A path of yellow and gold. I am not the one to follow it. I follow integrity instead and learning from my peers.

 Both the Conservative M.P. then and the Falklands hero Simon Weston O.B.E. presented me with awards on stage to a volley of applause. Luckily, Simon turned me around and said smile at them RAF lass and that calmed my stage fright.

A true memory and one where I went on to fundraise with the request again of a prize from Peter Stringfellow – dinner for eight and champagne at his club. That raised at the Mardis Gras Ball in Liverpool that year  over £500 at the celebrity auction.  I danced the night away with the stars of Brookside and football players, and stayed in the Adelphi where I made before the event  600 chocolate favours as my donation. What a  triumph that was. They looked fab on the tables under the crystal dome where the event was held.

I was honoured to take prizes from my former colleagues as hoteliers and suppliers of fine gourmet items and football signed items as I had for the Virgin Railway Ball in York for the Railway Children when Princess Diana’s train name plate was presented to the charity. I met all the Directors of the Orient Express and still remain committed to Centrepoint in London and the Railway Children charities to this day.  A very worthy cause indeed.

I  loved the work the charity do as Weston Spirit for younsters too.  Give them a look in and volunteer.  They all wanted me to be an M.P. and still do  in business circles, it is not for me.  After RAF  VIP  postings,  and working with Prime Ministers then in 1966 and since in communications I thought  of my search for adventure.  I turned down the idea of the post Lord Levy interviewed me for in 1998.  Little did I know a promise to the late Roy Castle and Michael Winner would be to go through the doors of the centre in Liverpool as a cancer scientist and researcher which is what I still am, but using psychology as other demands have come in from others that I am proud to present. That is to be a volunteer for the missing in the United States and to help others come into education as exciting journeys to find themselves.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcQPgthdsSE

Don Starling is the image on his notebook, askew tie, unshaven and desperate robber and killer as actor John Crawford, John or Joan Crawford is written to the left hand side on his notebook and to his right above the Moors Murderer, jewel thief and robber with  James Dean look-a-like is the name ‘ John Kilbride’. 

Just as the gang chucked the bookies clerk dead in a ditch on the Moors down a slope so he did with John Kilbride. The difference, one was fiction Hammer House of Horror, and the real blockbuster crime thug Don Starling, as the Moors Murderer and dumper of her body on the Moors. The other was from his watching at the Appollow in Ardwick in April 1960 this film of his Longsight location and the back alley chases where one man died some years earlier. 

Ian Duncan Stewart in the above youtube is as this is a funeral for him with no rest in peace. He is dead, not in body but in the public psyche.

A failed bank robber unlike his fiction Moors Murderer, he could not get that right, the team he could not get, nor the courage to create the robberies he planned.

He, you if reading Ian are furious that Ashworth would not let you have the coin of Valkyrie dated 1938 and sent to you for a reason, nor the letter from Ronnie Biggs who I wrote to. 

This is the end of Brady and his fantasy.

It is my view that the film HELL IS A CITY is the answer to where Keith Bennett is. Where that is as a scientist I do not know, no one does.

Don Starling is clearly the character that Ian  Duncan – Stewart (Brady) thought and thinks he is as a tough character.

There is Cottage Pie tonight after the five nights on the lawns with the shaded arbour and the barbeque.

The Persian ‘minky moo’ has had another of her spasms and talking her gently out of  it she is now sleeping. Her brother is on my computer desk so often I cannot see what I type and my spelling is due to instant writing and later editing.

This me.

Today on Sky News it is all about burials. Celebrities remembered and the open coffin as glass crypt will contain the embalmed body of Michael Jackson. Michael, a child prodigy who made millions, or billions for his father like all child stars was tragic. Performing was all, childhood lost.

In contrast we have the coffin and funeral so demure and elegant of ‘Charlie’s Angels’ star Farrar Fawcett, known then as Farrah Fawcett Majors. Like Caron Keating she will be an angel forever for she did no harm, she did for good.  Gloria Hunniford, Caron’s mother is presenting a series on ‘Angels’ as those who have seen angels or been influenced by them. No better, more credible person could be selected.

Today, we all have angels in some form or another. Today the screens show the funeral arrangements for Michael Jackson and the party of the masses who dance and sing.

But in a small ‘voice’ the miracle of a child, a girl found alive when an airliner crashed in the ocean is missed, it is not important next to death.

There is a window happening, I feel it and know it.

Three men who I admire contacted me by email last night on matters dear to my heart and call from another led me to see that this is a an eclipse of personalities. There is going to be a revelation, a real headliner for UK, something is going to break. I feel it and know it. Now all three are linked together I  expect to breath and relax a bit as those minds help me out as I retreat to meditate and to pray.

Today. A day of the sun coming over as the rain stops. God or the Higher Being as a name has watered the broad beans, and runner beans for me, and washed the cars with the wind and wash of warm water. Today is hamburgher day and perhaps it will stay warm enough for the barbeque.

Today I reading Mark Plodkin on the search for medicines in the rainforest. His books are very illustrative of his passion for the nomadic and indigenous tribes and make adventure and success come to life. I bought the signed series in the Natural History Museum in San Diego two years ago, or more. I was reviewing the Dead Sea Scrolls at the time.

The gardens at San Diego are the ‘Meditation Gardens’.

But the best joy was and is when Vernalisa took me the first time over the Mojavey Desert. I found Rodeo Drive not as impressive as the coast road to Malibu and not as impressive as the natural shops and bakers in the old part of LA. I loved the family atmosphere and the quaint places and the humour.

I class Las Vegas as my second home, it is like Blackpool in the old days but with sun and much more glitter. I love those kitch clocks that move and play music as fantasy clocks of automation in castle themes. Kitch is very comforting in the right mindset and memory. I do not have a bed with old coats on now as I did when an infant, nor cold windows or an orange box for a cupboard. Now I have a nest of quilts and clean covers.

But some in the world still have old coats or a cardboard box for a home, so when I am fearful and afraid and lost I think of what is our home.

Today.  Just today. The first day in the seventh month of 2009 is 7/1/9 or in Europe  01/07/09. Remember the date for worldwide this is a date in history. Do not know why or for whom, but feel it is, again one of those ‘woo woo’  feelings I know so well.

Blessings to all.

It was my Friday task then as Mr Bond, the managers junior to go on the orders of Mrs Burgess, a grand dame of the rag trade to the offices down by Marks and Spencer. Crossing the bus station I saw all the posters then of Lesley Anne Downey in the cold frost and fog on the platforms in the January of 1965. 

As the year went on I grew restless, so many of my friends had died on motorbikes. The songs of woe were all about, the Beatles who I saw at Chassen Park, the Hollies at Bridgewater Hall, Eccles, the Rolling Stones at Davyhulme, all just a night of music and dance for the Dusty Springfield lookalikes of which I was one.

Belle Vue was a place to get to on two buses and the blind  twins who went to the school there at Trafford Bar to connect often shared the ride home getting off at two stops before my stop past Stretford Road.

I set my cap at ‘David’ with  the shining light  blue eyes, a cheeky smile and blonde hair and he lived on Canterbury Road in the posher houses than our council house semi in Urmston then. At sixteen I was niave and smitten, went only to the cafes with table cloths and served Ian Brady as I did not know then with a suit at Montague Burtons on Chester Road.

I know as the staff told me later, much later.  I now am a criminalogy post graduate  researcher and behavioural analyst specialising in geological patterns of the mind and how it impacts on the psyche of a psychopath in all the forms as legal and criminal from my studies of history over thousand s of years.    A parasite training in helped me as I went to Salford University and studied the malaria vector and all forms of parasites favouring the one Ben Fogle contracted.

It was my intention never to go back at all to Manchester once I took that train and I do not ever watch Coronation Street, too raw for my memory as it was no soap to live that way at all.

But last year I did  a study on when the series was played as it was on the web and found ALL the dates of the murders, or abductions of children or adults as they were known to be occurred when there was no Coronation Street.

Not one.

So either Myra could not get grannie Maybury out or she was addicted to it as her psyche of the role as the typist portrays a similar character.

Myra and Ian I saw with teddy boys at the Belle Vue dance hall, well smelt and heard more like for she towered over me and the thick cheap hair laquer made her face stick like a harsh face lift and she stank of cheap tobacco. High heels, yes. Did she visit the zoo or the ‘wall of death’, I never saw her as that entourage was hard to miss in the old maid class of women out of our  age group of innocence.

We did not smoke, and were on low wages and so all of us at that time were of the impression marriage and a clean house would be our destiny. Heather Mills in the film and Tommy Steele filled the screens in the local Manchester Saturday matinee’s and a choc ice was the best part of the week for a sixteen year old working in a city bakery and then a window dressing facade in the Plaza.

Just as Jimmy Saville came around the Gardens so did Cliff Richard in white suit and sang in these gardens to one of our very models at the gown store. I watched in awe.

Then left Corrie on the tele and the smog and went and joined up in March of 1966.

But fate has  a weird way of making that I resist come to me, I did not want to share my roots, my background and go back at all, and not at all did I want to hear of the Moors Murders.

But in the year 2000 my daughter had a request from someone and the rest is history. I took it on and later many others and changed from medicine to murder and how history repeats itself internationally.

I left it all behind to find that no one else had found that Myra Hindley had not gone out to kill or abduct on any of the nights of the soap being broadcast, not in any of the five known victims. That is powerful.

In 1998 I was at Durham University and formed the hypothesis of marine medicines and the search for antiquity of such practices.I met Rob Gregory, the MD of Aquatique in Manama here and CNN came and filmed so that my work on the oysters of a set region as Bahrain could be assessed. Due to the changes I went and gave this project away to those who could implement it.

I learned during my time at the University of Glasgow Marine sciences course and laboratory at the Isle O Cumbrae at the field Biological Station and Museum to see and observe the natural sessile specimens and how they displayed such as the nudibranch the electrical charges in the water. I learned that in drawing a Hermit Crab under the microscope I was harming it and it was ‘telling’ me in its own way with energy transmitted in waves in the water. I learned stupidity is that which is but a simple second and disaster. Luckily, my live creature lived and was put back and went on to be seen again and again.

During the time I spent in the Natural History Museum and as a Reader at the Welcome Trust, History of Science Technology and Medicine in London which is opposite Euston Railway Station I listened and observed and passed on this source of looking in another way . Brent Turvey, my course tutor in Alaska says ‘always think critically’ and it is a skill of seeing that crab, that oyster, that barnacle as it is for real, and as it lives with understanding of what can harm it and for why?

My work given to Professor Ian Stratford of Manchester University on ‘hypoxia and vent species’ he says was ground breaking and so that work goes on in cancer  research with the University of Bradford since 2002 – 2005.

Am I sad that others use my work for good? No.
Am I sad that I am sat at home whilst others go on to make vast fortunes? No.
Am I greatful?
Yes.

Thus, the late Emiratus Professor Roy Porter who wrote on medicine in antiquity that mentored me then in 2001 at the time of a great decision still does in my mind as a angel that came to an ‘urchin’. A sea urchin then. A species that drills into the core of an oyster and eats the mantle is not me, it does make a mabe pearl as a cemented blister to stop it.

Deep in the dungeons of the British Museum I have seen vast pearls of the aristocracy that will never see the light of day, and so as I graduated and went also to many university round tables, seminars and lectures as ‘one of the boffins’ I am now not that urchin that was unheard.

Something for good is what I am trying to create, if we all share what another might use then that in any form is for good.

The pearl is wisdom exchange and why the above is for you.

http://www.findtravisbaker.com/

Read and pray and please remember this volunteer service that acts as a unit of special people with life skills and vocational skills – for good. Something for good.

It is my hope that we here in UK can as units support by funding a banner on a billboard for the missing as it has incredible powers of prompting conscience and memory. It brings results all over US.

I shall be going to the next tour of the missing by flying in to see Donna in North Carolina and understanding as the two persons from a missing person foundation went this year.  My microscopes will fly with me and metal detecting expert  John and his wife too,  I hope.

The website for learning more of the fate of Travis Baker is above and the news forcasts on the clips.

Please have a heart and say a prayer for the missing are all over the world, and here God or a Higher Being has made a sign of earth that is uncovered and reveals. For me always I think this higher energy as a  cancer/ psychology, radiotherapy and physics post graduate  ( Masters in Medical Frontiers of Science – 2008) Glasgow,  is with that energy released by a void that is opened by love, not hate and infighting as we see so common of vanity in all genders.