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Confessions of a campsite courier, Part 2
Je vous parle d’un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître ….. C’est là qu’on s’est connu Moi qui criait famine Et toi qui posais nue….. Charles Aznavour – La Bohème [more…]
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The Swaling, Part Thirty Nine
We’re in the underground comms room of a deserted nighttime British High Commission in Singapore. Outside, a swaling wind, a tropical storm mixed with the burnings of Indonesian crops, is battering the city state’s good [more…]
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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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Reexamining Corruption
It’s hard to make a pro-corruption argument. This might seem like a banal point to make, but it goes a long way to explaining its role as a rhetorical tool to delegitimise incumbent elites. Any [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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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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Move Over Plan 9, You’ve Lost Your Status
About a week before Halloween, we popped into Tesco to pick up some of the stuff we might need for the week ahead but also a few Halloween goodies, including sweets for trick or treaters [more…]
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Wankpuffin’s 2020 Going Postal Fireside Christmas Special Spectacular
Thanks to all of you who wrote the songs. Merry Christmas puffins. Have a great Christmas! © EJ 2020 Ed. If you receive an age restricted message I have found that Firefox doesn’t seem to [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…]