Monday the 9th January 2017.  They had a gathering of the psychos last weekend.  One of the get togethers where they fuel each other's hatred and vie for supremecy over who has the most to say about moi.  Apparently the new great hope is that I will get so stressed by the 24/7 observation that I will have a stroke.  It was also mentioned that that could be hurried along by a jab of god knows what into my arm.  Who has access to that kind of shit?  The heart attack they produced with the jab to the back when I was working at mail sorting did work, I had an attack, but luckily I was so fit and healthy for my age that I recovered, weakened , but recovered.  As I have been recording all this, it has to look like either an accident or a natural occurrence.  The corrupt cops are worried about exposure, the media personalities likewise and no doubt their money source as well.  They know full well that no one would believe me if I said anything and so they are free to continue at will.  I have taken to changing in the shower cubicle, hoping that they get to see less than before,  I also shower in the dark if I can, for the same reason.  The man who wants 'my head' literally, must have gotten a bit pissed at this gathering because he walked past our house that night and said "if no-one will do it I'll just have to do it myself",  he was talked down by a couple of his acolytes.  There is more pleasure for them in drawing it out, hoping I will make another mistake like the one where I asked the neighbour why they are trying to kill me, it all just makes me look like the psycho, which is the point.
My home has been entered on more than one occasion, I attempted to tape one of these unlawful entries on my phone.  Unfortunately I left the radio on in the background, and they noticed the phone and were whispering, so although I could hear alot of what they said, I doubt many others would, however I hope that one day someone could isolate the whispering from the radio and I will have my proof of what's been going on.   Even though the main protagonists try to remain hidden, sneaking in and out of neighbours places,  they must realise that the neighbours themselves know who they are, it wouldn't be too hard for the non corrupt police to find out who they are.  I have the neighbour's names and the name of a lady they put into my book club once.  I have the names of the people across the road , who I gather are no longer part of it all but who would certainly know who was.  I have the name of one of the media personalities who recently admitted to having seen me in the shower to the neighbour.  He works at the ABC but used to work at channel 7.  I could easily find out the name of a police officer who attended an incident when I was driving buses,   I can give a description of a female cop and an ambulance driver who use their positions for no good.  I wouldn't think it would take too long for a search through mug shots to identify them.  I have a photograph of a man who is either a pedophile or an undercover cop posing as a pedophile who regularly visits the neighbours and is involved in my persecution.  I have written down part of a conversation I overheard him talking on his phone, it involved going up north, having money for someone and that someone telling him about two kids, one of them quite pretty, one of them with a tattoo (as he called them 'kids' I'm guessing they weren't that old).  Even though I'm pretty sure that the doctor would not confirm what he said to me about a camera pointing at me, I have his name, and maybe the police would like to talk to him.  I have the names of people at the bus depot who probably know what's been going on.  I have the name of the woman who works for the RSPCA who was present at one stage during the taped break in. In other words, haters, the longer you keep at it, the more information I gather, the more likelihood of you ALL being caught up in something nasty if you do anything to physically harm me.  But why bother?  The psychological torture is fun for you anyway, right?