Oh Boy, Oh boy: another media lunch encounter imminent.
I can see it all now; the smiling, beardless wonder of accident reports, greeting the unspeakable master of spin, fairy tales and purveyor of unholy relics as the witless cub reporter from some rag or other simpers; while the fiendish ex paparazizi camera clown dances and weaves to get "the" shot. They'll have the doors barred though, just in case the world media get wind of this summit level spaghetti lunch. For today the master of underwater black box retrieval meets the man who sunk it.
Not that 'trade secrets' will be on the menu; not today. They are going to enlighten the world with their great collective knowledge on the mysteries of 'hacking' into aircraft systems, both being world renown leaders in the subject. Wonder how this came to be? Well....
You see Be-a-Cur's Mum found a black beret (from WW1) in an old trunk, stored in the garage and since he learned to do 'emails' (there was a worry in her mind for a while, she wondered if all was well as he never seemed to get any she-mails). She is convinced he is a webmaster and the doyen of the "Black Hats", so the beret was given to make him look like a cyber wizard.
Now the other fellah – his Mum was always concerned about his nose growing every time he spoke; well, not too much she could do about that, but weight gain and face furniture helped disguise this as time went by; but, it was the horns which had her beat. Now one day a gypsy traveller pulled up in the drive way, wanting directions and offering to read the tea leaves as payment. This being too good an offer to refuse, tea was made and tea leaves were read and the horns were discussed. Regrettably said the soothsayer, they are a permanent fixture; but the gypsy suggested that a hat and a life in the public service, in one of the less salutary departments would assist; as most working there also had horns and quite often, noses which grew. It was an enjoyable afternoon, but the gypsy left her large floppy black hat behind, which was taken as a faery gift; and, has been used ever since to hide the unfortunate 'impediment'.
So here we have two of the best and brightest of the Black hat squad meeting our hapless cub reporter who thinks, that because the boys wear black hats and prefer Italian cuisine that they are 'the' two government appointed experts on hacking high tech systems. She thinks she has a story. Well, she does – in a way.......
Yorkies rule – OK.
I can see it all now; the smiling, beardless wonder of accident reports, greeting the unspeakable master of spin, fairy tales and purveyor of unholy relics as the witless cub reporter from some rag or other simpers; while the fiendish ex paparazizi camera clown dances and weaves to get "the" shot. They'll have the doors barred though, just in case the world media get wind of this summit level spaghetti lunch. For today the master of underwater black box retrieval meets the man who sunk it.
Not that 'trade secrets' will be on the menu; not today. They are going to enlighten the world with their great collective knowledge on the mysteries of 'hacking' into aircraft systems, both being world renown leaders in the subject. Wonder how this came to be? Well....
You see Be-a-Cur's Mum found a black beret (from WW1) in an old trunk, stored in the garage and since he learned to do 'emails' (there was a worry in her mind for a while, she wondered if all was well as he never seemed to get any she-mails). She is convinced he is a webmaster and the doyen of the "Black Hats", so the beret was given to make him look like a cyber wizard.
Now the other fellah – his Mum was always concerned about his nose growing every time he spoke; well, not too much she could do about that, but weight gain and face furniture helped disguise this as time went by; but, it was the horns which had her beat. Now one day a gypsy traveller pulled up in the drive way, wanting directions and offering to read the tea leaves as payment. This being too good an offer to refuse, tea was made and tea leaves were read and the horns were discussed. Regrettably said the soothsayer, they are a permanent fixture; but the gypsy suggested that a hat and a life in the public service, in one of the less salutary departments would assist; as most working there also had horns and quite often, noses which grew. It was an enjoyable afternoon, but the gypsy left her large floppy black hat behind, which was taken as a faery gift; and, has been used ever since to hide the unfortunate 'impediment'.
So here we have two of the best and brightest of the Black hat squad meeting our hapless cub reporter who thinks, that because the boys wear black hats and prefer Italian cuisine that they are 'the' two government appointed experts on hacking high tech systems. She thinks she has a story. Well, she does – in a way.......
Yorkies rule – OK.