Friday 24 September 2004 1.52am
"If you value your life be in Trinity Square Garden at Midnight" was scrawled on the scrap, the Amazon had disappeared along with the boy. I sank back down into my seat and took a large draught from my pint of Cider. What was going on? OK, I was a wealthy businessman now, but you hardly made a lot of enemies in the plumbing game and anyway, I'd only been at it for four months since winning the reality TV show. Maybe I shouldn't have given up following that guy so easily. When I'd spotted him peering through my window & chased him off I'd assumed he was probably just another tabloid journo trying to find out about my love life. Was that it? Was this some crazy candid camera thing set up to catch me out. I looked around the other tables in the hope of finding a Jeremy Beadle type in a dodgy beard but there were just some tourists wondering how long the queue would be at the London Eye
Suddenly everything began to swim out of focus, my mind was getting foggy. Was I having another episode - one spaceship sighting a day is enough for anyone I thought, but somehow this felt different and as I slowly toppled from my seat I noticed a strange residue floating in the bottom of my pint.