FRIENDLY FIRE..
(begun Saturday 7th May at 5.30am...)


We took a nasty whack at 5.45pm last night.. It knocked off, and restarted our television and the computer.. Then there's the neon tube in the kitchen that's taking a ridiculous amount of time to fire up...
I suggested aloud to the GW that he get in touch with Faults again, and give them the original Reference Number and say there was still a problem.. *winks..
I didn't hear the 'whoomp!' or click, or any variation of it, coming from der Bunker roof overnight, though it's possible I missed it... OTOH, maybe Einstein next door has fixed it?

Today's D-day and I'm keen to see what happens.. I've been flooding my system with all these toxic substances and had been told that by lunchtime today my hand would be back to normal... Izzat so? *blinks..It's going to take a miracle to get this bloated sausage back to shape, in the 6 hours remaining....
Could our Area Controller UN-microwave my thumb joint?  Destructive Cracker that he is, I doubt the idea had occurred to him, and I guess the damage he's done is permanent...

Missus B. Snr's 'pinched nerve' had gotten so bad that I threw caution to the wind and sent David Ludlow a message early yesterday morning, which I copied and pasted to young Leon.. How chuffed was I when the site-owner kindly called me a while later... *beams..
Ooops! Let me fill you in properly.. I'd sent David a hasty note asking whether he could nudge his source into publishing the much-awaited next instalment of A Better Life for All.. You remember, the writer had promised to fill us in on Metro Connect?   Dave had replied and said that he was having to keep a low profile right now, as the PTB were also keen to find out who was feeding him all these delicious details...

Anyways, when Missus B.Snr. appeared to be getting worse, rather than better, I decided maybe David and I could pool our resources and come up with something to save her... I guess I tossed a fox into the hen-house, for I've heard nothing since, apart from Leon's kind call...
The Hawks?  Boys in Blue?  Naaa.... they don't bother me at all, though you can't ask Anwar Dramat for help, or Johan Booysens for that matter, as they are on orders from our Head of Intelligence, who is himself involved in this Project up to his neck... *sighs..
I guess if Mr. Ludlow had real concerns, they should be for friendly-fire and nothing else much...

Does my Area Controller regret nuking my hand to the point where blogging has been impossible up to now?  You're kidding me, right?  He's revelled in every cry of pain and flood of frustrated tears since then, and you'd better believe it... *grins...
I grant you it probably irks him no end to have no idea what I'm thinking right now, but he must have figured out he couldn't bloody well have his cake and chow it as well?  *waggles useless stump at Genius...

Why would the whistle-blower point at Francisco Petruccione as corrupt, but not his colleague, the amiable Professor Leonard Els?  There's a million-dollar question for you...
The Professor tells me he himself visits schools to warn them of the risks of EMR... Has he spoken to the two and three-year old toddlers that sleep in the dormitories across the way at St. Theresa's, of the dangers these enormous signal lights might present to their little heads?
Specially treated glass on those windows to protect them?  Well ja, I've been on about that for years, though you're all aware that prior to that belated safety measure, the porta-lights were running out of the dormitories themselves for ages, and I swear they still do.. Impossible to prove, is the catch phrase here, hey Prof?  *winks..

It's now 6.15am, and it's just started raining steadily.. A soft, peaceful sound, unlike the dull ache that thuds in my useless hand... *snarls...
Does Mac McCarthy consider he routed me from my A challenge to Sutcliffe thread over on durbanite?  Au contraire, McCarthy is well aware that I'm currently incapacitated is he not? *teeth...If my efforts on that thread weren't deliberately hidden away in some remote inaccessible corner, then fingers crossed, I achieved my aim already, and I had at least one previously disadvantaged sheep awake and thinking for a change....

The GW's patience is shortly to be tested to the limit, for I can't put off washing my hair a day longer, and of course under the circumstances, he's offered to assist....
Though our Richard and Missus Bucket roles have reversed astonishingly since his retirement, I'm still aware of just how fortunate I am, and I wonder idly whether our Captain Courageous would do the same for little Missus C, were she in similar dire straits...
My guess is that he would simply hire her an assistant and feel that that was a more than kind enough gesture in her hour of need..*cackles...
Different strokes for different folks, ja....

I've to do a bit of a rethink on Missus C's loyalty at this stage... For if they have so much as the specially treated EMR repellant curtain fabric or paint anywhere in their home, it sort of raises her position to that of Accomplice to rather more serious crimes than mere spite, does it not?   I find it difficult to believe that she could allow Balliram to take safety precautions for their family, knowing that her neighbours at No. 4 were so vulnerable, never mind us... *nauseous...

LATER at 9.40am...

The GW has just headed off to the GP again.. This time with a bad shoulder.. He said he'd bumped into Sue the Book last night, and she'd just had two hours with her physio to try and alleviate the pain she's in.... Balliram must be in a veritable froth of delight right now, as his score card goes through the roof....

I called Ms. Dorny earlier, and we were allowed to chat without interference on our landlines... Seems the latest horror to look out for, would be the Wimax boxes... *nods... Pretty much like the little one now sitting up the road on the corner of Garbutt and Harris, right?  Wimax would explain whey they've not bothered to clear the Park over under the gumtrees, nor down here in the valley.. It's kick-ass enough not to be bothered by undergrowth and trees?  I gave Ms. D, Francisco Petrocini's name to track, and good luck to her... Professor Els said Petrocini is managing the Fibre side of the Muni's fantastical Project, and you have to wonder who roped him in.... Glen Agliotti perchance?  Hey, stranger things are happening out there, and a connection between those two wouldn't surprise me in the least.. *shrugs..

Infra-red and satellite are the two latest words that keep popping into my already over-worked head... WTF?  I guess they're something to do with the precision of the attack on my wrist?  That's the joy of being a Simpleton... Your thoughts just don't have logical boundaries to hold them back..*grins....
Alas, I'm feeling a tad dizzy from the grinding ache in my still swollen hand, though between us, the GW and I managed to scrub my mane of hair clean, dry it and tie it up relatively tidily... *beams..
Not bad for a one-handed Twit and a bloke with a really painful shoulder... *finger...

I guess as the days go by and the brutality is allowed to increase, we're going to have to learn to be even  more creative... There's still no sound from David Ludlow, nor did I expect any...
After all, nothing his source has revealed could, or would ever lead to any changes in the way the Project is being run, and the Human Rights Abuse is set to continue on a massive scale... *yawns...
Is the National Lottery funding the greater part of Professor Els' grand Wireless scheme over at the University of Kwa-Zulu Natal, or is it the likes of France, the Netherlands, or even the Crazed Libyan with his oil-rich country?   My, my, my, Wimax running in such a densely populated suburb?  Let me see now - who among us can afford the expensive precautions necessary against this marvellous technology?  Yes - I can think of several who can't, and they would be the ones to... oh, never mind... *grins...

Man, I'm betting more than a few of your ardent supporters are going to go down under so-called Friendly Fire.. Got your lies lined up to reassure them?   Sherwood Network se GAT!!!

Peace..

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Saturday 7th May 2011 at 11.50am.