I want a boat, not any kind of boat; I want a decent sized sailboat. I have not always wanted a boat. This has been a recent fancy of mine, sailing around the world one man against one of the most powerful forces of nature.
Alas, this is not to be. You see, the kind of boat I want would cost money and because I did not always want a boat I did not prepare myself financially for such an eventuality.
There is a little rumour going around the Internet for a while now, that Facebook Founder Mark Zuckerberg was contracted by the C.I.A whilst still at university to develop Facebook as the largest intelligence-gathering machine known to man.
Think about it, Status update, for Abdul from Waziristan; Abdul ‘Way to go Nazir on your martyrdom whilst sending 3 infidels to hell’ Fahran, Behrang ,Azar and sixteen others LIKE THIS.
Without deploying a single HUMINT asset on the ground you have been able to identify 19 sympathisers for the cause, who will promptly be receiving a Hellfire Missile through your cave entrance, launched from a Reaper Unmanned Drone.
It’s funny how in the presence of the Full Spanish media that was located on the groin adjacent the runway on the western side; the two Guardia Civil vessels were sat in its own waters protecting a very forlorn fishing boat.
Gibraltar marine assets were doing pretty much the same. What a picture it paints, reminiscent of some kind of aquatic Mexican standoff.
Politically all seems quiet too, Margallo summoned to London and no doubt once pleasantries have been exchanged, the two politicians can get down do agreeing to disagree and once they emerge from that office, both will have very different stories to tell.
The battlefields of days gone past were confusing to say the least, large formations of people dressed more or less the same, all carrying pointy things whose main function was to bury those pointy things as deeply as possible into the oppositions chest.
The confusion of the front lines with all its noise and smoke from the burning of villages and smouldering people, led to the development of a series of communication methods, with coloured bits of cloth to tell your own sub units to do something. Blue flag - Archers let fly, Grey flag with yellow spots - hack at the guys on the left.
It was only later during medieval times that flags as we know them now, denoted some rich, posh blokes lineage, which unified the troops in his employ, to fight for one common goal, which normally consisted of “see that’s blokes land over the hill? Lets go get it”.
If you lie down with dogs, you wake up with fleas. This is my view every time I see my Chief Minister present himself on Spanish third-rate television. The panels mainly comprise of uncouth, bottom of the barrel, dregs of the Spanish media that no self-respecting news outlet would employ.
Why does Mr Picardo insist of accepting these invitations? They don’t call it a media circus for nothing. In times of political tension any Politician worth his weight should be using reputable news outlets to put his points across.
Eloquent as he is, Mr Picardo will almost always present a clear and concise argument, that ultimately falls on deaf ears as the viewers of these programmes already have their own opinions on who is the aggressor.
