MAYDAY........
(begun 1st May at 3.55am.....)
The Rotten Apples latest theatrical production was as slick and professional as its last.... You remember the award-winning hostage drama where Penny hoisted the Masters two little ones to safety over my wall and was subsequently treated like a criminal and spitefully abused? *applauds...
Before I'd sat down at the PC to type my previous blog, I'd seen Missus Courageous' white Merc pulled in at the bottom of their drive and Balis red 4x4 pick-up truck parked at the top, inside the gates...*shrugs...
It must have been about 2.00pm when I heard Pepsi and Cola making a fuss. Only the pick-up was left on the driveway at that point and Nobby was standing by the closed gates wagging his tail at someone I couldn't see....
One of the Twins began crying. A sound oddly enough, I've never heard either one make before, so I took off up the top to see who was at their gates.
The killer dog that caught little Pepsi a few weeks ago was taking its ease on the road outside No. 14. I checked and Bali's gates weren't open, and a big black people carrier was pulled up right next to them, partly hidden by all the shrubs they've allowed to grow... Someone was standing just tucked out of sight by the gate and I could hear him talking steadily....Bali? I flew back down and heard another bloke call up to the gate but I kept going and fetched my cellphone and sent a text to the killer dogs owner to say their dog was out...
An almighty banging began at Bali's at that point and the house alarm went off....(was it 3 or 4 weeks ago I told you how he'd stood with a hammer whacking his gates noisily? *cackles...)
Neither the banging nor the house alarm were out of the ordinary, and I merely remarked to the GameWrecker that usually it was Khaled's alarm that went off, so they've just changed their plans somewhat.... A few minutes later I was on my way back up to do the gates for the GameWrecker to leave, when I heard the red 4x4 start up, so I took the stairs two at a time to see the square black car now facing down the road and the red truck pulled up right behind it... *shrugs.... They took off with a wheelspin and then had to wait for the traffic on Jan Smuts before taking a left at great speed...*yawns....
Next thing I see Bali's gate has been left open and Basil is walking up the verge muttering... He said that Missus C had phoned them shortly before, to say they were going away overnight and needed their number... Oddness, as they had at least the one required to make that original call.... I asked B whether she'd taken to phoning them regularly when they went out and he said no, with a smile.....
So why this time and why just an hour or so prior to the red devil truck being nicked?
May I guess that Missus C will say she just 'had a feeling something was going to happen' ? In reality, did the Captain of Immense Courage and Bravery TELL her to phone Basil?
See, without that call being made there's a slender chance we all would have bought it....
It's the damned phone call that makes the entire scenario a huge FAIL! *cackles...
Anyways, back to the drama..... Petrified that Pepsi and Cola would hurtle out through the broken open gates I ran down and found them sitting subdued by their kennel... Then the ADT car pulled up and the uniformed young man just sat there..... *puzzled....
We told him of the banging and the two cars pulling off and I went back down with him to find the bricks next to the front door jamb had been knocked out and the door standing open...
The two of us walked right round the house but didn't go inside.
I caught the Twins and took them home for safety sake.... *shrugs...
The GameWrecker meanwhile had phoned Missus C who said they were halfway to Pietermaritzburg and would turn around and come straight back.... *sighs.... I didn't hang about for the cops to arrive, but went home to enjoy the Twins visit to fat Sophie....*beams...
Yeah, I know you think I'm biased, but the sheer flamboyance and yes, theatrics involved, made for a comedic offering par excellence! I don't know what they did to one of the Twins to make it cry like that, but I swear I wouldn't have paid any attention at all to the two guys otherwise...*chortles...
I heard them both and just thought it was Bali and a mate...*shrugs... There'd been a black people carrier type vehicle sitting on the verge just below No. 14 a few days ago.... I can't even recall whether it had been during the day or night... Doing a practise run? I'd thought it to be a visitor, but as always with hindsight, I guess it was the hirelings checking out their modis operandi to be...
There are a couple of points I'm uncharacteristacally going to keep to myself right now.... *winks.. Did the thieves make off with more than just the red truck? Is it just me or do you agree that despite his close ties with Dodge City, the Chicken King is targetted more than most when it comes to crime? *curious...
Will his insurance cover new gates? By nightfall he had managed to get them closed (impressive) but you all know how easy it was for the 'thieves' to push them apart and slide in....
I can't help but think if he was an ordinary, pleasant neighbour who didn't go out of his way to be a thug, he could get away with the odd insurance scam or three.... AS it is, there's absolutely no doubt that yesterday's drama was just another setup... *sighs...
Will the replacement vehicle be an upgrade on the red 4x4? Who in their right mind would steal such a glaringly obvious vehicle? *shrieks... Who will be doing the respray job? Someone not very far away I guess.....*grins... That give-away fire-engine red would look good covered in a deep coppery bronze colour don't you think? Or maybe even a turquoise blue? *laughing...
I must concede to a fleeting pang of sympathy for Missus C.... Why I couldn't say, as she is fully invested in this nefarious behaviour.... She made the damning phone call did she not? Even so, there are many things SlimeBoy doesn't choose to share with her to his own cost and I guess that's what irritates me... She gives him 100% in return for what FFS?!
It was a pleasure to see how the family kept arriving all afternoon to offer their support, and I loved how blase their eldest sounded when she picked up her mama's phone later...*grins... Sadly, it won't be long before little Dimples regards me as the Wicked Witch of the West as well, but in the meantime she is still a merry smiling child and a credit to her mum....*shrugs..
Do the Ballirams take offence at having their private lives shared with all and sundry here, as they've shared our lives with you down to the minutest detail over the years? One would hope not, as what's sauce for the goose after all.....
The difference is that they are both unfamiliar with the word TRUTH but I guess you've discovered that for yourselves and don't mind in the least.... After all, the guy is a Cracker legend in this small pond is he not? *falls over laughing....
*The solid grey cloud cover this morning ensures a steady high-pitched scream in my ears. The Peregrine falcon goes after the feeding doves relentlessly.....*
Have most of you been persuaded that my blog is no more than an Ode to Revenge, easily as scurrilous as the vendetta our Controller embraces? *chortles... More fool you!
It's never been much more than a futile attempt at self-preservation believe it or not...*shrugs...
I simply don't have the capacity for hate that comes so easily to Colin Balliram... Go figure..
I overslept this morning and when I finally went out onto the verandah there was no amazing acoustic display laid on. A handy trick to ensure that the Twins can be wound up in the wee hours... Pfft...
Peace julle...
---oOo---
Saturday 2nd May 2009 at 9.08am.
Friday, May 01, 2009
ECHOES OF MY MIND....
(begun Wednesday 29th April at 3.00am....)
The Twins freak out sporadically on this otherwise still morning and I guess that's a muted Wireless Song running in the background, though I've not yet been out to check...
Bali's irritation bubbled over last night and he spitefully knocked the TV screen off twice during the early evening....*grins.... I'm of the opinion that there's no reason why our PC shouldn't run flawlessly, given that we reside right next door to our ISP...*snorts..
Besides, the FF Server Not Found and address timeout error messages I'm so frequently treated to, reek of Bali's continued lame bullying....*shrugs..
I hear myself bitching again, despite that I'm being allowed to play in #trivia+ on a channel OWNED by the Chicken King....*grins.. Old habits die hard ja.....
Though my Master manipulates my lag to a ludicrous degree, and my answers come up laughably slowly, I still enjoy the silliness... Clearly my leaving the main #trivia channel hasn't made a blind bit of difference to the Foul King's attitude and I'm to be harrassed forever, one way or the other.... I've asked repeatedly to be pointed to a remote area where I may attempt to play without sullying my Masters domain, but this request has met with a predictable FAIL *chortles...
Where would be the fun were he unable to demonstrate his skillz to his peers after all? *grins...
Is he as revered as ever or has the age limit of his sycophants plummeted dramatically to a band of 12 year olds and family members only? *curious....
I guess this subject matter is of no interest to you at all, despite that it shows how simply your average Tard can be controlled and whacked repeatedly via a service legally paid for...*chokes..
Thursday 30th April at 3.55am
I deleted the mail (Sender Unknown) sent to my toadisbanned nick in gmail, without opening it...*grins.. I believe the subject line read ' don't you love us anymore?'...*laughing... It did get me to pop over to the broadbandlounge.co.za after reading the forums at MyBB, though I found no reply to the pm I'd sent after I'd registered....
My warnings have been heard? That any communication will be tracked quite swiftly by the so-called Government appointed Prat next door, and the senders details noted...?
Na... It's more likely to be my notoriety and unpleasantness that prevents contact being made...*snorts.... The last time I sent a message to rpm I was happy though puzzled to find halicon still ranked on his list of friends....*smiles...
The canine population are disturbingly silent this morning and I don't recall hearing them during the night either.... Weirdness...Despite several dips to the desk lamp last night, it was a relatively event-free evening, so I guess Bali had had a fairly pleasant day...*beams...
Friday 1st May at 3.35am...
It's bizarre how my life seems to be running a fraction ahead of the rest.. As if I'm out of sync by a nano-second, and can predict what's going to happen shortly before it actually takes place...*puzzled...
Is it my imagination or has he lost a lot of weight? His Hearing took place yesterday... What Hearing? My Chair loyally declined to fill me in, which leaves me wondering whether it was the Sexual Harrassment charges..... ...*cackles... More lies created by his enemies? *winks...
I nodded gently as he addressed the Meeting at unintelligible speed, rousing myself long enough to hear him say "I'm not going anywhere"....*shrieks with laughter...
So, it's to be the Big Fish in a small pond scenario then? A Directorship created at our very own Station would be my first bet... *waves to Schabir, Giver of Gifts.... Hardly surprising.....
The Twins set up their anxious calling after 2.00am this morning.. What is it that's been setting them off with such 'frequency' at that hour of the day? Normally I turn over and go back to sleep but this time I was curious enough to go out and have a look.... They both stood on the edge of the Master's deck looking out into the valley as they yapped excitedly, but there was nothing to be seen. The Wireless Song buzzed loudly from the transmitter at the end of the bluff over by the gumtrees... Is it the activation of this device that sets the animals off? *curious..
Sitting here at the desk now, for the most part silently scribbling my thoughts, the cordless phone next to me suddenly chirruped in the thick quiet of the room.. Haikona! *chortles... Startling yet inoffensive, I'm perfectly happy to hear my Controller is up and about and am frankly, tickled pink by this first-time phenomenon...*applauds... On checking, I found the cordless phone plug knocked half out of the socket and appreciate that my Master felt it neccessary to tell me..... *curtseys....
I remember way back, using the analogy that he would be sent young, pretty women to tempt him and that if he were foolish enough to succumb to these temptations, his behaviour would be recorded and used against him....*sighs... I will never know whether my warnings back then were already too late or spot on with their timing.... Twas certainly about the same time he first began telling me that I was old and ugly, though I didn't make the connection up until fairly recently *winks... His own man? NOT. Another relatively easy WIN for Tweedledumb and Tweedledee, and he will dance to their tune obligingly, oblivious to how simply he has been manipulated....*shrugs...
LATER at 5.30am
The Chicken King knows I can be counted on to give credit where it's due...*smiles... Not five minutes before I climbed onto the Orbitrek earlier, the Twins dashed to the edge of the deck and began their frenzied yapping... I was astonished at first, as was Kitz, as she sat up immediately and gazed up the valley towards the gap in the Playing Field wall.... Each bark was bouncing back down the valley perfectly! *roffels...
How neat a trick is that FFS? Not just a tail-end echo of their yelps and squeaks but a perfect repeat of each sound they made, as clear as a bell!
Needless to say, you may imagine that this drove the Twins into a complete froth of delight and caused me to actually laugh out loud for some time....*falls over...
A simple scientific explanation ? *looks at Bali... I certainly didn't hear the weird and perfect echoes after 2.00am as I stood out on the lawn listening to their barking... Is this what my dear Master has been activating in the early hours so often, to cause his beasts to be quite so vocal? To what end? He knows I find the timbre of their voices easy to sleep through. He also knows that it often disturbs Basil. *fascinated.
Has he earmarked No. 4 for a relative or friend and now makes a concerted effort to disturb their lives to the point where they would consider relocating?
Privy as my Controller is to the private conversations that occur inside No. 4, he will be fully aware of any grumblings made about the continuous noisiness of his animals and he will go to extreme lengths to increase the disturbance...*claps...
There was a time when I could have warned Basil to dig his heels in and suffer silently, but I guess Antoinette's misguided attempts to enlighten them has firmly closed that door...*shrugs..
A toppie calls happily as grey clouds move in to cover the clear skies... What revelations will be carefully revealed in today's press offerings? It matters not, as long as you continue to be distracted from the inexorable installation of the Information Theft project....
I spent a half hour yesterday, trudging up and down past all the caged dogs at the SPCA. It costs little enough to stop before each occupant and give them a biscuit and a kind word, despite knowing that it's highly unlikely the majority will escape the ovens... Besides, how many of the few that do, will be treated humanely?
Was I offended when I pulled in to collect the Minutes and found the head count short by a couple? To be told that the two youngest and littlest had been savaged to death by the bigger dogs over the weekend? One killed outright while the other lingered a day or two, agonisingly, before giving up? And we like to consider ourselves civilised? *screams... When my armour finally renders me impervious to these appalling occurrences, I reckon it will be time to go...*nods...
Meanwhile, peace julle.....
---oOo---
Friday 1st May 2009 at 1.07pm.
(begun Wednesday 29th April at 3.00am....)
The Twins freak out sporadically on this otherwise still morning and I guess that's a muted Wireless Song running in the background, though I've not yet been out to check...
Bali's irritation bubbled over last night and he spitefully knocked the TV screen off twice during the early evening....*grins.... I'm of the opinion that there's no reason why our PC shouldn't run flawlessly, given that we reside right next door to our ISP...*snorts..
Besides, the FF Server Not Found and address timeout error messages I'm so frequently treated to, reek of Bali's continued lame bullying....*shrugs..
I hear myself bitching again, despite that I'm being allowed to play in #trivia+ on a channel OWNED by the Chicken King....*grins.. Old habits die hard ja.....
Though my Master manipulates my lag to a ludicrous degree, and my answers come up laughably slowly, I still enjoy the silliness... Clearly my leaving the main #trivia channel hasn't made a blind bit of difference to the Foul King's attitude and I'm to be harrassed forever, one way or the other.... I've asked repeatedly to be pointed to a remote area where I may attempt to play without sullying my Masters domain, but this request has met with a predictable FAIL *chortles...
Where would be the fun were he unable to demonstrate his skillz to his peers after all? *grins...
Is he as revered as ever or has the age limit of his sycophants plummeted dramatically to a band of 12 year olds and family members only? *curious....
I guess this subject matter is of no interest to you at all, despite that it shows how simply your average Tard can be controlled and whacked repeatedly via a service legally paid for...*chokes..
Thursday 30th April at 3.55am
I deleted the mail (Sender Unknown) sent to my toadisbanned nick in gmail, without opening it...*grins.. I believe the subject line read ' don't you love us anymore?'...*laughing... It did get me to pop over to the broadbandlounge.co.za after reading the forums at MyBB, though I found no reply to the pm I'd sent after I'd registered....
My warnings have been heard? That any communication will be tracked quite swiftly by the so-called Government appointed Prat next door, and the senders details noted...?
Na... It's more likely to be my notoriety and unpleasantness that prevents contact being made...*snorts.... The last time I sent a message to rpm I was happy though puzzled to find halicon still ranked on his list of friends....*smiles...
The canine population are disturbingly silent this morning and I don't recall hearing them during the night either.... Weirdness...Despite several dips to the desk lamp last night, it was a relatively event-free evening, so I guess Bali had had a fairly pleasant day...*beams...
Friday 1st May at 3.35am...
It's bizarre how my life seems to be running a fraction ahead of the rest.. As if I'm out of sync by a nano-second, and can predict what's going to happen shortly before it actually takes place...*puzzled...
Is it my imagination or has he lost a lot of weight? His Hearing took place yesterday... What Hearing? My Chair loyally declined to fill me in, which leaves me wondering whether it was the Sexual Harrassment charges..... ...*cackles... More lies created by his enemies? *winks...
I nodded gently as he addressed the Meeting at unintelligible speed, rousing myself long enough to hear him say "I'm not going anywhere"....*shrieks with laughter...
So, it's to be the Big Fish in a small pond scenario then? A Directorship created at our very own Station would be my first bet... *waves to Schabir, Giver of Gifts.... Hardly surprising.....
The Twins set up their anxious calling after 2.00am this morning.. What is it that's been setting them off with such 'frequency' at that hour of the day? Normally I turn over and go back to sleep but this time I was curious enough to go out and have a look.... They both stood on the edge of the Master's deck looking out into the valley as they yapped excitedly, but there was nothing to be seen. The Wireless Song buzzed loudly from the transmitter at the end of the bluff over by the gumtrees... Is it the activation of this device that sets the animals off? *curious..
Sitting here at the desk now, for the most part silently scribbling my thoughts, the cordless phone next to me suddenly chirruped in the thick quiet of the room.. Haikona! *chortles... Startling yet inoffensive, I'm perfectly happy to hear my Controller is up and about and am frankly, tickled pink by this first-time phenomenon...*applauds... On checking, I found the cordless phone plug knocked half out of the socket and appreciate that my Master felt it neccessary to tell me..... *curtseys....
I remember way back, using the analogy that he would be sent young, pretty women to tempt him and that if he were foolish enough to succumb to these temptations, his behaviour would be recorded and used against him....*sighs... I will never know whether my warnings back then were already too late or spot on with their timing.... Twas certainly about the same time he first began telling me that I was old and ugly, though I didn't make the connection up until fairly recently *winks... His own man? NOT. Another relatively easy WIN for Tweedledumb and Tweedledee, and he will dance to their tune obligingly, oblivious to how simply he has been manipulated....*shrugs...
LATER at 5.30am
The Chicken King knows I can be counted on to give credit where it's due...*smiles... Not five minutes before I climbed onto the Orbitrek earlier, the Twins dashed to the edge of the deck and began their frenzied yapping... I was astonished at first, as was Kitz, as she sat up immediately and gazed up the valley towards the gap in the Playing Field wall.... Each bark was bouncing back down the valley perfectly! *roffels...
How neat a trick is that FFS? Not just a tail-end echo of their yelps and squeaks but a perfect repeat of each sound they made, as clear as a bell!
Needless to say, you may imagine that this drove the Twins into a complete froth of delight and caused me to actually laugh out loud for some time....*falls over...
A simple scientific explanation ? *looks at Bali... I certainly didn't hear the weird and perfect echoes after 2.00am as I stood out on the lawn listening to their barking... Is this what my dear Master has been activating in the early hours so often, to cause his beasts to be quite so vocal? To what end? He knows I find the timbre of their voices easy to sleep through. He also knows that it often disturbs Basil. *fascinated.
Has he earmarked No. 4 for a relative or friend and now makes a concerted effort to disturb their lives to the point where they would consider relocating?
Privy as my Controller is to the private conversations that occur inside No. 4, he will be fully aware of any grumblings made about the continuous noisiness of his animals and he will go to extreme lengths to increase the disturbance...*claps...
There was a time when I could have warned Basil to dig his heels in and suffer silently, but I guess Antoinette's misguided attempts to enlighten them has firmly closed that door...*shrugs..
A toppie calls happily as grey clouds move in to cover the clear skies... What revelations will be carefully revealed in today's press offerings? It matters not, as long as you continue to be distracted from the inexorable installation of the Information Theft project....
I spent a half hour yesterday, trudging up and down past all the caged dogs at the SPCA. It costs little enough to stop before each occupant and give them a biscuit and a kind word, despite knowing that it's highly unlikely the majority will escape the ovens... Besides, how many of the few that do, will be treated humanely?
Was I offended when I pulled in to collect the Minutes and found the head count short by a couple? To be told that the two youngest and littlest had been savaged to death by the bigger dogs over the weekend? One killed outright while the other lingered a day or two, agonisingly, before giving up? And we like to consider ourselves civilised? *screams... When my armour finally renders me impervious to these appalling occurrences, I reckon it will be time to go...*nods...
Meanwhile, peace julle.....
---oOo---
Friday 1st May 2009 at 1.07pm.
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