Showing posts with label John Nightingale 1949-2006 RIP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Nightingale 1949-2006 RIP. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 January 2010

My brother John and Schizophrenia


The phone rings, it's someone pretending to a be a policeman, I'm convinced of that. And I tell them so. I ring Celia and say I've had a weird phone call. They'd asked if I lived at an address that was Dads, feeling alarmed it may be burglars looking to turn over his house

I also ring Bill. Matt, Celias boyfriend said he didn't like the sound of it anyway and that they should come over to me. I'm sitting in the dining room, see a message on the ansaphone, as I start to listen to it I can't quite take in what the woman is saying. Something about my brother, John Nightingale. I see a police car pull up, simultaneously Matt's car pull up behind and Bill's pull up in front. What extraordinary co-ordination though too preoccupied at the time to consider it.