrancy” under a 200-year-old law: https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/apr/02/thousands-of-homeless-people-arrested-under-archaic-vagrancy-act

By the way, the UK may be the only western country where you can be evicted for no reason, in a so-called “no-fault” eviction, which the UK government has been promising to end for a long time too. Just like that 200-year-old Vagrancy Act.