... I picked up the phone and muttered down a so-called dead line, "Look,
you spooks, get of yo asses and do something about the weather. It's
bloody cold, and what do I pay my taxes fo?"
As if. Talk to a spook an yo get silence.
I thought this was a joke -- the surveilance thing an dave an me and the
phone line but. I +mean+, most it would make much sense simply is it's a
funny line between dave an me.
EXCEPT ...
... ever SINCE I floated the washing up / Washington pun on petc, there's
been no problems.
Makes you wunner.
Anyone hot-wired to MI5 or the Red Judge, let me know (an anonymous drop
would be kool) -- really, it's not so much I'm bothered [an I'm sure dave's
not that bothered either] but it would be sort of nice to know if we're
being surveiled.
Is it me [high probability]? Is it dave [low prob]? Is it coincidence
[hingest]?
It's not what they know about you, it's what you don't know they know about
you ...
Ah, funny -- earlier today the Demon Princess asked me if I had any Small
Toys she could pack into a (literal) shoebox to send to kids in Africa for
Xmas? (My daughter, sweet little princess that she is, does things like
that.)
I said, "How about the (Barbie and) Ken motorcycle you gave me as a
Christmas Presnet a year or so ago?
"Daddy" (she said) "I don't think they like batteries sent through the
post".
Well ...
If I could work out how to make a Weapon of Mass Destruction from two AA
batteries, I could prolly win the Nobel.
Oh Christ, that's got my name reactivated on the surveillance list. Should
keep my mouth shut.
Someone.
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