Not having any other defunct creatures available, and unwilling to kill just for the sake of corroborating my findings, I shall have to let this result stand alone. It was all I wanted to prove anyhow. Whatever is left of my battered heart was lost to Ms Wheeler long ago.
If further evidence be needed (and you happen to know someone who likes a tingle down the spine now and then), here is a link:
: It should be noted that the headphone modifications were of a purely ergonomic nature and did not in ANY way involve the wiring! Btw., the halberd usually stands in the hall with a suit of Jacobean armour (19th century copy, I’m afraid, rather naff). Harker was merely concerned that something terrible might be going on in the kitchen and thought it wise to arm herself, before someone ‘armed ‘er. Oops, sorry for that!
© Edwin Drood
, August 2011
Some of you are probably wondering why I have not taxed my pen with the fall from grace (was he ever in it?) of Rupert Murdoch or the demise of the News of the World
. Other than the fact that a couple of Beano Arnolfini’s less salubrious friends are now without a crib, I really cannot find anything particularly inspiring to say about the whole tawdry business, except that I fail to see what all the bloody fuss is about!
Police getting phone taps from the press, press getting tapping authority from the police, journalists hacking into the phones of the living and the dead, government profiting from all this (at least tangentially), so what else is new? UK secret services have been doing exactly this for decades
on behalf of the NATO security
project “Echelon” and it’s even more subversive sister “Gladio”. So let’s get real here, this was just another excuse to kick Rupert and hit the tabloids. Monitoring and cross-referencing all our phone calls, instant messages and emails for the benefit of the world’s major economic and political power has long been a standard tool of the covert and overt policy kit. So please don’t go getting all your knickers in a twist about the callous invasion of a privacy you never even had. Politics has become the art of the plausible, my dear Otto.
Photo: "Reanimated cat" by © David John