Solidarity...?
(begun Friday 12th April at 5am...)


Subdued? Moi? Look at me, FFS... How much longer do you think I can play the patsy to your collective comic genius?  After yesterday's monkey business, I guess you could say my usual bumptiousness has taken a serious knock, though probably not for the reasons you'd think.. The sick feeling of suddenly realising that instead of reminding some of you of your erstwhile honest intentions, my irritating yapping is actually pushing you over to the dark side to join forces with my Tormentors here in Sherwood...

Are there many homes up in Westville that like ours, have been wired up to provide Learning Centres for the student hackers to practise their craft?  How were those suckers chosen?  Did  a family member write one too many letters to the editor of a local rag, bewailing the corruption that's rife among the Municipality employees?  Were they vociferously anti Herr Sutcliffe, and had said as much, ensuring their names and addresses would go into the hat when the time came to create the vital Hacker's Hubs in that area? Al?

LATER at 5.35am

I head out to the shops each Thursday at pretty much the same time each week, and if you wished to lay on a theatrical tableaux for my benefit, 8am would be the time to do it.. Make sure she sees you?  The sight of the Monster hauling his golf bag from the trunk of the car with his sidekick Pancho lugging his own bag of clubs, was entertaining, but way too contrived as usual, although it certainly achieved it's purpose...  Had he waited until I'd pulled away from the kerb, and then removed the Andy Capp prop from his head before going back down to der Bunker to run the mischief that had ensued?  Or had he been told to go on down to Papwa Sewgolum to check out how the wiring was going down there, and to leave his Loyalistas to deal with the mouthy old Fool for a change?  Fark knows, but I was thumped roundly, one way or another, from the minute I left Sherwood..

The overhead lighting in the parking area at the Village Market had to be seen to be believed, and the results hit me as soon as I'd hauled myself out of my banger.... *applauds.... *First of the pink error saving banners has arrived*  While many of those neon strip lights appeared to be functioning normally, just as many weren't, and the deep sickly orange at either end of those tubes was a clear indication that we had rather more company than usual.... A flash-mob waiting for me?  Some sort of DOS attack to demonstrate solidarity for the Sadist?

I was to discover fairly soon that whoever was running that little operation was only just warming up, and the enthusiasm displayed at both Hofmyer and subsequently at Jimmy Bellows field, was nothing compared to the Grande Finale awaiting me at Dodge City... *chokes... It must have been around 9.30am when I'd pulled into Sydenham SAPS as I always do.. I'd gone up the stairs into the Charge Office, and after a brief smiling exchange with the charming Constable, I'd headed as usual across the quadrangle up towards Admin, where they'd neatly nailed me halfway across the tarmac... It was as though someone had suddenly applied a giant pair of plyers to a nerve in my lower back...
Did I stagger visibly at that moment?  Did I fall to the ground clutching my back and whimpering?  Not that time, dudes....

Even if I do manage to put on a stoic face under pressure, I can always be counted on to hand out the kudos in my next blog update, and that's just what I'm doing here... *claps wildly... A slightly bigger audience than usual on this occasion?   Anyone come in from outside the Zone to enjoy the show, and make their own contribution?  *winks.. Like I always say, it's the smallest of things that grab my interest, and the timing was just so perfect...
Was he lost in thought as he swung off Salisbury Avenue to cross within feet of the Polo, without so much as a glance in our direction?  Was he running through his next Chirp, and oblivious to our vehicle waiting to cross?  Hey, it would've been great to have had a least a nod or a wave as he sailed by, but he was probably still in character, and not about to fluff his role... *shrugs...

Hopefully you gettit..   That it wasn't the crippling 'pinched nerve' results of this concerted assault that had me limping in pain for pretty much the entire day after that, that had me uncharacteristically subdued right up until bedtime.. It was the sudden thought that my endless squeals could in fact be pushing a few of the otherwise Good into joining the incorrigibly Rotten, and actually enjoying the relationship... *vomits... Not an achievement I'd be proud of in any way... Damn me for being a dumbass Twit, and is that a Harley tucked out of sight around the corner?

Saturday 13th April at 4.20am

Alas, not a terribly good start this morning... I was woken at 3.55am and had foolishly thought I'd roll on over and go back to sleep, at which point both hands went into the Klingon call-sign, I had a brief fit of the Throat Choker hacking, and someone had a go at my ovaries... Charming...
Her shift starts at 4am, so you're going to see to it that I'm up and about by then, come hell or high water? *studies the Knob.... Am I giving her too little credit, and she's perfectly capable of activating those three delightful little 'reminders' for herself?  Depressing thought, ja... Link & Smit, and she'd looked at me for just a fraction longer than necessary... No offence, but when you've been backed into a corner for as long as I have, and physically attacked by all and sundry, you're inclined to regard everyone as carrying a potentially pointed stick.. Everyone...

When did she pull the short-straw again?  To allow Balliram to scuttle hastily back into the shadows?  Has she already grown hardened to hearing me curse the Pig aloud of an evening?  Exactly what time are the airwaves thrown open, and it becomes Open House here at ours?  Balliram's remote had chirruped just after 5pm yesterday afternoon, and by 5.22pm that unpleasant pulsing Backfire frequency was taking it's toll as I sat in my TV chair...  Four minutes later, and the heatwave had arrived along with a massive pinch to my left hip area... BTW, I'm not giving you this timeline in order to bore you to tears, but that you may figure out exactly how much of my misery you're personally causing, and how much is being surreptitiously added by the Tutor at No. 6....

So - At 5.44pm a bunch of noisy hadedas took off, followed by another enormous whack to my hip, and after that it had been the steadily unpleasant levels of the BackFire frequency until....?  We'd been enjoying a new Come Dine With Me, and I'd only realised towards the end that the BackFire had gone and I was pain free, and I'd looked up out of the lounge window behind me to see your kitchen lights were off..  Not long after that your youngest was howling piteously at your top door...
I'd asked out loud at some point during the evening just how many of you were in my lounge, had I not, and I'd actually typed out a new Distress text to have handy, should things get worse...
As I'm not lying on the lounge floor writhing about in agony, do you find it hard to believe that I'm enduring such pain?

Will you come to hate me for singling you out, or is that already a fait accompli? *sad... I'm really curious.. Are you aware that Balliram has arranged for a droog to position himself back down in the valley, up against the Playing Field wall?  It could've been any old bushdweller, except that I'd been lucky enough to catch him dragging a large piece of the white marker board through the undergrowth, and it most certainly wasn't in order to build himself a lean-to... Marker board, ja... Same sort of stuff that's been left lying on your verge and inside your top gates this past week?  The same stuff that's so handy for steering the lasers path?
If Balliram were to get that youngster to jump our wall with mischief in mind, could I still count on you and the Devout One to come to our aid, or would your phones go unanswered?

It had been Wednesday when I'd seen those lights on the MTB  change so dramatically, and I'd expressed my fears for the nearby residents..?  Were you on shift the very next day, when the GW had casually mentioned bumping in to an old class-mate, only to be told the chap had recently acquired Type 2 diabetes?  Where does he live, I'd asked... Manor Gardens, came the reply... A coincidence?  So random it means squat, and doesn't prove anything?
It wasn't that long ago that I'd tried in my incoherent fashion to explain the modus that Nayager and Balliram had initially used when Spence first gave them the keys to the homes here in the Zone..

How those two had gone after many of our loyal CPF members for a lark, and had expanded their 'interests' to include some of my friends as well... I seem to think she was working up in New Germany back then when I first began phoning her to ask if she'd mind going online to check if my updates were actually being published, and she'd do it for me straight away... Did I sign her possible death-warrant back then?  The very first time I'd called on her for help she'd rung me a few days later to say the Pastel system they used at her office had suddenly been corrupted to the point where they had to reinstall everything..  I'd recognized the Cracker's signature immediately and had said so, but she'd continued to help me over the years, and would access my blog at the drop of a hat if I was feeling anxious..

Is it just another massive coincidence that she's now lying in hospital as I write, with colon cancer?  Did Balliram run true to form and follow her back to her home and her new place of work, and see to it that the streetlights nearest her were activated to run the astoundingly invasive surveillance technology?  Has she, just as happened to the Director of St. Philomena's, been deliberately flooded with more RF than her system could handle, simply because she was my friend, FFS?   Time to adopt the tired eye-rolling, offended at the very suggestion stance, Balliram?  A mask that no longer fools anyone at all...

See now Frosty - It wouldn't be impossible for you to check out my allegations in this regard.. Difficult ja, but not impossible... If I were to give you the addresses involved, and you were able to check the records and see when they were wired to the bloody Grid?  I can promise you that the results would prove beyond any reasonable doubt that Balliram is indeed a killer... But of course you'll do no such thing, will you..
Peace...

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Saturday 13th April 2013 at 9.00am