Monday, June 29, 2009

UNDER LOCK & KEY....

(begun Monday 29th June at 3.25am...)

Wayne von Bart could shriek as loud as he liked that it's just a corner of the valley that Parks chose to beautify and nothing more...*winks.. He could argue that though it's tucked away from all but the odd intrepid pedestrian risking a mugging as they cut through the parkland, it's worthy of all the 'special' attention they lavish on it... *beams..

How's the murder investigation going? The young girl found a couple of weeks ago lying over in Piedmont road by our own Baron Frankson? *curious... Done the autopsy yet? Have they even identified her? Sure, it's Mayville's case and not ours, but by a technicality only... See now, if I were young Baron and feeling pressured in any way, I'd take my top-of-the-range Nikon (which I'm betting he has) and get me some pictures of whatever it is they've set up at the end of the bluff to do the regular water runoff....

Though I would've put this young man in the Protected Species Class, it's always a good idea to have a safety net handy? A series of irrefutable photos showing how a precious commodity is being wantonly wasted should do the trick don't you think? Man, pictures like that could bail you out of almost any situation at all...*lawls... You can't fault me on my democratic approach to the Players in this highly illegal and corrupt Game, now can you? *falls over laughing...

Course it would have to be done very carefully, with copies left strategically for safe-keeping in places unknown, or you could end up like the unfortunate Sham family...
While Adv. Sham and his family were butchered for his refusal or inability to pay out the share of the plus/minus R75mil. SBV Heist loot owed to a couple of then recently released gang members, there's easily twenty times that kind of money involved in the Information Theft Project....*shrugs...
A life goes for next to nothing these days and Contract killers are probably a dime a dozen if you know the right people to call hey Bali? Lord No! Not you! *chokes... You've shown repeatedly that you have a yellow streak a mile wide, and would kak yourself to be in any way involved in the dirty end of the Game, so you stick to what you know best - bullying the old and ignorant, right? *grins..

That's not to say you don't get a great deal of vicarious pleasure from listening to stories of people getting their come-uppance violently... If the Abuser was so keen to share the sexual exploits he engineered to take place in his office, you're going to tell me he doesn't also impart details he's privy to, of who gets taken out and why? Pfft.. I'm betting that a few stories recounted such as those, would have his unfortunate officers remain stonily silent on any number of scurrilous activities...

Ag anyways Baron, you trot on over there under the gumtrees and you can shoot yourself (!) a few Free Passes out of any trouble you care to name...*cackles.. Just remember, if you don't have your own personal key to that padlocked chain, it would be futile using the convertible...*grins.. It may also be a good idea to look out for the BushDweller that I suspect has been installed as a back-up to deter anyone from getting too close to whatever is hidden over there on the bank...
Though I obviously enjoy melodrama as much as the next toad, there's simply no way I could thumbsuck this scenario....*winks..

LATER at 5.00am..

Still woolly-headed with sleep, I'd sat up in bed later than usual yesterday morning just in time to see - what FFS? A vehicle with lights? A person with lights? There was no repeat lightshow performance laid on for me over under the gumtrees this morning, and I begin to doubt the lights I saw so briefly.... *shrugs..
It would make sense that THIS Construction vehicle played safe and came in after dark to run off the water from now on... (though you'd have to bear in mind that old people's sleeping habits are erratic at best...)

Good grief, but how swiftly was it denied that Dark Fibre run FTTH!! *choking... Back away from the mere suggestion dudes! (Jayzuss, but my teeth and ear ache this morning Master - Mercy!!)
I OTOH, say bollox to that as I gazed out of my kid's window last night studying my Network Admin's streetlight pole....
You'll recall I've blogged the tiny brilliant red light situated on the top half of his pole that faces the valley? He's now activated another, though this one is white and faces up the Crescent..
Again, they are clearly visible where the silver bands intersect that juicy black cable that snakes up all the poles in the Zone...*applauds...
All the better to hear you with my deah? *falls over..

If the homeowners in this stretch of the Crescent were well-off, I say it was Trevor showing an interest... But we aren't, and the three properties most monitored are IMO one rand short of Debtor's Jail... Suggesting therefore, that we are nothing other than guinea-pigs for the Project and objects to be tortured and toyed with for the general amusement of the Chosen... Much as the Sweeper regales her colleagues with the hilarious near misses (and sometimes hits) of her exploited animals, does Allen Just-Doing-My-Job Spence regale his underlings with the close shaves endured by his Test-Bunnies?

Did he turn the fiasco involving B. Snr. into a humorous dinner party anecdote? Did he manage to find the lighter side of Gary and Gem's demise as they sat in DLOS to pretty much everything? *curious... A truly strange breed of animal is among us...*vomits....

Either my Network Admin. was otherwise occupied yesterday, or he couldn't escape the gimlet gaze of his SO for the day, as Pepsi appeared unable to do a runner from their yard...*snorts loudly.. I would happily take the Twins in after sunset each day and shelter them indoors over the winter months, returning them at sunup to their own yard. On the odd occasion that Pepsi spends the night, tis she who jumps up at the courtyard door the next morning and leads the way happily to the wall to be reunited with her family...*shrugs... A thought, but not one likely to be entertained by the Captain of Immense Courage as the weather grows icier by the day...
Far more mileage can be obtained by keeping them cold and miserable overnight not so? *gags...

I'm well aware that they are among the more fortunate animals in the area, as they have not one, but two kennels to choose from... Are the kennels both kitted out with dry mattresses and warm blankets? *cackles... What do you think? *looks at Bali's Assistant Torturer as he hoses down their back patio...
If, as missus C insisted, twas the lout of my Life who initially obtained the Twins from the SPCA (at no small cost) why then are any possible vet bills now HER responsibility? *fascinated... If he intended them as companions for himself (again, as stated by the Sweeper who simply NEVER lies), does he now demur when it comes to paying their food and vet bills? Or is he prone to a touch of ADD to add to his flawed character, and has long since grown tired of these two little pawns? *shrugs..

It's hoped that by continuing to blog the Twins and Nobby, Missus C can continue to raise laughs among her co-workers at what must be viewed as totally misplaced anxiety on my part.. I'm betting that were the Finance Manager to show them my pictures of these two undersized beasts tied up in a downpour with no shelter whatsoever, and Pepsi tethered and unable to escape Spotty's advances, they would find the situation as laughable as the Knocking of Nobby...

Different strokes for different folks hey? Amazing it is that Intellectuals such as yourselves don't have second thoughts on this Callous Cracker owning rather more than just his three vulnerable animals... I s'pose there's always the remote chance that you do, but are too terrified to utter a word...*grins.
A courageous geek? I don't think so.....*laughing...

Peace...

PS: As I type a quad bike enters the valley and noisily announces it's presence... Baron? Is that you hun? *cackles....

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Monday 29th June 2009 at 1.27pm.