IT'S BUGGING ME....

(begun Wednesday 25th August at 1.20pm...)

The howling North-Easter has made it deliciously chilly indoors... Was it also the wind that set off the Good Man at No. 16's house alarm for the first time just before 1.00pm?  Or is it a bored Circuit Controller keeping his hand in with a spike or two, for no reason apart from that he can?

I've told you repeatedly how shallow I can be, and here's more proof...
I rang our CPF Vice-Chair this morning, to remind him of a Motherbody Meeting this evening (since postponed BTW).  We got down to comparing notes on our deliberately damaged cars, and it turns out his chick-mobile Audi is still being held hostage at the workshop he took it to.. I shall eventually get the company's name and give it the publicity it so richly deserves... I'm fairly sure they're Audi agents, as he mentioned they're all computerised...

Much like Mac Quest Auto (which, unless you're mafia, is to be avoided like the plague), his mechanics have also 'found' a different problem with his vehicle every few days.. The latest being a part they insist needs replacing at a cost of over 8ks... *bolt-eyed... He's fortunate to have a friend who's an Audi fundi, and who has told him he can do the same job for 2ks... I suggested he get what's left of his pretty car away from the sharks asap...
When I told him of the recent change of ownership of OUR regular mechanic's company, he immediately said 'Roy Moodley, Zuma's friend?'  *shrieks.... There's probably 10 pages of Roy Moodleys in the telephone directory, but I'd already muttered several times to the GW that the name sounded so familiar.. For the VC to trot it out so swiftly had my yellowed teeth on the floor with delight.... O Shallow Toad!!!

Ag kak man!   Nobody's perfect!  So what if I'm an ancient groupie of sorts?  You'll recall how tickled I was to meet Police Commissioner Bheki Cele, and how my car now bears his image on it's windscreen?  How chuffed I was to speak with the Criminal Defense Attorney Anand Nepaul?  How delighted I would be to meet the Whisperer, Schabir Shaik, or his lesser colleague Earl Michael Barnabas the Druglord?  *goes purple...

And now there's the remote possibility that I may yet meet the Roy Moodley that's several times appeared in the Press under *coughs* rather dodgy circumstances.... *dances...
Do I figure that by shaking their hands I might have a sudden flash of insight into why they do what they do?  It certainly worked with Mac Quest's shifty mechanic Donovan...*scrubs furiously.... Though I would guess the others stature would have them more adept at concealing the nature of their thoughts... *winks...  Whatever..  Here's an official request for the pretty Kalakshni to get her seriously loaded boss to be at Great Shift next Thursday when I arrive, autograph album in hand... *takes a Rescue tablet well in advance..

*No. 16's alarm again?  Gale force winds are much appreciated by your common housebreaker, for they successfully muffle the breakages necessary to gain access to the target's property*

However ratty I get with the GW when Missus Bickerson kicks in, I'm well aware that he is basically a darned good man and I'm lucky he didn't make a run for it years ago... *grins.. He took my Nissan out on the freeway to 'warm her up' and returned to say he had no problems...*applauds.. Sensitive as I am to her every tiny cough and splutter, I hope I'm as fortunate tomorrow... *yawns....

*At this point as I type into blogger it refuses to save or publish... and yes, the Sicko is home next door.  I do not attempt to hide what I say or wait till he leaves.  Why would I? It's the truth.  And now? To abandon typing up the rest of the blog?  Tempting indeed…..ahh and at that point my iBurst connection is dropped and I have to start all over again... THIS is the responsible Operative in charge of powerlines and the mast for the vast area that is the Zone?  Dear heaven help us all..... *

Thursday 26th August at 3.10am...

My wake-up call this morning?  A couple of loud thuds of stone on stone that set off a few dogs out there in the dark, and it was time to rise and shine...  What was Robin William's line?  The smell of napalm in the morning?  Here it's more like 'the sound of walls being broken in the early hours'... *yawns...
Looks like the hireling seen wearing the dark jacket and hat didn't go too far after all.. The GW got home well before dark yesterday, only to say there was a bloke sitting on the bank across the valley (ostentatiously) looking suspicious..*grins.. Fear Factor 2?  The old man got the camera out eventually while the chap waited obligingly and then allowed his back view to be photographed before ambling off and disappearing...
Quite clearly the object of the exercise was to be seen but not recognized...*belches... Seems these bit-part players are a dime a dozen right now....

The GW left for the shops yesterday around lunchtime, and I'd wandered through to the lounge sometime later to find the telly screen had been slammed off.. Whether it had happened while I'd blogged or some time after No. 16's house alarm first began going off repeatedly, I couldn't say..
*another thud out there in the valley and Thunder gives a bark while an alarm goes off.. Next door? I can't be bothered to go and investigate*

Is this Ballirams so feeble interpretation of Larsson's hacker's mantra?  That he's not answerable to any law in the land?  *spews.... Man, any genuine hacker worth his salt should surely by now be able to see right through this detestible and destructive crook's attempts to fit in with Kool and the gang... Or not.. *shrugs....

Nayager made the Mercury yesterday on Page 4 with an unremarkable report on Basic Corruption 1.  Odd how his name is suddenly spelled Nayagar throughout this article and after all this time.. The GW shrugged it off as the journo's error but naturally I'm sceptical....

Again last night I finally managed to get hold of my sister for her to tell me she'd been trying our fixed line and cellphones without success... *looks at the Creep.. I'd sent her an sms and asked her to call me in the end, and she'd sent a text back to say I wasn't picking up the phone... *coughs.. That would of course be because it wasn't ringing our end.. Something so often remarked on by CPF members trying to get hold of me...
Is this about when the Telecoms Agent steps in with his version of why this deliberate corruption is being allowed to continue?  *curious.. Why, after all this time, and with Balliram's Mentor publicly facing so many different criminal charges, are these two still controlling the local phonelines?  It's true that so far One-Eyed Jack has managed to slither out from under most of the charges, on technicalities raised by his sharp Attorney..
But it's also glaringly obvious that he's guilty of every charge laid against him, and if our Head of Intelligence isn't aware of this by now, maybe he should consider a career change? *teeth..

So Jannie -  Why ARE Balliram and his one-time Mentor and chum Nayager continuing to be allowed this licence?  It's in the best interests of the Blessed Project?  How so?
The ongoing corruption of our communications is by no means limited to us, and I guess you're well aware of that...

My plans to go sight-seeing with my family earlier this week were foiled by the unexpected though happy return of my little banger... We'd postponed our outing till today instead...
I was lucky enough last night to open the RICA thread on mybroadband and found the post giving an sms number to check whether my two Nokias are legal.. An immediate response came back to say they're not..
A joke surely?  My phones have both been OWNED since the day their SIM cards were activated and I'm sure even Mr. van Zyl will admit that we're being controlled and monitored by what passes for the Secret Service *falls over screaming...
Both pay-as-you-go vodacom and Telkom's fixed line should be simple enough for the Strategist to check?
You don't have my numbers?  Then may I say you're in the minority, though I'd hazard your fingers are crossed as you speak...
Will I experience problems when I finally visit a vodacom outlet to have the phones officially RICA'd?  *waits with interest.....

The Server dropped when I tried to access bblounge last night and it appears the site is in it's death-throes... I wonder at all the effort that Greg put into it and how easily it was destroyed in the end.. Cest la vie, or had it simply outlived it's usefulness..?  Once outed, did the Wuggers simply find their entertainment elsewhere?   *tries hard to care...

Would anyone like to venture an opinion on why, once I've connected to iBurst and click on the Mozilla Firefox icon on the Desktop, the window opens trembling and dragging?  I then click on Open and there's a lengthy wait before the google home page appears sans it's options?  While the GW blindly accepts this as the norm, and to this day refuses to accept just how compromised we are, I see it as further proof that our designated 'spy' completely overlooked the Manual section on stealth when enacting our hostile takeover...

LATER at 8.55am...

I've already nipped out smartly to get my shopping done and am back home.. My car?  Rather noisier than she was, but did the trip with no problems at all...*claps....  And what is the Crooked One doing home at this hour?  His car is here and their toilet window is open... Mischief perchance?

Friday 27th August at 4.47am..

The moon was hanging over the sky behind the Moth Cottages when I woke earlier, drenched in sweat and with burning hands... A weather change on the way?

It was supposedly 30 degrees out there yesterday, but with a stiff breeze blowing, the weather had been perfect and I finally got to ride the skycar!  (At Pensioners prices nogal!)  The result?  Now I'm dead keen to do the climb up the other side, and if the Crooked Town Clerk hadn't put the bungee jump totally out of my reach financially, that would be firmly on my To Do list as well...
My family loved it, and hopefully I'll be able to persuade my kid or even the GW to take me up again when there's not quite so much wind or ozone... Better yet, would be a night ride.. The skycar operator said they have many quiet days, but watching the crowds pack in yesterday, I guess it's a nice source of revenue, however small...

From there we'd gone on to Mitchell Park for brunch, and if you've not tried Blue Zoo's lamb curry on toast you've missed out... It's really good.   Pretty much a fatal error to have suggested we check out the zoo though, and it certainly dampened my high spirits temporarily...  With the best will in the world there was way too much evidence of neglect... Filthy stagnant water in many of the cages and a pervasive air of desperation about so many of the inmates.. I find caged wildlife barbaric, and with the internet, see no reason for this practise to continue... *mutters...
The flower beds didn't distract from the mutilation of so many of the trees either, as everywhere you looked were raw wounds made to facilitate the Blessed Project... Progress FTW?  Not..
Grumbles aside, it was a brilliant day, and however grubby with corruption this city has become, it's mine and I love it... *beams...

Balliram's latest target is back on the road and, despite that I can ill-afford the R1500 it cost me to free her, I never thought I'd drive her again, and have to admit I'm overjoyed... It's a given that Roy Moodley's mechanic will find several problems when she has her full service next week, but I'll face that when I get to it, and let you know how it goes... Anyone out there going to insist our Vice Chair gets his Audi back now? *teeth..

Peace julle..

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Friday 27th August 2010 at 8.50am...