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The Swaling, Part Thirty Eight
“Whose side are you on?” I snarled to Lotus Flower in a private message. “Mine,” she replied promptly. “You retire in disgrace in a few weeks, I have to think about the rest of my [more…]
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Always Worth Saying’s Question Time Review
Question Time 14th January 2021 Panel: Victoria Ford (Conservative) Jon Ashworth (Labour) Donna Kinnair (Royal College of Nursing) Mike Barton (Former Chief Constable) Philippa Whitford (SNP) Venue: London The first question from the QT50 audience [more…]
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The Swaling, Part Thirty Seven
In real life, we’re sat in a row in the comms room, logged on to our computers. On the screens our avatars are in the virtual 3D interactive world of EYE, an intelligence archive retrieval [more…]
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Always Worth Saying’s Question Time Review
Question Time 6th January 2021 Panel: Nadhim Zahawi (Conservative) Annaliese Dodds (Labour) Mark Walport (SAGE Scientist) Humphrey Cobbold (CEO of Pure Gym) Rachel Clarke (Doctor and Author) Venue: London Unhelpfully, Wednesday evening was punctuated by [more…]
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The Swaling, Part Thirty Six
We’re in an underground comms room in Singapore, suffering a bit of low key blackmail as an old contact, Tammy, on the New York side of a cell-phone loudspeaker, wants to know something, before she’ll [more…]
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Didn’t He Do Well?
O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! Thus wrote grumpy bad speller of a Scottish poet, doonhamer Rabbie Burns. To be blunt, dear Puffins, I wish that [more…]
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The Swaling, Part Thirty Five
“Type Tammy-May Trevallion into social media,” I instructed Rose who was in charge of the keyboard at our computer terminal in the underground communications room at the British High Commission, at the better end of [more…]
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The Swaling, Part Thirty Four
Myself and Rose are before a terminal in the underground comms room of a deserted British High Commission. The other girls, Nicole and Lotus Flower, are escaping the tropical storm outside by maxing out Mr [more…]
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The Swaling, Part Thirty Three
The four of us are standing outside a storm-lashed and deserted British High Commission on Napier Road, Tanglin. It is just shy of 1am. Singapore’s Diplomatic Corps are weather trapped at the High Commissioner’s social, [more…]