DEJA VU..........
(begun Saturday 13th September at 9.45am...)
*I've never noticed that before.... a tiny little lock with a red circle on it saying 'warning - unauthenticated content' ? Bwaahaaahaaa......*
Let me guess..... You're gatvol with Colin Balliram's three dogs? If you ever read another word about Nobby and the Twins it will be too soon?
If this is so, may I (Zuma-style) respectfully request that you FOAD, and promptly at that? *beams....
Bali's treatment of his dogs is an integral part of his sleazy character after all. A character easily as flawed as his toadish puppet...*curtseys....
With the secrecy surrounding Selebi's Wireless/Power Project being for obvious reasons the order of the day, it is highly likely that your street will find itself under the thumb of such as el Pollo de Grande and his ilk....
What better could the Beast wish for than one who so gaily disregards the Law? It will come to pass that Druglords and their connections will soon be in the unique position to either first hand, or purchased, be privy to your most private of conversations....
The inevitable denials that will have been shrieked at my allegations surrounding Earl Michael Barnabas, are merely damage control.... Mistuh Barnabas has a finger in most pies here in the Zone fosho.....*grins..
Not the least of which could well be Mannering's Garage.....*laughing...
Lest I judge too hastily (as you lot are so wont to do), I will give Highflying Harry another week to contact me.... If I don't hear from him by then, I must conclude that it is possible the Peerage joins him on his weekends away with the Boyz? *cackles... Then of course there is also Malcolm...another would-be Player and Cuz to our Basil by marriage.... Mally, who is well aware of Basil's misfortune but is too busy jolling at Harry's weekend hideaway to solve the problem....*snorts...
Do any of these three fine citizens of the Zone want for cash? I should say NOT! Tis their scruples and compassion that for some reason have gone missing...*looks at the so persuasive Druglord Barnabas and wonders...
The Architect would have me believe that business is bad? *frowns.... My pleas fell on deaf ears and no little second-hand car has arrived on Basil's verge to replace the one stolen....*sniffs...
I wouldn't have asked but for the so-visible proof of the Architects investments here in the Zone..*shrugs... That the Architect will certainly be aware of how things are done here...
That the theft of Basil's old Jetta from outside a church in Redhill was very much a contract job organised by the Rotten Apples.....
A theft which hopefully has backfired rather badly, by creating a firmer friendship, and my access to a much wider array of the characters that populate the Zone...*delighted...
The Cousin's Tazz had left the top of the drive at sparrow's this morning....
I had called last night and asked if he would put one of the two water bowls up on the terrace...
Instead he was ordered to remove both water bowls and their food bowl, altogether...*shrugs...
Also as ordered, the obedient puppet has left all three dogs shut up in the top of the property, and firmly shut the little safety gate behind them.
A strange directive considering the easy access by purported criminals via the tree in the valley? *cackling..
An even stranger directive when you consider the Sweeper's insistence that the three dogs are getting out on their own at the top?
To be shut in, in that restricted area, sans food or drink, would have me making a run for it, never mind the effing dogs...*falls over..
Deja vu it is - another Sales Drive call during the week from my Master's Security company ADT has the old antenna quivering....
Let's see now - the Courageous Couple have made sure I know they are away, but for some reason forgot to mention it to Basil on the other side?
Their four-footed alarm systems have all been shut up away from the crims prime access point to the property....
ADT have no access to this property. Nor apparently, do the SAPS.
Does my Master have plans in place that involved the previous points? Surely their Insurance Policy is now sucked dry by the theatre played out on 13th June?
If in my wholly accepted role as Tard of the World, even I can see that there has been a deliberate security risk set up in the valley-facing side of Lord Foul's property, how does a Genius of his standing justify this? *agog....
An article in the Mercury of Friday 12th September Page 7 titled " Govt gets tough over dirty water", does little more than report posturing by Dep.President Mlambo-Ngcuka, on the increased levels of pollution in tap water and rivers..... Read it if you can, and bear in mind that this is the tip of the iceberg and you ain't seen nothing yet!...
If you seriously think I'm grasping at straws when I say the 'mysterious' death of so many crocodiles at the Kruger National Park is a direct result of unskilled crews laying cables for the Government Project, then it's time to wake up eejits.... *sighs...
Try Page 11 of the Mercury on Thursday September 11th and tell me there is no cover up...*gags..
Later: At 11.50am:
The GameWrecker left about 25 minutes ago, and I've just been up the top to fetch my fags from the car.... Brilliant timing as it happened....*grins..
The silver Tazz pulled up, this time with a passenger.... A bouncer gone to seed, wearing the clubbers uniform and an earring... This time Cuz drove in and parked the car at the bottom of the drive....
I was just in time to see Bozo carrying something fairly large and heavy, covered with a cloth, hastily trotting down the last few stairs and into the house.... A stripper? Half a cow?
They are clearly expecting no surprise, arranged visits this weekend as the toilet window was left open before they even pulled up...*shrugs..
It's always possible that my Master is holed up all the while in der Bunker, wearing his Operation Managers hat.....I truly have a problem picturing him making small talk in a Berg Hotel Pub when there's a decent sized rugby match on this afternoon....*laughing..
The TV, needless to say, has behaved remarkably well all morning... Will it last?
What script will my large Lord and his goondaboyz choose for the afternoon and evening?
The Cuz has surprisingly lost a great deal of his charm in the company of Bozo the Clown....*interested...
I'd watched yesterday afternoon at 4.25pm as this fellow in denim cutoffs, white peak and a backpack, had strolled under the gumtrees across the valley. He appeared to be searching for something in the bushes at the end of the bluff, before he sprawled onto the ground at his ease....
I see this morning he found what he was looking for...This little tent now sits tucked out of the wind, overlooking the ongoing waterworks and cable laying in the valley.... The scout for a new informal settlement? A GateKeeper of sorts? *shrugs... We shall see....
The wind has picked up to almost gale force... A phenomenon preferred by criminals to mask the sounds of their activities.... *winks at the Cuz and his hefty mate...
I wonder idly if my never-ending yammering on this blog is doing more to provoke fear amongst the Readers, than disgust...
Fear that they too may fall foul of the Fowl, may well be the cause of the eerie silence that sometimes surrounds me as I bound into #trivia....*shrieks..
Disgust would be infinitely preferable to trembling sycophantic cowardice....*grins..
My Lord and his mobile Pooper Scooper have fed you well over the years... Undoubtedly embellishing and embroidering each stolen morsel of sound from our home...*chokes...
You are as entitled to your disgust as I am to your gullibility....*dances...
Let us now go and attempt to poke the chickens with a stick shall we? *grins...
Peace julle...
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Saturday 13th September 2008 at 1.41pm.
