Knee Deep in Knightsbridge

Phew! What a morning.
My beautiful boy has just been picked up by his older half-brother for a day of fun and frolics bowling, playing cricket and generally doing 'boys' stuff.
I am thrilled.
My boy loves his bro' very, very much indeed.
I just hope this rain stops. It is pissing it down here in SW3. My loo is in danger of backing up again and water is pouring through the light fitting in the washing machine cupboard under the pavement.

My heart has been lifted.
Yes! It has.
My little kid sister did me the honour of asking me to help her choose her wedding dress.
As I said to her, 'It's the closest I'm ever going to get to one, so why not eh?'

She'd been to various places, none of which had flipped her switches, to use the electrical power-surge vernacular of which I am mortally scared of right now sitting down here in the very wet electrical timebomb that is The Hovel.

I picked her up from Vogue House, where she'd been interviewed by the man in charge of Indian Vogue. She's off to Mumbai with her beloved as he's been posted there for at least six months. It went well. I really hope they can give her some work. She did a stint for Conde Nast Traveller in New York after University, which she loved, and so did they, so fingers crossed. She's top totty is my kid sis'.

So she sets the Sat-Nav' for W11 and we head to a street full of the yummy-ist shops I've been near to in a very long time.
She lead me by the hand into Matches.
Have you heard of it?
My God! It's an emporium of simply THE most beautiful clothes in the world.
Obviously, my purse was kept firmly in my battered old handbag. But it was nice to look.
It felt like another My Fair Lady moment, an early one in the story.
http://www.matchesfashion.com/stores/notting+hill/store-15

Then, we tripped down a cobbled mew to Alice Temperley's shrine to all that is tasteful in the couture clothing department.
www.temperleylondon.com
What a place.
Huge, comfy chairs.
Glasses of chilled Laurent Perrier to help you make that BIG decision.
And elegant, beautiful girls to guide you through the maze that is buying The BIG dress.

What I can tell you is that I cried.
I cried a lot.
Because she looks SO beautiful in the dress that was, so instantly and so obviously, THE ONE.

I got my Amex card out. The one that has been gathering dust for over a year or so now.
It worked and the dress is paid for.
I do hope my dad keeps his word about paying me back don't you?

I've got so into this wedding lark that I have given the happy couple a website as an engagment present.
I thought it was such a good idea, particularly as they are in Mumbai, and they are thrilled.
They can post news up on it and, cunningly I thought, some ideas of what they really want as wedding presents.
For instance, J is most keen on a rather nifty poster that my mate CJ, who deals in rare and vintage posters has got on his website.
So all she has to do is put the link on.
www.cjposters.com
Simple.
Getting married in 2008 is a whole different world innit?

Despite all my woes, and those of my friends, I am so happy for them, their future and everything that is coming their way.
I can't undo what's happened to me and the man I loved so much for 11 very happy years.
If I could, I most certainly would.

Fed up with Federer?
Naffed off with Nadal?
But what a match it as eh?

Did he take a 'non-grunting pill' in the last set?
Why was Gwen Stafani looking so bored rigid?
It was riveting stuff.

All that primetime pre-watershed bum itching must have made Nike wince.
Poor Nadal has a jaunty jock-itch that was as unappealing to look at as it must have been to experience. What was it we used to say to Granny?
'Tickle your arse with a feather.'
'Particularly nasty weather.'

Rachel Johnson - sister of the gorgeous Boris natch - had written in the Sunday Times yesterday morning; 'There's only one thing that might prevent him - Nadal - from lifting the trophy today; his bum is too big. And his shorts are too small.'
Cruel words and, thankfully, for us Nadal fans, the wrong words.
It just goes to show tight pants might be painful but Superman and Batman have managed for years with their downside.

We were lounging about in front of the telly last night after a long and interesting weekend.
There has been so much rain that one of my favourite pubs ever, The Swan at Swinbrook, looks in danger of going underwater again, and just as The Duchess of Devonshire is coming to stay in the lovely new rooms being built for her and the PGs (Paying Guests).
www.theswanswinbrook.co.uk

My mate E is furious that his patent lawyer wants £50 plus VAT just to change his address on their computer system as he's moved literally two doors down the road.
Is this normal practice?
Seems a rip-off to me. My mate V says E should report this joker to The Law Society.
He says he will if he can find a moment in his day. It's all so bloody time consuming this litigation lark innit?
He is about launch the most brilliant pocket-sized game. I've seen the prototpye. It's genius. Looks just like an upmarket cigarette packet, but without the lethal interior items. This game is MUCH better for the brain. Perfect for handbags or coatpockets I'd say.

My son's play was tear-jerking stuff on Friday night. Auntie LL and I sat there with tears rolling down our faces as the little darlings did their thing. It was truly brilliant. Not a dry eye in the house.

The Tesco Express on the A40 halfway to Witney provided Friday nights supper but still didn't stop the inevitable trip to Daylesford for some fresh asparagus, which was on sale! I inched past the Carole Bamford dopplegangers in their immaculate white outfits and bought five bundles at the 'Two For One' price. The girl at the checkout told me to shove another one in my shopping bag as I left.
Needless to say my pee stinks this morning but it really was very good.
www.daylesfordorganic.com

A blissful Saturday afternoon in shadow of Bruern Abbey watching a fiercely contested cricket match fought in and out of deeply annoying rain. My mate D was a triumph in his whites and blue loafers. He hit a couple of whopping great sixes. I wish my boy had been there to see it, as he is obsessed with becoming a great spin-bowler.
www.bruern-holiday-cottages.co.uk

Saturday night we partied in a highly dignified and civilised fashion with Dave Cameron, who was chatting, intriguingly, to Simon Oakes who used to run rather good club nights when I was a girl. Seems he is now something huge in PR. Jeremy Clarkson or The Big Nipple as AA Gill calls him, was tall and gorgeous. I met Mrs J C. She's great. A powerhouse of a lady with a lovely smile. Well, she is married to a man who knows his sea-urchin from his clitoris. And that was lunch at Quo Vadis - nothing rude. Oooooh, and those Van Cutsem boys. They really are chunky hunkys aren't they?
I met a beautiful girl who is one of Cameron's youngest 'Cuties'. She was so great. If she's the future of MPs in this country that the boys and girls in Blue have got to win every seat in the country as this economic depression takes a right-turn to recession.

Talking of depressing. There is exactly one week to go until our Court case commences. A strange thing happened over the weekend. My hair has started coming out in large clumps. Not as large as the clumps of asparagus from Daylesford, but big nonetheless. I've emailed my GP and am waiting to hear what I should do. How do I stop my auburn locks falling to the floor like spaniel's ears?

Today's Good News is that Proteome Sciences is up to 23.5p this morning. Let's hope it keeps going up this week shall we? It would be so much nicer for the judge to see something positive next week. I'm pikcing my boy up at lunchtime. He's had a good weekend with his dad, so that's more good news. He rang at Sparrow's Fart this morning sounding chipper and happier than Larry that he can do two more tricks with the Diablo game I got him last week. Kids eh? Don't you love 'em?

My thought for the day. The one which is cheering me up as I prepare to drive back to London through the pissing rain and inevitable three solid lanes of traffic is the cheefulness of John Cleese during his divorce. When his, soon to be ex Alyce Faye failed to turn up to a court hearing her lawyer said to the judge; 'My client is undergoing a medical procedure.' To which Cleese muttered under his breath; 'I think that means a pedicure.'

Nasty business divorce innit?

www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/food_and_drink/eating_out/a_a_gill/article4218260.ece


www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/rachel_johnson/article4275017.ece


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Song for the day has to be Don't Stop Me Now by the late great Freddie - This one's for Nadal:

Ooooh Dear!
Seems to me that The FMC and his Proteome mates are getting in the most terrible pickle.
Someone has posted up a truly hideous description of someone they think is me.
It's so unpleasant and so untrue I have to just breathe in deeply and ignore.
I'm a clean living mum who loves her 9 year old son - and that is IT.
Jesus.
He, The FMC, is the man I loved for 11 years. The man who lied about his PRM habit to the point that I was given 10 weeks to sell our home and move out, so that he didn't spend that Christmas in jail. I'm not bitter. That's a brown drink in pint glasses.
I just need a home for me and my son.
Not a damp, dark hovel from hell, which is where he's put us.
My son will not sit in his room because he hates the people walking past looking down at him from the pavement. Great place for a 9 year old to grow up innit?

I have my reasons for writing this blog and, as far as I'm concerned, they are all valid ones. The poison pens on the Discussion Boards have darker and dirtier things on their minds and up their sleeves.

But I know damm well who it's from and who it's written by.
As I've said before all I can say is that I am flattered they feel so strongly about my ability to affect the price of PRM.
It's knicker-wetting stuff. It really is.
There's lots of talk of beware of horse's heads and they know where you live today on the ADVFN free BB discussion board.
Not nice.
Nasty men, with bad Proteome habits being horrible about me.

Tell you what guys.
There is nothing wrong with needing a home - there really isn't.
I had mine taken away from me and my son one sunny day last Christmas.
So if you don't like my blog I suggest you go out and buy a nice Jane Austen tome and leave me alone.
I am not doing you any harm.
I most certainly cannot affect the share price of PRM.
So why don't you put your bile to better use?
I'm trying to make some money and get on with my life?
And you?

Phew! Sorry normal readers...but I had to get that off my heaving chest.

http://www.advfn.com/cmn/fbb/thread.php3?id=17465108

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Just got this from one of the ADVFN boys...goes someway to help explain what may or may not be happening with PRM:
The answer to your question about why the price recovered today is that the company issued a 'calming' statement today via the Regulated News Service of the London Stock Exchange saying that it saw no reason for the price fall since the Annual Report and that they expected the recent deal with Thermo Fisher to provide strong cash flow. (It needs to; they burn overheads around £5m pa and they proudly announced that they had received gross income of £800k in the first 5 months of the current year, so we're still losing money at this stage). It then said this:
"In order to allay any shareholder concern over the potential dilution that might theoretically arise from the conversion of the loan from C.D.J. Pearce, the company's Chief Executive, it has today been agreed that, were such conversion to take place, the company would use its best endeavours to enable other shareholders to participate by way of equity subscription on similar terms."
What this means is that, in order to fill the hole in the balance sheet caused by years of accumulated losses, if/when CJP decides to convert his loan to shares, all other shareholders, including the FYC, will be invited to subscribe for more! I bet you can't wait!

4pm - PRM is up to 23 p....Things are looking UP.
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Have a great weekend folks. Stay happy. Enjoy the sunshine. I will. I'm seeing my boy in his play tonight with Auntie LL. She who knows every word of The Sound of Music backwards and sideways. We will have such a laugh I know it.

I am meeting The Father of My Child for breakfast at 8am this morning.
He wants to 'talk.'
Don't wish me Luck. I don't need it. What I need is a f**** miracle.

Let's see how it goes shall we?

It wasn't good.
I'm in tears.
To say it was a disaster doesn't give you the full picture. I'm feeling as low as an old tyre.

I was looking at the shadow of a man I once knew and loved.

A man who looked at the floor. Well, he certainly wasn't looking at his coffee cup or his croissant because he kept missing bits which got stuck to his shirt or fell on his, already grubby, jeans.
He looked at the floor when I asked him where the money from his Pension is?
Because I have a nasty feeling it has disappeared.
And if it has disappeared there is only one place it has gone.
And you cannot buy THAT many women THOSE many boozy dinners.
It will have gone to That Great Proteome Habit In The Sky.

Shall I tell you when I got up and left?
When he said that I have caused him to sell Proteome at 18p!!
THAT is when I got up and walked off down the Old Brompton Road, but not before I reminded him that he has not paid himself a salary since the day I instructed My Rottweiller and that he has left what's left of his Pension sitting there gaining shedloads of interest because he is refusing to draw it down.
He doesn't HAVE to sell Proteome at all.
In short?
He is a LIAR.

I wish I hadn't eaten that baguette and honey.
I've just thrown it up.
Great for the waistline.
Bad for me.


Ref; Proteome Sciences - WILL the shares be suspended?

The guys on the ADVFN Discussion Board have been very helpful. I have asked them to help me try to understand what will happen to this ghastly share that has blighted our life, and now, I discover the Pension that was going to see us through:

Nick Faldo says:
Its not quite as simple as that.
What may happen (if no proper money making deals are done) is a round (or more) of further fund raisings, most likely via discounted share issues (Lowering the price further and diluting existing holdings).
It could drag on indefinitely, until finally just The FMC, goatherd and Peter Snodgrass (who will be well into his hundreds by then) will be left holding.

CrazyCoops tells me:
Suspension is not normally related to share price falls but would tend to occur if the company cannot continue to trade, breaches financial covenants or there is an event that means there is a false market in the shares.
In plain English, PRM shares are unlikely to be suspended for the time being.

And from the_doctor - 3 Jul'08 - 10:21 - 294 of 298
KD
I would advise you that while a number of these posters have got the recent share price slide right, they have based this largely on track record.
Few, if any, have actually looked into the products to see if, as the company is saying, they will come good.
Even if you dont trust Mr Pearce, dont forget that the company has collaborations with high calibre academic institutions (that could/will drive commercial deals), deals with some of the best in the industry (Thermo Fisher, BioMerieux) and industry-govt sponsored programmes (InnoMed, sens-it-iv etc.)
While these posters may continue to get it right, I suggest you question both their motives and also, whether they are really in a position to assess not the company's past, but its future prospects.

Monte1 has GOT IT in one;
monte1 - 3 Jul'08 - 10:31 - 296 of 314 (premium)
With respect the_doctor, I do not believe that KD gives a stuff for PRM, its science or its prospects except to the extent that her (previous) significant other, has p*ssed away her and their progeny's future financial well being on an ill-advised series of forays into PRM shares. Her efforts are now, i would imagine, concentrated in arresting the decline and recovering as much of their financial entitlements as possible.

Prambigear says;
For it is the same Mr Pearce who has provided such enthusiastic and overblown "forecasts" of the future for Proteome. True, the worst of these excesses were not "official" company pronouncements (Mr Pearce is too clever for that) and those that were official were very carefully crafted with "get out" clauses. However, he has a close bunch of wealthy (now not so wealthy) friends through whom for more than 5 years has been talking not tens of millions, not even hundreds of millions of worth in the company, but BILLIONS! There are some (FMC perhaps included?) who STILL "believe"!

There must have been ample opportunity with the setbacks in "timing" that occurred for Pearce to have dampened the enthusiasm, but he could not bring himself to put out the equivalent of a "profit warning" (Profit.... what's that all about!). Instead, he made press releases saying that "several parties were now being considered", referring to "an auction of interested parties". It may have been true, but....

My own greed (to be honest) made me follow this man and this company and it has cost me several tens of thousands, but then those are "my level" of BIG figures. If I had been worth what FMC was worth, I might well be in the same position.

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11.26am UPDATE from my real life. The one I'm trying to get on with:

The Bitch From Hell
My mate X is one of my favourite friends in the world.
We share the same adversary in The Sloaney Pony.
She is SO brave and SO strong and very, very beautiful.

Anyway, X was feeling a little tired and emotional the other night.

No one was around and so she ended up desperate dialling and inviting her 'so-called' friend round or The BFH - Bitch From Hell - as we shall now refer to her. She was all 'lovey' and 'darling poor you' as she arrived at X's flat her for a drink and a girly chat.

BIG f**** mistake.

As you do. Particularly, in the privacy of your own home and within the confines of a bottle of Waitrose's best Pinot Grigio she proceeded to open up her achy - shakey heart.

The one that misses her man. The one that hates living alone in her mid-40s, just like the rest of us.

After several minutes of weeping and boring herself rigid , she noticed a flash on The BF H 's ’s phone!
She had been filming poor X, on her mobile, as she wailed about about her inner most thoughts !
CAN YOU F***** Imagine!
She then, no doubt, hot-footed it to The Wine Bar Hell to triumphantly show The Guys.

Two questions:
1. WHY would a late Forties old soak do this?
and
2. HOW will she be able to afford defending the libel suit I am currently helping X put together with Steeles Law for all sorts of things? Filming people for fun like that is totally actionable. She's like the Hoodie From Hell.

She has 'GOT IT COMING' as they said in Chicago.

JUST got to say I LOVED Marco Pierre White's programme last night. Bloody brilliant. My favourite bits were when he ordered a pint of Cider, said it helps to be a bit pissed to shoot well and then missed the rabbit! God! That made me laugh. Marvellous TV.
I loved the pig that looked like his wife, that he was somewhat nervous of the Highland Steers and that his driver Mr Sushi is, quite obviously, very car-proud.

Funny to open HELLO! bagOShite in my hairdressers and see Ronnie Wood's daughter Leah splashed all over it saying how happily she and her new hubby have been for 11 long years. That's a load of bollocks. She buggered off with my mate A's boyfriend for a couple of them. Broke her heart it did.
Some people eh?
The truth will always out.

2.15pm - OHMYGOD! Proteome is going UP!!!
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That's 22.5p - UP 4.5p !!! Hooray!!!


Today's clip? Has to be Renee Z - He Had It Coming from my favourite musical ever CHICAGO. Oooh, they don't make them like they used to do they?

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19 p a share? OhmyGOD!
This is a sick movie. I can't believe it's actually my life. Everything we have is tied up in this madness called Proteome Sciences.
And, it's time to sell. He has no choice. He owns millions of them.
This is absolutely dire.
I don't know what to say right now. As always this lot do:
http://www.advfn.com/cmn/fbb/thread.php3?id=17465108

This is what I'd written but it all seems so bloody pointless now.
It's jumping off cliffs time.

My mate W is so broke today, thanks to her dreadful ex refusing to give her any money at all, that she cannot put petrol in her car - the one she equally cannot get serviced - and drive her kids about. So they are walking everywhere. Which, as she can't afford the K & C Resident's Parking Permit either OR the Congestion Charge, is probably for the best anyway. It just goes to show, there's always someone worse off than yourself isn't there?

Great night out with my naughty mate C.
A cheap, alcohol-free supper at La Famiglia, next to Andy Murray, was OK.
A bit dull culinary wise - the sardines are still with me. It would be great if he beat Nadal tonight but do you think it's going to happen? I don't. Nadal is sex on a stick isn't he?
AM was more exciting than the food though.
But we love the garden and it was great to talk.

Girly chat included the joys of a 24 year old toyboy, the agony of starting HRT and not feeling horny when your 40 year old boyfriend is up for it every night, the wonderfulness of feeling amazing, looking great and being totally in control. Seeing Through Their Plastic Macs...as my mate C would say.

I would imagine that The Father of My Child is stuck in bed with an appalling post-birthday hangover judging from the messages he sent me last night which shall remain private for the time being.
Proteome ending the day at 22p a share was not the best start to a wild night out was it really?

I will get back to you with something more serious later in the day....bit busy right now. I am going to attempt to talk to The FMC and see if there is a chance of us sorting this mess out before we hit court in 12 days time. I do hope we can talk. I really do. I have decided to text his best mate. It's got to be worth a try hasn't it?

Will keep you posted..... The FMC sent me a text at 9.33am saying let's have lunch. I sent him several texts during the morning bemoaning the fall of Proteome. Lunchtime came and went. No FMC. No nothing. My lawyer has sent him a decent proposal. Nothing.
It's a drama of his making.
A drama he doesn't want to deal with.
I have just sent him a text saying that I have been here at my desk ALL DAY waiting for him to call,turn up, whatever and nothing.
Where is he?
In the pub? Playing tennis? Who knows? But whatever he is doing it is NOT sorting this dire mess out.
And THAT we can tell the judge.

Today I want to say a huge thank you and give a big hug to all the wonderful black cab drivers I've spent time with recently zooming up to Fleet Street and back. I love you all. You are, without doubt, the kindest bunch of blokes I've ever met. I have taken a straw poll of male opinion from you lot and it's been a shock. You are nothing like my soon to be ex. And I mean that in the nicest possible way. God bless you for your kindness and understanding. You make my tawdry life look like a walk in a summer meadow. Don't know how you do it and remember to indicate left. I really don't.

1.30pm - I have just been sent this by some lawyer mates of mine in Mayfair. Honestly! They are all grown-ups but have spent this morning giggling behind their briefs reading this and sending it round London:
Mr Cadbury and Miss Rowntree met on a Double Decker.
It was After Eight.
She was from Quality Street , he was a Fisherman's Friend.
On the way they stopped at a Yorkie Bar, he had a Rum and Butter, she had a Wine Gum.

He asked her name, "Polo, I'm the one with the hole" she said.
"I'm the one with the nuts," he thought! Then he touched her Milky Way.

They checked in to a hotel, and went straight to the bedroom.
Mr.Cadbury turned out the light for a bit of Black Magic.

It wasn't long before he slipped his hand into her Snickers and
felt her Cream Egg. He fondled her Flap Jacks then he showed her his Curly Wurly and Tic Tacs.

Miss Rowntree wasn't keen to have any Jelly Babies, so she let
him take a trip down Bourneville Boulevard via her Party Ring.
He was pleased as he always fancied a bit of Fudge.
It was a magic moment as she let out a scream of Turkish Delight.

When he pulled out his fun size Mars Bar it felt a bit Crunchie.
She wanted more, but he needed Time Out, however, he noticed her Pink Wafers looked very appetizing. He did a Twirl, had a Picnic in her Sherbet Dip and finished off by giving her a Gob Stopper!

Unfortunately, Mr Cadbury then had to go home to his wife, Caramel.
Sadly, 3 days later his Magnum lolly started to drip. It turned out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Basset who had Allsorts!!!

5pm - Just got THIS from Monte1 on the ADVFN Discussion Board. These boys are so funny. God knows what they do all day but I love them and they sure know about Proteome and shares and STUFF:

monte1 - 2 Jul'08 - 15:33 - 272 of 277 (premium)
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see! Me and exclaimed delightedly: 'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.'

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.

Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.
Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes.
The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signalled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!'


5.26pm - The End of a VERY long day. Proteome is now at 18p. This HAS to be a record. Pass the Sickbag Alice:
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It's The Father of My Child's birthday today. He's 66.
Too old for all this crap.
I'm feeling a little bit bad coz I forgot.
But then he 'forgot' to give me the birthday card our son wrote out for me and I found on his kitchen table three months after my birthday.
Tit For Tat? Yes.
Am I bovvered?
No, I ain't.

Proteome has been rallying in celebration.
An alltime LOW celebration.

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Because today Boys and Girls its 22 little pennies at teatime!
If he's taking one of his aged girlfriends out for supper at Poule au Pot or Zianis or Le Colombier tonight he'd need to be shifting at least 681 of them to cover a basic dinner pour deux bill of £150.
But hell why not!
You're only 66 once.
Shall I call the restaurants and see if they'll take Proteome shares as payment?

I wonder if he'll be able to blow all those candles out?
Or is he in the Cardiac Arrest Ambulance?

6.35am - That bloody woman is up tub-thumping about above my head. She's not only ruined my, much-needed beauteous sleep, she has put on her godforsaken dishwasher. The one that must have been last serviced in the 1950's.
I hate it down here in The Hovel.
Noise abuse from dawn to dusk.

Oodles to tell you from my five hours with the legal eagles that soar over and above the Gray's Inn Road.
It's exhausting being me at the moment. All work has to be put aside. The ironing doesn't get done and the fridge is a mess. I left The Hovel at 2pm and got back at 9pm my head swimming with legalities, facts and figures.

First up that gorgeous hunk Rhory Robertson at Steeles Law. He is a Collosus at the Round Table of Litigation.
He doesn't DO small talk.
No chit-chat with this man. Oh no.
Well, he did tell me that he is happily in the middle of Claire Tomalin's Jane Austen biography, but that really was about it.
Straight to the chase.

Why? He wants to know has The Father of My Child's solicitor, The Sloaney Pony, written a letter to my agent demanding that this blog be closed down?
Not to me. My name is not mentioned.
She talks about contempt, defamatory and breach of Civil Procedure but to my agent pas moi.
Bewildering isn't it?
I have no contempt towards The Sloaney Pony. I think she is doing a great job given the circumstances the poor woman finds herself in having been dis-instructed and then re-instructed at such a late date. No SP, I think you are the tops.
He just doesn't get it.
He sent her a letter last week asking her to explain which particular planet she is on but, as yet, no response.
I will, as they say, keep you posted.

I walked down the Gray's Inn Road, the area of London in which I grew up, before my parent's got divorced. It hasn't changed much, but I have. My feet took me south through the myriad of streets that make up real Old London. I managed to find my way into Bolt Court the back way which pleased me. It's not an easy one. I really do enjoy walking those mean streets. They are not only beautiful, they are steeped in our fabulous history.
I took a photograph of my boy under a Fleet Street sign last week when we dropped off some documents to The Rottweiller early on a Sunday morning. Well, he's doing Sweeny Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street at school, so he was thrilled to be near the scene of the crime. We searched for a pudding pie shop in vain, but we did find a Starbucks.

And then into The Lair of Bradders. The gorgeous hunk that is my barrister. The man who knows more about me than I do myself.
He astounds me.
He has read every word. His lovely, kind eyes must be so tired.
His cunning and crafty cerebral cortex bored shitless by me and my ghastly mess of a life.
But no! He's still smiling. Still got a long arm to put around my shoulders.
He has inched through every box. I saw at least ten boxes. It wouldn't surprise me if there are a lot more.
He is calm, civilised and a very clever man indeed.

Not quite sure whether he is Buzz Lightyear or Hugh Grant?
Praps he's a combo of the two - SuperHero twinned with pin-up good looks.
Whatever, one must never judge a book by it's cover.
Bradders is no Himbo.
He's a formidable hunk of cerebral concrete.
He really is.

Post meeting there was a brief catch-up. A chance to unwind and exchange pleasantries. Not so pleasantries.
And so forth.
Heard a fabby story about a male client of a legal mate whose wife tried to convince the court she had a back problem so could not work. She went so far as to get herself admitted into a hospital and have lumbar punctures and all sorts. She bought herself a pair of crutches and hobbled around. What she didn't notice was the private eye following her the day she took her Platinum American Express out for a burn up and down Sloane Street. Apparently, the pictures of her heaving brown Louis Vuitton bags into the back of a taxi are a joy to behold. Which just goes to show that fibbing ain't good. Doesn't it?

http://www.steeleslaw.co.uk/contact-us.aspx

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2pm - Just got this from the ADVFN Discussion Board thread on Proteome I've been chattering away on. It's very interesting. You should have a look. Anyway, this bloke J just put this on. I LOVE it:
j - 1 Jul'08 - 14:02 - 148 of 154

This could turn into a real laugh - virtual PRM-ers meet virtual Bridget Jones. What's the title? "Where two threads meet?". The drinkies could indeed be fun, KD, but you have to be careful you're in with the right crowd as there are several quite different 'tribes' within the followers. After the AGM I usually make for the door like a scalded cat, but those 'close to the company' troop into a tea-and-biscuits area to schmooze the Directors who fill their ears with the sort of phrases they want to hear ("....shifting the equilibrium to generating sustainable and growing revenue...." (2004) is the sort of thing) which they then trot out here saying they 'have it from a good source' while the mad scientists repair to a nearby winebar to salivate over talk of oligonucleotides and moan about the price of sandwiches in London. Either might not provide the fun'n'gossip you are looking for. Take your lead from N, as to the 'in-crowd'! (and, despite what others may say, it is possible both to be a PRM shareholder and apply a jaundiced eye to their stuttering progress towards the prosperity they promise and we crave!)

http://www.advfn.com/cmn/fbb/thread.php3?id=17465108&from=133

The joys of getting post sent onto us from our ex-family house.
The large one, in the leafy square, off the Kings Road.
Is that I get to open it.

Today?

A marvellous letter from the DVLA. From A Mr Lewis-Jones of the Drivers Customer Services no less.

They have written to The Father Of My Child post the having his driving licence taken away for two years debacle after way too much Stella Artois to quench an hour on court with the boys.

They have thanked him for returning his driving licence Counterpart Issue number 69a.
But they are wondering where the other licence is. The one numbered 70a ?
If he can't return it could he please explain why he cannot do so?

Where could that naughty licence be?
Do you think it's sitting in his passport hoping to get an airing in France this summer?

6.45am - I have just been woken up by that fuckwit of a woman upstairs.
What was she doing?
Pruning and weeding the flowers outside my bedroom window with a force and a vigour I did not know was possible to confront a plant with.
Poor things. They must have been quaking in their pretty purple shells. She culled the clematis and dished it out on the daisies. The pansies perished at the thought.
And I got woken up.
Woken up too early.
I have a very long day ahead of me and was planning on staying in bed until 7.30am this morning. A lie-in on a Monday morning I hear you cry. But hell why not.
I didn't sleep all weekend thanks to the melatonin running out last Thursday so I am genuinely tired.
Can I slap an ASBO on a 60 year old woman with a bad attitude to other people's life and privacy?
Dunno, but I'm going to find out. Silly Cow.
She can take her pompous pruning tool and shove it up her manure heap as far as I'm concerned.
I need every second of beauty sleep available to me.

On the bright side?
I've got loads to do and it IS a beautiful day.

The Father of My Child informed me with glee yesterday morning that he has reported me to The FSA - Financial Services Authority - so apparently I am going to hear from them today.
It should be interesting.
He wants to know, of course, how I found out that he has been dumping thousands of Proteome Sciences shares without telling me or my legal representatives on earth. He should know by now that Project Shock and Awe is here, there and every blooming where.
But illeagal it ain't.
Underhand, it maybe. But all is fair in love and war innit?

www.fsa.gov.uk

Apparently they are a fearsome bunch. But have I done something wrong?
I don't think so.
Neither do my lawyers.
So let's see what they have to say shall we?

The FMC also announced that he has booked a week at Club Med in Greece so that our boy will not be coming with me and his godfather G to see Diana Ross at Petworth Castle on July 11th.
Turned out to be totally untrue as he can't take our boy out of the country without my say so, as I am the custodial parent.
But it gives you a nasty taste in the mouth doesn't it.
Guess the pressure is on with just FOURTEEN days to go until we walk through the doors of The Family Division in High Holborn.

Over the weekend a mate of mine rang and asked me if The FMC is on the board of Proteome?
I have no idea. How would I find that out? Is it important? I don't know.
What I DO know is that he has more shares than Proteome's MD Chris Pearce.
Does that mean he get's an invite?

The boys on the ADVFN discussion boards are suggesting they have a whip round. Give me some Proteome shares and get me along to the AGM in July. Not sure it's my cup of tea. But if they want me to go who am I to refuse eh?

At 3pm I see Rhory The Raging Torrent From Hell at Steele's to discuss The FMC's solicitor The Sloaney Pony's attempts to close this blog down.

Then it's a trit and a trot to Bolt Court to meet with My Rottweiller Julia and our barrister Bradders.
I haven't seen him since February and the jolly lunch we had at El Vinos to celebrate how well the last FDR hearing went.
We are having a pre-Court run through.

This morning is also THE morning that Sandra from The Child Support Agency's Lytham Office tells me what their decision is on our case.
She knows that I am meeting with Bradders. She knows that it's important. And, she promised me that she would tell me this morning exactly what they have decided despite The FMC's inability/refusal to answer their questions in the aftermath of him telling them that he earns under £5 a week.
www.csa.gov.uk

So it's arseypoos in Gear this morning. I have a lot to do before I head East to the Land of London's Lawyers.

There's not much to tell you about my weekend that hasn't been said already.
The FMC shoved a three page letter through my door telling me to disinstruct my lawyer.
I rang him back and said I would if he gave me a written proposal.
He spoke to my lawyer and told her that he doesn't give a F*** what any judge says and that he is going 'Walkabout.'
He hasn't done that and so we go on.

My lawyer mate V did tell me that a mouse has been shitting in her Hermes Kelly bag. They have a bad infestation just off Kensington High Street apparently.
That made me laugh.
As we walked across Sloane Square towards the Bamford Sale we passed a gentleman of the road, sitting on the pavement flogging The Big Issue. He was on his mobile phone. You get a better class of tramp here in SW3 don't you?

11.30am - Someone VERY naughty indeed has been circulating this email to Chris Pearce MD of Proteome Sciences about me and my little blog. Disgraceful don't you think?

From: ??
To: Christopher Pearce
Sent: Friday, June 27, 2008 9:45 AM
Subject: This appearing on the BB is a disgrace

This is the Chelsea Propery guy who had 2.9% and is getting divorced. Written by his bitter and twisted ex wife leaking into the market he is selling.

Nick Faldo - 27 Jun'08 - 09:32 - 36326 of 363

This from todays Kneedeep:
Own up, who is it?
The FMC has dumped over 100,000 Proteome shares this week alone. Imagine? At 23p? Their lowest price ever? And, not telling me or my legal representatives on earth?
Who The Hell does he think he is?


Moi!?
Leaking into the market?
What is he on?
I'm just a sad sap whose naughty soon to be ex-husband is not telling me and my lawyers when he's disposing of his assets.
Nowt to do with Proteome and its lousy share price. Methinks they are too big for their boots.

I know exactly who it is...but I'm not telling.
On second thoughts, a Fiver would do it............

Does owning half the flats in a garden square make any difference to the behaviour of the arseholes who live in it?
No, of course it doesn't.
An email sent To The Father of My Child, who owns many of the apartments in this garden square, at 6pm on Sunday night:

'I am unsure whether you are administering the rental of the Ground Floor Flat at No. XX or not.
What I do know is that the large, spotty and, quite obviously childless, blonde woman who lives there was today, deeply unpleasant towards me, my friends and their children.

We were sat in the Gardens, drinking tea.
It was a Sunday. A day that people play in gardens with their children. Particularly in June.
All the kids were having a lovely, happy time. Nothing bad about that.

At approximately 4.30pm a very red-faced, possibly drunk, man in a blue shirt stormed over to us all and demanded we stop our children from playing in the garden. He was offensive in the extreme.
The rules of the garden are that kids can play as long as they are supervised.
I went over to talk to these people, who I did not know.

At that point I had no idea that it was R's old flat No. XX Gdns, SW3.
R was his first wife who died of stomach cancer over Christmas 2006. She very sadly died, taking with her over £20 million in property and cash, which her two sons now administer.

As they were being so offensive I took their photograph on my Blackberry.
This seemed a good idea, as they also had some, equally large, alcoholic looking American blonde woman on the balcony up on the first floor opposite, shouting at me at the same time.

I was polite and simply asked for their house number and name, at which point she got incredibly abusive and said amongst other things:

1. I know 'exactly' who you are. YOur reputation precedes you.
2. Have you read the rules of this garden?
3. Your children are not being properly cared for.
4. You have left rubbish all over the garden.
5. You do not care for the garden.
6. Those kids are not allowed to play in the garden and they should be removed from the garden.

There was no basis for their complaint.
The kids were being absolutely lovely and sweet on a summer's afternoon.

They are renters. They do not own the property. Who on earth do they think they are to start policing the Garden Square?

They are tenants of you, and or, your sons.
It is totally unacceptable that they feel they can behave as if they own the Garden Square.

I am totally fed up of being abused by you both legally, mentally and physically. I MUST be allowed to live my life in peace and tranquility.

This is one of the many reasons why I cannot bring up a 9 year old boy here in the basement of this shitpit I call The Hovel.
If a child is not allowed to play on a Sunday, in a nice way, within a happy family group, when IS he allowed to play.

This flat is a torment.
The people above, with their wooden floor and endless arguments is a constant torment.
I must be allowed to live elsewhere. It is intolerable living here if I cannot enjoy the garden square on a June Sunday with my cilivised friends ALL of whom hold down good jobs and are proper people and responsible and loving parents.'

Do the management company do anything? No, of course they don't Malcolm:
www.abbottmanagement.co.uk

To top it all?
The Father of My Child has just rung at 6.30pm asking to say goodnight to his son.
EVERYONE but The FMC knows that this is the ONE weekend of the YEAR he has to stay in school.
What a COMPLETE tosser he is.

7.15am - My boy just rang.
He often rings me at Sparrow's Fart to tell me that he loves me.
He's my early morning alarm clock of Love.
I tell him I love him too and that I'll be driving down the M40 to watch him in his cricket match tomorrow.

Off for my run round Hyde Park with V, my lawyer mate, to discuss Life, The Universe and attempts being made to close this blog down.
More of which later after a very cold shower.
What I can tell you is that I have instructed the fearsome Rhory Robertson of Steeles to tell The Sloaney Pony exactly where she can shove it.
http://www.steeleslaw.co.uk/profile.aspx?id=97
Described in Chambers as 'Punchy and fearless' Rhory is a red-top man. He is used to 'guttersnipes' like myself. Complete and utter 'showers' who have the temerity to poke fun at those that need a good rib-tickling. Bring it on say I.

I mean who wouldn't be giggling, and somewhat hurt, at the notion that, having spent four months nurturing my 100 page statement I have been told that his side haven't even started their affadavit yet and are intending to write it in one day this Sunday?
Is that rude? Or is it stupid? Or does it simply reflect The FMC's attitude to these proceedings?
A mighty combo' of both I would suggest.

I never look at failure as an option but I suppose that's what they could be looking at firmly in the face - don't you?

One of my many littles moles tells me that The FMC has dumped over 100,000 Proteome shares this week alone. Imagine? At 23p? Their lowest price ever? And, not telling me or my legal representatives on earth? Don't worry he's got loads more of the motherfuckers.
Who The Hell does he think he is?

I would imagine he will be using that money to pay his legal costs won't you?

One doesn't get the feeling that me and my son are Top of his Hit Parade right now. Still no word on a place to live or something to live on and so we go to Court in 16 very short, hideously expensive days.

Glad to see they are back up to 25 p this morning, but it's a bit late for The FMC isn't it?

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Back from cold shower. Hyde Park is heaving with security. Blacked out windows and sound-checks. I saw Amy Winehouse and Annie Lennox getting ready for tonight's big Raise a Big Hand to Mighty Mr Mandela and his incredible 90 years. From what I saw it wouldn't surprise me if Madge herself jumps out for a bout of Material Girl. It's rockin' up there in the Park.

2.30pm - Just back from a scary trip to Tim Walker's exhibition at The Design Museum with a client. Totally awesome. What a brilliant man he is. She's hoping to buy some of his bigger images for her new gaffe. I say GoForItGirl.
www.designmuseum.org/exhibitions/2008/timwalker
A lorry shed oil on The Embankment. It has taken us two hours to get back with, for some strange reason, no coverage on my Blackberry. Are we in the middle of a terrorist alert? The police told us that they are going to have to dig the road up and resurface it as they cannot wash the oil off. Jesus! What a nightmare.

Even worse nightmare is the handwritten letter from The FMC, shoved through my letterbox, telling me to disinstruct My Rottweiller today and he will dis-instruct his Sloaney Pony today.
Not a chance Big Fella.
At 4pm today we are slapping an injunction on him for flogging off all those Proteome shares and trying to hide the proceeds Gawd Knows Where.
It's turning into a fascinating afternoon. It truly is.

Off to Glastonbury this weekend?
Nah, me neither.

www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk

PS - My first ever GIVE US A MENTION corner:
I don't know WHO the hell Alf Godson is but the boys on the ADVFN Discussion Boards, well particularly 'Nick Faldo' have asked I give him a high five. So here we go:

Hello Alf Godson!

And, because I hear you all read KDIK:

Hello All you boys at Credit Suisse!

Have a Great Weekend Everyone wherever you are. Be careful out there. It's a Jungle.

I've just been sent this marvellous article from The Estates Gazette website.
I know it looks a little bit on the dry side but try and read it.
Because it means one thing.
And one thing only.
The large redbrick house opposite The Hovel IS enfranchisable.
Something we have known all along despite someone's vehement protestations.....

London estates lose Lords enfranchisement battle
Christian Metcalfe 25/06/2008 15:10

The Howard de Walden and Cadogan estates have lost a House of Lords battle with head tenants over enfranchisement claims.

This morning, the Law Lords gave a unanimous verdict in the cases of Earl Cadogan v 26 Cadogan Square Ltd and Howard de Walden Estates Ltd v Aggio.

Lawyers for the head tenants successfully argued that a non-resident head tenant of a block of flats was entitled to a lease extension of each individual flat within the block.

The Leasehold Reform, Housing and Urban Development Act 1993 enlarged leaseholders’ rights by conferring rights of collective enfranchisement on qualifying tenants together with individual rights enabling such tenants to extend their leases for 90 years.

In 2002, the legislation was amended so that it would no longer be necessary to satisfy a residency condition in order to take advantage of the 1993 Act.

This opened the door to claims by head tenants for extensions to leases of flats that had not been sublet to qualifying tenants.

In the case of Aggio, the Court of Appeal overturned that decision and the head tenants appealed.

Allowing the head tenants’ appeal, Lord Neuberger of Abbotsbury said that “as a matter of statutory language” it was clear that the head tenant of a property which includes a flat can be a “tenant” of that flat for the purposes of the 1993 Act, and accordingly there was no reason to exclude such a tenant from the ability to claim an extended lease under the Act.

Lord Neuberger went on to say “nor is there a good argument to the contrary based on the alleged practical difficulties, inconsistencies or oddities resulting from this conclusion” as those could be resolved, if not between landlord and tenant, then by the Leasehold Valuation Tribunal.

Following judgment, Rachel Morrish, Property Litigation solicitor at Speechly Bircham, the law firm which acted for Howard de Walden, said: “The decision will leave landlords and their professional advisers, and ultimately the already overburdened LVT, to resolve these practical difficulties with little or no guidance from the legislation.”

christian.metcalfe@rbi.co.uk

www.cadogan.co.uk

Let's hope that nice chap at those fancy Pont Street property lawyers are doing their stuff so we have somewhere to live for years to come eh?
www.pglaw.co.uk