THE BRITISH INVASION BLOG

1 confess. After half a lifetime of not knowing Mick Jagger, I landed on Mustique in 1992. The man who came out to meet me remembered me as a child and also the stupid girl who rejected him - maybe I was the reason he married other women but stayed "free" never trusting any of them. Trust was something he always brought up in our chats over years. He didn't trust me. He said it over and over like a mantra and I never knew why. Why should he trust me? I didnt remember him. Therefore I didnt remember breaking his heart. I thought we had met for the first time in 1992 on Mustique- it wasnt even a meeting- more like a failed mission. I never understood why he wrote a song about it. I didnt see any of the other songs as being about me but I did start listening and watching videos to get to know him better. I decided, on the basis of a hypnotic regression and comments from psychics that we had known each other in past lifetimes. I kept on believing that, while we chatted,...

I think I get this "love" thing and all the confusion it causes. Andrew Loog Oldham posted a photo today on Instagram, so he's probably still alive somewhere although the photo is of a man walking alone in a beautiful forest on a wooden crosswalk. Soon we will all cross over -- in the meantime I'm grateful to Andrew for what he did at TRU six years ago even though much of it went right over my head. I understand what happened long ago between my family and Mick when I was a little girl, too little to know what was going on around me. Messing up every step of the way. When Mick used to say "I love you just the way you are" I was insulted. He could be so condescending. But then I suppose he had every right to pay me back for rejecting him so many years ago, and finally forgetting I even knew him. We were in a competition and I was the winner of the rejection contest - But then, I was set up to fail, time and again. First by being too small and later too...

Have you ever tried to write a script? Do you know how long it takes researching, writing a treatment, developing scenes and a storyboard, producing a finished script -- ? Let alone funding, casting, shooting and editing a movie? Now that I have a treatment (mostly written over a very tough winter in Greece which is never a vacation, more like a season of SURVIVOR) I am working on a list of scenes. I'm not fundraising for the film -- its an ongoing project. The less than $4000 raised bought me some time to focus on writing. I did the writing. Now I'm back and the Montreal Experiments Memory Project is well underway -

Launched on my 75th birthday, and reminiscent of the first Rolling Stones single which the band members secretly bought in quantities to drive it up the hit parade charts, the new vinyl single by the Cockroaches sold out in hours, leaving many fans angry and disappointed. Not me. What would I do with a vinyl disc? I really only cared about the lyrics and whether or not they illuminate my story, which I call the British invasion I found them on line, along with a bootlegged mp3, and by George, by gum, they do relate to me. I'll explain why later but meanwhile you can read them for yourself. Rough and Twisted Yeah, why don't you drive me Down that rough and twisted road Why don't you guide me Cause I don't know which way to go Promise to take me Down to where the water glows Somewhere, somwehere down to Puerto Rico Where the tide just ebbs and flows Fetch me all your jewelery Poetry and friends? Promise me I dance like Nijinski Nothing, nothin...

Until the age of 12, and without my knowing it, I was being groomed as the future bride of a future British pop star. "Future" is the operative word here, because my intended future never arrived. It was canceled for several reasons, mostly because I opted out, beginning at age 8 -- and later at 12 when they flew me to England and I witnessed reality at Edith Grove. Child trafficking by any other name. At age 8 I began to ditch the plan after reading The Little Mermaid which plunged me into an emotional crisis. The "fate" of the little mermaid was a grim, conscious choice to abandon her Prince after a series of traumatic shocks made it clear to her that she wasn't cut out for life as a Princess. Her fairytale lover is too self absorbed and busy being a Prince to see her for who she is, while in various ways she is crippled by her deal with the witch. Her tongue gets cut out and the legs she acquires make walking on land unbearably painful. Besides, she...

A Malignant Narcissist writes: Heads up. The Montreal Experiments fraudster MKultra Ann Diamond claims she's writing a book about Allan memorial survivor stories [false. I am collecting interviews for an oral history project. Not writing a book.] Her last completed writing project in 2015 is a smear campaign against Leonard Cohen, someone she claims was a victim of the Allan memorial [Leonard told people he was in the Allan, and my last book is an updated edition of The Man Next Door]. She has defrauded supporters for money for numerous bogus projects. [false. What bogus projects? Where are these supporters I have defrauded?] Last year she defrauded almost $2,000 using GoFundMe claiming she was writing about her relationship with Mick Jagger she claims came to her door when she was a child in Montreal and asked her to marry him. This isn't fiction she actually believes it. Nothing came of it, just like her Netflix documentary, her play, her screen play and many other un...

REPOSTED FROM SUBSTACK I go by two names: my writing name is Ann Diamond. My birth name is Anne McLean. I am also the granddaughter of the former mayor of St-Jean sur Richelieu, Doctor Alexis Bouthillier. Last year, by chance, I learned that his house at 240 rue Jacques-Cartier-Nord was being restored to become a shelter for homeless drug addicts and would reopen in 2024. I had never visited this house, which my grandfather sold in 1932, but I had seen photos of it and heard about it from my mother. In my possession I still had my grandfather's eight foot tall clock. Last October I spoke with the director of Le Musée du Haut-Richelieu who accepted it into their collection. I also left them the family photo album. I am currently working on a screenplay called The British Invasion, which begins in St Jean sur Richelieu where my mother was born in 1913 and lived until 1941. My mother Thérèse Bouthillier was almost erased from the history of SJSR but she was the only daughter of...

Winter is ending and so is a phase of writing that involved exploring characters hidden in memory, drawing them out of hiding, understanding lines of conflict and how together they build the story. The mother, the father, their child- the actors whose movements create the whole world. Past, present, future - and the aftermath of events that ran off with your life when you were too young to know or react. Like footprints in flowing water, like stones at the bottom of a pond, truth reshapes memory into something bigger than we knew. If someone stole our memories, we can steal them back. *** My third Big Bang (climax) I had a book I had brought home from the Baron Byng High School library which I hadn't read or even opened. It was called Trilby by Georges Du Maurier - the story of a naive young singer who is controlled by a mesmerizing Jewish handler. Either the librarian had recommended it - she'd recommended other novels she thou It was important to me to figure out wh...

Hi Sarah I'm writing to you about a worsening problem I'm having with one of the lead plaintiffs in the Oak Ridge class action lawsuit. I'm a member of the Montreal Experiments Class Action which is moving forward in Quebec Superior Court. I have known Ellen Atkin for 12 years. She has been challenging to deal with since I first met her in BC in March 2014. I won't go into that story here since it would barely fit in this email. I don't really view myself as a "litigant" - I am a writer. In 2007, I self-published a memoir about growing up as the daughter of a Cameron patient in Montreal, along with other children who were inducted into his LSD experiments. I have researched this subject very thoroughly for over 20 years, and the more I find out, the more I feel compelled to write and share about this horrible program which existed at the fringes of mainstream science and damaged many lives. Recently I have set up an oral history project for survivors...

My ex- editor, the son of a Scottish-trained McGill doctor and contemporary of Dr Ewen Cameron, who claims to be acquainted with my "psychiatric history", was likely assigned to me in 1969 when he first approached me at a meeting of young student writers and later published my first book of poetry. This editor is now 82. CLG should subpoena him as a witness. I believe he has spent most of his life as a McGill associate surveilling and suppressing traces of the MKULTRA program including my family's files. I think he knows where my files and possibly others' are stored and hidden. I have known "Matthew"since 1969. He was my editor at Vehicule press /Signal Editions from 1977-95. In 1994 or 95 when he arranged for McGill to purchase 3 boxes of my journals, letters, mss, etc for which I was $14K. I thought at the time that this was "normal" and that McGill was acquiring papers for an archive of Quebec writers but it appears I am one of very few writ...

Not counting the one in 1959 - If anyone is reading this blog it's probably Camille Davis Russo and her sidekick Ellen Atkin (who still has a bad case of verbal rabies). I can sense this because of little clues that pop up on MkUltragirl's X account, which I check during lunch breaks to see what she's posting about me lately. It's usually boring repetitive drivel and mindless repetitive slander - the repetitiveness tells you she's running on empty or maybe the psych drugs are having the usual effect of narrowing cognition. Dry mouth? Weight gain? Memory loss? I'm sorry but it's probably a better outcome than prison. Which reminds me of a Stones' song that came up recently: Claudine's back in jail again. Poor, poor Claudine. But today I'm responding to Camille who's back on X again questioning my story about flying to London in 1963 and spending a night at Edith Grove on the eve of the Stones' first big break: the release of their not ...

Prepare for my analysis. Here's father, his heart screwed on Yes, here he's got it I'm sure 'Cause he lost his life in an accident Found his heart in the man next door What exactly's gonna happen When they do transplant the brain Will my borrowed brain still compute the same Or will my daughter stop her sleeping out Here comes the girl, she's got her head screwed on But it ain't screwed on right Her ambition is to be a prostitute But the breaks just weren't right What exactly's gonna happen, tell me When her father finds out That his virgin daughter has bordello dreams And that he's the one she wants to try out Yeah There's ma, she's living dangerously It's a cinch she'll try it anything twice She thinks she can run right to the whirlpool's edge And stop herself just in time What exactly's gonna happen When she finally fizzles out The lovers will just be sucked into T...

My story cant be told in words and thats why I'm writing it in scenes for a film. called The British Invasion. Most of my life happened behind the scenes and without my knowledge while I kept busy in the foreground doing stage business. I was a small local production - born in the year of the rabbit to a Tiger dad and mother Ox. They both had plans for us but my dad's were modest while my mom imagined her twins as future stars living large. Unfortunately my twin brother and I were harebrained amateurs made for the rabbit holes. That's the scenario - we fell between the cracks. My mother was my manager and remained in the background but her attempts to thrust me onto the stage usually failed miserably. I can rhink of several examples of this but the all-time biggest disaster was her attempt to marry me off to the boy from England. To say he was larger than life is a massive understatement. Our mutual misunderstanding was also the stuff of nightmare legend. He went right whe...

THIS IS A POST-IN-PROGRESS. I MAY ADD TO IT BUT FOR NOW I'M JUST SHARING SOME PIECES OF HISTORY FROM MY TEN-YEAR ACQUAINTANCE WITH ELLEN ATKIN AKA "MKULTRA GIRL" WHOM I MET IN DUNCAN, BC IN MARCH 2014. I STAYED FOR A WEEK AT A YOGA CENTER WHERE SHE CAMPED IN HER SHINY BLACK SUV, AND I SURE WAS GLAD TO LEAVE BECAUSE IT WAS OBVIOUS SHE WAS A SOCIOPATHIC PERSONALITY. BUT LATER I SECOND GUESSED MYSELF AND INTRODUCED HER TO THE MONTREAL EXPERIMENTS CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT GROUP - A BAD DECISION AS IT TURNED OUT. SHE'S BEEN ON MY CASE EVER SINCE- ALTHOUGH I'M NOT HER ONLY TARGET, BUT SINCE HER SISTER DIED IN A SUSPICIOUS FIRE IN 2023, I BECAME A MAJOR CAUSE OF HER ONGOING RAGE AT THE WORLD. I FIND IT INTERESTING TO LOOK BACK AT THE EARLY WARNING SIGNS. SHE READ MY BOOK, STOLE THE THEME (MKULTRA CHILD EXPERIMENTS), BUILT A RUDICULOUS ONLINE MARKETING CANPAIGN AROUND A PHOTO SHE FOUND ON THE WEB AND WHEN IT FAILED AFTER GOING VIRAL FOR A YEAR, SHE BLAMED ME FOR SABOTAGING...