As my very long term followers
will be aware I have had many run ins over the past nearly three years with
forces that lurk in the shadows; dark forces that can sneak up on you and suck
the brains out of even a fully grown antelope or brown bear, yes we are talking
Zombies, Ooooooo no sorry we are talking Spies. Yes those men in the dark
designer sunglasses who on a rainy day in Britain stand out like a sore thumb
as they stumble about unable to see where they are going. Those of you who
remember the Einstein Cube or the Jules Verne Pocket Oracle and Prophecy
Machine will know of my many run ins with the CIA, MI6 and various other
security forces including the KGB in the past. So I have to say that as the
eccentric child of cyberspace using the world of social media to write my diary
I must confess that the recent news that certain forces are monitoring the
world of social media is not new to me. In fact I feel I may owe you all a bit
of an apology for bringing them here in the first place.
If you think
about it poor old Charles and his mate Quentin the back room boys at GCHQ,
which if you Google tells you their address and telephone number, which is
silly (hello chaps) who are monitoring all the chit chat of social media have a
terrible job, just think how boring it must be to sit and monitor stuff without
ever being allowed to make the odd comment on a Facebook page or follow the
occasional blog making witty remarks or say even start your own blog chatting
about life and stuff, Zombies and maybe take the cunning disguise of say an
Eccentric Child and part time Pirate in the strange twilight world of
Cyberspace, lets face it spies, particularly the back room boys will work much
better if they are happy in their work, and a bit of interaction with the
punters is just the ticket.
Anyway as
Charles and his mate Quentin would say themselves if you can’t trust a man with
an original portrait of President Putin, (a gift from the Kremlin) hanging on
his wall then who can you trust. And as I have said elsewhere tonight when the
nice Mr Steven Spielberg makes the film Tinker Tailor Rob Z Spy from my rather
popular serialized diaries the security forces will deny everything, well everyone
except Quentin and Charles who may be allowed to be extras in a dramatic scene
where the hero and his trusty Lemmings confront the arch villain, a man called
Moriarty who has accidently run onto the wrong set.
