How corrupt was my Valley

Needless to say, it wasn’t only Hu Jintao that got a phone call from me this morning (I’m pleased to report that mahjongg-playing is now prohibited at all Chinese-run construction sites in foreign countries) – my son Brian got one as well. When the latter finally answered his phone, I was sure I could hear the sound of horse racing commentary in the background. “Don’t tell me you’re in a betting pool!” I said. “Of course not, Dad. I happen to be watching “Seabiscuit”. Can I call you back?” “No you can’t!” I said. “How did your damn mother get access to my blog?” He then went into a long and convoluted explanation about keystroke-copying and other things that went way over my head. “So then you’re saying you’re mother’s a – a – what do they call them? A hacker?” “Oh please, Dad. I’ll call you later.”

He did call me later, to say he had adjusted the settings on the blog and Hazel shouldn’t be able to access it any longer. So I’m free to write here once more. I also had a phone call from Christine S., whom I’d asked to investigate how Hazel had managed to get hold of all the surveillance equipment she says she got from the blimp people. Turns out she got it from Ken Valley, who’s apparently selling the merchandise at his store in St. James! I always suspected Valley was deeply corrupt. But at least he’s not as uncouth and foul-mouthed as Achong! Good riddance to that bastard.

Speaking of Achong, guess what I found out today? Apparently there are other people in Trinidad keeping blogs. Guess my Vision2020 or FastForward or whatever that programme is called is working after all.