His new muse liked the band "Muse" and the track "Unintended" became the theme tune to the whole relationship.

The relationship was secret because of the age gap and to keep it from her parents, her stepfather being the source of a lot of her problems in life and her family. Someone she was trying to escape from.

She was old enough to legally have such a relationship with Grod, if it was her choosing. Which it was, and also his. There had been a complete meeting of minds.

The relationship was unintended. It was never meant to be. It blossomed out of friendship as minds met and over time became one.

True love has no barriers, and this time it included a wide age gap. But the fruits of love had blossomed naturally. Those that knew of the relationship saw two people happier then they had ever seen them. Who between them had many worries and anxieties that were swept away and unimportant whenever they were together.

Also unintended was the pregnancy. On Feb14th they had become one. They had used contraception. She had then had a Depo injection that gave three months protection.

Except three months later when she went for the top up, found she was more then three months pregnant. In fact the Contraception Clinic, in failing to do a routine pregnancy check, had injected her with Depo while pregnant.

Fortunately the consequences of this are not harmful to the feotus. It could have caused miscarriage in the early weeks, but at over three months pregnant, this was unlikely. It may have slowed the growth of the feotus, but not actually harmed it.

These were the facts from three different respectable health professionals.

Unfortunately it was not the advice given by the Contraception Clinic to WW, that had negligently injected her while pregnant with Depo. They now advised it would have harmed the feotus and offered a termination as the only solution.

The law states that the clinic conducting the termination should fully examine all the facts surrounding the proposed termination.

The law also states the male has no say whatsoever. So if the young woman, scared of her parent's re-action doesn't give the full information, how can they examine all the facts?

Grod prayed to God that at last minute she would have a change of heart and mind as she travelled for her termination, on the very last day of the legal 24 weeks. She had travelled to London with her friend.

Except this was no ordinary friend. She had bullied WW at school for lesbian experiences. She had then pestered her for more when they met again, as cadet nurses at Bath's Royal United Hospital, despite knowing of WW's happy relationship with Grod.

It was this friend who had first heard of the pregnancy, and also quickly also recommended she terminated. But her advice always had much bias. If she could destroy the relationship between Grod and WW, she had a chance. This, was her chance.

WW's work supervisor also had illegal desires and designs. It was his chance too.

He too had persuaded WW that a termination was the best route. He'd never met Grod or seen them happily together in the full flights of love. He just wanted the same. Despite his Position of Trust under the Sexual Offences Act 2003, he had befriended her by giving her free drugs in his car during breaks, being the supermarkets not too secret drug dealer.

A text suddenly came from her friend who had gone with her to the termination. Grod did not trust her friend. He'd text her though to say that if any point WW changed her mind, that was perfectly fine by him.

The text back gave Grod the joyous news that WW had intention of changing her mind.

Grod replied with a text that that was fine with him. His prayer to God had been answered.

A text came back. "Sorry, meant to say WW has NO intention of changing her mind."

That, was Grod's experience of God's response to his most earnest prayers.

But this was more then another jest from the cosmic joker. This was a matter of life and death, and he'd decided to play a little stunt before giving the thumbs down.

Seemingly with a raucous roar of laughter that Grod had fallen for it once again! God asking why Grod had even bothered asking him for help again? Did he forget to give Grod a memory?

When WW returned Grod knew he had to put all his despair to one side and give the love and support she now needed. It was history, it was onwards and upward from here he re-assured her. She thanked him, her fear had been that Grod would simply dump her.

But deep inside Grod felt he had lost everything, in a way totally against his own beliefs and logic. That his concerns were listened to, and again the opposite done. Which also brought the carnage he knew it would.

The following day her friend rang. The one that had sent the text messages that had raised then smashed Grod's hopes. She seemed to harboring an evil grin as she spoke.

She relayed the news that WW was in hospital following a suicide attempt.

But not to come to the hospital because her parents were there. Grod wouldn't get a very nice reception, to say the least. But to forewarn him, they now knew everything.

The cat was well and truly out the bag. Grod fell instantly into despair, shock and fear.

What came next were the lies and the cover up.

WW pleaded with her parents she still wanted to be with Grod. That she had never been so happy, and only gone through the termination to hide the relationship from them. The suicide attempt from the guilt of the termination. But she wanted to remain with Grod.

WW was told under no circumstances to see Grod again. His face wasn't going to be so pretty, if he lived.

She instead threw herself into the arms of her works supervisor. Who had a Position Of Trust, thus illegal for him to have such a relationship. But he was also the supermarkets drug dealer in his spare time, which is how he'd got to know WW, with free deals at lunchtime, coffee breaks in his car. After work even in his bedroom. The law meant little to him. The law seemed to mean little to the manager and the Police as well.

But then came the retribution to Grod, forecast by her parents, for "having taken advantage of one so young. "

Grod was threatened and attacked several times while busking, being called a "Nonce" and "Pedo" (paedophile). The people behind these taunts and attacks were completely unaware of the law and the actual facts. Because if they did they should have been reserved for those that deserved that tag.

But some people just need the excuse. And unlike her stepfather, Grod wasn't trained in martial arts. Her step-father even taught martial arts to the Police. A request that came when on a previous occasion it had taken fourteen officers to arrest him, of which four were hospitalized.

The only time the Police became at all interested was months later. When WW then vindictively made false accusations of harassment. Claiming it was the cause of why she had now moved into a flat with her drug-dealing supervisor and now engaged to him.

Yet the law stating the relationship was wholly illegal from the start. And the Police knew and did nothing.

But this was nothing knew to Grod, it was very consistent. They were out to victimize and persecute him in a conspiracy with the Council, not help him. Something he'd spent a lot of time unraveling the facts, concluding a possible freemasonry connection. Including with WW's full knowledge, support and help. But now they had her.

Instead, after WW's false allegations of harassment, Grod was arrested for the first time in his life. He was kept in a cell for three hours before being questioned in which time he was refused his right of having writing materials.

He was also on anti-depressants, as the option of suicide was becoming the only way out.

Grod was released without charge after a taped interview.

Grod proved that the Police already had information that must have made them know that her allegations were clearly false.

But in making them had confirmed the illegal relationship she was having with her supervisor. She had moved in with him and got engaged, still months from being 18.

The Police confirmed though they would still be taking no action over that issue, despite Grod telling them what the consequences could be.

Grod knew how scared WW was. That she was simply getting drunk and drugged out of her mind every day to block it all out, she'd even admitted it to him, caught on video.

As was her testament that the Police had already caught her supervisor getting stoned in his car with two minors under his works supervision. But did nothing.

The danger was obvious because WW was on medication. Anti-depressant because of her suicide attempt, but also anti-biotic for an infection she had developed in her fallopian tubes post termination.

Neither medication needed alcohol added to the mix, nor anything else she might have been taking with her illegal fiancé.

Months went by and another solitary Christmas loomed for Grod.

To celebrate the opening of the first door of the advent calendar, God arranged one of his surprises. WW phoned many times and left 29 messages on Dec 1st.

At first she was desperate to speak, but the phone not answered, she began to leave her messages. Telling the news she wanted to tell and needed talk to Grod. She was dying.

She had a disease and they were going to remove her womb to extend her life. But she now had £10,000 in her bank account that she wanted to give to Grod, so she could rest in peace. Otherwise she might as well go out and spend it on the cocaine she was now addicted to. Which was why she was about to kill herself.

Grod used his skills to record the messages from his mobile voice messages to a CD and took it to the Police. They refused to listen to it, simply stating that if Grod approached WW he would be arrested.

Conspiracy? What conspiracy!

Except it showed its traits at every corner. And no one was to be trusted. In fact anything or anyone related to Authority Grod could now even second-guess their lies and motivations for doing so. But the truth Grod made sure was all recorded on video.

Grod had been housebound since his car was written off earlier in the year, someone had loosened his wheel nuts. He crashed with the vehicle then written off. Now with no transport, trapped in his bedsit isolated in fear, Grod went further to pieces.

He celebrated his 40th birthday alone and by going bankrupt. The rules had just changed and a discharge after a year was possible. At least it got rid of the burden of debt, if he could survive that year.

But staying at home, frightened of further attack, rather then climb, punch or kick the walls, he turned again to his guitar, keyboard and computer.

Except he did also kick the wall and break badly his big toe and was unable to walk for two months, just to help him along.

Grod's classic "Greyfield" had been about the rise and fall of his last traumatic relationship. It was time to do likewise, to block his mind of the problems, and to transfer the myriad of emotions and feelings into words and music.

That maybe one day WW would hear, recognize and take responsibility of her mistakes. That the message would be heard by others and the story known, and the Authorities shamed into belatedly taking action against all those who had deliberately committed illegal acts and those with responsibilities who turned a blind eye.

But it would also need WW to step forward and tell the truth.

Grod began to prepare a CD of songs and instrumentals, telling the story of the relationship. UNNO.XXWWXX. With coded, and not so coded messages to her.

It all began when the Wicked Witch burst into Grod's life with freshness and fantasy. She dismissed the ghost of his abusive ex, to focus now on a loving relationship between them of trust and trussed, a meeting of minds and a binding experience.

WW's text messages, of what she was going to do, always giving great anticipation to her arrival. All this was put into a dance track and song and given to her as her first (and only) Christmas present from Grod. And thus starts the CD.

During wintertime few people came to the Squares around the Abbey. It was too cold, wet and windy to sit and watch a busker.

Also the Christmas market took over the Abbey Churchyard square and in the Abbey courtyard a large Christmas tree. With the Rotary Club Grotto next to it, blaring out carols from their tape machine. But the same council who had banned Grod from using an amplifier of course approved this.

So when finances become non-existent, out of sheer survival in winter, Grod would occasionally busk on the High Street.

One evening a young girl approached him from the Mobile Phone shop.

She told Grod that she loved it when he sang opposite the shop. That she loved his voice and ballads. And if he didn't already know it, could he possibly learn and have a try at her favourite ballad of all time, Chris De Burgh's "Lady In Red."?

Grod knew the song, but had never played it. It was the song he and his fiancée had danced to at their engagement party about twenty years previously.

He'd avoided hearing the song for many years when that crumbled before his eyes.

But time heals all wounds, and certainly it was a chance to learn a new song, possibly one that he could add to his set. He went home and practiced the song.

It seemed to come straight away. He decided to do something he rarely did, and record the song straight away. Normally he would let the song mature with practice before attempting to record it.

The simple fact was that the insecurity that he might screw up or forget the words seemed to add to the tone of his voice as he sang this song.

But shrouding his mind as he sang it, was his memories of WW. Who in their early, happy-beyond-belief part of the relationship, she normally turned up wearing a lovely tight red sweater. With much treasured video of those times that could be played on his computer at the flick of the mouse.

She was now elsewhere, with someone else and shouldn't even be with. She certainly wasn't happy. The happiest she was likely to ever be in her life was playing back on Grod's computer, him gazing sadly at it, as he recorded the vocals for "Lady In Red."

The track, as just guitar and voice, sounded like it could be the finished article itself.

But Grod's mind went back to the high searing keyboards he'd used on recording the Rod Stewart classic "Sailing." A hint of that in the background with piano, in the right places, he felt would dust the icing.

The keyboard seemed to play itself. It all just fell instantly into place. Grod burned off a one-off CD to pass as a gift to the girl at the shop that had inspired its recording.

He played it back while watching again his own lady in red, WW smiling and giggling on video, them both believing it was always going to be like that. Tears flowed.

The following day Grod performed the song "live" while busking opposite the Mobile Phone shop. The girl came out to listen, smiling. At the end she came over.

"That was just as I imagined you would sing it and it was absolutely wonderful!" she smiled, placing a £2 coin in his guitar case.

Grod smiled back and brought out his gift for her. A CD of the song. It was accepted with somewhat surprise and the offer to pay for it refused. Just her opinion if it was any good.

It was a few days later before he was out busking again. At first the girl didn't appear from the shop, but just before it closed she came out and walked across.

She had a strange expression on her face.

"You know that CD you made for me of "Lady In Red"? Well you wanted to know what I thought of it. Embarrassing, as it is to tell you, I've got to be honest, I cried. And I don't cry easily." She said with an embarrassed smile.

She then continued

"Don't take that to mean that it's not very good! But it also makes me cry that you're outside here busking when you should be on the radio, TV and a big stage. All I can say is I think you are absolutely excellent and if there is any justice in this world you should go a long way. Thank you so much for the CD, I'd better go now before I burst into tears."

Grod burned off another copy and sent it his mother. She then rang to say that she had to stop listening to it because it was making her cry. Whether that was a good thing or not she didn't quite know.

The simple truth, was that while recording it, Grod was watching the video of WW in her red sweater playing in the background, he'd been crying too, for the loss of his lady in red.

The soundtrack to WW's and Grods relationship had been provided by the band "Muse." A recurring track that seemed to say all was "Unintended."

But as their relationship began to slide into the mire, Muse released a new single. "Our Time Is Running Out."

"Muse" seemed to have their finger on the pulse of their relationship, maybe the relationship was their muse. It all seemed too uncanny.

Grod had already covered "Unintended", but this new "Muse" song screamed at Grod to get his guitar and belt it out. He did so with a haunting approach to it's lyrical content.

"Won't let you smother it, won't let you murder it." The song rages in its chorus.

Except the termination had happened. Despite Grod's protestations and beliefs, leaving the nightmare he'd also described would pan out. But no one ever listens to what Grod says, until it's too late. The relationship too was now terminated.

There is no worse feeling in the world then needing to speak to someone who makes themselves deliberately unavailable. But they are in the company of someone who is leading them down a slippery slope, but they just can't see it.

Also because they've drugged her into oblivion. To make sure she is in no fit state to talk, just accept her fete.

When they suddenly make themselves available to talk it's to cancel promised meetings, then taunting that it's a woman's prerogative to do so.

To then further taunt that the distress she is hearing, with the urgency requested to meet, makes her unsure of whether it is wise to meet up, as the caller is obviously unhinged.

But Grod had taped the calls. He knew the fact from fantasy and needed her to know. It was her life at stake, as well as his.

Also these tapes of the calls had revealed a crowd listening in, taunting him, and telling her what to say. She was trying not to laugh to give the game away. It was all too late.

Months later she is desperate to talk. To tell Grod the tragic news of what had happened, she dying, losing her womb.

This time it was Grod who hadn't answered. When he listened through the 29 messages she even whispered "I still love you" in one of them.

But then she was crying in desperation as she broke her news. Wanting to give Grod all her money before she died, plotting to kill herself before her womb was removed. She had a disease that was killing her. Otherwise she'd just spend all the money she had on cocaine, that all she did now was take drugs.

It was everything Grod had been wanting to talk to her about to prevent happening. It is what he had alerted every Authority he knew to prevent happening.

All had grinned back and done nothing, sometimes worse then nothing. Now life's truths had hit her smack between the eyes and lower, and it was all too late.

Grod's education included a Diploma in Marketing, the art of advertising and communicating.

With her not willing to talk to him, Grod had turned to his music to try and convey what he was trying to say.

He knew the track was going on "UNNO.XXWWXX" and that somehow she'd get a copy. That intrigue would cause her to listen to it for any hidden messages. That she would get the message of this next particular song and hopefully re-act accordingly.

Grod managed this by sending the remainder of her things she had left at his flat to her parent's address. Amongst the possessions a copy of the "UNNO.XXWWXX" CD.

He sent WW a text to tell her that a parcel of her belongings had been sent to her parent's address.

WW text back to say they had moved.

Grod text back to say that's where they'd been sent if she wanted to retrieve them. They were in the post, there was nothing more he could do.

There was no reply.

Grod never knowing if she ever got the package. Which included the CD "UNNO.XXWWXX" and the message of the song "Just Had To Say"

"Just had to say.... I really loved you. Just had to say I really cared about you. Thought that God had sent me down his angel, to guide me through this life, to who knows where we go?

Shattered dreams evolve, as trust is sadly broken. With twisted lies and minds that sapped your soul from you. All seemed to cheer as our love was aborted. Ripped out the heart and soul of our love, and nature's goal, to leave behind a gaping hole, to which they crawled in.

Leaving me in void with you avoiding. Knowing you're surrounded by new friends. But knowing deep inside your silent screaming. Then spend the day just softening all the blows with "blow", and anything you know, to ease your pain.

Just had to say.... I really loved you. Just had to say I really cared about you. Thought that God had sent me down his angel, silly me to think that God could really care. Silly me, oh silly me, to think that God could really care. " (Excepts of lyrics from "Just Had To Say.")

The song titles were also a message within themselves to WW.

For following "Just Had To Say" was a hint of what Grod had to say, in the title of the following song on the CD, "Never Tire Of Love."

Written many years ago it had always been Grod's intention to one day record the song. It had been left on the shelf for so long because it was so difficult to play the guitar accompaniment, even though he'd written it.

But the song lyrics seemed to say all he wanted to say and the CD was possibly the only chance to say it to WW before it was too late. It was time to go through the pain barrier.

The simple fact being that all the other pain had left him completely numb. Which while his favourite Pink Floyd track, the reality of the emotion made it not his favourite emotion, but one he'd learned to live with.

"Hey you, I want you to hear me, say the things I gotta say to you. And show now, my signs of allegiance, you're the one for me, don't you know that it's true? For no fancy words can describe such a feeling, I float on the air with a glimpse of your smile. Oh when we touch well I feel such emotion, heavens on earth when you're here by my side.

And you'll never tire of love, when you're in my arms. You'll never tire of love, never do you no harm. Oh babe I want you, oh babe I need you, I'm telling you baby that next time I see you, I'll reveal to you my love, you'll never tire of love." (Excerpt of lyrics from "You'll Never Tire Of Love.")

A gentle start with finger picked guitar, it then transpires into screaming lead guitars, desperate voices, swirling keyboards and a frenetic concluding crescendo that spirals into the fade and a rhythm that beats itself into the oblivion. The message of the song is anything but understated.

Hear Me, See Me.

Grod had played the ballad he'd written about WW in better times.

"It's absolutely beautiful" she merited on hearing it, but then added

"I hope one day you write a song like that about me."

Grod simply stared back. He always thought she got the message from his stare and didn't need to state the obvious.

He now had recorded it as a Valentine to her.

But by then she was in the arms of another in an illegal relationship and unknown to Grod she was already planning getting engaged to him. But all part of her desperation and despite denying a relationship even existed with her supervisor.

So the door was never answered, the CD never received.

But the candles burning in her windows confirmed she was not alone, as Grod had hoped, on Valentine's night.

A year to the day, that they had made love for the first time, and most probably for her to have then become pregnant.

How much can change in one short year.

But Grod added the song to the "UNNO.XXWWXX" CD, maybe the message would belatedly get to her, before it was too late.

Always On My Mind. Written by Country & Western guru Willie Nelson, then a hit for Rock and Roll Star Elvis Presley, then a hit again as Pop Music by the "Pet Shop Boys", now it's Grod's turn to have a go.

That is how Grod introduced the song when he busked it.

But now it was time to record it, and to sing it as Elvis had done to his ex-wife Pricilla in concert after their marriage breakdown, just to let her know.

Grod needed WW to know that despite the absence that she had engineered, she was always on his mind, and hoped her sweet love hadn't died. For the title also to be amongst the code of what he was trying to say. Recorded in one take, just guitar and voice.

February 14th, Valentines night, the previous year, had sealed the love between Grod and WW. But with the seal came the deal. Grod had told her straight that he would only concede his seed if she promised she would marry him.

Something borrowed, something blue. "Consequently" had been one of WW's favourite tracks from Greyfield.

WW had heard it from the day it was written in the early days of their friendship. Knowing the theme of the CD was Grod's previous relationship, WW had concluded the song had been about his ex.

It hadn't.

In the loneliness of the night Grod had written the song with foresight. The blossoming friendship with WW had brought much need joy to his life, she'd given trust when he needed it most.

But with the age difference between them he knew the friendship would probably be fleeting, to be careful not to get too involved.

One day she'll lose his number, she was far more beautiful and sexy then she realised. It wouldn't be long before she found herself with people more her own age trying to woo her. Their friendship put temporarily on hold, but undoubtedly fade into the ether.

But already he cared about her far more then he'd admit to her, her friendship and support was more then he could have dreamed of. But was glad that his company seemed to make her so blissfully happy. Knowing also the difficult turmoil she faced in life.

But Grod didn't even know the half of it at the time.

Then love reared its head again. Promising all, but also threatening ruin. Even history had showed Grod which route it inevitably took, no matter what he did to deviate its path.

"Consequently, I'm on my own, return again now, to a lonesome soul. Give me forgiveness, and not your tears, I need your loving, to resolve my fears.

Consequently, the nights so quiet. I'm reminiscing, all the while. You fooled my heart, you tricked me mentally, you feigned your love, a con so quaintly done." (Excerpt of lyrics from "Consequently")

Something borrowed, something blue, a blue song seemingly borrowed from the CD "Greyfield", but in fact had been lent to it. UNNO.XXWWXX

G.S.O.H.

Good sense of humour. Found in many personal ads. Read by many lonely people who too would state they had G.S.O.H., but in fact were in miserable solitariness. Knowing that the ads they read allowed them to dream and fantasize their perfect partner is out there. But also knowing there were people out there ready to make their fortune in the quest of others to find that perfect partner.

C.F.T.M.

Can't face the morning.

"Wake of day, sleep sliding away, snooze button works overload. Light my first sweet nicotine burst, sweet coffee to thaw out the hurt. Dreams of the night still shackle my sight, I struggle to put on my clothes. The dust on the mirror, reflects my age, confirms I'm all alone." (Excerpt of lyrics from "G.S.O.H.")

S.O.J.

Same old junk.

"Check my texts, missed calls and yes, still anxiously wait for the mail. Nothing comes except same old junk, worse when I check the e-mail. A whole wide web and I can't find you, just caught up like my old trouser flies. The stains still there where you threw your cup, And I looked up and said "I dare you...." (Excerpt of lyrics from "G.S.O.H.")

S.A.D.

Sad and depressed.

"Seems so sad reading personal ads, wondering just whose on the make. Swear one day I'll make my break, for now it's just smile through. Don't want to be late, for my next date, tie on and polish my shoes. Some girl new to cheer my blues, will she be the one that I'll choose?" (Excerpt of lyrics from "G.S.O.H.")

While the personal ads seemed to offer resolution to his solace, all Grod wanted was the love he had with WW back. To share once again all the things they had in common and like minded about. Including G.S.O.H.

When Grod went to sign on the dole after his jaw operation he was asked what kind of work he wanted?

He handed the girl handling his job search a CD of "The Three Tenners."

A fortnight later someone else was attending to his claim when the girl he'd passed the CD came running over. To the surprise of her colleague the interruption was brief and to the point. A smile and a passed note.

"X.E.L.E.N.T. G.S.O.H. C.L.A.S.S. G.E.T C.D. O.U.T. A.S.A.P."

But while Grod was yearning for his lost love, the reality was it was unlikely to be coming back. Indeed she had now turned vindictive and seemed to be steering the campaign of hate, fear, threats of violence and even death threats and actual physical attacks.

His car even had the wheel nuts loosened causing Grod to crash and write off his vehicle and no finance to replace it. His phone cut off through debt, he was more isolated then ever before, a sitting duck with no method of quick escape.

Living constantly in fear and worry, bringing on long periods of deep depression leading to a catatonic state, but alone and unseen, is not good for anybody's health.

Suicide again seemed an option. It seemed all the lies were being believed in a huge cover up to protect the guilty. Which also drew the conclusion, that at anytime soon he would become the accused. Enough smoke made to make people think there was fire.

The truth was all recorded though on video. But nobody wanted to see it. They were judge and jury on what they knew from their trusted source. But also they had a stake in the outcome somewhere, it was best to go with the flow and keep quiet, say opposite.

Grod had visions of being falsely accused, judged and convicted. He must have been mad.

Then sentenced at her Majesty's pleasure to a High Security Sanatorium. To allow its inmates to administer their own justice, in their own time, as many times as they cared to.

Grod put this nightmare vision into music and song. Then placed it on UNNO.XXWWXX

It was all unintended. The song "Unintended" by "Muse" was even in reality the soundtrack to the relationship between Grod and WW. So much so that Grod even recorded the song.

The controversy of their relationship called for it to first find an airing in the previous CD of controversy that was "The Three Tenners."

But easily spotted amongst the cryptic titles, for "UNNO.XXWWXX" it again called for its inclusion to convey its message, that it be heard and re-iterated to it's most valuable perceived listener, WW.

In reality though the message was either not received or ignored by it's most perceived valuable listener. Instead WW went to the Police and made false accusations to cover her tracks and illegal relationship.

Including now moving in and getting engaged to her drug dealing Supermarket supervisor. Even the Manager of the store who knew of the situation and claimed there was no relationship going on, later claimed that his employee was only promoted to supervisor after WW had left.

This was easily proved untrue. Taped phone calls and covert video recordings showed he had always been her supervisor. All part of the lies and cover up.

Even if true, the videos also proved he was aware the Police had caught him red handed getting three minors in his care stoned in his car, and enough recorded testimony he was a drug dealer. Therefore the store manager would have promoted someone to supervisor whom he knew dealt drugs to his staff, including the minors. Some manager.

That was the size of the battle in which Grod had to try and get the truth heard.

Arrested for the first time in his life, Grod was kept for three hours in a cell before being given a recorded interview. Within which he proved that information he had freely previously given to Police also proved her testimony to be false.

That the Police knew this and knowingly arrested Grod under false pretences.

At heart was conspiracy for the truth not to get out. Too many heads would roll, too much trust and respect of authorities lost.

Grod was released without charge. Already on anti-depressants because of suicidal feeling, Grod returned home, his mind scrambled more then it had ever been.

Relief he was out that cell and home, relief he'd managed to prove his innocence, but also the distress of that the Police had known that all along. But were unwilling to respond to the actual illegalities that had gone on.

Grod wanted to go and meet this supervisor and knew exactly where to wait for him. But if he did, Grod would have been unable to stop, then found himself in trouble he couldn't defend, intent would surely be assumed.

That, is how the Police and instigators expected Grod to respond, it was only natural. Then they had him, with evidence of intent. It was all part of the conspiracy.

But it was so hard to resist the natural instinct, especially now. The only way Grod could resist, was a tried and tested method. Turn on the computer, plug in the keyboard and put it all into music.

This time there was no lyrics. All the angst, trepidation, fear, anxiety and anger were placed as separate keyboard sounds which seemed to mix themselves together and pushed each other to it's ultimate dynamic.

The tension of anticipation, then the surge of fear when suddenly you know the games up, you've been identified, by a simple tap on the shoulder.

We all have favourites. Of his instrumentals, this is Grod's favourite. For how it all just flowed out seemingly without effort when recording it, and though having no words, the music expressing what was going on inside his head.

Then in listening back to it, many times, it still sends the same shiver up Grod's spine for what it represented. But still enthralled at the instrumental that it all spawned in a single evening.

Don't look down. Sometimes it's too scary. But also meaning, don't feel sad.

This simply was an instrumental piece that wrote itself. Grod's fingers guiding the keyboard was purely co-incidental.

Based on a duet between a cello and a saxophone, representing two lovers trying to find harmony. Initially they simply make their presence known and float around, chipping in occasionally with a bit of melody.

But as they become closer they try to harmonize, but then quickly part, again floating around but trying to get closer. Again they try to harmonize and just when it seems they have, both doubt and again scurry to a safe distance.

But again they gradually get closer and this time they come with expectation. Then at last they are taking off entwined as one, cascading into spiraling harmonization. Till out of breath they part, and repeat the whole process.

There is much turmoil on UNNO.XXWWXX. "Don't Look Down" is the chill-out zone.

With a message that however good your tune, harmony doesn't come easy. But there is always hope and brief glimpses of harmony, enjoy them while they last.

Friends can be found in strange places. While largely housebound through terror of another attack, finances meant that busking was still occasionally a necessity.

For his own safety though after each performance Grod would always hide out in a small pub. Indeed the smallest pub in Bath, "The Coeur De Lion."

The pub had no jukebox, no TV's, no fruit machines or video games. It's where people went for a drink and a chat. It had it's different regulars, and bar staff.

One of the bar staff was a Canadian girl on a tour of Europe. Following the breakdown of a relationship heading towards a marriage she knew at heart she didn't want, she escaped and went travelling.

Over the weeks that they chatted, she knew of Grod's plight. And that while everyone's advice was to leave Bath, he was taking a huge risk and sitting it out, waiting for the truth to out. And waiting for WW to contact.

He knew she would, what they had between them had not been fake. What was fake was her new allegiance, the cracks would soon make it crumble. It was only a matter of time.

WW then made that contact on Dec 1st.

29 mobile answerphone messages that she was dying, losing her womb, addicted to cocaine and going to kill herself. But wanted to give Grod all her money first.

It was the Canadian barmaid who consoled Grod.

One night Grod returned home and had a strange dream. He was at a disco with the Canadian barmaid. She was dancing away, smiling at everybody, dressed in a pair of red hot-pants.

The dream was remembered when he awoke. He couldn't get it out of his head. But he also remembered the music that she was dancing to, yet he had never heard it before.

Intrigue drew him to switch on the computer and the keyboard. From the memory of the dance music in his dream he searched for the sounds and beat, then began recording. The finished result he called simply "Dansefever."

He told the barmaid of the dream and of the piece of music he had then gone onto make. He thanked her for her inspiration and gave her a specially burned CD of the track, as a memory of her time in Bath and her chats with the busker Grod.

Their friendship became closer. She even allowed Grod to stay over at the wonderful flat she was renting in the prestigious Great Pultney Street, courtesy of her befriending it's owner at the Coeur De Lion. He was a navel officer and often away at sea, leaving the flat empty. Rather then that he was happy for her to look after it for a nominal rent.

Allowing Grod to stay over occasionally on the sofa meant he didn't have the expense of the bus home to his studio flat, Greyfield Rd, High Littleton. Instead he could get out to the center of Bath in the morning straight away and start busking.

In return of this favour they would relax in the kitchen with Grod serenading her with the songs he'd written. He was even inspired began to write some new songs there.

It is that and her suggestion that Grod's next CD should be purely acoustic, guitar and voice, featuring the new songs and be called "The Kitchen Sessions", that spawned Grod's next CD of exactly that name.

But then a very weird thing happened. They always do in Grod's life.

At last minute she invited Grod to join her and a couple of friends to bring in the New Year at a pub party in Bristol.

It was a special pub, it had three dance floors on three separate levels and a huge garden where a bonfire and barbecue would be glowing all night. And that some ecstasy crystals had found their way into her possession.

She wore a large coat to the party. She went away with her friends to the cloakroom to deposit her coat and sample the delights of her crystals.

The next Grod saw of his Canadian barmaid friend was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing flat out, smiling at everyone, wearing a bright red pair of hot-pants.

He'd been too embarrassed to tell her what she had been wearing in his dream. But the reality had unfolded itself once again.

UNNO.XXWWXX was full of surprises. Its most perceived important listener, WW, would notice the tracks she'd heard before and the ones she hadn't.

Surely there was a message in each. But she would find yet another instrumental. This time a dance track.

That was just confusing.

It was meant to be. It was time to start thinking.

Hopefully she might ask what its significance was?

There was an explanation.

But for Grod to give it first meant she had to make contact.

But ultimately, it was all a big mess. There was too much confusion and mixed messages to explain. Maybe it was just time to get drunk and party.

Maybe you are with a band of Mexicans whom are getting drunk with you.

Then you decide to make your own entertainment and pick up your various instruments. The guitars, trumpets and horns, the tambourines and bongos.

Except everyone is happily a bit worse the wear for drink.

 Or is it Herb Alpert & The Tuiana Brass on acid?

Whatever it was, Grod has no explanation of how this piece appeared on his computer.

He simply woke up the following morning, the computer happened to be switched on, as was his keyboard. The tequila resting on it was empty, on his chair his large Mexican hat.

He simply pressed play on the unknown track before him and heard the fanfare of drunk Mexicans playing around their campfire.

There was definitely some kind of theme they were struggling to adhere to, but frankly it was a bit of a confused mess.

UNNO.XXWWXX was about an unintended relationship that ended in a mess. The CD reflecting that relationship was to end on an unintended and unexpected meximess.