Andrea Urban Fox and the mystery of the email

A quick update on the Andrea Urban Fox /Silva /Da Silva/Goncalves/DaGoncalves/ whatever the sad troll is calling herself these days (Lady Andrea too, apparently, the last word in irony that one) saga. See previous posts for history.

http://nemesisrespondsto.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/andrea-urban-fox-silva-and-ambrosine.html


She's still attention seeking and playing the victim, while associating with some rather nasty trolls, which makes her claims of victimhood look ever more the BS they are.

I point out I don't avidly read her tweets, they really aren't very interesting,  though some who follow her send me links when she's clearly having a rant about me. Given that she attention seeks by claiming I'm her stalker (no really, she does, apparently it's the fashionable thing these days to claim you are stalked, though actually, reading crap she posts about me on social media and responding doesn't come under any legal definition of stalking at all) then I suppose I should consider this and what follows is about me? Not that I have used her son, but things like truth and Andrea are strangers. It's a good one to get people on her side too.

 Indeed. I am sure using Twitter helps Andrea hugely. Gives her some sort of stability etc etc

 Yes we recall the Trent Reznor stuff, where Andrea obsessed and blogged about him, to no effect (though Twitter did suspend her):

Apparently I have lapdogs. I wasn't aware I had those either.  Barking. Here in reverse order:

Remember her BS I put her address and phone number somewhere on the internet (unspecified) and she was so terrified (apparently I am a terrorist, or have links with such) she moved house?

The fact I don't actually have her address (Borough of Tower Hamlets is a large place)  nor phone number and did no such thing didn't deter her, oh no. Also the fact I don't know any terrorists not have links with them seems to have passed the deluded woman by.

Well, apparently, reading the above, Andrea thinks I also have her email address, and have been making an abusive Twitter account using it.

Yep, that's the most recent eye-wateringly silly accusation. Nope, I don't actually know any email address of Andrea's but look, that's too much like banal reality and doesn't fit with the fantasy world she has created around me.

As far as I can recall, however, in order to make a Twitter account, you need to register it and then in order to activate it Twitter sends an email to you. So if Twitter sent an email to Andrea, did she click to activate it despite not having registered a new Twitter account?

Andrea,  the whole thing smells, very, very whiffy indeed.

Even more whiffy is the fact after I screenshotted the above and put on my Twitpics denying her allegations, did she apologize? Nope.

 

OK I forgot. It was it tiny anyhow and as it is all over her Twitter account, the frothing can only be deemed trolling.

Read this Andrea. I know you will.

I'll say it again. The only person using her kid's image to troll and abuse is Andrea. He's not old enough to give consent and dragging him into her online games is very odd.

I blanked his face out there but Andrea hadn't. Using her child as her avatar to abuse me and call me a perv is really showing how low this woman can go. As for DMs, well maybe that Twitlonger one wasn't so secret. I got it by perfectly legitimate means. It was an attempt as usual to manipulate and bleat and play victim. Andrea forgets we are all wise to her trolling and her troll pals

 and that she is far from being a victim.

Well no, not quite showing how low she can go. There is worse. She's fond of calling people paedophiles too.

I'll put this here again. If she would read carefully and act on it, perhaps no-one would waste time having to refute her lies and the lies of her pals about me.

And for that, Andrea called the writer 'pure evil'. Yes her wee troll is still trolling me, though has changed names. Oddly, it sounds just like Andrea, similar style and vocabulary, but who can tell?

You have to chuckle.

Nem. With love.