BLAIR'S ANTI-TERRORIST TACTICS
today was filled with mr0krinkle, drunken0heart and cocainekongpow; filled with simpsons quotes, south park references, and consistant recitation from homestarrunner.com - this was absolutely delightful. I enjoyed it. it began, however, in much more frustrating circumstances than the mirth in which it continued and eventually ended. I shall now recant the details for those who wish to read it.
I began my journey in earnest, at approximately ten minutes past eight AM; when I got into my parent's car (as I had done the previous three days, for work) and made my way to huntingdon train station. as we arrived, I exited and entered the station. purchasing an all-day travelcard for the amounts of twenty pounds and no pence. I rose onto the platform, taking photographs along the way, there were some intruiging shots to be had even on the confined space of platform 2. after some waiting (and some dark angel) the train arrived. I boarded and promptly made my way to king's cross. the train stopped along the way, though I ignored the stops and concentrated on taking good photos from out of my small window.
arriving at king's cross after roughly an hour of peaceful (though, none of my fellow passengers desired to sit in the same seating booth as me - which was no doubt down to the colour of my skin and my copious amounts of facial hair) travel, I stepped onto the platform and made my way towards the central area of the building, stopping a few times along the way to take pictures of rather attractive buildings. I had noticed that a policeman was following me, but thought nothing of it, as, well, I expected to at least get followed. however, as I walked alongside platform 8, and saw the armed police stood nearby, my stalking policeman pulled me to one side. he desired to speak with me about my "suspect actions" on the journey. it seems that one of my fellow passengers found the fact that I was taking pictures rather disconcerting, and reported me to the police, who saw my actions at king's cross and felt this compounded the allegations.
regardless, no sooner had my portly chum taken me to one side then I found myself surrounded by seven to eight policemen, two armed, and in the opening stages of what was to be a somewhat marathon interrogation session. I shall, dear reader, spare you the insufferable details, but a slightly in-depth summary shall be provided, with details available on msn. within seconds of giving me a pat-down search, they had confiscated my phone, and camera, and began perusing my messages and photographs at their leisure. I desired to resist this, but I remind the reader, that two of them had very big guns. their questions were numerous and similar; almost immediately I spotted a pattern in place. they were trying to trip me up, to trick me into contradicting myself so that they would then have a reason to throw me in jail. they wanted a notch on their belts and were determined to get it. they tried to tie me up in my own words but o! did they ever pick the wrong man to try and best linguistically! I was thoroughly consistant and perpetually pleasant, they were losing.
and so, naturally, they stepped up the pressure. more questions, more frequently, from more officers. then david (mr0krinkle), suzie (drunken0heart) and marc (cocainekongpow) arrived - with me doing a james dean impression surrounded by several police (oh what they must have thought!) this was perfect ammunition for them to unleash. they began a double-assault, attempting to get myself and david to contradict each other; thanks to david's slight ignorance to my london's residence they almost managed to do so, however I set them straight. but they refused to let up! more questions, continuing! there were threats of jail-time if I lied about having residence in finsbury park, or having gotten out onto finsbury park station (neither are even close to true) or, and this is my favourite, if I swore one more time (!!) so, here I was, still being harrassed by these numerous policemen. they even found a message I sent to jen which included the phrase "blair's SS" - this did not impress them, neither did my mentioning of jean charles de menezes. they were most adamant that I was in the wrong believing that they had no justification in shooting a suspect seven times in the head. I successfully destroyed their arguments. they then asked me if I knew why I had been detained, I simply replied "because I have a beard and look like an arab/muslim." -- again, they were not pleased, citing the public report and the photography as their reason for concern, to which I prompty pointed out the diminunative chinese woman taking pictures not 10 foot away from us on the platform, to which he replied "well I can't check on everyone can I?". they were still losing, time for another step up.
having failed to trap me with words, and having exhausted the race and persecution angles, they once again returned to myself and david, but this time trying a most insidious and bigoted approach. to david, they would say how weird and strange I am, and to me how weird and strange david is. to david, (and here I shall be quoting directly from david's most recent journal entry, given that I was not present for this): Then laid on the whole "he could have been anyone" remark. Followed by a really annoying "you weren't talking, he was grooming you". [...] Then when he asked how old i was, this was the icing on the cake. I answered with my age (19, soon to be 20) to which he replied with "get it straight. You're not switched on!"
he sought to turn my friend against me with insidious and bigoted lies; poor form. then, to me, he executed his most disgusting ploy. he said that he sensed much sexual tension between myself and david, and that troubled him. he said all this with the straightest of faces (forgive the play on words), he made reference to a homosexual relationship between the two of us in the hope that it would infuriate me. he mentioned that homosexuality is greatly frowned upon in Islam, once again forcing the issue, straining to force me to be the slightest bit confrontational so that he could then lock me up (which is what he and the rest of them wanted from minute one). I, however, am far more tolerant than he would have guessed (more racism/bigotry on his part) and as a result merely laughed at his insinuation. he couldn't get to me, no matter how hard he tried. he had one final card, in that, after he returned my camera (thirty minutes after this ordeal began) he said "I would like it if the pictures were deleted" - clearly attempting to make me keep them, as I had expressed a great desire in doing so earlier, and in keeping them he could then claim me a security risk and arrest me. but yet again, like the road runner to his wild e. coyote, I foiled his dastardly plan. relenting, he let me go. I shook his hand (as is the polite thing to do) and made my way, with david, suzie and marc, towards the victoria line.
the three most incredible quotes of the day are as follows (this list has been stolen from marc's journal, but it was rather accurate):
-"Switch on!"
-"He's a groomer..."
-"Go away terrorists no one likes your style!"
the rest of the day (which was utterly utterly superb) shall now be chronicled in pictures. if you wish for more information on specific happenings/places visited, then do not hesitate to ask.
windswept
at huntingdon train station; the only one they let me keep.
big brother
'the streets is watching, she is watching and she is waiting.'
WARNING
fear is your only god.
lineofcloud
aligned.
decomposed
society crumbles by the king's cross.
time
9:59:53
platform
10a/11a
more time
more time.
the roof
watch as the light penetrates the paper-thin protection.
down the way
down the great hall, once filled by steam-behemoths.
lion
rawr
phallus
at trafalgar.
the trio
davinda, suzie q's hurr, marco.
slightlywonky
not as good as I'd have liked.
laugh
the first of much jollity.
the fountain
the guy in centre-frame looks like arrash. sorta.
annodecimo
oh yes.
the birds
don't fuck wit' 'em.
monty!
mwahaha.
a convo
so I'll stick these flowers up your...
when the kite string pops
ooo yes.
westminster
I wanted to take pictures of more signs but that was impossible.
ooo
house of hell.
the folly of man
OH YES!
tree
from directly beneath.
something
enbankment.
innocence
"follow god, not religious leaders."
t in the park
mmm.
awww
the first of many.
we have no time...
...to stand and stare.
fools
oh yes.
l00zer
oh the gayness.
perfect!
one of the best things I've ever seen.
abbey
so purdy.
sex kitten
I bet she's an animal in the sack.
healthfood
in burger king!
something
I dunno.
pocketwatch
so cool!
GAY
:D
reflection
I wish I could go there and take more pictures like this.
dunno
I think this may have been an accident.
suzie q
oh suziq q...
ledave
what a fool.
bassgod
he really really is.
tommy
say baby, SAY BABY!
harmonics
*head explodes*
slap-pop
bum-ba-bom-ba-bom-bump
stoned
everybody must get stoned!
senor marco marcel
ooh sucks, foxy lady!
pickachuuu
pokemon-mon-mon!
trois
rouge, blanc, bleu
poster
so cool!
alphaville
and I recognised it! I'm the man.
tree
again.
woop woop
sound of da beast!
god gave rock and roll to you II (the mo-mix)
he's clearly impressed.
pidgeons
dirty bastards.
awww
they're very cute.
marcooo
and he's otherwise occupied.
what
and I was ponderous.
sunlight
anti-shadows.
pop. tire
the tire will have definitely won the championship.
blurry hr
excuse me monstrosity... do you know the times?
tree
so tall.
dave's tits
astounding!
no thanks
now this is class.
how big?
suzie q was shy.
awww
so cute!
tarkovsky
offret
beauty
oh god look at it.
clouds
don't we love 'em.
GAYLOVERS
according to the dirty cop.
HEAVY
moseph, davinda, alteh.
METAL
marco, moseph.
more tree
not wholly original.
marco looks for a big one
guess what the "one" is...
quack
quack.
chaos
they're hiding from the pidgeon killer kid.
odd shoes
on odd marco's odd feet, oddly enough.
marcodance
shake it shake it baby
mc dave
shake it mama (shake it cali)
tired
long day; lot's of grooming.
I began my journey in earnest, at approximately ten minutes past eight AM; when I got into my parent's car (as I had done the previous three days, for work) and made my way to huntingdon train station. as we arrived, I exited and entered the station. purchasing an all-day travelcard for the amounts of twenty pounds and no pence. I rose onto the platform, taking photographs along the way, there were some intruiging shots to be had even on the confined space of platform 2. after some waiting (and some dark angel) the train arrived. I boarded and promptly made my way to king's cross. the train stopped along the way, though I ignored the stops and concentrated on taking good photos from out of my small window.
arriving at king's cross after roughly an hour of peaceful (though, none of my fellow passengers desired to sit in the same seating booth as me - which was no doubt down to the colour of my skin and my copious amounts of facial hair) travel, I stepped onto the platform and made my way towards the central area of the building, stopping a few times along the way to take pictures of rather attractive buildings. I had noticed that a policeman was following me, but thought nothing of it, as, well, I expected to at least get followed. however, as I walked alongside platform 8, and saw the armed police stood nearby, my stalking policeman pulled me to one side. he desired to speak with me about my "suspect actions" on the journey. it seems that one of my fellow passengers found the fact that I was taking pictures rather disconcerting, and reported me to the police, who saw my actions at king's cross and felt this compounded the allegations.
regardless, no sooner had my portly chum taken me to one side then I found myself surrounded by seven to eight policemen, two armed, and in the opening stages of what was to be a somewhat marathon interrogation session. I shall, dear reader, spare you the insufferable details, but a slightly in-depth summary shall be provided, with details available on msn. within seconds of giving me a pat-down search, they had confiscated my phone, and camera, and began perusing my messages and photographs at their leisure. I desired to resist this, but I remind the reader, that two of them had very big guns. their questions were numerous and similar; almost immediately I spotted a pattern in place. they were trying to trip me up, to trick me into contradicting myself so that they would then have a reason to throw me in jail. they wanted a notch on their belts and were determined to get it. they tried to tie me up in my own words but o! did they ever pick the wrong man to try and best linguistically! I was thoroughly consistant and perpetually pleasant, they were losing.
and so, naturally, they stepped up the pressure. more questions, more frequently, from more officers. then david (mr0krinkle), suzie (drunken0heart) and marc (cocainekongpow) arrived - with me doing a james dean impression surrounded by several police (oh what they must have thought!) this was perfect ammunition for them to unleash. they began a double-assault, attempting to get myself and david to contradict each other; thanks to david's slight ignorance to my london's residence they almost managed to do so, however I set them straight. but they refused to let up! more questions, continuing! there were threats of jail-time if I lied about having residence in finsbury park, or having gotten out onto finsbury park station (neither are even close to true) or, and this is my favourite, if I swore one more time (!!) so, here I was, still being harrassed by these numerous policemen. they even found a message I sent to jen which included the phrase "blair's SS" - this did not impress them, neither did my mentioning of jean charles de menezes. they were most adamant that I was in the wrong believing that they had no justification in shooting a suspect seven times in the head. I successfully destroyed their arguments. they then asked me if I knew why I had been detained, I simply replied "because I have a beard and look like an arab/muslim." -- again, they were not pleased, citing the public report and the photography as their reason for concern, to which I prompty pointed out the diminunative chinese woman taking pictures not 10 foot away from us on the platform, to which he replied "well I can't check on everyone can I?". they were still losing, time for another step up.
having failed to trap me with words, and having exhausted the race and persecution angles, they once again returned to myself and david, but this time trying a most insidious and bigoted approach. to david, they would say how weird and strange I am, and to me how weird and strange david is. to david, (and here I shall be quoting directly from david's most recent journal entry, given that I was not present for this): Then laid on the whole "he could have been anyone" remark. Followed by a really annoying "you weren't talking, he was grooming you". [...] Then when he asked how old i was, this was the icing on the cake. I answered with my age (19, soon to be 20) to which he replied with "get it straight. You're not switched on!"
he sought to turn my friend against me with insidious and bigoted lies; poor form. then, to me, he executed his most disgusting ploy. he said that he sensed much sexual tension between myself and david, and that troubled him. he said all this with the straightest of faces (forgive the play on words), he made reference to a homosexual relationship between the two of us in the hope that it would infuriate me. he mentioned that homosexuality is greatly frowned upon in Islam, once again forcing the issue, straining to force me to be the slightest bit confrontational so that he could then lock me up (which is what he and the rest of them wanted from minute one). I, however, am far more tolerant than he would have guessed (more racism/bigotry on his part) and as a result merely laughed at his insinuation. he couldn't get to me, no matter how hard he tried. he had one final card, in that, after he returned my camera (thirty minutes after this ordeal began) he said "I would like it if the pictures were deleted" - clearly attempting to make me keep them, as I had expressed a great desire in doing so earlier, and in keeping them he could then claim me a security risk and arrest me. but yet again, like the road runner to his wild e. coyote, I foiled his dastardly plan. relenting, he let me go. I shook his hand (as is the polite thing to do) and made my way, with david, suzie and marc, towards the victoria line.
the three most incredible quotes of the day are as follows (this list has been stolen from marc's journal, but it was rather accurate):
-"Switch on!"
-"He's a groomer..."
-"Go away terrorists no one likes your style!"
the rest of the day (which was utterly utterly superb) shall now be chronicled in pictures. if you wish for more information on specific happenings/places visited, then do not hesitate to ask.
windswept
at huntingdon train station; the only one they let me keep.
big brother
'the streets is watching, she is watching and she is waiting.'
WARNING
fear is your only god.
lineofcloud
aligned.
decomposed
society crumbles by the king's cross.
time
9:59:53
platform
10a/11a
more time
more time.
the roof
watch as the light penetrates the paper-thin protection.
down the way
down the great hall, once filled by steam-behemoths.
lion
rawr
phallus
at trafalgar.
the trio
davinda, suzie q's hurr, marco.
slightlywonky
not as good as I'd have liked.
laugh
the first of much jollity.
the fountain
the guy in centre-frame looks like arrash. sorta.
annodecimo
oh yes.
the birds
don't fuck wit' 'em.
monty!
mwahaha.
a convo
so I'll stick these flowers up your...
when the kite string pops
ooo yes.
westminster
I wanted to take pictures of more signs but that was impossible.
ooo
house of hell.
the folly of man
OH YES!
tree
from directly beneath.
something
enbankment.
innocence
"follow god, not religious leaders."
t in the park
mmm.
awww
the first of many.
we have no time...
...to stand and stare.
fools
oh yes.
l00zer
oh the gayness.
perfect!
one of the best things I've ever seen.
abbey
so purdy.
sex kitten
I bet she's an animal in the sack.
healthfood
in burger king!
something
I dunno.
pocketwatch
so cool!
GAY
:D
reflection
I wish I could go there and take more pictures like this.
dunno
I think this may have been an accident.
suzie q
oh suziq q...
ledave
what a fool.
bassgod
he really really is.
tommy
say baby, SAY BABY!
harmonics
*head explodes*
slap-pop
bum-ba-bom-ba-bom-bump
stoned
everybody must get stoned!
senor marco marcel
ooh sucks, foxy lady!
pickachuuu
pokemon-mon-mon!
trois
rouge, blanc, bleu
poster
so cool!
alphaville
and I recognised it! I'm the man.
tree
again.
woop woop
sound of da beast!
god gave rock and roll to you II (the mo-mix)
he's clearly impressed.
pidgeons
dirty bastards.
awww
they're very cute.
marcooo
and he's otherwise occupied.
what
and I was ponderous.
sunlight
anti-shadows.
pop. tire
the tire will have definitely won the championship.
blurry hr
excuse me monstrosity... do you know the times?
tree
so tall.
dave's tits
astounding!
no thanks
now this is class.
how big?
suzie q was shy.
awww
so cute!
tarkovsky
offret
beauty
oh god look at it.
clouds
don't we love 'em.
GAYLOVERS
according to the dirty cop.
HEAVY
moseph, davinda, alteh.
METAL
marco, moseph.
more tree
not wholly original.
marco looks for a big one
guess what the "one" is...
quack
quack.
chaos
they're hiding from the pidgeon killer kid.
odd shoes
on odd marco's odd feet, oddly enough.
marcodance
shake it shake it baby
mc dave
shake it mama (shake it cali)
tired
long day; lot's of grooming.