Tuesday, August 07, 2007


LET THE DREAMERS WAKE THE NATION.....
(begun 9.00am tuesday)
I have fallen sadly by the wayside of late... my goose has been cooked on high in the microwave once too often?...*winks at Bali...
At about 9.30am yesterday, the little white AirWing plane began circling and circling 45th and the Southern Freeway... they eventually flew overhead and included the Convent in their recce...
Another tour of the ongoing Project?
It is hazardous to walk on my front lawn at the moment.
God's Little Ploughs are out in vast numbers, and piles of freshly tunnelled earth are everywhere to be seen...
The one or two crickets heard some weeks back, have clearly multiplied into a great colony for the moles to feast on...
As for the Radio Wave cricket song? I've not heard it since my last mention, but probably only because I have not been deliberately listening for it...*grins..
The Ethekwini Painters are very busy with Freddie the Accountant's renovations at No. 12. While some of the wekkers are busy repainting the house, there was a great deal of banging and drilling going on yesterday in what sounded like his front garden...*beams..
The same front garden that houses the little corrugated iron structure and the Wendyhouse that has been pushed up against my neighbour's wall.....*smiles..
While they worked so busily, the Beast's minion arrived down in the valley in the much photographed bakkie with the long red fabric ladder ties.. *sigh....
I managed to get a whole series of great shots of the large droog, as he opened the 'wireless' box on top of the pole, and made adjustments ...*beams...
May I guess here? That my Master's builders will be arriving at No. 6 soon, and in the ensuing chaos, Freddie the Would-be Bomber will be expected to carry more responsibility? A thrilling thought.....*cackles... Fosho he will...
How this will affect the piggies in the middle we shall have to wait and see....*grins...
The few remaining, ignorant residents, who have not been offered this marvellous technical innovation and therefore have not signed the Beast's Confidentiality forms...(Telkom and Confidentiality in the same breath, has to be a Classic oxymoron...*chortles...
Sue the Book popped down late on Sunday afternoon for a coffee... she is still clearly unwell and was due back at the ENT Specialist yesterday. She has now developed a hectic pain behind one eye and is possibly going to be sent for a CATscan.
I follow her disintegration with sympathy and great interest... I have to doubt that even a worst case scenario of a brain tumor, would cause any change to the ongoing uncaring attitude displayed by the Muni and Telkom's Wimax project operators...*hawks and spits.....
I had such a string of apologies all day yesterday, that I'd anticipated a mere handful at our CPF Meeting last night. A nice surprise then, to once again be proven wrong...*beams..
I do admittedly lose track very easily these days - but at some point during the Meeting, the Secretary advised us, that at their special exec. members only meeting last week, der Kommissar had said that he'd had an informant at our last CPF Meet.
An informant who had told der Kommissar to expect a letter from our CPF expressing unhappiness with some of the Great Mans statements....*startled...
Of course no such letter was ever forthcoming, as the Vice-Chair soothed ruffled feathers and diffused the situation fairly easily... *smiles..
This leaves one to wonder about the so-called Informant...*sighs..
Our entire Meeting was, and is now always, monitored and recorded (see pics of Wireless equipment attached to the wall outside our CPF Meeting room.) This is a given.
I, predictably as always, leapt to the conclusion that the so useful Wimax system was the Informant.
In retrospect and with hindsight (yadda yadda yadda), I would remind you of the wondrous good-fortune that befell our CPF Chairman recently.
How I blogged that he had been elevated from a Counsellor of Troubled Youth to a Westville Prison Parole Board Officer?
How I had feared there would be a price to pay for this largesse? And so it was, and will continue.... *shakes it's head...
I have not forgotten that assumption is a dangerous thing...
But I can only guess that in this instance, both the Wimax Monitoring system AND our dear Chair (undoubtedly prompted), were the Informants in this matter....*keels over....
I forgot to tell you that well before I left for the Meeting, I had admired the bright lightshow over at St. Theresa's....
My Master had of course, heard me earlier in the day, ask the Secretary whether we could collect Sister Stephens on our way...
Unsurprising therefore that only the very basic of lights were on when we finally arrived to collect the Sister...*cackles...
Not even the jumpy Head of Security pulled in to monitor us...*beams..
Eh - but again I digress.... I managed a quick word with the Microwave boffin's Missus after the Meeting..
she had read my Microwave Madness blog, and very kindly said that she felt any health problems down our way, could more likely be ascribed to the noxious emissions from the Freeway traffic..
She is a sweetie and has a valid point. Apart from the fact that on 6 out of 7 days the wind in our valley comes from the North East...
I am still convinced that the Boffin himself has been kept completely in the dark (heh) as to many of the aspects and goals of this Wondrous project... that were he to have lived here in the valley since 2004 and the inception of Allen Spence (Master of Electricity for Durban and the world), and his Telkom cronies brilliant Wimax Data-Theft Project, he would reconsider the validity of my calls for compensation for Basil, Sue and Penny...
Are fluid build-up around the brain, cramps in extremities, jaws and teeth aching, pressure in the ears, pockets of hot air in my house, pins and needles, hair loss etc, the results of carbon monoxide emissions from Freeway traffic?
Why have all these symptoms only materialised since 2004?
Ah.... the magical 'coincidence' word again...*laughs... I don't think so.
I noticed this morning that Freddie's house painters had deliberately left a large patch of white on the upstairs wall facing south... In the dark this morning the patch had a phosphorescent green glow to it and I managed a fairly good picture...*beams..
Merely a toad wind-up? Or another of the so carefully treated areas, as on my immediate neighbours wall here outside my lounge, and on Bali's wall 20 feet from our bedrooms? Either way, it is fascinating to speculate....*cackles..
I was told last night that the Druglord has a beautiful home in Sydenham as well, and has had it for years... that the police can't touch him as he has way too much information on them?
That the cheerful music I used to enjoy as the icecream van trundled about in summer over on Michan/Wragge roads, meant drugs were available along with the double-choc cones...*shrieks....
And again you have to wonder who are his Government contacts and what business does the fair Carol do on her trips to the East...
And you would believe that Prakash Collin Balliram, Master of MY Universe, has lily white, unsullied hands?
His injured and sullen silence tells me that he is not happy with my humble TheBaliShow production.....
A laughable turn of events indeed...*cackles...
Were he to switch off his inside garage light overnight, what would the result be? More electrical dips to our system?
We still have dips occasionally but its been pretty stable of late... Famous last words? Pffff....
He most definitely still totally controls our PC and electrical supply, and cannot help but make his irritable presence felt...*laughs..
Show me the official Warrant granting him permission to continue his invasion of our privacy, and I will have a copy made to hang next to the GameWrecker's fabricated Warrant of Arrest signed by Mr. Reddy...*falls down laughing...
My so vivid imagination pales next to this band of Yellow Feathered Fowl....
Peace julle...
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Tuesday 7th August 2007 at 10.36am.