'Tis the Season to be Cunty... tra la la la laaa la la la la...

Yep, it's that time again.

You know; to get drunk and smack your wives and children around, to commit acts of gross public intoxication, and to otherwise demonstrate that you are a lowly blight upon humanity.

While I didn't hear any bells jingling in the early hours, I certainly did hear a number of revelers brawling outside and, when going out to do a job first thing this morning, found the streets awash in broken glass and vomit.

Just your normal everyday Christmas then.

Another product review: Comms

Communications, or comms, play a vital part in our line of work. As such, the equipment we use needs to be robust and reliable, usable in an overt or covert role. I've been looking at some options regarding radio communications and have started trialling "the radio you want by your side for Mission Critical Communications" (corporate wankspeak from brochure) - the Motorola MTP850.

Well, it's going to be a short blog post as I'm pretty much sold on it.

(Not So) Anonymous Investigator caught out

It seems that I have been far too clever (or not enough) for my own good.

A client, Mr Standish (not his real name), received my report regarding a certain document service job. However, and by total coincidence, Mr Standish  is also a long-time reader of this very blog and put two and two together...

My identity, such as it is, has been compromised.

I am not as anonymous as I would like.

Service Interruption Announcement

Dear Reader, I have just secured the www.notstalking.com domain (no point clicking on it yet, there's nothing there).

I'll be moving this blog over to the new domain in the near future.

As you were.

The Comfort of Strangers

The door opened and she stood in the doorway. Maybe she had just woken up; her eyelids were heavy and her lips were dark and moist. Almost bruised. She was a good looking dame and I couldn't help but stare.

"Vera?" I asked, holding the envelope out in one hand. An invitation for her to take it from me.

She smiled and tilted her head slightly, sizing me up. Then she turned away from the open door and, ignoring my outstretched hand entirely, walked slowly back into the house. I had a clear view of her retreating back but my eyes were drawn further down to the mesmerising sway of her hips.

"You had better come in" she said over her shoulder. She held a wineglass carelessly in one hand; empty, I noticed.

She sounded a little drunk. 

I stepped in and closed the door behind me.

I swear this is *exactly* what happened!