This is something that should have come out long ago. I have been warned not to tell the story as Archer is a nasty man and is not likely to take this lightly. I could go and happily stand in a court of law and state all of this and prove it. The story which I am about to tell you is the truth and I can prove all of it. The story of why he was awarded his peerage is just that, a story. His claims cannot be proven in a court of law or anywhere else. In fact, his claims were shown to be lies in the year 2000 at an investigation in which I took part. Why he still has the peerage in that case remains a mystery to me. In order to explain how it came about I shall have to start at the beginning. It's a bit long winded I'm afraid but I shall cut it down considerably in order not to bore you more than necessary.
For those of you who don't know, Jeffrey Archer is what some may call an author, a peer of the realm and a convicted criminal. His story telling is second to none and that is not his novels I'm talking of. There was one book I know of that was written about him called - Jeffrey Archer, Stranger Than Fiction by Michael Crick. Well worth a read if you want to know more about the truth of what and who he is.
This story of mine, started in 1991 during the first Gulf War. Many people in Britain wanted to send parcels out to the British troops who were in the Gulf. It was costing rather a lot of money to send them and each day on our television screens, people were complaining about it. At this time, I was suffering very badly from nerves and severe depression. It was due to various things in my life which are not important here. What I will say is, none of that has changed. I have just learned how to handle it now and realised it is NOT me who has the problem but them.
Anyway, due to the way I was, I was unable to talk to friends or go out anywhere without having panic attacks. I would get nervous twitches which would make my head jerk uncontrollably, breath very heavily, my heart would pound, I felt everyone was looking at me and judging me and laughing at me, the works. Veeery bad time for me. I remember one day lying on the floor of my dining room in a terrible state and crying and clawing at the floor like a madwoman. I raised my head and called out "God, I have tried so hard to help myself and I just can't do it anymore. I really need you, PLEASE will you help me. I can't do it on my own any longer".
My parents were unaware of how bad I was. My Father was abroad at this time working, my Mother had had a stroke so I couldn't worry her, and both my sisters were living away from here. I was helping Mum as much as I could and getting no help at all with anything else in my life. My circumstances were dire to say the least for certain reasons and were being made worse daily. If my Mother had been well and knew the extent of what was happening she would have gone ballistic and sorted them out. She knew a lot but I kept most hidden for years. If people tell you something long enough you start to believe them. You think they can't all be wrong and you right. I can't say why, but this was not of my own doing but certainly other people's. I had no one to turn to at all and others who did see and know couldn't care less. I tell you this because I want you to realise that the events that followed were not of my doing. They were all done by Divine Intervention. It had to have been as there is no way I as an ordinary woman could have done what you will hear of on her own. I am convinced it was sent to help me. God, working in the way He does, had decided to help me and in doing so would get me to assist Him in a way that would take my mind off myself.
One morning a week after the dining room episode whilst watching breakfast television, I saw these women again complaining about their parcels and I wondered why none of them did anything about it. Not out of the goodness of my heart, but because I was fed up listening to them and seeing them do nothing, I decided to do it for them. I picked up my 'phone and asked directory enquiries for the number of the Ministry of Defence. They gave me several numbers and after making a couple of calls I got through to who I needed to speak to. I'm going to cut this short or it'll take forever, but I got them to agree to take the parcels to the Gulf free of charge if we could get them to them at the base.
I then rang transport companies, got it arranged and then rang a local radio station to tell them how these women could do it as it was now all set up. WRONG! He put me live on air, gave out my phone number and from that second the telephone never stopped. I won't bore you with the details, but from a nervous wreck, I ws now organising parcels around the county. That soon spread within a day or two thanks to the media and then I organised it throughout the country. Not only was it parcels from the family but we had collection points set up in shops and other places where people could donate and then we would make up parcels from the people of the country.
Because of the way it was done, most in the country had no idea it was me organising it all and bringing it together. They thought it was them. That is the way I wanted it. All the logistics remained a mystery to them. I even tried to get someone else to do the interviews so that I could remain anonymous. She was desperate to do it, whereas I wanted to crawl and hide away somewhere. In the South West area they knew because unfortunately my house was surrounded by t.v cameras, radio and newspaper reporters and photographers each day. I was made to do the interviews as they said the other lady couldn't pretend to be me. In the early days I was seen sitting with my elbow on the arm of the chair leaning my head into my hand. It looked so rude and bad mannered, but the reality was I was holding my head still because of the twitches. I was a nervous wreck.
Anyway, all of the operation ran smoothly and problems were soon sorted. One day I received a telephone call from someone who will remain nameless. He informed me to expect a call from Buckingham Palace inviting me to a garden party. He said it would come in the next week. He also informed me that my name was on the honours list and that although he shouldn't tell me, there was no way I wouldn't get whatever it was and he wanted to be the first to congratulate me. This until now has been kept very quiet and even my family don't know of this bit. I am telling it now so that all becomes clear later on because after 17 years I am sick of Archer parading around with his smug look knowing no one will touch him.
I got the call, went to Buckingham Palace and thanks to a letter I received from her about 10 days before we went, was even presented for a second time whilst there to Princess Diana. I then saw the person who had telephoned me. He apologised profusely. When I asked what for he said he was sorry he had told me about the honours list because it hadn't after all happened. He said my name had been taken off the list and none of them could understand why and that it was all being kept very quiet. Luckily, I had forgotten about it and it didn't bother me. Why did I need or want anything anyway. I had achieved what I set out to do and my reward was the greatest I could receive, my nerves were better. All of that had helped me and I realised I WAS a good person and a worthwhile person after all who DID have something to offer others.
Well, that has told you the start. The next part gets to where you will possibly understand where I'm going with this. The first part was necessary though to explain how and why I became involved with part 2 of the story. If I thought Parcels For the Gulf took some organising, the next thing I was to do was enormous. If I had known what lay ahead I wonder if I would have continued? I shall try to update with the next part very soon and hope this isn't all too boring for you. It will, however, for those who read it, help you to understand why I feel the way I do about Archer, John Major and the British Government then and now.
Could all who read this please ask their followers to read it. The more people who learn of this the better. Our media have been made by the Government to keep what is coming next quiet. It was mentioned in Parliament in one of the many debates about us that there may be a D-Notice which means none of this is allowed to be told. Many times over the years I have been filmed at length by national media and interviewed in order that the truth will come out. I informed each of them that they were wasting their time. They thought not and said what I had was dynamite and must be told. It never has been until now. This is one way they cannot stop the story being told if we spread it far and wide amongst our followers. My thanks in advance. 17 years I have waited to have the truth about Archer/Major told.
Thanks for your time, God Bless,
Lorraine.
Monday, 25 May 2009
Sunday, 24 May 2009
A DAY OF TEARS
Yesterday was a bad day for me. I was very depressed and had a day of good old fashioned blubbing and wallowing in it. It happens from time to time due to circumstances in my life that rears its ugly head once in a while. The reason I tell you this, is because all things happen for a reason. Due to my severe depression I couldn't be bothered dressing properly and going to the shops. Everything was too much of an effort. You know the feeling we've all been there sometime or another. If you haven't then WOW, but WOW lucky old you.
Anyway, due to this listlessness I had to go to the nearby little shop instead later in the day. In fact, 7pm that evening. I dragged myself along hoping to see no one. No usual smile on my face or lightness in my step. A dragging, listless, puffy and red eyed person slumped into the shop.
Outside was a homeless chap trying to scrounge a bit of anything. Everyone was giving him dirty looks or completely ignoring him. I was one of the latter. I went in and looked around and couldn't even be bothered buying anything. Couldn't think of anything I wanted. Some cheese and parma ham and that was about it. Couldn't be bothered. I paid and walked out. Once outside, I saw the same chap standing looking as defeated as I felt.
The people in my world (not family) have treated me pretty shabbily over many years and I am used to being treated as a nothing and as a person no one anyone cares about particularly. It hurts. You rise above it and the "on a good day" me, puts it all in perspective and gets on with my lot. Because I always smile and am welcoming with an extrovert personality doing everything for everyone, they all think that I'm tough and made of steel. I'm not. Inside I hurt very badly but am darned if they will have the satisfaction of knowing that. Nobody knows the real me and what I go through each day of my life and it is because of this that when I glanced up and saw that chap looking as defeated as I felt I did what I did next.
I walked up to him and asked if he was hungry. He said yes. I don't usually give money as they often spend it on drugs or too much alcohol. I have given some at times but not too often. I took the chap back into the shop with me and told him to get whatever he wanted to eat. He was so good. He tried not to pick much or anything that cost much. I had to almost make him get more. He got a couple of things or so and then I told him to get chocolate and drinks if he wanted to. We got to the checkout amidst quite a few not very pleasant looks and I asked if he smoked. He said yes so we asked for what he wanted and the chap behind the counter tried to give him just 10. I got him to change that and had everything put in a bag. They tried to hand it to me and so I smilingly said no, that it wasn't my shopping and could they give it to the gentleman I was with. their faces were a picture.
How terribly sad the way they looked at him. They also looked at me in horror as though I had done some unspeakable act that was totally unacceptable in today's world. He and I walked out of that shop and I knew that he was worth 10 of each of them. he was terribly polite and grateful, wasn't trying to get all he could out of me, he was honest and appreciative and, in fact, all of the things that most people today aren't.
I haven't told you this to have you think I'm good or kind. I have related this to you as it is meant to be a blog that's a diary of my life and that means the good and the bad. Yesterday was a bad day for me which resulted in something good. It taught me again, that yes, I may have a load of **** in my life but how lucky am I compared to him? Who knows what led him to be where he is right now. How dare we all go around judging people by how they look or behave compared to us? We are all God's children and to Him we are all equal and as important and special as each other. We are meant to love one another as ourselves. he never said we had to like them though!
To help another person in need is something that we could all do in our own way. I'm sure that those of you who read this do. In fact, I have no doubt about that because I have spoken to each of you via e-mail and know you are all good, kind, loving people. To those of you who may be new to this blog then I am assuming that you too must also be good people. I am going to finish this little bit with one of the poems I wrote several years ago. Maybe it may help us all think a little. If only all would be the same in the world.
God Bless you all and thank you for listening to my ramblings,
Lorraine
LIFE'S QUESTION WHY?
Many a time I sit alone and ask
The question why? Do we all
Have to suffer such sorrow or pain
Until the day we die.
Well it's sent to us for learning
To help us understand
So we might care for others
And lend a helping hand.
For without it we'd be nothing
And never would progress
We'd stay the same throughout our lives
From our birth until our death.
Although at times it seems so bad
And the reasons never clear
It's moulded us and shaped our lives
And banished all our fears.
So take some time to sit and think
What life has offered you
How those experiences changed your ways
And helped you to come through.
Be grateful to the people or
The times that caused you pain
For these have made you who you are
And you're the one who's gained.
With thanks to the lovely young man I met yesterday for reminding me of this.
Anyway, due to this listlessness I had to go to the nearby little shop instead later in the day. In fact, 7pm that evening. I dragged myself along hoping to see no one. No usual smile on my face or lightness in my step. A dragging, listless, puffy and red eyed person slumped into the shop.
Outside was a homeless chap trying to scrounge a bit of anything. Everyone was giving him dirty looks or completely ignoring him. I was one of the latter. I went in and looked around and couldn't even be bothered buying anything. Couldn't think of anything I wanted. Some cheese and parma ham and that was about it. Couldn't be bothered. I paid and walked out. Once outside, I saw the same chap standing looking as defeated as I felt.
The people in my world (not family) have treated me pretty shabbily over many years and I am used to being treated as a nothing and as a person no one anyone cares about particularly. It hurts. You rise above it and the "on a good day" me, puts it all in perspective and gets on with my lot. Because I always smile and am welcoming with an extrovert personality doing everything for everyone, they all think that I'm tough and made of steel. I'm not. Inside I hurt very badly but am darned if they will have the satisfaction of knowing that. Nobody knows the real me and what I go through each day of my life and it is because of this that when I glanced up and saw that chap looking as defeated as I felt I did what I did next.
I walked up to him and asked if he was hungry. He said yes. I don't usually give money as they often spend it on drugs or too much alcohol. I have given some at times but not too often. I took the chap back into the shop with me and told him to get whatever he wanted to eat. He was so good. He tried not to pick much or anything that cost much. I had to almost make him get more. He got a couple of things or so and then I told him to get chocolate and drinks if he wanted to. We got to the checkout amidst quite a few not very pleasant looks and I asked if he smoked. He said yes so we asked for what he wanted and the chap behind the counter tried to give him just 10. I got him to change that and had everything put in a bag. They tried to hand it to me and so I smilingly said no, that it wasn't my shopping and could they give it to the gentleman I was with. their faces were a picture.
How terribly sad the way they looked at him. They also looked at me in horror as though I had done some unspeakable act that was totally unacceptable in today's world. He and I walked out of that shop and I knew that he was worth 10 of each of them. he was terribly polite and grateful, wasn't trying to get all he could out of me, he was honest and appreciative and, in fact, all of the things that most people today aren't.
I haven't told you this to have you think I'm good or kind. I have related this to you as it is meant to be a blog that's a diary of my life and that means the good and the bad. Yesterday was a bad day for me which resulted in something good. It taught me again, that yes, I may have a load of **** in my life but how lucky am I compared to him? Who knows what led him to be where he is right now. How dare we all go around judging people by how they look or behave compared to us? We are all God's children and to Him we are all equal and as important and special as each other. We are meant to love one another as ourselves. he never said we had to like them though!
To help another person in need is something that we could all do in our own way. I'm sure that those of you who read this do. In fact, I have no doubt about that because I have spoken to each of you via e-mail and know you are all good, kind, loving people. To those of you who may be new to this blog then I am assuming that you too must also be good people. I am going to finish this little bit with one of the poems I wrote several years ago. Maybe it may help us all think a little. If only all would be the same in the world.
God Bless you all and thank you for listening to my ramblings,
Lorraine
LIFE'S QUESTION WHY?
Many a time I sit alone and ask
The question why? Do we all
Have to suffer such sorrow or pain
Until the day we die.
Well it's sent to us for learning
To help us understand
So we might care for others
And lend a helping hand.
For without it we'd be nothing
And never would progress
We'd stay the same throughout our lives
From our birth until our death.
Although at times it seems so bad
And the reasons never clear
It's moulded us and shaped our lives
And banished all our fears.
So take some time to sit and think
What life has offered you
How those experiences changed your ways
And helped you to come through.
Be grateful to the people or
The times that caused you pain
For these have made you who you are
And you're the one who's gained.
With thanks to the lovely young man I met yesterday for reminding me of this.
Wednesday, 20 May 2009
NAKED ROMP IN THE GARDEN
I have just run around my front garden naked enjoying the fresh air and sunshine on my bare skin with all of my neighbours staring in disbelief and horror. Actually, that's a lie, but when I was in advertising we were taught to start with an attention grabbing headline - well that was it. Got you wondering though didn't it? Bet it conjured up an horrific sight in front of your eyes. Wouldn't you love to do it though just to see the looks on their faces? I wonder if Gok Wan is on Twitter. Maybe I could get him to visit, teach me that my fat, lumpy body which only knows one compass point - due south, is actually a thing to be proud of. No, thought not.
Anyway with clothes firmly in place here I am at home having bought my THIRD pair of grey trousers for lawn bowls. How exciting you may think. actually no it's b****y boring isn't it. Why the heck did I join. Both of the first 2 pairs are wron They have faint lines on them. Lines I hasten to add that no one further than 6 inches away from my side can see. Not quite plain enough though so, I get home with the third pair, which are completely plain, to find one of my ducks sitting at the front door and looking at me in disgust. I had put food out by the pond before I went into town, but obviously the other's had eaten it and by the time he arrived it was finished.
As I got out of the car, he only waddled up to me quacking his head off and going slightly demented that I was late. Can't you tell he's a man! It was his fault for being late in the first place. So, I go inside with him standing by the back door (he was at front door) waiting for his food. Container filled I duly came out and started walking towards the pond, him waddling in my wake still doing the duck equivalent of mumbling under his breath all the way to the pond. His wife was not there today, she probably left him when he started moaning earlier on. Can't say I blame her.
Anyway, very little post today just to let you know I haven't forgotten you. Off to lawn bowls now to see if THESE trousers are allowed. If not then I'm going to take up something where clothes aren't important in this fussy way. I went to Buckingham Palace and didn't have to worry so much for goodness sake!
Speak to you all very soon, take care,
Lorraine x
Anyway with clothes firmly in place here I am at home having bought my THIRD pair of grey trousers for lawn bowls. How exciting you may think. actually no it's b****y boring isn't it. Why the heck did I join. Both of the first 2 pairs are wron They have faint lines on them. Lines I hasten to add that no one further than 6 inches away from my side can see. Not quite plain enough though so, I get home with the third pair, which are completely plain, to find one of my ducks sitting at the front door and looking at me in disgust. I had put food out by the pond before I went into town, but obviously the other's had eaten it and by the time he arrived it was finished.
As I got out of the car, he only waddled up to me quacking his head off and going slightly demented that I was late. Can't you tell he's a man! It was his fault for being late in the first place. So, I go inside with him standing by the back door (he was at front door) waiting for his food. Container filled I duly came out and started walking towards the pond, him waddling in my wake still doing the duck equivalent of mumbling under his breath all the way to the pond. His wife was not there today, she probably left him when he started moaning earlier on. Can't say I blame her.
Anyway, very little post today just to let you know I haven't forgotten you. Off to lawn bowls now to see if THESE trousers are allowed. If not then I'm going to take up something where clothes aren't important in this fussy way. I went to Buckingham Palace and didn't have to worry so much for goodness sake!
Speak to you all very soon, take care,
Lorraine x
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