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Saturday, February 25th, 2006

… I’ve not managed to speak to someone sensible at Paddington Green police station (I found the telephone number myself – thanks, Kevin). I then contacted the solictor who dealt with my “hacking” charge, who was horrified that Alfredo had been held for over a fortnight without being charged (apparently, he was “voluntarily helping the police with their enquiries”) and referred me to one of these Human Rights lawyers.

She seemed enthusiastic to get involved, especially since they seem to have taken advantage of Alfredo’s lack of legal representation and parental support to interrogate and hold him for sixteen days on the pretext that he was voluntarily “helping”.

Oh, dear…

Friday, February 24th, 2006

… I feared as much, though I never said so.

I finally weakened and telephoned Alfredo. It was quite a game finding his telephone number, I can tell you. I’d lost it if I ever had it. Anyway, his mother tells me he’s been “taken away by detectives over a week ago” – her very words, and his computer confiscated. She clearly blames me. Then she says her boyfriend Kevin is dealing with it. Why don’t I ring back and speak to him.

I ring back and speak to Kevin. He tells me Alfredo is being held in some secure police station, and they are talking about The Terrorism Act, and all sorts. Kevin’s clearly not “dealing with it”. He doesn’t even have a telephone number for the police station. I ask him to find it out. More tomorrow.

eeeugh…

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006

… tourist wear. Sophia has made me aware of tourist wear, something I’d neglected to notice until now. It’s still quite chilly by Greek standards at present, so I tend to wear long trousers, long-sleeved shirt, and a sweater or light jacket when necessary (especially on the bike). In this, I seem to reflect local standards of the islanders, who consider themselves a hardy lot (I wouldn’t fancy their chances in Princes Street in August).

There are two classes of tourist.

The first, mostly Germans and Scands, recognise that the weather is a little inclement, and turn out in woolly trousers, fell walking boots, sweaters and anoraks, as though they were about to tackle an Alp.

Incongruous.

The second, overwhelmingly Brits, as soon as the sun appears, emerge clad in :
Male – Sleeveless singlet, the better to expose the tattoos; shorts that are too long or longs that are too short, accompanied by enormous beer gut and flip-flops;
Female – Shapeless floppy top, containing, yet, somehow, revealing, shapeless floppy body, worn loose over shorts that are either much too short or longs that are much too long, and shoes suitable for the catwalk.
Both – Lots and lots of pale skin that’s more blue than cream in hue. Think codfish.

Ugly, ugly, ugly.

Stll no news of Alfredo, and his site is still down – ???

Coffee, …

Sunday, February 12th, 2006

… just in case I haven’t mentioned it before, is something completely different when consumed in Greece. Imagine a tiny cup, suitable for a single espresso. It is half filled with very fine coffee grounds even after it settles, and eventually the top half becomes delicious aromatic black coffee with a fine coating of froth. The coffee portion is to be sipped slowly with a glass of water, the mud at the bottom to be left. So you finish up not being able to overdose on coffee, because each cup takes a while to make and settle, but the taste… fantastic. Even espresso, which is often too harsh, cannot compare with it. We now make our own at home, and it’s as easy as Nescafé. The whole process has become a sort of ritual like a Japanese Tea Party.

News? No news. That’s why I’m forced to mark time with coffee. I haven’t even heard from fauxhunter lately, and his blog is offline. Maybe he’s on holiday.

Alfredo…

Wednesday, February 1st, 2006

… the young scamp, has been delving further into Ginger’s business (I am reading David Copperfield at the moment – the language gets into the bones). You can read about it in his blog of yesterday’s date.

More news…

Saturday, January 28th, 2006

… about the boat. One of our local police – the captain who once detained me when I was in a hurry for a ferry – caught me in Nikos’ last night. A meeting has been arranged in Corfu between me, the Greek police and some Albanian officials, with a view, apparently, to my identifying my boat, and possibly the pirates who stole it.

The date is Saturday 1st April – just over 2 months from now. You can’t say these guys let the grass grow under their feet. I am assured that this is desperately quick by the standards of Albanio-Greek relations, and that the Albanians must be in a hurry for my co-operation. Suits me, if it gets the boat back.

Suldrun…

Thursday, January 26th, 2006

… hereinafter referred to as Sophia, because that’s her name, has taken until today to tell me about her blog – an account of her highly coloured rags-to-riches-to-rags career over the last twelve months. It is cunningly entitled “Totally Ruined”, originally intended to refer to archaeology, but partially true of her life.

Read and enjoy, folks; apparently all the principals in her story have already done so.

An interesting concept, this – the Carfilhiot, Totally Ruined, and Fauxhunter blogs all entwined together.

Another raft…

Tuesday, January 24th, 2006

… of stuff from Alfredo about his captured Dork site. I can view it via vnc now, but I confess to a superstitious dread of being found out prying – a dread no doubt fostered by my experiences at the Bank Which Shall Not Be Named, who successfully branded me as a hacker while I was actually doing them a good turn!

Alfredo has got the goods…

Saturday, January 21st, 2006

… on one of the computers that’s been accessing Ginger’s photos on my site and he’s found a couple more photos with codes on them. I don’t know whether to be pleased or embarrassed that he’s taken over the target PC completely – he calls it Dork because of how easy it was to get into. In addition, he has pinched most of the contents of its filestore and he’s using MY website as a sort of depot for it!

The PC seems to be in America, and a shared one. The users, he says, are mostly looking at arabic websites – he’s sent me the list of visited links off the IE history. There’s something unaccountably invasive about following someone’s internet accesses around, but I quite enjoyed it. The arabic ones tend to be a bit militant in character, but it’s clear at least one user favours cheeky pictures which I can’t show you here because, as a responsible blogger, there’d have to be more pixellation than picture!

No more news on the boat.

Very interesting…

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

… news. We all – Alexis, Sophia and I, went to the police station today. It appears that what passes for the Albanian coastguard has impounded a boat that has Alexis’s boatyard plate on it, and which seems to be my boat! They would like Alexis or me to come to Albania and identify it.

I asked whether I’d be likely to get it back. Shrugs all round. According to Alexis, Greeks and Albanians don’t really get on. Albanian criminals have been preying on tourists, particularly in Corfu, and the Albanian authorities haven’t been too interested in sorting it out. Conversely, there is a tendency for the Albanians to be blamed for everything that happens on that side of Greece.

Alexis is very excited about it, but he clearly doesn’t fancy going to Albania, even with me. I suppose, as it’s my boat, I’d better go. Communication lines are very extended. Our police will speak to Athens who speak to some Albanian authority who speak to the people who have got the boat. These arrangements may take some time.