Information Satire Your intrepid eyewitness was abuzz with anticipation, having heard a rumour from his usual source in Parliament that Auntie Hellish Quark had been self-summoned to an emergency meeting with PM Justinda Ardeau. The Spyfly device was, therefore, sitting on the ceiling with a commanding view of Justinda’s
Information Satire The scene was a late-night meeting of the large faction of the Notional Party known as Kiwiswamp. The fairly small room was packed to the gunwales with most of the party caucus. A fairly inconspicuous fly sat on the wall, and unbeknown to the assembled swamp-dwellers, your intrepid
Information Satire Your intrepid eyewitness, having being locked up unnecessarily for far too long, was delighted to hear that her Imperial Comradeship, Justinda Ardeau, had, in her beneficence, allowed her subjects to emerge from their warrens and breathe a limited amount of fresh air. His first thought was that a
* Title: The Deserter * Author: Nelson DeMille & Alex DeMille * Publisher: Simon & Schuster * ISBN: 9781501101762 (mass market) | ISBN 9781501101779 (ebook) * First Published: October 2019 I’ve just finished reading this thriller, The Deserter, by Nelson DeMille. I’ve read a few of his books, mainly the John Corey series, and
Information Satire Some time having passed since my visit from the Kindness and Wellbeing Police in the very hard on the eyes shapes of officers Hagar and Rawsprat, your intrepid eyewitness was beginning to feel that it was high time that the Flyspy listening device was again pressed into service
Information Satire Your intrepid eyewitness was relaxing at home the other night, with Mrs Eyewitness and the Eyewitness offspring, when there was a thunderous knock on the door, reminiscent of an earthquake and tornado making a simultaneous combined assault. Upon opening the door somewhat cautiously, I was confronted by two
Information Satire. Your intrepid eyewitness is pleased to advise that he was able to retrieve, quite intact, the spyfly which, as advised in a previous report, had the misfortune to crash into a sausage roll on Grunt Robbingson’s (the Minister of Sausage Rolls and Finance) desk. Due to my
Information Satire Having taken steps to solve the problem of the overheating CPU in my Fly On the Wall spyfly device, as outlined in a previous report, your intrepid eyewitness was keen to test the new model. I had managed to further reduce the size of the spyfly from overweight
Information Satire. Editor’s Note: In Aotearoan Newspeak, Kindness is Cruelty, and Wellbeing is Destitution and Starvation. Today our intrepid eye-witness reports on an unexpected and needless to say, unwanted, encounter with Justinda’s Kindness and Wellbeing Police. I thought that readers may be interested in an encounter I had
Information Satire. A report on the test of the Mark 2 model spy fly, with improved battery life, enhanced adherence qualities (enabling ceiling adhesion as well as wall), and reduction in size from that of a giant bumblebee to a largish blowfly. The test took place in the office of
Information Satire. Once again your intrepid eyewitness, using the infamous fly on the wall technology, and making sure that new batteries were inserted in the artificial insect, was able to listen to, and view, a secret late-night meeting of ‘Kiwiswamp’ also known as the Notional Party’s NINO faction, some
Information Satire. Your intrepid eyewitness, once again using the latest fly on the wall technology, is able to report that he was able to observe and listen to a recent meeting (apparently a regular event) between New Venezuela’s glorious, truthful, kind, general distributor of wellbeing, Prime Minister Justinda Micron
The other night, commenter Cadwallader mentioned a song from the past that he’d heard that day, and he said he was going crazy as the Comrade Princess’ name fitted too well with the words. That got me thinking as I vaguely remembered the song, and annoyingly I found myself
Information Satire Your intrepid eye-witness was not actually in attendance at this meeting, but with technology assisting, was able to view and hear the proceedings. A large faction of an unnamed party, which for the sake of convenience we will randomly call The Notional Party, held a secret late-night meeting.
I’ve recently finished reading a book about a historical event, which, until I stumbled upon the book, I had never heard of. I’m sure many BFD readers have heard of it, but for those who may not have, I decided to write this post which started out as
