27.10.06

Strange not having to tend to the Women's Prison.

Strange not having to write about the risk aspects of the female prisoners. I looked closely at the risk summary and felt a tinge of sadness, which dissipated quickly as I was assaulted by Vicky the nurse and her flying Samoan jandal - I should have realised that there remained many female risk issues in the prison, and that they were mainly risky to me.

Women, can't live with them, please pass the salt.

Of course the other bain of my life (should be careful using the word Bain when my first name is David, then again it's better than Gray or Aramoana) is University. Not only have they been assaulting my senses with shite I couldn't give a Foucault about but they had the audacity to move to a new building that has pathetic coffee and is far away from the main campus, where the young attractive students meander.

Sacrilegious.

Every day last week as I walked the long mile out of the prison I naturally had to pass the ACRP car park. Every day there were two (2) huge seagulls sitting on the car roof of their royal choice. They watched me walk to them, they watched me walk past, they did not stand up, just sat there and watched me. I returned from Uni (sans watching girls) and they sat there and watched me walk to them, they watched me walk past. They just sat there and watched me, swivelling their heads.

I, of course, am too observant to let this past without enquiry and then knowing what they are there for and what they are up to.

Surveillance.

USA used dogs in the First and Second World Wars for surveillance as well as dolphins in the more aquatic regions. NZ is not internationally known for its large budgetary allocation for defence spending and since it scrapped most of their airborne capacity they have obviously found economically viable replacements. NZ air force and NZ Spooks have managed to combine elements of attack and surveillance in the one creature, the noble, the revered, the national symbol - the Seagull.

Mind you I bet that the CIB get pissed off turning up to refuse stations all the time.

This leads me to another thought.

Not so long ago I went to a dump with a mate to do a bit of "planned pest control'. In the course of a couple of hours we exterminated a number of Gulls, and I missed many more, though one that I hit high in the sky (10 kms away) was different. His descent spiralled and even from the distance we were, I could see he watched me and that he wanted a closer look.

He came at me in ever decreasing circles with a frightening sound that should I have been in the 2nd WW would have warned me of the immanent dive of a Stuka, but this was a different time and a different bird.

The others watched as I stood there and expected me to blow the Gull to little feathery bits as it dove, but I just stood there and watched him drop at my feet.

The guys thought this showed balls, considering the size of the big black backed Gulls and the noise when it hit, but in reality I accidentally placed the safety on and couldn’t fire the second shot.

So perhaps we have two stories occurring or one blended one. Perhaps the seagulls are stalking me to take eventual revenge on the ones lost at the 'Battle of Pikes Point Dump' - though they may also be being used by the CIB to take revenge on me shooting their well trained and economic surveillance tools.

Or their working together, which is the sanest outcome of all this.


Feeling dry and must depart for the hills that have beer and whisky in them.



Pretty sure those gulls have left for today.





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