SNEDDON, ALICE (1940 - ) My first chronicler, Aunt Alice carefully noted all of my early impressions, producing them, often years later, when their veracity became apparent. Without her constant support I would almost certainly have suffered the same fate of many other gifted children, subdued by discouragement and scepticism. While other members of my family might have preferred my silence, Alice was indefatigable in asserting my rights. “Let Hamilton speak!” she'd demand in a voice that brooked no dissent. Put to the test, she even had sufficient faith in me to break off her engagement to Vincent Christie when his presence caused me to collapse, stricken by a vivid impression of him clad in a suit of meat. This vision, incidentally, was subsequently vindicated in a manner I am currently unable to disclose.
When I was seven years old, Aunt Alice used her own savings to take me to the Gibson Institute in Florida where my faculties were tested under laboratory conditions. Nina Kelly, with the dogmatic insistence peculiar to numbskulls, dismisses the institute as a “trailer park operation dispensing meaningless certificates.” It was, and remains, in fact, a recognised university of parapsychology whose “meaningless certificates” are internationally accepted guarantees of authenticity. While I've no desire to blow my own trumpet, I can refer anyone seeking my own credentials to the Institute's archive where he'll find an unparalleled succession of test results.
Later, it was Alice who distributed the first Hamilton Coe bulletins, keeping interested parties updated on what I was up to. She also transported me to investigations across Britain, often at her own expense. While the reader might think these excursions grim, I remember them as happy occasions filled with song and laughter. With hindsight, it's obvious that Aunt Alice, who negotiated with victims' families and often hostile police forces, was shielding me from negative responses to my presence. This pressure was exacerbated when I was demonised on The People Who Saw Tomorrow television show, in the wake of which my parents were pressurised into curtailing my investigative activities, a capitulation Aunt Alice interpreted as a personal rebuke. She was further troubled by allegations that she embezzled the funds for trips from her employers. These allegations, I regret to say, while exaggerated, weren't entirely without foundation. The combined circumstances contributed to a breakdown in her health manifested by a facial twitch and episodes of uncontrollable sobbing.
Taking advantage of the situation, Vincent Christie reappeared on the scene. Despite my strenuous objections they were married within six months. A year later, they had a son of their own, Fraser Christie, a simpleton.
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