the Curse of Glitter strikes !

[Lunchtime O'Booze]

as nutty Nu Labor Home Secretary Jacqui Smith awaits the arrival of GG at Heathrow to publicly haul him through the streets to the nearest sex registry ..the follies of the Thatcher-like privatisation of everything not nailed down are revealed...

"Secret personal details of Britain's most dangerous criminals have been lost by the Government.

The public could now face an enormous bill to protect paedophiles, rapists, drug runners and killers from vigilantes or rival gangsters.

The names, addresses, details of convictions and even jail release dates of almost 130,000 people were all in Home Office files lost when a computer memory stick went missing."

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article ... nders.html (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1047888/New-data-fiasco-Home-Office--8216-loses-8217-secret-records-worst-offenders.html)

lost-needless to say..by a private contractor.

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meanwhile-in (once) Great Britain, a secret Scotland Yard report reveals there at least a dozen known organised crime gangs ( 2 run by Russians )in just the North alone-whose annual income each tops a billion pounds ! :cheers:

... lost-needless to say..by a private contractor.Given the spate of data losses by various UK agencies this year, including the infamous "Oops, I left that really secret document about terrorism on the train", singling out private contractors in this particular instance doesn't say much, one way or the other. I didn't realise you were such a devotee of socialist principles, O'Booze, until I read yesterday's thread about The Soft Core Pornographer. We must discuss this next time we meet for lunch where, come to think of you'll be sticking to your socialist principles and letting me pay for it (again!)

[Lunchtime O'Booze]

good grief man.."I didn't realise you were such a devotee of socialist principles,"..

given another era I would may well have made it the Cambridge Six ( if I'd actually made it to Cambridge).

even then..I once had cocktails at the Bayswater apartment of Anthony Blunt-long before he was revealed as number 5 by Maggie T. and thought he a strange old queen who I was inextricably drawn to.

I even like to think of myself as a Jesus Freak..but only because the wayward rabbi was the first Socialist !

oh yes-plenty to talk about..I'll bring the Dom Perignon. :cyclopsani:

I'll bring the Dom Perignon.Make sure it's the real thing. My tonsils are still recovering from that Thai fake version you brought last time

As an aside, it was announced last week that the UK security services have adopted an active policy of recruiting gays.

Not much of a change from the 1940s when I suppose it was just tacit.

Hopefully, the KGB will help out by sending some of the old timers home.

One has to wonder if this strategy is dreamed up by someone tasked with the "War on Terror" who fantasises about TE Lawrence and Arabs.

[Lunchtime O'Booze]

shouldn't that be a an active policy of recruiting more gays?

as usual, the KGB were way ahead of them and had plenty of gays for "honey traps".

......lost-needless to say..by a private contractor....


Well thank goodness. Its nice to know the US is not alone in farming out its most important business to politically connected dunces.

Its really kind of sad to see little Britian playing "me too, me too" to big Uncle Sam.

I'll bring the Dom Perignon.Make sure it's the real thing. My tonsils are still recovering from that Thai fake version you brought last time

Homintern gets a throat infection and he blames it on drinking champagne rather than ingesting e coli from one of his famous sphicter licking sessions?

[quote="Lunchtime O'Booze":mxne3a15]I'll bring the Dom Perignon.Make sure it's the real thing. My tonsils are still recovering from that Thai fake version you brought last time

Homintern gets a throat infection and he blames it on drinking champagne rather than ingesting e coli from one of his famous sphicter licking sessions?[/quote:mxne3a15]


I'm certain Homi was telling the truth!
Sort of.
The throat infection may well have been the result of drinking champagne.

'Drinking it from a sphincter?' you ask.

No, silly! Drinking it straight from the bottle!
Unfortunately; they probably used it as a dildo first.
I say, 'Unfortunately,' because quite a bit must have been lost when the cork popped--Not to mention the cork--
but, fortunately, it was a Salmanazar: the store hadn't a Nebuchadnezzar in stock.

Whenever I have throat infection I always blame ot on improperly prepared ortolans.

[Bob]

Whenever I have throat infection I always blame ot on improperly prepared ortolans.

Sawatdee, Khun Edith, haven't seen you around here much lately (you obviously have improved your class!).
So....ortalans? Given I didn't have a clue what the hell an "ortalan" was, you forced me to google. Egads, some
weird bird and is eaten rather bizarrely. Pasting (stealing?) from one article:

Preparing and cooking ortolan is very simple....

The birds must be taken alive; once captured they are either blinded or kept in a lightless box for a month to gorge on millet, grapes, and figs, a technique apparently taken from the decadent cooks of Imperial Rome who called the birds beccafico, or "fig-pecker". When they've reached four times their normal size, they're drowned in a snifter of Armagnac.

Cooking l'ortolan is simplicity itself. Simply pop them in a high oven for six to eight minutes and serve. The secret is entirely in the eating. First you cover your head with a traditional embroidered cloth. Then place the entire four-ounce bird into your mouth. Only its head should dangle out from between your lips. Bite off the head and discard. L'ortolan should be served immediately; it is meant to be so hot that you must rest it on your tongue while inhaling rapidly through your mouth. This cools the bird, but its real purpose is to force you to allow its ambrosial fat to cascade freely down your throat.

When cool, begin to chew. It should take about 15 minutes to work your way through the breast and wings, the delicately crackling bones, and on to the inner organs. Devotees claim they can taste the bird's entire life as they chew in the darkness: the wheat of Morocco, the salt air of the Mediterranean, the lavender of Provence. The pea-sized lungs and heart, saturated with Armagnac from its drowning, are said to burst in a liqueur-scented flower on the diner's tongue. Enjoy with a good Bordeaux.

Umm.....no thanks.