Sunday, May 12, 2013

The unwashed masses...
(begun Friday 10th May at 8am.)


I'd barely been up top a minute, before a deep ache hit in all the right-side fillings in my mouth, and Butch at No. 12 began his steady barking.. Any idea why that would be, Freddie?
Are you all indeed one close, tight-knit family of Crime Intelligence gatherers, from No. 10 up to No. 20?

Did I have anything at all to do with the removal of the last remaining satellite dish from the Raftery Road mast, and it's replacement with THESE inconspicuous white squares?  Or were the dishes always a temporary measure, and are the more obvious ones being removed right across the city?  I recall saying repeatedly that existing masts that were suddenly adorned with a satellite dish or two was a dead giveaway that the Look & Listen technology was up and running in the nearby neighbourhood...

Will someone be shinning up THIS lofty tower on Greys Inn Road, the Bluff, to replace that single dish with a harder-to-spot small square panel of white, or has that been done already?  (Check out the dead conifer to it's right).
Was there no fallout when the deed was done up the road?  Mr. Johnson and his family felt no ill-effects whatsoever as the change-over was activated?  No nausea or pins and needles in the home of my ex-CPF Chair?  Are those little panels still in the testing stage, or are you confident that they can achieve as much, if not more, than the telltale satellite dishes?

The GW tells me that the streetlight that's active one up from the Madressa HERE was not simply to monitor that policeman's memorial service held in the Sherwood Hall last week, but that it's been active 24/7 for some time now...
To those Recruits who toss their toys out of the cot when there's a powercut, and they can't watch TV or cook the dinner, may I remind you that the huge losses incurred during your *ahem* Crime Intelligence gathering, has to be recouped somehow...
In part by the increases to electricity tariffs, and for the rest, by continued load-shedding..
The Superintendent of Electricity for Durban's contention that running a streetlight during the day costs a drop in the ocean, and that in many instances it's done to prevent cable-theft, are lies on both counts.

Saturday 11th May at 5.40am

By the time me and my sister were sent up there, the Headmaster had passed on, and his widow had closed the school and was operating as a boarding house... The main house had it's own privy up the back, and I can picture that windy, muddy path like it was yesterday.. Squares of newspaper hung on a nail in the dark, and you always hoped you wouldn't walk smack into a spiderweb... Small things, but I figure you can understand why I appreciate how lucky we are compared to some, with our flushing loo, and our gift from the kids of a larnie flat-screen TV.. Did I say flushing loo?  It's still  the same toilet that was here when we moved in 35+ years ago, and ja, it's not exactly a decorator's dream, but in those days they built them to last..

When the cistern began mucking about a month ago, the GW established the cause and said he'd fix it.. No worries.. Unsurprisingly, the problem persists, as the thing is ancient and it's proving difficult to come by spares...
All this time I've not so much as glanced in the direction of Santa's little Plumbing Fairy next door at No. 6... A tap on the bathroom basin is now playing up as well, and when the old man mentioned last night that his latest fix to the cistern had 'blown', I finally woke up....
If anything 'blows' in this house, it's due to pressure of sorts, right?   A nasty spike to a specific jackpoint and your toaster has 'blown'.. A surge of pressure to your water lines and you're bound to find a leak somewhere...   Is that what this is?  The strangely shrunken Mischief-Maker next door is resorting to showing off his skills at controlling our water lines?

I recall blogging not that long ago of how he'd taken to messing about with the water pressure each time I ran the bath, and once I'd mentioned it here it hadn't re-occurred since... Had someone suggested back then to the Knob that it wouldn't be wise to let Joe Public know how simple it now is to control individual water supplies?  Another give-away would be the amount of laser-attracting compounds that young Vincent persisted in daubing on all our outside water pipes, and I'd remarked on that more than once... The pretty blue copper-sulfate that had been applied to my Excellent Neighbour's kitchen pipes HERE, had been removed at speed once I'd blogged of it and had taken a picture.. So ja, I guess I can safely say that the plumbing problems the GW is encountering are not after all due to the system's age, so much as the extra attention our lines are getting from the Water Wizard and his dirty tricks...

Anyone care to tellus what part of Crime Intelligence gathering involves surging our water lines?  Seriously?  And no, I'm no longer interested in being reminded that we're a demo model for the Low-Life to show off all the magical options now at his grubby fingertips via the laser/wireless technology... After all, I figure we've done our bit with all the early geyser problems he created for us, right up to having our copper piping ripped off the walls for a laugh, in full view of the Monitor on that shift... *gags...
It wasn't long ago that I'd mentioned that my Vice Chair had two or three costly breaks on his waterlines, though in our case the Criminal has been rather more cautious...   A caution he'd clearly thrown to the wind yesterday afternoon when the kids were due to arrive back down for the night, and he simply succumbed to temptation?

Despite my obligatory grumbles, it's actually no problem for me to use a bucket of water to flush the loo instead of waiting for the pitiful slow trickle to fill the cistern, and I'd suggest that Balliram leave well alone, or people might just start taking an unwelcome interest in what's happening to their own water lines...

LATER at 6.30am

The rain's bucketing down out there, almost as hard as it had been coming down the night No 11's retaining walls collapsed... Certainly the local branch of HAARP were involved on that occasion, and I shouldn't be surprised if this latest flood can be laid at their door as well.. Would Snr. Petruccione be able to explain the necessity for these engineered downpours?  Once again water and radiation spring to mind, but how they're connected to the laser/wireless technology remains a mystery to me...
Is this torrential rain due to set back the huge construction work being done down at Waterfall Road? We'll have to wait and see on that score...
I must go, though I'll be watching our own water supplies with interest, since the introduction of the word 'blown' arrived in the conversation last night, to alert me to this latest engineered mischief...

LATER at 7.02am

Who's on this shift right now?  I'd been drawing back the curtains in the lounge a bit earlier, when the Backfire frequency had arrived with a vengeance, and a couple of hadedas in the valley have just announced a change in the airwaves, so who's on this shift?  Has she just reached out groggily to kick her laptop into life, and bounce on into ours to do her duty, thinking she's operating on her own?  If I had to guess at the reason behind the sudden doubling up of attention I'm getting, I can only speculate that it was the mention I made of the 29CD's of pictures sitting next to me here at the desk...
Then again, maybe not.. I've no idea what goes on in Balliram's cooked head, only that it's fuelled by extreme malice and spite...

I continue to be mildly baffled by the theatrics over at the mybroadband forum, and alas, I find I'm not all that interested... Has it run it's course as a Recruitment Centre for the Yellow Army, and the PTB wish for it to gradually disappear into the woodwork?  Has Rudolph grown tired of dancing to Tekom's tune? What?
Is a new forum set to emerge and take over from mybroadband?  The GameWrecker had pointed out a mention they'd been given in yesterday's Times, and a glance showed that it appears to be another engineered ploy to diss the forum ... As nothing is what it seems to be these days, I wait with interest for the outcome of all this jiggery-pokery....

LATER at 8.30am

Given any thought to my words on the matter of your own home's power supplies, Stephen?  Are you one hundred percent confident that the likes of our Expert in the Field won't be employed to flood a few 'extras' over your lines and take out your remaining good knee?  You have your own office at the Station?  Any of your fellow Officers complaining of similar aches and pains?  That Bramley fellow perhaps?   You going to enquire after the sisalation?  You going to try Leonard Els and see if he'll give his opinion on how to prevent your being crippled by the Seriously Rotten, or are you going to go the macho-man route and do nothing?

Sunday 12th may at 3.38am

I smell the reek of the Seriously Foul.. Would the stench include the Cracker next door as part of the Organised Mischief-Making team currently on a drive in Cowies Hill? *whack! goes a Knife to the left shoulder here at the desk, as Peeping Tom arrives with a flourish*
Was it not one Kent Crane up that way who was dead keen to clear the trees to achieve DLOS for the Blessed Signal?  A canny businessman who went temporarily brain-dead when he signed up to support the Crime Intelligence Gathering scheme, and in doing so, gave up his own right to privacy?
Did he research the effects that the quantum laser technology combined with wireless would have on those whose homes were to be flooded by the mix, never mind the great unwashed masses outdoors? He did?
Care to give us a linky, so we can all take a dekko?  See, I'd have to bet that apart from Stefanus' assertion that it's all perfectly safe, the real results are so well hidden, ain't no-one gonna find them... Try Sentech or SITA?  Yeah sure, like you'll get the truth from them...

At 1am this morning I'd gone for a pee.. At 2am a Crime Intelligence Gatherer woke me with a wave of nausea and heat, before setting my hand alight... Ahhh - the favourite trick employed in those early days, and I waved it about in front of me as the pain merely increased until it felt as if it would burst into flames...
It had subsided by 2.35am, when I felt the cattle-prod hit me in my side, and the same hand was re-ignited... At 3.35am they'd gone after Sophie instead, and she ran off down to the lounge, at which point I gave up and got up...
Crime Intelligence Gathering se GAT!!! WhoTF do you think is using the surveillance technology that's so obviously up and running in Cowies Hill, to engineer the sudden crime wave in that area?

Which of your colleagues is involved in heading the Opposition Team working that section? Any ideas, Sgt. Clark?  With three hundred times less pain sensors than the average female, you're at a distinct disadvantage, but I'd be surprised were the site of your wound not to warn you, were you to have visitors over your own powerlines.. Does the area not occasionally shriek from sudden inexplicable knife-like pains?  Pains that your prescribed medication doesn't appear able to deal with?  Do your house lights flicker minutely, at around the same time, and do you suddenly experience a wave of heat?  Alas, if none of the above apply, chances are they'll still have your good knee before long, but maybe you regard that as a small price to pay for a cleaner SA?

Any backlash over your side Agent 247?  You're still comfy working alongside the Organised Mischief Makers, as they have their job to do, and you have yours?  Foolishness... The only winners here will be the telecom's giants and the Masters they serve, but hey - good luck to you all..
Peace...

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Sunday 12th May 2013 at 11.24am