Still no joy with the laptop

Had no luck finding my laptop, am really seriously stuck. Am hoping for an honest person who might actually find it and hand it in somewhere, or post a message online, or whatever people do when they find stuff. I’m still willing to give out the 500 quid to the first person who can help me find it. Check out all the details on the last post.

500 quid if you can give me a hand!

Just dunno how to get in touch with Liz – I’m pinning all my hopes on getting my laptop back, as the police couldn’t find it on the thief. Maybe I lost that myself? I usually take it everywhere with me, so I guess I could of dropped it when my whole memory loss thing happened.

It’s got to be somewhere.

It’s a small black Philips laptop – looked it up online and found the product number etc – it’s 12NB5800, with a 12” screen. When you turn it on the log-in box should show my name – either James or James Hill, can’t remember. I had some gold stars stuck to it as well, on the top, probably peeling off by now. I presume it was last seen around the end of March somewhere in Norfolk, probably near Wretham or Colton. Anyone got any ideas?

As well as helping me get back in touch with Liz, I’m pretty sure it’ll have the novel I’ve been writing, not to mention about a year’s worth of stuff I had on it already. I REALLY NEED IT!! If you can help me find it, I’ll give you what I’d spend on a new one – 500 quid. I’m not exactly rolling in dosh so I can only afford one reward – first person to find my laptop and email me at jameshill83@gmail.com gets the cash. You can check out the legal stuff here.

The ultimatum

Right, I met the barmaid who’d been talking to Liz and found out what happened…

So apparently Liz was over from the US, working her way round England and had about a month left when we met. We got close, really really close, so she delayed her flight back. When we started talking about our future apparently we had a terrible row and she gave me an ultimatum – to meet her to discuss everything before she flew back, or it would all be over.

Only this is obviously when my memory collapsed so I never arrived, and now she’ll have flown home. From the note i found, I’m guessing I’d decided she was the one for me and I was going to propose! Shit this is heavy stuff. I don’t really know what to do. It’s been a long day – hoping I’ll wake up with a plan.

Lizzy really exists

Right, so am up in Norfolk and I’ve found out a LOT. I went to the Ugly bug inn and the barman recognised me, said I used to come in quite a lot with a girl called Liz!

He said she’d been in one night the week before waiting for me to turn up, only obviously I didn’t. She was seriously upset and ended up spilling out the whole story to one of the barmaids – she’s not on a shift til tonight so I’m going to go back and talk to her then…

I found out who liz is!

Stephen from Renfrewshire found her on the ugly bug inn website in the gallery section. She’s called Liz Jackson – check this out http://uglybuginn.co.uk/gallery.php

She’s totally the type of girl I’d go for! I’ve been staring at that photo for hours just trying to imagine knowing her, going out with her. Its SO weird. To think how close we must be. Or were…

Anyway I’ve been manically googling Elizabeth Jackson, Lizzy Jackson, Liz Jackson and every other sodding Jackson but there are just too many of them so I’ve decided to ditch the hospital visits and go straight up there to visit the pub and see if anyone knows me. Or knows her more like. I’m half scared, half mega excited. I’ve been worrying that she’ll know everything about me and I won’t know anything about her. Hope I like her. And that she still likes me. Shit. Too late to worry now. Just need to borrow a car and whizz back up to Norfolk. Scary…

P.s. Thank you soooo much Stephen, I don’t feel like the camera’s enough to thank you with but hope you have fun with it.

My camcorder, it’s yours if you can help, am in serious need now

Haven’t quite come to terms with this yet but I think my suspicions might be right. Just got a call from the police and they’ve caught the guy who ransacked the cottage – they recovered my stereo, wallet, ipod, and my phone with no sodding sim card in, as well as a silver ring… with esto perpetua engraved on the inside. HELP.

 

I mean me, proposing to someone?? This girl, whoever she is, must be wondering where on earth I am. If only I knew her surname I could try n get hold of her. All I’ve really got to go on is the note – i know she’s called either Liz or Lizzy, and that I was gonna to meet her at this UBI place at 8pm. It’s got a barman so must be a pub or bar or a restaurant I guess. There’s half a phone number and the beginning of an address – this mean anything to anyone? If I can find the place then maybe I can find the girl.

 

Anyone know anyone who knows a Liz, Lizzy or an Elizabeth? Pleeeaase forward this on if you do. Or know anywhere I can look online? I really really need some help – I’ve been staring round my room and the only thing I can think of to give away in return is my camcorder. It’s a Canon MD140 which is a goodie – worth about 200 quid. I hardly use it so it’s in mint condition, with all the booklets, cables etc. I’ve only got one so I guess I’ll give it to the first person who helps me find this lizzy girl. All I really need is a surname then I can probably do the rest myself, so just email me at jameshill83@gmail.com.  

P.s. Promise I’ve got a reward, you can check out the legal bit here: http://jameshill83.wordpress.com/legal-stuff/

Liz, Lizzy, who are you??

I’ve been rifling through the rest of my stuff from the cottage and I found a scrunched up piece of paper in one of my books. Is a bit weird – it’s in my handwriting…

EH??? I’m not the swish type to order champagne for no reason. And I know the words esto perpetua from a book I read once, it means forever. So who the hell is liz, or lizzy maybe, and why am I saying I want to be with her forever>?? And a RING? I feel weird even writing this and hopefully I’m totally over reacting, but doesn’t this seem a bit like I’m asking her to spend the rest of her life with me… was I proposing?????

Sorted!

We’ve got it, thank god! James Pate found a website that explains everything, take a look www.theiocollective.org Thanks so much to everyone else who tried to help too, I MASSIVELY appreciate it.

Glad to know I haven’t got involved in some freako cult. But the book I’m writing just seems crazier and crazier – either I got bored of the guy who writes his own future plot line or I was messing around with a few different ideas. This one seems much more interesting, just want my laptop back so I can read more.

There’s still so much I need to work out – where the rest of my stuff is, whether it was nicked or I lost it, who I met while I was away, what I was doing….

Anyway, I’ll keep you posted.

P.s. Was messing around with the camera, made this for a bit of help from YouTube. How many can you remember? If you get 20 I think you may just be a genius. Might test a few mates and see who’s the superbrain…

So what is this symbol? I found a few things that might be useful…

I’ve been staring at the pages in my notebook and it seems like there’s a group, a collective, who believe there’s life elsewhere in the universe, which I guess there probably is? Somehwere or another. After a bit of research a few things are becoming a bit clearer…

So, Zeus in Greek mythology is another name for Jupiter in Roman mythology.

Zeus seduced a priestess of Hera, whose name was ‘io’.

‘io’ is also the name of one of Jupiter’s moons – the fiery moon the notes keep banging on about – seems to be important.

From the sentence ‘life began eslewhere in the universe’ maybe these people think it began up near Jupiter… Anyone heard of a group who believes in anything like this and uses this symbol? Check out my last post, £100 still going begging…

Can you help me out? I’ll make it worth your while

I’ve been rummaging through my boxes of stuff from the cottage and I found an exercise book that’s freaking me out a bit – the symbol from my tattoo features in it and seems to be part of some weird belief, check this out:

WTF?? Look, the symbol’s there all printed out in the last picture. Have I joined some weird group while I was away? I admit I’m susceptible to these things – I’ve been sucked in to weird shit before (long story). But now I’m afraid it might be something to do with my memory loss. I’m getting a little freaked out wondering what I’ve got myself involved in.

I really need to know what’s going on, so please help if you can. I’ll even dig into my gran’s inheritance and give you 100 quid if you can tell me what this symbol on my tattoo and in my notebook is:

– is it part of some kind of belief? Some spiritual thing? The first person to email me jameshill83@gmail.com a satisfying answer gets the cash.

(If you’re not sure what I’m on about you can follow what’s been going on below).

And some bad news

I made it back up to Wretham and the cottage had been ransacked – no laptop, no ipod, no phone, no wallet. Great. The police are on the case, but there were no signs of forced entry so I guess I must have left it unlocked. Maybe I was already in a state of confusion. Who knows. Being back there didn’t jog any memories either. I give up.

It hasn’t helped telling the gang back home about all this either, they’re almost more freaked out than I am. They keep blasting me with questions I can’t answer and I’m just lying awake at night with thoughts and what if’s and I hope I didn’ts…

I shouldn’t be all negative though – I found some notebooks full of stuff about the novel I was writing. It seems to be about a guy who tries to write his own future – as he thinks up each chapter of the novel he forces himself to act it out in reality. Bit difficult to explain but I really like the sound of it, thank god. Will write more about it when am not so tired…

Some good news at last

Been trying to sort out my flat – was trawling through a mound of post from while I was away, and found a letter with a receipt for the cottage I stayed in! It’s in a village called Wretham in Norfolk. I called the number on it and got through to the woman who owns the place, tried to avoid her questions a bit as didn’t feel like telling her the whole story. Am gonna nab Jon’s car so I can go back up as soon as I can, to collect all my stuff and see if it jogs any memories.

Even more weird

Jeez, nothing’s ever straightforward. When I was washing this morning I found a tattoo on my back, got flatmate Matt to take a pic – look here:

Now this might not be so weird for most people, but ever since fainting after a blood test aged about 9 I’ve had a total aversion to needles, which means I’ve always hated the idea of getting a tattoo.

What the hell?? Why would I suddenly do this? Someone must’ve got me into it, so I’m wondering who on earth I met while I was away.

Causes of Amnesia

Just can’t get to grips with what’s happening. I feel like there must be some explanation. Some cure. Am so freaked out I’ve been doing some research of my own. All sorts of weird shit can cause amnesia – can be something obvious like a bang on the head, or something stupid like eating bad shellfish: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amnesic_shellfish_poisoning

Also found this, looks like there’s a hope I might get stuff back…

If a skill is forgotten, a person with retrograde amnesia can relearn it – they can also remember events by having their memories ‘jogged’ – as there is nothing wrong with the coding or storing of their memories (as there is in someone with anterograde amnesia).

So maybe it’s not TOTAL doom and gloom. Fingers crossed.

Jon the hero

Jon arrived to find me in a right mess. He calmed me down and checked us into a pub for the night. I reported everything to the police and went to hospital. They did tons of tests (felt a bit like a lab rat) and finally diagnosed me with retrograde amnesia. And that was it. I’d lost a chunk of my life. I unleashed a barrage of expletives on the poor nurse (didn’t mean to, was just in shock), and she said that even though there was no cure, familiar things could, possibly, jog my memory. I’m going to have more tests back in London, but that’s all they could say for now. There was nothing for it so Jon just drove me all the way back home.

So this is why I’m writing – I want to know if anyone’s met me over the last few months. Where have I been staying? What’ve I been doing? If you’re reading this can you forward it on to anyone you know in Norfolk, or the rest of the UK for that matter. I’m pretty sure my plan months ago had been to poke about as much of the countryside as possible.

A chunk of my life missing

So, I walked and walked, and finally arrived at a car park where there were loads of people in a right flap. A man had been videoing his kid playing when they’d noticed a car rolling backwards down a slope before dropping right off the cliff. Watching the film I was horrified to see it was my new pride and joy coming to a sticky end. Look watch this…

The guy was really nice. He told me we were in Norfolk and that it was April. APRIL for &*(£$%#* sake! I’d lost three months of my life. I was in a total daze. It was like a white fog wrapped around my mind. I had no idea what to do, so the guy lent me his phone and told me to call someone. With my mum living on the other side of the world I called my oldest mate Jon, and thank god he said he’d come and get me.

What happened…

I bought my fantasy car – an old MG, and made plans to set off. The last thing I remember is taking my mate Phil for a spin in Richmond park and freezing our butts off on a bl**dy cold morning in January. And then, presumably, I set off for my few months’ break…

Only something went horribly wrong.

The next thing I knew I was wandering around in a field. I had no idea where I was, or why I was there. I could tell by the temperature and the scenery that it wasn’t January anymore and I certainly wasn’t in Richmond, or even London. I had no money, no mobile, nothing, apart from my car keys. But no sign of the car. I have to admit I was scared. Shit scared in fact.

Anyway, I’m knackered, will carry on tomorrow.

What I do know

Right, now I’ve had time to calm down, slightly, I suppose I should give some details, in case it jogs your memory, or my memory.

So, where did it all begin…

Life was getting a bit out of control – I’d got in with a weird crowd and there were so many late night sessions, clubs, gigs, I was struggling to hold down a job I didn’t give a toss about. I wasn’t writing songs, I hadn’t even begun to think about writing a book. No self control. Not a sausage. Not an effing chorizo. Nada.

I’d been thinking about taking some time out, so I decided to use the money my gran left me to do something worthwhile, instead of dancing it away on a Thai beach (v e r y tempting). Bless her, she didn’t have much but she was pretty generous in her will.

I planned to leave London and try writing this novel I kept saying I had inside me. The countryside seemed like the safest bet – nothing full on can happen there right? Hah. Wrong as it turns out.

Ok, so what the h*ll’s going on? I need to know. Can you help?

I’ve had a very w.e.i.r.d time recently.

My name’s James Hill, I finished college a few years ago and have always wanted to be a writer, so I set off on a tour round England to do exactly that.

That’s what I do know, what I don’t know is what happened while I was away.

I have no idea what the hell I’ve been doing for the last 3 months. It’s all gone. No memory at all. It’s a bit scary and I’m still trying to make sense of it now.

I need help. I need to get in touch with anyone who’s met me over the last 3 months since I left London – do you know me? Does anyone you know, know me? You never know.

Making sense

Decided I do need to write everything down – so much has happened, it’s just deciding where to start…