Exactly how hard up for friends would you have to be, to add the child-abusing criminal Abraham Christie to your friends list on, say, Instagram?
This hard up, apparently:
Yes, this is Cat Scot’s Instagram (the same Cat who has been so shy and retiring about accepting EC’s invitation for a friendly chat). And while it’s nice that she’s achieved numerical balance on her Instagram, with three each of posts, followers, and those she follows, her choice of friends seems just a tad on the desperate side:
Cat’s posts are nothing to write home about—the usual conspiranoid drivel, as one might expect—but Abraham has taken the time to bestow a “like” on each of them:
In fact, he’s even left comments on the second and third. How excited Cat must have been at that! Imagine, the great and wonderful “Dr Abraham Christie”, as he now styles himself (having been granted an “honourary degree” by some wigged-out woman in Glastonbury many years ago) deigned to speak to the lowly Cat…and even called her a “sensation”! [“Sensation” of nausea, perhaps? —Ed.]
Christie’s own Instagram posts have been perhaps a bit more revealing than he intends.
For example, in this one, he quite clearly tells us, “I have been getting my information from Captain Cokehead, aka ‘Jesus'”, Edgar John’s friend and helpmeet, who was the brains behind the “EC is a high priestess who is connected to Finchley Road” piece of nonsense:
Meanwhile, given Cat’s recent friendship with Angela Power-Disney, who has been hors de combat of late while she attends to an urgent alcohol-related health issue, it seems a bit rude of Abe to accuse Angela of being a “COUNTER INTELLIGENCE AGENT and #fakechildabuseactivist”, as well as a “Witch & the Bitch” who “proceeded to throw Julian Assange AND Belinda McKenzie under the bus, whilst simultaneously supporting ‘Agent’ Sabine ‘C.E.R.N’ McNeill’s ‘FAKE’ 9 year prison sentence”:
Granted, it’s hard to disagree with the “fake child abuse activist” thing, though we are not quite sure that Abe truly grasps how hashtags work.
It’s no big secret that Abe bears no love for Angela, as they clashed quite early on, something about her recording their conversations without his permission (yes, shocking—who could imagine Angela doing such a thing?).
However, enquiring minds want to know: does this mean that Cat will have to choose between the greasy child-abusing homunculus and the chain-smoking, back-stabbing garden-fence gossip?
What a shame, when she’d only just started making friends again after her massive falling out with the Fresh Start Foundation, Brian Gerrish, David Scott, and pretty well everybody else she’d sworn fealty to only last year.
Such is the life of troofers, it would seem.