Top Secret: Basildon Virtual Day Trip

[Romantic Old Bird]

Highly Confidential

I am posting an early notification of a planned day trip to see Mr Paul Clarke in his natural habitat as an international car door designer.

After the resounding success of our last virtual outing, I suggest we draw on our experiences in Hadley Wood to iron out as many difficulties as possible before we set off.

On the plus side, we had an excellent team. The collie proved to be indispensable, not so much as a tracker dog, as by keeping Helen occupied whilst we ravished Mr Clarke. How she pampered and preened that lucky pup. Yep, we were ALL smiling on the way home that night!

Although Helen is unlikely to be at Paul's workplace, I think we must accept that he may have devoted colleagues willing to sacrifice their place in the queue for the photocopier just to protect him. Therefore, the collie comes!

Now, last time, the transport was OK, maybe a bit cramped, and if the numbers dictate, we will have to draw lots for places.

I, as trip organiser, am essential to the operation. Certain other key players will need to forward their fivers to me before the 29th to secure their place. Fair play! I know this may seem harsh, but remember that even if we hire a double decker, there are only so many of us that he can cope with. Although god-like in aspect, he is, after all, only human.

One thing we cannot afford to repeat is the shameful hair-pulling, spitting, screaming and fighting. It was not attractive, and really frightened the collie. Accordingly, I will be asking every person on the trip to promise to restrain me if it happens again. I am on medication, but just to be on the safe side.


I need to confirm the date, but Tuesday 9th April is favourite at present. (It seems fairly obvious that Helen's habitual absence from the Lorraine studio on Mondays confirms some synchronised canoodling in Hadley Wood on that day each week, and ROB returns to work the following day).

The following itinerary is only in it’s draft stage at the moment:

We may have to find a new driver, as ROB’s son is still in family therapy following our last excursion. There will be pick up points in the north-west, and in the west and east midlands as before. Those travelling from Scotland need to travel down on the 8th, and those from the Home Counties may wish to make their own way down. We will rendezvous in the car park of the egg packing factory next door by 8.30am. We will then be able to park up the Pop Idol bus inconspicuously. A pair of younger, eagle-eyed virtual trippers will hover outside the Design Company, and appear to be walking the dog.
Any sighting of the Audi Quattro TT in the works car park will be reported to me immediately.
We will keep in touch by SMS only.

IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT ALL OUR MOBILES ARE SET TO VIBRATE ONLY. We cannot afford to alarm our hosts by frenetic audible texting.

Peachy and I will then don our disguises as Svetlana Rolitova and Olga Volga; dignitaries from a government backed trade delegation from Minsk. . Mark, who, as a junior minister from the Department of Trade, will translate and mediate, will accompany us. Our arrival will not be unexpected, as I will already have set up a meeting with their ‘best young designers’ at 10 am. They will have received impressive papers, courtesy of LEE's Desk Top Publisher, purporting to be from Mr Blair himself, encouraging the company to co-operate fully with their friends from the former Soviet Union. Mr Blair’s letter to the managing director, will have enthusiastically extolled the virtue of forging such new alliances.

‘In this way, we can wipe away the final vestiges of distrust between east and west. We can move forward, hand in hand into this new millennium. Here we can sow the seeds of a wholly free marketplace, unfettered by doctrine and dogma, in a free world’

Our visit will be on behalf of an exciting new car manufacturer who is looking for innovative designs. I have intimated that we are looking for a major partnership with the company. Accordingly, the directors should be willing to accede to our slightest whim.

We must progress with great caution. I suggest that we ask to see their design team individually, and as soon as our quarry is sighted, we must tell the directors that we have found our man. We then request that he take us to a local hostelry for a working lunch. Should Paul show any signs of recognising Peachy and I from our previous trip, we will explain that this is because we were both members of the Gold medal-winning shot put team from the Barcelona Olympics. We will then, of course, offer to give him our autographs.

As soon as we leave the building we must entice him on to the bus, (which has of course been re-sprayed to avoid recognition) and drive sedately away. It is important that we return him to the company in good order well before rush hour, so that he can avoid the worst of the traffic on his journey home to Hadley Wood.

The details of how we deal with Mr Clarke in the intervening period are still to be finalised. We have a finite period of time and we must use it wisely. You will perhaps be relieved to learn that my close personal friend, Tommy Lee Jones, has to agreed come along to wipe all memory of the proceedings from Paul’s mind if he feels we go too far.

With luck, our mission should be complete by 16.00hrs. We can then make our way north in good time, and be home in time for a good night’s sleep.

I need not remind you that the success of this covert operation is entirely reliant on your continued discretion and absolute confidentiality.

Trust no-one.

Anyone interested in the trip should leave their names below, with full details of any special attributes or skills they possess.

[Janette]

Count me in, ROB :dance:


I'll bring binoculars and plenty of ginger beer!!!!!:spin2:

Can the gorgeous Will drive the bus? I have his personal mobile number and he would be happy to drive us all, it'll give him a break from all the singing!

[LEE]

I'll be there too, after all someone has got to try to keep you lot in check!! :hugesmile: :shocked: :hugesmile:

:flower:

[Mairi]

I will definitely be there ROB. I will book time off work tomorrow. I have 3 days owing to me and may need the extra days to recover!

Roll on April 9th. Can't wait!!

:love:

[blinkinlovely]

I'll drive!!!!!!!!!!!:xyxwave::xyxwave::xyxwave:

[susieq]

ROB - I'm in. Jody is wagging her tail and ready to go. The trauma of her last visit has not deterred her and anyway, my sister has got the tranquilisers from the vet in readiness so she'll be fine. This will not, of course, prevent her from springing into action when needed - she is, after all, Jody the wonder dog and is ready for anything.
Certain other key players will need to forward their fivers to me before the 29th to secure their place.


As I paid part towards the strengthening of the chassis of the PI bus from last time's 'exertions' (Hmmm - say no more) - can that count as my fiver?

Just in case Ms Adams happens to be about I'll bring her my grandmother's special recipe for porridge - my grandmother was Scottish and recipe very top secret - it'll keep H occupied for hours and well out of the way. The sacrifices I make for you guys.

Anyway - plans sound good to me ROB. We'll finalise details nearer the time.

BTW - Will as driver - that'll do for me.
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[monie]

Count me in ROB Ill bring the sarnies, an if need be, I can use my skills to take notes. I also possess a long mac and dark glasses:dance::dance:

[peachy]

PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE FOR COMRADE OLGA:


Svetlana awaits your commands. Like the rest of the TIBB babes I am ready and willing to follow your lead. I am confident that disguised in our black pin striped suits, black stockings, red lipstick, dark glasses and thick Russian accents we shall pass almost unnoticed into the design office and there is little or no chance of Paul recognising us from our last trip. If he does however, and tries to make a run for it and locks himself in the stationery cupboard I am well equipped to deal with the situation.I have a special pocket concealed in the inside of my long mackintosh. This holds a very neat but effective axe. I can, quite inconspicuously, break down the door and drag him out. I also have a mild sedative concealed in an attractive platinum friendship ring which I wear on my right hand. While you distract his attention I can slip this into his lunchtime drink. This should ensure his co-operation when the rest of the TIBB babes pile in! You're right, we must draw lots this time and avoid all the unseemly pushing, shoving, biting scatching and hair-pulling which went on. It was a little undignified last time and I'll never forget Paul looking at you and me and saying "double-weird" and "It's a nightmare, innit", over and over, almost as if he couldn't believe what was happening, strange that!

[BigSister]

I want to come

It will be an enthrwiling experence coz i missed the Hadley wood on

[Maggie]

Count me in too :thumbs: the last trip took me 2 days to get over, but it was well worth the effort :colour::colour::love::colour::colour:


And my mobile is on silent mode and at the ready, can't :spin2::colour::love::colour::spin2: wait

[Kaz]

Oh My God :shocked:

How double cool and wicked is this! :dance:

It's totally, like, amazing! :hello:

Put my name down please ROB. I've cancelled my holiday plans for that week, and OH may never speak to me again, but, ho hum, that's a minor inconvenience. :laugh:

LEE - is your spare room free that night - you know, the one with the yellow duvet cover and orange blankets. Very cosy, and I loved the 'eau de Paul's hair gel' that you sprayed on the pillow for me - it was lush!

Anyone else want to wear the rubber nurses uniforms this time? :colour: :spin2: :colour:

[Abbyindahouse]

can i come?
can i come?:hugesmile:

[Sticks]

Does this mean that you are not taking up the invitation to go to New York State in the USA to see Bert's old stomping ground and see if you can rescue Ernie from the religious cult that got Ernie to boot Bert out of his home, and then lied to Bert so he ended up despondent in a London YMCA (See "Has anyone Seen Bert" Thread (http://www.thisisbigbrother.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=478 )

Anyone can turn up at Basildon and molest an innocent young man, why not accept the challenge, the residents of Bert's street did say they would pay the passage.

You know you could do it if you put your mind to it

:colour::dance:

[blinkinlovely]

:dance::dance::dance::dance::dance:

When do we leave?????????? I'm all packed and read to go, go go!:bouncy:

[susieq]

You know you could do it if you put your mind to it


Sticks - you're right, of course you are. Poor Ernie, being dragged off by that religious cult, poor Bert must be distraught. I know that going to Ernie's rescue is the right thing to do so......... call me weak, call me shallow, call me a cab - I'm going to Basildon babe!

Sorry Ernie - you'll have to cope without me.

[Romantic Old Bird]

Comrades,

do not be deterred by the man you know as 'Sticks'. I believe him to be none other than the notorious and treacherous Igor Ruinov!

He knows too much, and must be eliminated. Bert and Ernie are not the first to attempt to escape his clutches. In fact, as Eric Burden told me only the other day - he's been the Ruinov many a poor toy!

Now, back to our trip. I can confirm that I have held top secret talks with Comrade Rolitova and we are currently undertaking thorough investigations in readiness for the momentous day.

Not all the news is good. I am concerned.

Who is this Basildon Bond I am hearing of?

Does he pose an unacceptable risk to the operation? I have tried to find out more, but I am told he may already have been 'written' off. His fate is 'sealed' if he comes up against us, that is for certain. Perhaps we can have him 'posted' elsewhere. He may have a license to kill, but we have a license to thrill!

(Sorry! Visions of Russ Abbott, UUUGGH)

The offers of help received have shown great imagination and commitment to our cause. This is most encouraging, and you are to be congratulated. With such a team, I am confident of our success.

Complacency would however be foolish. Remember, we must remain vigilant at all times.

April 9th will be remembered for generations to come. You will tell your grandchildren proudly that you were there.

Until that day!

Olga, oops, sorry, ROB

Mr Clarke, the day is approaching.............:shocked:

[Sticks]

Originally posted by Romantic old bird
Comrades,

do not be deterred by the man you know as 'Sticks'. I believe him to be none other than the notorious and treacherous Igor Ruinov!

He knows too much, and must be eliminated. Bert and Ernie are not the first to attempt to escape his clutches. In fact, as Eric Burden told me only the other day - he's been the Ruinov many a poor toy!


Igor Ruinov died peacefully in his sleep in a hospital in Moscow last year, during BB2 which is why you may have missed this announcement.

If you visit my websites you can see that I am who I say I am. Even my Avatar is a picture of me, and I do not hide behind pictures of BB2 contestants.

Bert and Ernie are not in my clutches. Bert is in your clutches. Ernie seems to have been brainwashed by some religious cult we are trying to identify, and is in their clutches. (Religious cults is one of my specialist subjects)

Grover has arrived at Gatwick and is making his way to see you. He is now hoping if he helps you out with your mission to Basildon, you might fly back with him and rescue Ernie.

Over in the States there has been another distrubing development. One of the other residents, a guy whose first name appears to be Cookie has been reported in the new commune in the house where Bert used to live with Ernie :shocked:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Meanwhile, back in Basildon, Mr Clarke tidies his desk for the weekend. His rubber band ball has been positioned at a perfect right angle to his blotter, and his post-its are strategically placed over the heat ring left by a carelessly placed coffee mug.

He sighs as he picks up a photo of himself and his mates on a boozy weekend in Dublin.

'That was blinding!' he thinks to himself wistfully, before reluctantly putting it at the back of his drawer. 'Only this time last year. Never mind Clarkey, those days are well and truly over!'

He dips inside his briefcase and fishes out the framed photo that Helen had given him only that morning. 'Bless her!' he thought, as he placed it carefully on the desk. 'I nearly forgot about this, and she was so excited when she gave it to me this morning. She must have been watching Blue Peter again!' He blew the pieces of glitter off the desk and sat back to admire her handiwork. 'Actually, she does show quite a bit of flair'.

'Very nice Paul, I particularly like the flowers. nice and sparkly!' said his work mate Elaine, as she walked up and leaned over him short-sightedly to look at the photo, dripping coffee on his shoes as she went.

'Cheers Elaine, thanks a lot!' he said. 'Yeah, sparkly. And Pink. Very pink. She does look sweet though, don't she?' asked Paul, smiling at the photo. Helen beamed back at him, eyes wide and head slightly on one side.

'What's so interesting over here? How's it going Paul?' As the head of design approaches, Elaine scuffles quickly off and Paul smoothly uses his touch sensitive screen to revert to the design he completed earlier.

'I think you'll like this Mike, I think you'll like it!' replied Paul.

'Mmmm, promising, very promising. Keep up the good work!' said Mike, heading for his own office, before turning to add 'Oh, and Paul?'

'Yes mate?'

'Nice picture!'

'Thanks Mike!'

'Welcome to the world of commitment!'

'I'm ready for it Mike. She's worth it!'

'Never thought I'd see the day!' said Mike, laughing to himself as he walked back to his office.
'They all fall, sooner or later'.

Paul clicked back on the TIBB bar at the bottom of his screen.

It had become compulsive reading for him first thing each morning, and again every evening before he left for home. Although sometimes he wished he had not found the site in the first place.

He had to admit that every time he read it, he was flattered. 'It's a bit mad' he thought, 'But, after all, they seem harmless!

Despite himself, he found a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as he read the details of the virtual trip. They couldn't REALLY be planning this could they?

Just to be on the safe side, Paul decided to act positively, and went to Mike's office and to ask for a day's holiday on April 9th.

'Sorry Paul, I'd love to, but we've got this rush job on, deadline April 12th. In fact I was thinking of asking you in for the 8th'.

'Fair play, don't worry about it' said Paul, feeling rather silly for asking. 'I'll be here, no worries'.

'I knew I could rely on you Paul, good man! You've got that luxury pad to play for after all, haven't you!'

'Very funny mate, very funny!', replied Paul. 'What's the rush job anyway?'

'It's a new contract, very exciting development. I'm only just getting preliminary details in now, but the recommendation comes from the very top. It could be the start of something very big indeed!'

'Cool. That sounds cool! I'll be there for you' said Paul, returning to his desk.

'Good bloke, that Paul Clarke,' thought Mike, as he dialled the number in front of him. 'Glad I went with my instincts and took him back on'.

'Oh Hello! Is that the DTI? Oh good! I've been asked to contact someone called Mark? You are Mark? Excellent! Now about this trade delegation.......'

Meanwhile, returning to his desk, Paul forces himself to leave the TIBB site without looking again. He hums cheerfully as he completes another elaborate paper clip sculpture before closing down the computer for the weekend.

What on earth was he worrting about?
He really must stop reading those sites!

[Feefs]

What can I say, except Baggsie a space for me please. :thumbs:

I will bring my flask, binoculars, my camera with the telephoto lens and a copy of my new book on how to make your photos even better. I propose to write to the author to suggest "only attempt photos of lush International Popstars" as a strategy.

I suggest I could fulfill a pivotal role as "specialist technical translator" or something, because did a class in technical drawing at uni and I know the difference between strength, hardness, stiffness and toughness. Well, I think I can remember where I left a book that I can revise it in and I've still got my set-squares. I'll be sure to check up on fatigue resistance while I'm at it in case Mr Clarke needs a little counselling.


He really must stop reading those sites!
I know how he feels!


Meanwhile, returning to his desk, Paul forces himself to leave the TIBB site without looking again. He hums cheerfully as he completes another elaborate paper clip sculpture before closing down the computer for the weekend.
Normally so accurate ROB, but I suspect today he'll be having one last look at the new Star Wars trailor that is now available online! :spin2:

[Sticks]

Sorry can't make this one. I am being recruited as an experts on New Religious movement to try and identify the cult that seems to have sucked in Ernie and now the blue chap, whose second name escapes me, but his first name is cookie. :shocked:

Grover has been to the YMCA and has got the rest of Bert's gear. He is going to send you a hotmail to arrange a meeting with you and Bert. Grover is ready to help you in your Basildon endevour. He is still hoping you and Bert will come back to New York with him to rescue Ernie and Cookie

[Romantic Old Bird]

Comrade Sticks, I am sorry you will not be part of our team.

You must understand that we cannot be too careful. Your overwhelming similarity to Ruinov was damning and may have coloured our judgement.

Your quest is noble. The extensive experience of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder therapy and cult busting you have acquired will equip you admirably for your task. Your skills are far better utilised in this way.

Whilst we seek only carnal pleasure and the shameless subjugation of our quarry.
it would appear that you will be engaged in an act of selfless dedication.

We are not worthy.
Go in peace, Comrade.

Those of us who are still committed to our journey, please submit your cover identitiies to me as soon as possible. From now on, I will only be referred to as Olga,
Peachy is of course, Svetlana
Janette is Tatiana
I see Lee as Ursula and Feefs as Ludmilla.
How about Susie q as Valentina, and Jodie must be Petra, in homage to the first Blue Peter dog.
Discolady should be something a little risque',.... I'm thinking Red Sonja
Miriam is Natalia
Kaz could be Annastasia
Blinkinlovely is Tonya
Abbyindahouse is Marina
BigSister is Katerina

If anyone has been overlooked, please inform me quickly, as papers must be prepared for all of us. Await further instructions, and do not loose sight of our goal.

The awesome and blissfully unaware Mr Clarke.

Supress any feelings of guilt you may have.

I understand that his new bathroom mirror has been designated as an area of outstanding natural beauty.

One so blessed with physical perfection and prowess cannot be allowed to hide from our clutches. He has a duty to share himself with us.

Sleep soundly Mr Clarke. The time is fast approaching

[Sticks]

Originally posted by Romantic old bird
If anyone has been overlooked, please inform me quickly, as papers must be prepared for all of us.

I believe Grover is joining you excursion, and I assume Bert is still on your team.

[Maggie]

AH....... I Zee you know me well Olga, Red Sonja calling, waiting zee instructions !!!

[Kaz]

Greetings, comrade Olga. This is comrade Annastasia reporting to update you on recent developments.

I am delighted to confirm that our plan to infiltrate the car door design team office has been successful. I commence my duties as temporary Personal Assistant to Mike Simpkins and his team - Paul, Elaine, Harry, Pete and Geoff - on Tuesday 9th April. You would have been proud of my disguise at the interview - tastefully highlighted blonde hair drawn up into a neat bun, rimless designer glasses, smart grey suit with skirt just above the knee, crisp white shirt (just the right amount of buttons undone) and elegant black patent court shoes. They were bowled over and couldn't wait to offer me the position. Nice chap, Mike - wonder how he'll react when I mysteriously disappear after the glorious 9th? :spin2:

As it will be my first day at work, naturally I will have to shadow one of the employees to find out how the department runs (any guesses who I'll choose?) and therefore will be perfectly placed to observe Mr Clarke's every move until you, Mark and Svetlana arrive.

After you arrive, I will whip off my glasses, unpin my hair and let it tumble down around my shoulders, then assist you to whisk Paul off to the waiting Pop Idol bus. :thumbs:

Farewell for now, comrade Olga - our destiny is in your hands. :dance: :colour: :dance:

[blinkinlovely]

:cat::cat::cat:

Comrade Tonya is ready to assist in anyway she can during this comendable mission. She hopes that, should mr Clarke be injured during the adventure, that she (Tonya) would be able to give full first aid (and mouth to mouth resuitation).
Arrivederci:spin2:

[Janette]

Comrade Tatiana fit and raring to go :dance::dance::dance:

ginger beer and binoculars at the ready!!!!!!!!!

[blinkinlovely]

Scusi?? Youngsters??:conf:

Any way back to virtuality - does anyone need a lift?? Have time , as TOnya special sainsbury agent, to get supplies......


Tuc crackers and red wing 4 me...... anyone else?

[Romantic Old Bird]

Originally posted by Kaz
Greetings, comrade Olga. This is comrade Annastasia reporting to update you on recent developments.

I am delighted to confirm that our plan to infiltrate the car door design team office has been successful.

This is exemplary work Comrade Annastasia. When you said you would infiltrate RLE I had not envisaged such an act of derring do on your part. This will not be forgotten.

However, it is always wise to discuss these moves beforehand with the expedition leader to avoid any conflict of interest.

Yours is such an ingenious plan I am surprised I did not think of it myself. In fact, I feel sure I must have mentioned it to you in passing. The pity is, that I could have reassigned my pivotal role on the 9th to Red Sonja, freeing me to observe our quarry at close range and in intricate detail over the next 9 working days. I would have been unstinting, I would not have spared myself any exertion, and would have prepared the most intimate and detailed dossier in the history of post cold war intelligence. As you know, my experience in these matters is highly regarded.

Carry out your role well, Comrade Annastacia, but do not jeopardise our mission by becoming to close to him. I will be watching you very closely indeed.

I have to tell you that I fear one of the colleagues you mention may be from the other side. I have received reports of a counter espionage operation, and I fear that Pete may soon be exposed as a undercover journalist from the Sun.


Your devotion to duty and willingness to belittle yourself by donning a femme fatale persona is admirable but unecessary. He will willingly accompany Comrade Svetlana and I to the bus.

Accordingly I must instruct you to continue wearing the striking brown crimplene two peice purchased from Oxfam, and the statutory 100 denier woollen tights and two pairs of flannel knickers at all time. I am also enclosing two prosthetic hairy warts to affix to your nose.

This is for your own benefit, to protect you from the unwanted advances of Geoff, the 'yellow pages' of Basildon.

We have someone on the inside nevertheless. Excellent progress. Remember, sit, watch, record. You will be contacted with further details closer to the glorious day.

Comrades one and all, be of good cheer. Our task is daunting, but strengthen your resolve. If you falter and consider even for a moment that you are not involved in a worthy endeavour, feast your eyes on pages 70-78 of this week's Hello, not forgetting the front cover, and page 41, the contents page.

We must succeed.

He will be ours. The time is approaching Mr Clarke.

[chilledbootz]

Girls, I know that your upset about what happened with me and Paul on the last trip, but it isn't really fair that I can't come on this one!! I can't see my name, or my code name anywhere:bawling::bawling:.

I thought that me telling you all about the Hello thing would help build some bridges. I promise to share him with you all this time.......honest!!!:devil::devil:

[Sticks]

Has Grover managed to connect up with you and Bert ?

[chilledbootz]

Oh Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssse eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!:bawling::bawling:
Please let me come with you!!:dance:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Hello Comrade! Olga Volga here!

You must excuse the delay, but I am only recently returned from an exacting weekend surveillance mission in that most decadent of cities, Paris.

It was necessary for me to remain incognito at all times, and I had to adopt a great many disguises, but I never let our quarry out of my sight. I commando crawled through the daffodils, I sat stone-like as a fountain nymph, whilst Mr Clarke actually sat on my lap. And yes, I WAS that croissant!

I may never fully recover from the sights I have seen!:blush:

A full report has been submitted should you wish to update yourself.

Now, to your role and identity. We have decided that your name is Nadia. Your role is too secret to reveal here. Please engage your decoder and read the personal column of the Cwmbran Times. You will find details of your mission encrypted between the 'meet a mate' and 'pet corner' sections.

Do not fear Nadia. Our mission would not be the same without you. We feared you had been lost when you failed to answer our messages.

Await further instructions!

Mr Clarke, we will meet again soon :shocked:

[Sticks]

Grover has ben in touch again. He is still trying to hook up with Bert and the PI bus. He has received details from his associate back home in New York, the Count, on how to dispell curses. Given recent revelations, that might be an idea.

At least it gives Grover something to do so he feels useful. :dance:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Comrade Sticks

Grover and I have held clandestine meetings and he is well aware of his role in the forthcoming mission. The details are far too sensitive to discuss without encryption. He has been asked not to discuss them with you.

As you have ruled yourself out of proceedings, can I ask that you refrain from your use this thread frequency as you may jam transmissions.

:nono:

I am sure your intentions are admirable, and your support for our cause has been noted. Please go about your mission untroubled by concerns about ours. I have everything under control. I am moving in slowly and stealthily, and he will be mine.....ours, ours I mean!
:hugesmile:

I only hope that Chilledbootz - Nadia, has received her call to service in time to purchase today's Cwmbran Times.

Please confirm Comrade Nadia!

Mr Clarke..............11 days and counting..:shocked:

[sweetlittlesara]

Soz havent been on this site for a while, could i come? I'm only little :wavey: i could be very useful, Please ?

[chilledbootz]

My apologies comrade Olga. I'm back now have had family here all day.

Affirmative about the Cwmbran Times. Bought several copies...........just to be sure!!!!!!!!:thumbs:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Comrades, the hour approaches, and the time has come to break our silence. It will be tomorrow, Thursday!

Even now, global subversive forces are working to thwart us, and the MSN messenger service has been sabotaged on numerous occasions in the past few days.

Then they took out the server. However, we are back!

You will be relieved to know that top secret meetings have taken place between myself, Agent Svetlana Rolitova (peachy) and the legendary Red Sonja (discolady)

A final top secret summit meeting between myself and Agent Rolitova has been held this week.

We cannot fail.

Let me appraise you of our current status:.

TIBB name BVDT name Specialist area
ROB Olga Minister of Love
Peachy Svetlana Ph D in Ecstacy
Discolady Red Sonja Boa/Lust Dust
Janette Tatiana Ginger beer
Lee Ursula Security
Feefs Ludmilla. Flask

Susieq Valentina Dog Handler
Jodie Petra Wonder Dog
Miriam Natalia To be allocated
Kaz Annastasia Double agent
Blinkinl. Tonya Driver
Abby. Marina To be allocated
BigSister Katerina To be allocated

Chilledb. Nadia To be allocated

SLSara Saskia To be allocated
Monie Mishka Disguise/catering



I think it is now time to address you all, with apologies to WS.

I need hardly remind you colleagues, that you are honoured to be with us in our quest.

We are few in number but do not despair.

Remember, the fewer we are, the greater the share of Paul Clarke.

I would not have one more.

Those who have no stomach for this, let them depart, your visa will be made, and your bus fare home will be given. We do not want your company.

This day will be called the feast of Basildon.

We who outlive the day, and come safe home, will in future stand up on tip-toe when the day is named, and rouse ourselves at the very name of Basildon.

We who survive to see old age will yearly invite round our friends to celebrate, and say ‘Tomorrow is Basildon day’.

Then we will strip off our tops to show the marks and say, ‘These wounds I had at Basildon’.

Old women forget, and all shall one day be forgotten, but we will remember what feats we did that day!

Then shall our names be as familiar as household words,

Olga Volga, Svetlana Rolitova and Red Sonja; Ursula and Natalia, Anastasia, Valentina and Petra the Dog.

We will all be remembered for centuries to come whenever people meet, drink and talk of great deeds.

Our story will be passed down by parent to child, and ‘Basildon day’ will never go by, from this day until the end of the world, without being remembered.

We few, we happy few , we band of sisters.

For she who tomorrow stands with me shall always be my sister, no matter how gross they become.

The memory of this day will make them once again young, and vibrant, and full of life.

People who tomorrow spend the day a-bed shall think themselves accursed they were not there,

And hold their worth to be cheap when any one speaks, 'Who was there with me on Basildon day?'


So, let me remind you all. We will pick up at our pre-designated rendezvous points and amass in the egg packing factory car park (Marked A on your exterior map) at .the appointed time. Two agents (already notified) will be deployed, along with Agent Petra, to unobtrusively perambulate the grassy knoll (marked B) immediately behind RLE HQ (marked C).

Please remember to take binoculars for early sightings of the Audi TT, and a pooper-scooper and bag for Agent Petra’s undercover activities.

As soon as our quarry is sighted, contact will be made by texting the message SGA (sex god alert) to my mobile, which will be, of course, on silent mode.

Agent Rolitova, DTI representative Agent Mark and myself will enter the premises, and communication blackout will be established with immediate effect.

We estimate that is will take us 40 minutes to engage in their capitalist foreplay and to isolate our target. Agent Mark will then stand by whilst firstly I, and then Agent Svetlana, develop a closer working relationship with Paul Clarke in the Stationery cupboard marked D on your office plan.

Agent Annastasia has used her time well and has soundproofed the door with ten layers of bubble wrap and a staple gun. Sad to say, it has since been necessary to remove her from her undercover role and send her back to Minsk.

We were given information that led us to believe her cover was about to be blown by the excessive involuntary drooling she experienced whenever she came within 10 feet of Mr Clarke.

Let me assure you she will be given the very best of care during her time in the Gulag of Good Hope, and her name will be added to the roll of honour.

At approximately 12.00hrs Svetlana and I will unobtrusively walk Mr Clarke to the main entrance on the premise of continuing our meeting in the Dog and Duck in nearby Ramsden Bellhouse. It may be necessary for Svet and I to support him at this stage, due to the intensity of our morning negotiations. Agent Mark will walk close behind to ensure that any grasping of door frames and attempts to brace himself by Mr Clarke do not impede our expeditious exit from RLE. Any tell-tale nail marks scratched along the corridor walls will be removed by Mark with Jif and a J cloth.

Once Mr Clarke has been escorted safely to the bus, we will drive to our secret depot on Canvey Island.

During our journey he will have been revived by ginger beer and sandwiches and will meet the afternoons negotiations with renewed vigour.

At approximately 15.00hrs he will be refreshed by a bracing bed bath by myself, Agent Olga, and Tommy Lee will zap all memory of the day from his mind as we drive back to RLE. As we escort him back to the main entrance, he will remember only a fruitful day of international enterprise. He will make his way home, from there to Barnet and on to Hadley Wood........... where never from Basildon arrived a happier man.

Sorted!

[Sticks]

:shocked:
Have just had a disturbing leak from Grimmy's office, (Although Mort seems to think it is his while Death, the Boss is away on sabbatical)

Mort has got very interested in your mission. On a print out of your plans that he managed to hack into. (Mort is trying to bring Death's office into the 21st Century :mad:), was the penciled comment "perfect for an infiltration exercise"

It looks like Mort is going to infiltrate you team for his own evil purposes and to try and exceed his quota. I think he is trying to out do the boss and usurp his position.

One of your team is not who they say they are. Mort has sent a doppleganger in and no wonder dog will be able to discern this one. This Doppleganger is dangerous.

I would normally tell you to abort the mission, but this might tip Mort off that there is a mole near his / Death's office. I think I am being shut out the loop anyway, because I post here, but I do not want to confirm his suspicions

If it means anything during BB2 Mort was always trying to vote out a certain nomination survivor. Death btw supported Helen's campaign and was just as entranced by the romance. :love:

Hopefully I will be able to find out who the doppleganger is from my end. Watch this space :thumbs:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Comrade Sticks. You have cleverly unearthed a double blind constructed by myself. The mission is in hand, do not fear. Encrypted in my posting and publishe in the local newspaers of our agents is the code to combat this. I am therefore re: posting my above instructions as few members have had the opportunity to read them. Can I please ask that you do not post below unless you are a member of the operation. Thankyou for your co-operation.

Comrades, the hour approaches, and the time has come to break our silence. It will be tomorrow, Thursday!

Even now, global subversive forces are working to thwart us, and the MSN messenger service has been sabotaged on numerous occasions in the past few days.

Then they took out the server. However, we are back!

You will be relieved to know that top secret meetings have taken place between myself, Agent Svetlana Rolitova (peachy) and the legendary Red Sonja (discolady)

A final top secret summit meeting between myself and Agent Rolitova has been held this week.

We cannot fail.

Let me appraise you of our current status:.

TIBB name BVDT name Specialist area
ROB Olga Minister of Love
Peachy Svetlana Ph D in Ecstacy
Discolady Red Sonja Boa/Lust Dust
Janette Tatiana Ginger beer
Lee Ursula Security
Feefs Ludmilla. Flask

Susieq Valentina Dog Handler
Jodie Petra Wonder Dog
Miriam Natalia To be allocated
Kaz Annastasia Double agent
Blinkinl. Tonya Driver
Abby. Marina To be allocated
BigSister Katerina To be allocated

Chilledb. Nadia To be allocated

SLSara Saskia To be allocated
Monie Mishka Disguise/catering



I think it is now time to address you all, with apologies to WS.

I need hardly remind you colleagues, that you are honoured to be with us in our quest.

We are few in number but do not despair.

Remember, the fewer we are, the greater the share of Paul Clarke.

I would not have one more.

Those who have no stomach for this, let them depart, your visa will be made, and your bus fare home will be given. We do not want your company.

This day will be called the feast of Basildon.

We who outlive the day, and come safe home, will in future stand up on tip-toe when the day is named, and rouse ourselves at the very name of Basildon.

We who survive to see old age will yearly invite round our friends to celebrate, and say ‘Tomorrow is Basildon day’.

Then we will strip off our tops to show the marks and say, ‘These wounds I had at Basildon’.

Old women forget, and all shall one day be forgotten, but we will remember what feats we did that day!

Then shall our names be as familiar as household words,

Olga Volga, Svetlana Rolitova and Red Sonja; Ursula and Natalia, Anastasia, Valentina and Petra the Dog.

We will all be remembered for centuries to come whenever people meet, drink and talk of great deeds.

Our story will be passed down by parent to child, and ‘Basildon day’ will never go by, from this day until the end of the world, without being remembered.

We few, we happy few , we band of sisters.

For she who tomorrow stands with me shall always be my sister, no matter how gross they become.

The memory of this day will make them once again young, and vibrant, and full of life.

People who tomorrow spend the day a-bed shall think themselves accursed they were not there,

And hold their worth to be cheap when any one speaks, 'Who was there with me on Basildon day?'


So, let me remind you all. We will pick up at our pre-designated rendezvous points and amass in the egg packing factory car park (Marked A on your exterior map) at .the appointed time. Two agents (already notified) will be deployed, along with Agent Petra, to unobtrusively perambulate the grassy knoll (marked B) immediately behind RLE HQ (marked C).

Please remember to take binoculars for early sightings of the Audi TT, and a pooper-scooper and bag for Agent Petra’s undercover activities.

As soon as our quarry is sighted, contact will be made by texting the message SGA (sex god alert) to my mobile, which will be, of course, on silent mode.

Agent Rolitova, DTI representative Agent Mark and myself will enter the premises, and communication blackout will be established with immediate effect.

We estimate that is will take us 40 minutes to engage in their capitalist foreplay and to isolate our target. Agent Mark will then stand by whilst firstly I, and then Agent Svetlana, develop a closer working relationship with Paul Clarke in the Stationery cupboard marked D on your office plan.

Agent Annastasia has used her time well and has soundproofed the door with ten layers of bubble wrap and a staple gun. Sad to say, it has since been necessary to remove her from her undercover role and send her back to Minsk.

We were given information that led us to believe her cover was about to be blown by the excessive involuntary drooling she experienced whenever she came within 10 feet of Mr Clarke.

Let me assure you she will be given the very best of care during her time in the Gulag of Good Hope, and her name will be added to the roll of honour.

At approximately 12.00hrs Svetlana and I will unobtrusively walk Mr Clarke to the main entrance on the premise of continuing our meeting in the Dog and Duck in nearby Ramsden Bellhouse. It may be necessary for Svet and I to support him at this stage, due to the intensity of our morning negotiations. Agent Mark will walk close behind to ensure that any grasping of door frames and attempts to brace himself by Mr Clarke do not impede our expeditious exit from RLE. Any tell-tale nail marks scratched along the corridor walls will be removed by Mark with Jif and a J cloth.

Once Mr Clarke has been escorted safely to the bus, we will drive to our secret depot on Canvey Island.

During our journey he will have been revived by ginger beer and sandwiches and will meet the afternoons negotiations with renewed vigour.

At approximately 15.00hrs he will be refreshed by a bracing bed bath by myself, Agent Olga, and Tommy Lee will zap all memory of the day from his mind as we drive back to RLE. As we escort him back to the main entrance, he will remember only a fruitful day of international enterprise. He will make his way home, from there to Barnet and on to Hadley Wood........... where never from Basildon arrived a happier man.

Sorted!

[Feefs]

Agent Ludmilla reporting for duty. The evil corrupting forces of computer thingies have been attempting to sabotage this mission, but I WILL prevail.

I've cleaned my binoculars using one of those fancy brush things, and have my flask on standby. I bought some Kendal mint cake in case we are in need of emergency nourishment. I've even shaved my legs and got my hair cut, so it's GREEN FOR GO!
:thumbs:

[peachy]

Comrade Olga,
Svet speaking. On this St Basildon's Eve, I address you. I am in position and awaiting your instructions to proceed. I have issued Mark with his Jif and J Cloth and his Harry Potter specs. He now looks every inch the DTI delegate and has successfully mastered the art of speaking incessantly while saying absolutely nothing. As we all know this is an essential requirement for any British civil servant. He will keep the managing director bamboozled while you and I make our way to the stationery cupboard with P. C. in tow. Mr Clarke, sleep soundly tonight, you have no idea of the delights which await you in the soundproofed stationery cupboard of love. I have also issued Mark with a paint touch up kit just in case PC makes a final desperate attempt to grip on to the door frame to avoid being frogmarched from the building by Olga and Svet. He may not realise that resistance is useless when faced with our solid strength and determination. We have spent many months in training to build up our strength for this day. We have developed biceps like footballs and thighs like tree trunks especially for this mission. I have girded up my loins as per instructions until I resemble Simon Cowell. Nothing can stop us now.

PS Annastasia has been safely despatched to Minsk aboard a cabin cruiser moored off Inverness.
PPS I fear that we must beware of agent Sticks, I think having a forum of his own elsewhere has made him power crazed. He seems to feel that he now has the power of life or death. This is a worrying development. However, I think we have managed to confuse him sufficiently for now. He must not be allowed to sabotage our troops morale with talk of death and failure.
Farewell for now comrades, tomorrow will be a glorious victory which will undoubtedly be written of whenever the history of women is chronicled! Onward and upward, everyone!

[susieq]

Comrade Olga - Valentina here.

Petra and I are at the ready. Red Sonja and I are meeting at our pre-arranged point and we are 'green for go'. Watches have been synchronised and mobile phones set to vibrate. Petra has had her medication, she has been shampooed and de-fleaed and has been programmed with photos of Comrade Sticks and Mr M (the infamous man from the Scum) - she knows no fear and will serve our cause well.

Our mission is awesome in scope but victory is within our grasp. I have remembered to bring my grandmother's recipe for porridge in case hereto unforseen blonde Welsh personnel attempt to (unwittingly) sabotage our goal. I willingly sacrifice my share in the greater mission by diverting the 'glittery one', as it will be for the greater good - a noble sentiment I'm sure you will agree.

I believe our transport has been decked out in the usual finery; tasteful orange blankets, furry cushions and a game of snakes and ladders - a home from home indeed.

The hot tub has been installed successfully (it is heating up as I write) - a necessity for Mr C's bathing, and there is a plentiful supply of warm white towels for the obligatory rubbing down.

Onwards and upwards Comrades - our cause is just and our passion is undiminished. We will be remembered for this act of selflessness.

See you tomorrow Comrades.

[Romantic Old Bird]

The day dawned comrades, and we were there.

The operation went like clockwork. Not only was our quarry spotted promptly, we had an additional break when our dog-walking duo were able to intercept Mr Clarke's sandwiches as he dropped them getting out of the Audi. Luckily, Petra is not partial to coleslaw and they were able to retrieve them intact, smoothly inserting the edible bug before returning them to him. How pleasantly he thanked them as he tripped and stumbled his way into the building, blissfully unaware of the fate which awaited him.

Consequently we have some fascinating testimony of the brave deeds which were carried out during the morning by the vanguard operatives: namely myself, and Comrades Svetlana and Mark. Shortly after we lured Mr Clarke to the stationery cupboard, transmissions ceased to be received by our mobile communications centre on the bus.

The sandwiches were there on his desk when we left, and had disappeared when he re-emerged into the daylight, blinking and staggering. I can only assume by the tortuous gurglings that immediately preceded the communications blackout that it was probably eaten by big Gary in audit, who is supposed to be on a diet.

This was another fortuitous act, as we were then able to give a feasible reason to MIke, his boss, to remove Mr Clarke to the Dog and Duck for lunch.

Let me surmise: What a glorious day. All our aims were achieved.

I, Olga, was of course, magnificent!

Svetlana was as reliable as ever, and Mark was bumbling and incoherent throughout. Totally convincing as a DTI official. He stood diligent guard outside the stationery cupboard throughout our delicate negotiations. Unswerving in his loyalty, he asked no questions, and facilitated our inconspicuous exit from the premises. His expert spray can actions instantly covered the nail marks scratched along the walls and door frames by a desperate CAD designer in a futile bid to prevent his abduction from the building.

The rest of our brave band was not disappointed by the shaken but plucky show Mr Clarke put up in the confines of the Canvey island Depot. We were able to lavish care and attention on his injuries before we returned him, none the wiser, to his desk.

A glowing report is even now winging his way to his employers, ensuring his promotion and tenure at the company. In short, no-one was left wanting. Helen may have found that Paul was not his usual self last night, but as we have remarked before, he is young and he will quickly mend.

Rest assured, our success has not gone unnoticed comrades. I have high hopes that we will be lavishly rewarded with a four yearly timeshare allocation at a Black Sea resort. For those of us bravely remaining in this decadent country, I may be able to negotiate a week in a luxury mobile home at Golden Sands, Ingoldmells.

To the victor, the spoils!
:hello::colour::hello::colour::hello:

[Sticks]

So now this is over, wil you be accompanying Bert and Grover back to New York to effect a rescue and deprogramming of Ernie and Cookie....

There are aspects of this cult seem alarmingly familiar.

They tried to spread some nasty rumours about a Mr B Bird, but they were easily shown to be false. :mad:

[peachy]

Comrade Svet, just reporting in. Sorry I am a little late in filing my report of the glorious day that will be for ever known as Basildon Day, but I've only just got up. For some reason I'm completely shattered. Admittedly, after the Clarke Conquest was over I did indulge by celebrating our victory with copious amounts of vodka and Red Bull. That drink is a capitalist plot to undermine civilisation, if ever there was one! Suffice to say all the troops were outstanding, Red Sonja performed her duties admirably, the dogs were superb and the sandwiches were just what the doctor ordered! Thank you comrades for making two old Russians very content. We couldn't have done it without you and Olg and Svet are happy women,tonight. Mr Clarke has an even more puzzled expression than usual but that will soon fade. We will have memories that will carry us through to our next adventure! Thank you all. You will all receive the Minsk Order of Merit for services rendered, in due course. Right now I'm off back to bed. Although Olga appears ready and willing to do it all over again, I think it may take me a little time to recover, night night, everyone and thanks.

[Boris]

:dance:Greetings from Boris. Always a late developer TIBB totally passed me by but I am willing and very able to become a 'comrade ' in THE quest. How about it ROB ? Can I join your gang and become a slave to HIM - when he is caught - please:spin2::spin2::spin2: I await the outcome of this request...babe !

[Boris]

:blush::blush::blush:

MISSED IT............

As usual Boris is tooooooooooooooo late !!!!!!

[peachy]

Fear not new comrade Boris, there are many excitements awaiting you in the strange world which is TiBB. Welcome aboard dear friend.:xyxwave:




:elephant::hello::elephant::hello::elephant::hello ::elephant:

[LEE]

Hi Boris :cat:

Welcome to our mad little band here. :laugh:

You may have missed Basildon, but your name will be put on the list for any further Virtual Missions. :spin2:

:flower:

PS: We're crazy but harmless. :hugesmile:

[Mark]

Hi Boris....

Welcome to TiBB Forum!

Hope you enjoy yourself here - and dont worry we are all a little mad :joker:

Mark :thumbs:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Boris old friend!

I have not heard from you since that unfortunate incident in Vladivostock.
I trust the gender realignment went well?

How sad that you missed our glorious day! It would have been a true test of your newly acquired status as a woman! We set ourselves a task of gigantic proportions, but we were not daunted by it's scale. We saw what needed to be done, and we were equal to it!

Never has so much been done by so many to so few.....well, to one to be precise!

Rest assured Boris, Mr Clarke may be happy in the years to come, but he will never again reach the zenith that was Basildon! You would have been proud of Soviet womanhood, had you been with us on that day!

I had thought to retire in the near future, and spend my twilight years in quiet contemplation of the grandeur of the Steppes, but it will not do. He calls to me again Boris!

Mr Clarke is my destiny, my lifelong quest, my grail!

Fear not Boris! Olga will strike again, and she will not forget you! Be strong!

Until the day comrade, until the day!

[Janette]

Hi Boris :thumbs:

You are our newest member of the bestest maddest craziest funnest greatest Big Brother site on the net :elephant:

You are very very welcome and we look forward to reading your posts :colour::colour::colour:

[BigSister]

Hi Boris

Welcome to TIBB

Were a little mad but were harmless trust me :hugesmile:

Welcome:wavey:

[Boris]

:hello::hello::hello::hello::hello::hello:

Thank you all for your kind wishes and hearty welcome.For one who is still unsure of her/his comings and goings it was truley unbeleivable. Although I am still widely - and I use the term advisedly [!] - known as Boris you may of course call me Borisse. It is a touch more feminine. By the way I should warn yoo all that Boris spends his/ her life with a ductionurry in his/her pocket and a fingr ruddy ti yuse the spill chock at all times so bear wvv me all, babes, ifff I gut it rong.

[Boris]

:laugh:

PS which day will it be ?

I need to know ROB ,so that I can place it safely in my file-o-fax.I cannot be left undone again ,I must be there wherever you go.

I AM WAITING...........................B:wavey::wavey:: wavey::xyxwave:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Boris,

I fear you are too eager, too impulsive. softly softly comrade.

Basildon is still on high alert, in expectation of our commission, and this is good.

But we must be cautious. it will happen, but we must let him rest and recuperate first.

True, Shakespeare was obviously thinking of Mr Clarke when he wrote:

What a piece of work (is a man!)
How noble in form and reason!
How infinite in faculty!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel!
In apprehension how like a god!

He is though, only human, and we may have Amnesty International upon us if we do not give him a little time.

Be patient Borisse, he is there, I can see him now, soon Mr Clarke, soon!

P.S. Borisse, open your U2U message, click on the line top right of the page!

[Sticks]

If Borrise is after some action, then there is always the rescue mission seeHas anyone seen Bert (http://www.thisisbigbrother.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=478) thread for details

[Boris]

:nono:
Dear friends, or may I now call you comrades? I hear your words but myheart beats deep within my heaving breast.I am weary now with waiting and turn constavtly in the night from side to side. In fact I hardly know which way to turn.You must remember that my eyes have not yet seen the glories that ave yours.

I am prepared.My training was complete before news of your existence fell upon my ears. [In my former life I tossed the ...er ...big tree trunk thing as in ''K BURR'' !]When the next mission is decided upon I will be ready and eager to prove myself in my new persona. I understand the need for secrecyso have at hand the means to take on the identity of a former aquaintance by the name of Ludmilla Zhobidov.She has no need of this name any more as ther has been a problem with her transformation and she has sadly become Ludovic Kenodov again!


No matter, when you name .......the place
the date
the time
I will be all that a 'woman' should be.

I ask only this, please point out Mr. Clarke to me, as so far in my turbulent life ,
I HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM !

Yours, as ever , Boris.

PS I would hate to get the wrong target.:dazzler::dazzler::spin2:

[susieq]

Comrade Borisse - Valentina here. As our esteemed leader, Comrade Olga has pointed out, we must be wary and cautious. The Red Army (Basildon branch) are on high alert and have cordoned off a certain establishment, passes and permits have been changed and their security measures are of the highest calibre.

We have our contacts posted inside said establishment; they are sleepers who are ready to be activated at short notice. They have proven themselves to be worthy allies and have earned our undying gratitude and a glass of vodka for their welcome assistance.

Comrade Olga - a brave and fearless patriot, has put her life on the line to achieve her aim and we will follow her in her pursuit of her goal. It is a selfless act, borne of necessity; her zeal is endless and her goal ever nearer. These are but small battles in a bigger war. Mr C will be our willing captive - his resistance is weakening, his naive and innocent view of the world is being reshaped.

Never fear Comrade Borisse - the fight is not yet over, there are more missions planned and Comrade Olga will contact you in due course.

Have faith my friend, be strong, the rewards are hard earned but richly deserved.

PS - Mr C is the Adonis like creature that adorns ROB's avatar - heaven sent indeed!!

[Boris]

I thank you Valentina,But .............

There is not much time..

They

are coming ...

B ...........ouch !:shocked::shocked::shocked:

[Boris]

Read this VERY carefully
Iwill send it only once...

It is I.Lodovic Kenodov sending word to you from your dear friend and'would be' comrade Boris/se.

:shocked:Alas poor Boris,
:shocked:I knew him/her,,dear Olga[and others]

The thought ofhaving to prove him/herr self in the woods at Basildon ,or else where,was just too much and a crack has appeared in his/her persona. S/he must return at once to Vladivostockwhere all will be put straight again.

Of late, porr Boris/se had changed.The carefree being had goneto be replaced by a nervous creature of jumps and starts.S/he ,who had always been abed by 10.00pm, now sits hunchedin a corner 'till 'cock crow' with a machine that clicks and taps. S/he mutters words like 'babe' and adds 'tastic' to others when in the throws of great enthusiasm.It is sad but true.A serious defect has occured in the realignment.I trust another spell in Vladivostock 'should' put things back in place !

I will, of course, try to bring word of his/her progress,and there may too be times when Boris him/her self will 'break through' to this the 'real' though 'small' world and make contact him/herself.. If able Boris/se would have contacted you direct....
so...Yourss in spirit Ludovic Kenodov
pp
Boris/se.../Ludmilla zhobidov

PS Is the 'ONE' recovered yet? as I too am an interested party ! L.K.
:love::love:

[Sticks]

All the nostalgia for all time reminds me of happy times at Langley, West Virginia and at Quantico and West Point. :dance:

I was last in Washington DC with my American hosts back in 1999. I managed to get a tour of Arlington Cemetary and see the changing of the Guard and the Eternal flame where the Kennedys are burried

:dance:

[blinkinlovely]

:shocked::shocked::shocked::shocked:

Is it just me or is this thread getting a little strange??????.........................

[Romantic Old Bird]

Originally posted by blinkinlovely
:shocked::shocked::shocked::shocked:

Is it just me or is this thread getting a little strange??????.........................

ROB here.

Strange?

You're darn tootin' Blinkin! Agent Olga Volga is away at present, but has asked me to post the following on her behalf.


I am disturbed to see that our communication system has been infiltrated again by subversive forces.

Like you I was heartened to see that Agent Boris has made a remarkable recovery after the accident. Such dtermination, and such devotion to duty renews my sense of pride in our movement.

However, I fear it was too much, too soon. Rest assured that s/he will recieve the very best treatment available east of the Trans-Siberian passage. I am sure you will join me in sending our very best wishes for a speedy recovery.

Now I know that some of you have read of the exploits of I, Agent Olga with incredulity.

Those of you who travelled with me on that glorious day know the truth. do not lose sight of this.

Please remember that this thread is our written record of the glorious day and that it is entirely inappropriate place to write memoirs of a wildly decadent holiday spent touring cemetaries in North America.

Accordingly I ask that this communication channel be kept clear. I will soon be back with news of our next offensive.

Until the day. Remember Basildon!..........

[Sticks]

This is one of the photographs taken at Arlington, it is of the Eternal Flame.

I don't think the CIA would have any objections to publishing this photograph, although it is hardly one of my best ones. :hugesmile:

[Romantic Old Bird]

Hello, ROB here again.

This is distressing. I can't contact Olga at the moment, and I know she will be unhappy at this unauthorised use of the Basildon memoirs yet again.


The eternal flame is indeed a beacon in the darkness, but it has no place here.

Perhaps a new thread could be started by this zealous poster? 'Cemeteries I have known'.

Here he could post photo's of himself at Lenin's tomb, or laying flowers on Jim Morrisons grave in Paris, or perhaps even placing a single shiny apple in the centre of the Imagine mosaic in the Strawberry Fields Memorial section of Central Park, NJC.

A little vignette of his afternoon in Highgate cemetery conversing with Marx could be added at a future date.


All of this has it's place, but not here my friend, not here.

For here are the deeds of Basildon recorded. Your words are literary grafitti. Your images are misplaced.

This record needs to be read and be available for future generations.

As the Bayeaux tapestry represents 1066

As the Illiad chronicles the Trojan Wars

These testimonies will stand the test of time

They will speak through the ages

These words will echo through time

They are all we have of Basildon.

Never was so much done by so many to so ...lucky a CAD designer!

Leave them be, I beg of you.

Speak softly, great deeds are here.


The time has come, the old man said, to talk of many things;

Of one who works in car design and how we ravished him................................

[Sticks]

The eternal flame is indeed a beacon in the darkness, but it has no place here.

Perhaps a new thread could be started by this zealous poster? 'Cemeteries I have known'.

Here he could post photo's of himself at Lenin's tomb, or laying flowers on Jim Morrisons grave in Paris, or perhaps even placing a single shiny apple in the centre of the Imagine mosaic in the Strawberry Fields Memorial section of Central Park, NJC.

A little vignette of his afternoon in Highgate cemetery conversing with Marx could be added at a future date.


As requested I have created a thread for Cemeteries I have known (http://www.thisisbigbrother.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=633)

All the images I have taken my self :elephant:

Enjoy :hugesmile:

BTW I see you all trained with the KGB or the GRU. You may have guessed I never came from that route, but the CIA and MI6 are quite thorough in their training :thumbs: