When I started my diary some years ago I had great visions of it being kept for posterity and read, like the diary of my famous ancestor, after whom I was named. Each night before retiring I religiously record the day's happenings & review the days events.
I have always assumed that it would not be read until the passage of time had sanitised the contents, not least from my own mortality.
However events have conspired very differently. I have been forced to publish this account of the
Time-Surfer.com(tm) saga to protect my reputation from scurrilous accusations of avarice, greed and wrong doing. I have had my life and the life of my wife & children threatened by organised crime, I have been charged with witchcraft in France, accused of blasphemy by the Vatican, arrested for murder by the police and the secret service have confiscated my diary recordings as evidence in a terrorist trial, and many of the crucial ones have never been returned. Luckily they did not find all the backups.
Anyway enough of this, I tell my story here, largely through extracts from my contemporaneous video diary, though I have taken the liberty of adding other events in the light of subsequent understanding.
My tale starts the weekend before the quite unexpected discovery which changed my life for ever....
16 September 2020
Read it quick before they put a D-notice on its contents