From the personal blog of William Munday, retrieved 23/03/2014
Curiouser and Curiouser
Will keep this private, it’s pretty much a ‘note to self’. Maybe I’ll let a few of you see it with permissions controls.
Been here too long and the landlady is really starting to get on my tits. She keeps going through my things when I leave for the day. I appreciate she has to tidy up but I’ve been stuck here over a week now trying to make sense of all this and she’s had a lot of my money. A bit of privacy wouldn’t hurt too much.
I know she’s been going through uncle’s things I’ve stored there for research. Sticking her nose in. She knows I know too and I’ve been getting strange, synchronised glares from her and her other guests every morning over my Crunchy Nut. I hope I can wrap this up soon.
I miss London, the easy access to things to do. If you’re not a student there’s not a huge amount to do here and I have to go out every day while Mrs Nosey pokes around my stuff. I am so bored of pubs you have no idea.
It’s not like I’m that isolated, I have the internet, but I dread opening my mailbox or social media because every time I do there’s a dozen crazy messages from DI Grass about his bizarre conspiracy theories.
RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: WHAT’S THE CONNECTION???
He keeps asking and there isn’t one, its coincidence plus paranoia. What do they call it? False pattern recognition? Apophenia I think. I can’t even be bothered to Google it.
Yet in spite of all this, I still need to know what’s going on. I’ve got an appointment tomorrow that might shed some light.
Mr Wilcox, he of the scraggly beard and Klein bottle fixation, was committed. He got arrested trying to steal money and then babbled enough convincing nonsense at the arresting officers over a long enough period that he got committed. The police and his parents asked a few questions since I’d been poking around and that was suspicious but while they were talking to me I was talking to them and I found out something interesting.
Mr Wilcox had been getting payments through the university for some time related to his participation in some experiment or other. I chased it up with my good friends in admin, worked my charm (and a big packet of Ginger Nuts) and lo and behold I have an appointment with a Doctor Lang at John Radcliffe Hospital tomorrow to talk about it. A very nervous sounding Doctor Lang at that.