BE OF GOOD CHEER...
(begun Tuesday 1st November at 4am...)
It seems that darned bird has a definite aversion to the coral tree, and I'm rapidly becoming obsessed, like some avid twitcher..
No BackFire when I sat up in bed. No BackFire in the loo either, but it was waiting for me in the kitchen all right.. *eyeroll... It's unavoidable? I call bullshit to that one.. What am I, a subversive, or a fabulously wealthy miser, hoarding billions under my mattress, hidden from SARS? We'd be lucky to scrape into the lower end of middle-class is what we are, and you all know it... Why this top-of-the-range Government-appointed Intelligence Operative's skills are being wasted in such a dead-end neck of the woods, is beyond me...
A few discrepancies in that last sentence? You don't say! *keels over.. Special Agent Dickwad continues to use the latest frequency handed to him, presumably by the Tutor, and on occasion (after a fairly lengthy call on the landline, mind you), I now find my shoulder locking up, and the familiar ache running up my neck to my ear...
Any ideas what lasting damage this particular baby is set to achieve Rezah? You care to check the archives and let us know, as the documentation is all there somewhere? It'll probably be in the Slow but highly Effective section...
I've told you how the Deep Thinker next door, in his wisdom, decreed that our paid-for iBurst signal would go missing for most of the day on Saturday? Turns out we weren't alone, and a similar weighty decision had been made just a hop, skip and jump away over in Abrey Road, at my VC's abode.. Only his adsl service was shut down on Friday, and was still down when I spoke to him yesterday.. *blinks...
iBurst, adsl, it's all the same to you, hey Lord of my Life? Control is what it's all about, is it not?
If I were to call the Struggle Activist and ask, would I find that she too has been having internet problems? After all, both of their diligence to duty last Wednesday evening was always going to be a punishable offence was it not?
I've just had a truly delicious thought! How's about if my VC were to recognize Barnabas' latest mule's whispers against the Struggle Activist, for the careful propoganda they are? Hows about if he were to decide to join forces 100% with the Struggle Activist in an effort to clean up the Zone? Breaking sweat at the mere thought Laz., or you'd relish the challenge? The whole idea behind the creation of the Sparks Estate Forum was based on the principle of Divide and Rule was it not?
What fun if it were to go pear-shaped, and those two pillars of the Community were able to see past the orchestrated mischief and properly join forces? I guess such an unlikely partnership would force your mischief-making out into the open quicker than a speeding bullet, hey Crumb? *winks... Why am I picking on you again? You've grown smug and lazy in your role as Keeper of the Gates at Dodge City, and your complacence is showing....
Young Captain Peters is to finally be allowed to return to doing what he does best, chasing after Barnabas' Dealers dotted about the area? That was really excellent news! And will Barnabas' cute nephew be riding shotgun with Alvin again? *falls over choking with mirth...
It's now 5am and the sky is light, as that damned cap on my skull is suddenly tightened .. Morning, Balliram... *sighs...
Has the Druglord been more than usually busy on the blower of late? Calling up his various proteges personally to remind them to ignore my ravings? *teeth... Subtlely seeing that they don't forget the power he now wields, right up to Mo Shaik, and that while he makes a good friend, he can be a really unpleasant enemy? *grins...
Geez Earl - You might want to consider a week away at some larnie SPA, or you may just implode in on yourself.. On second thoughts, turning your back on your elected GoondaBoyz, however briefly, might be a big mistake, with the likes of Balliram and the Crumb witlessly chipping away at the foundations it's taken you so long to lay... *winks...
LATER at 5.30am
There's some seriously stunning cirrus (sp) formations up there, as the sun pokes out behind the mini base station, and the birds flock to the tray for breakfast... Eh! They've all just scattered as the big sparrow-hawk landed in the coral tree a few yards away, and the yellow-bill kite circles low to take his pick of today's menu...
I'd tried unsuccessfully to revive the masked weaver that Chi brought into the kitchen twenty minutes ago, and in the end I just tossed it over into the valley where one of the raptors will find it later... Circle of life blah blah....
I often like to amuse myself by wondering what the Big Players are up to at this precise moment... The Crooked City Manager sipping his coffee while enjoying the stunning view his role has brought him? Is he oblivious to the hum in the air around him, or is it already taking it's toll? Is our Superintendent of Electricity for Durban studying today's schedule and figuring out which area's circuits are to be handed to which criminals to operate, today?
Or is he already on the phone trying to reassure the Controller up in Newcastle that the madressa fire was an unavoidable glitch and that these things happen? *shudders... A gas stove left on ? You don't say...
And our Earl himself? Local Dealer made more than just good? Still astonished at his good fortune, or by now regarding himself as the true one and only ordained Peer of the Realm? Geez Jannie, you have to chuckle hey? If our Earl thinks that in the long run he could even outplay the Beast at it's own game, he's in for a nasty surprise... As long as he keeps dancing to the Author's bidding he'll be fine, but let him get too carried away by his own self-importance and *poof!* he's history....Well, that's the way you like to think it'll go, right?
Speaking of self-importance, it's time His Chubby Shinyness took a long hard look at his Stylist FFS... The wannabee hip-hop star look ain't doing it for you, young man, and that purple thigh-chafing monstrosity should be set alight and burned, though I've no doubt you've been persuaded to believe the masses will regard it as cool..*chokes... As the country's No. 1 current carefully manipulated distraction, you can do better than that, surely?
I've got it wrong, and the outfit was worn deliberately to ensure you weren't overlooked? Go out there lad, and make a spectacle of yourself one way or another, to persuade the die-hards that the Wireless Surveillance System is the only means of saving the country?
You up for the Project's private Oscar Award show Ju-Ju? Theatrics R Us? And the Nominees Are: Barnabas for make-up and special effects? Your Portliness for the Fear and Loathing category? Our own Crumb for directing the Rotten Apples so ably? Balliram and his bud Nayager? Alas, they chose repeatedly to ignore the parameters of the roles they were given, and as a result they haven't even made the list... Next year, maybe?
You two hill-billy goondas have seriously underminded the Academy's credibility (oops, I mean the Author's), and continue to dance to your own vindictive scripts, despite your Production Manager's orders.. Heads too cooked for a comeback? Complacency is a dangerous thing, and you only have to look at the Strategist's role in the iBurst Tower fiasco to see where that leads..*eyeroll...
I've nominated myself for the Lifetime Idiot Award, and as I've no real competition at all, I'm going to assume that I'm the winner... *curtseys..
LATER at 9.10am
It would be a mistake to consider that Balliram's latest Apprentice is a doddering suiper... Turns out that Russell's replacement is after all, the red-eyed older bloke in a golf cap that I startled so badly over the wall not long ago... Despite that he suffers from rather severe DT's, he's done a magnificent job cutting back my eugenia hedge outside the GW's sleeping quarters, and the room where I chat to you in the early hours...
This morning I've finally noticed that he's whacked my petria to within an inch of it's life, where it grows between der Bunker and the corner of the garden I sit out in, so often... All the better to hear me with, BigEars? You betcha...*vomits..
Even just picking up my pad and pen out here now has the Chop immediately cranking up the BackFire, which was negligible up to that point... Ahh - and only minutes later he employs the Broken Hands frequency instead.. Though I care little for either, I continue to be amused by Balliram's total inability to hide his obsession with me...
Do his colleagues at the Wireless Station steal surreptitious sideways glances in his direction, while hastening to reassure him that he's still the tops? Does my Controller attempt to monitor his own co-worker's private conversations these days? Hell, yes!
The BackFire and Broken Hands have now disappeared, only to be replaced by a fierce headache..*blinks... You're really coming out of the closet at last Balliram? Your cowardly attacks on the voiceless innocents dotted about the Zone are no longer sufficient to feed you and your sick chums? See, one thing I've not done since the arrival of the ex-Sentech Radio Frequency Specialist, is to underestimate the new options at your grubby fingertips...
That you now consider yourself a killing machine as well as a Master Cracker, is a given.. A miocardial infarction? You want an embolism to order? Or can I just crippled your enemy severely? Man, there's gold in dem dar hills....
And this fine specimen is just one of many, hand-picked by a Druglord, whose employment was agreed to happily by Jannie van Zyl, Strategist par excellence...*falls over... To say we're in the dwang down here would be putting it mildly... But hey - smile darn you, you're on rather more than just Candid Camera!
LATER at 11.30am
Balliram's house alarm rang it's full course for the first time at about 11am, and has just finished it's second run now...
LATER at 12.15pm
Hi Honey! You're home!
It would appear that he set it off three times before turning to his colleagues to say his alarm was mucking about and he'd best head home to check on it... *winks..Apparently it's that much easier to 'manage' me from right next door than across on Ridge Road, and as I'm due to update this blog just as soon as the GW shifts from the PC, His Fowlness prefers to be strategically placed for the event... *winks obligingly at the Owner...
Peace julle...
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Tuesday 1st November 2011 at 1.31pm.
