Come Over Here Boy, Have A Cigar.

He knows. He knows I'm looking for him. Last night I heard that distinctive tune and in the morning I awoke, assuming it was all a dream, only to find this on my bedside table.

What does it mean? Is he warning me off or gaoding me on? Toying with me perhaps as if to say I can get you anytime I want but you'll never find me. He is an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, inserted up the arse of uncertainty and pulled into the trousers of implausability. BUM-BUM-BUM.

A Shadow of His Former Self

Last night the cleaners reported seeing the shadow of a man waving from inside of Fred's room. The apparition appeared for a full ten minutes but by the time the door had been broken down the vestige had vanished.

Was this Fred's final goodbye? Did he just drop by to check things were going swimmingly? I'd like to think he's watching over us from somewhere. Not in that he's dead, more like he is transcendental. A bit like God or David Blaine.  

Is he in Oz?

Speculation, it's all we have to go on? A rumor. He's in Australia. A rumor yes but plausible also. Where better for Fred to set up shop for his secret plans. I can see him in the wilds, shooting kangaroos, learning from the Aborigines but this is all hearsay. Some even speculate that he is here in the photo of Aborigine protestors marching through the streets of Canberra.

He is even rumored to have written articles for 'The New Black Magazine' voicing his dissent for the cruel treatment of the Aborigine population over the previous century. He is of course using a pseudonym and could be sending the articles from anywhere. The magazine refuse to reveal the articles' source. So another possible lead runs dry but perhaps it reveals a little more about our man.

Where in the World is Fred Monson?

Fred Monson. Numbers. The man with a bom-bom-bom for all occasions. Up and gone, like smoke, like some distant tune that you can't quite tell if you can hear it in the distance, round the next corner, or if it's just that you expect to. Bom-bom-bom where's he gone? Not much to go on. Just the facts. This is what he left us:

What does this tell us? He was a man like any other? Perhaps. That we miss him? Yes. That he was ready for the impending apocalypse? Most definitely. So where is he? In a bunker preparing for the final stages of some master plan? If you know anything, get in contact.