<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30782335</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:47:35.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NAKED SPYGIRL Prologue</title><subtitle type='html'>Preface to the blook</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedspygirl-prologue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30782335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedspygirl-prologue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17707096678578701557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6868/1669/1600/nsgjo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30782335.post-115425940094950298</id><published>2006-07-30T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:18:36.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROLOGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intensely private individual and modest by nature, I never believed that one day, I would compile a book about me. However, my unexpected, often cruel experiences have engendered within me an eager desire to expose the truth. The fundamental purpose of this book is to avenge the deaths of my mother and father and to inform the public as I draw attention to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own words, my story has taken considerably longer to liberate than I had anticipated. Conscious that my memoirs are controversial and meaning to remain within the law, I sought legal counsel. According to my lawyer, the broad equivalent to a D-Notice, before the publication of my work, I received Special Branch approval from Police Officers based at New Scotland Yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the details of the joint Security Service-Secret Intelligence Service assignment in which I participated, remain unchanged, meaning to protect their personal security, I have substituted similar names for the MI5 and MI6 officers directing the undercover mission. Aiming to safeguard my own back, I have also changed the handles of terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along my singular journey, I have infiltrated so many ‘secret societies’ and whether journalists, police or prison officers, my Muslim acquaintances or an honest Member of Parliament; all of them have urged me to uncover the evil that men do. I have endeavoured to portray a precise recall of events. If my prose it occasionally unrefined, it is a fair reflection of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed them all, the Prime Minister, the Home Office, the Foreign Office and Serious Fraud Office Director, Robert Wardle, of my plans. At the behest of an MP, I even told the Joint Intelligence Committee. None of them wanted the truth. The government wanted a cover up, another whitewash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As we plunge deeper into a murky world, where power greedy politicians are increasingly more corrupt, they start illegal wars and as a result, as terrorism escalates, they use it as their excuse to erode human rights. As the victim of a devious British Secret Service assignment that destroyed my life, as I knew it, this book represents part of my quest for justice. Judge for yourself why former Polly Peck International Chairman, Asil Nadir, escaped Britain. As he benefited by his devious scam, Serious Fraud Office Director Robert Wardle remains unpunished, yet his false allegations imprisoned, Elizabeth Forsyth, another innocent woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30782335-115425940094950298?l=nakedspygirl-prologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30782335/posts/default/115425940094950298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30782335/posts/default/115425940094950298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedspygirl-prologue.blogspot.com/2006/07/prologue-intensely-private-individual.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17707096678578701557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6868/1669/1600/nsgjo.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
