Keep Your Diaries Clear

The G20 schedule starts this November 15 in Brisbane Australia. Brisbane is a fairly tame place by comparison with its dark side – Surfer’s Paradise, about forty minutes drive away by fast limo.

I just saw a local Australian group up here in Surfer’s called Say Lou Lou - which is mainly a duo of singers consisting of twin sisters.

Now the public is banned from being anywhere near the G20 world leaders when they turn up on the 15th and 16^th for the summit conference.

Of course you wouldn’t consider Jack Nicholson just another member of the public, although he’s not coming as far as I know.

Jack Nicholson, Mr. Putin President of Russia,

and Peta Wilson

A whole clear month before the G20 summit starts is the Russian Formula 1 Grand Prix.

Now in recent past passages I have told you about people like Sir Alex Allan and how he managed to melt into the social scene here far far away from London City life – but you’d be well aware that if I carried on at the time that mischief was afoot no one would have even believed there actually was even such a person despite the fact that he had already been the High Commissioner here for several years and was the next door neighbour of the then Western Australia State Premier Geoff Gallop. Gallop is a close personal friend of Tony Blair.

Of course he, Allan, was no ‘just the High Commissioner’ for gawdsakes – this man is one of the world’s brightest sparks when it comes to computers and internet systems technology. Allan was moonlighting, if that is the correct terminology about it, while he was doing his other, overt day job during the day, presumably.

And so we now have Julie Bishop, and Tony Abbott, selectively either about to be hosting the President of Russia, or not, as the case will turn out to be on or around the 15^th of November, which is, as I say, one whole clear month after the Formula 1 race in Sochi.

Say Lou Lou - one of them, Live.

Mr. Putin, though, chooses his bedfellows wisely, as you can see. That is, if you see with the same eyes as I do. Which eyes are: For Your Eyes Only.

Now look, let your own thoughts run a bit wild here... I’ll give you the bits and pieces so that you can join the dots without accusing me of making stuff up were I to explicitly say it all.

·         S-Class Mercedes special vehicles for the world leaders.

·         Australian government does not like Mr. Putin

·         Mr. Putin is very charming

·         MI6 is here – has been for a while

ET cetera et cetera et cetera.

 

 

The Mirror Without A Reflection

Now soon, very soon, it might be a fine day or it might be raining, it might be in winter or perhaps as late as next year’s spring – but I will be revealing something here of great importance to you.

 

London Court, a fascinating little outdoor arcade

in Western Australia

Before I do however, I might just re-cap on some past events. You will recall I talked a little about Mansour Ojjeh, the one-time owner of the TAG Formula 1 racing team. He’s a smart man and a good one, but around him lurk people of no goodwill at all. And that is simply because anyone whose family was close to the intelligence groups inside Syria, and who now is possessed of large corporate and technology assets, is in the same space as those with cover stories for covert operations to do with stealing vast sums from taxpayers for any plausible reason that can fly in the media.

Alex Allan - bike rider

You will recall I talked about Sir Alex Allan – well he wasn’t a ‘sir’ back then, when he would come into my restaurant down the arcade in the middle of London Court, and park his Lotus bicycle leaning up against the wall just outside, and get his lunch.

Sir Alex was the head of the Joint Intelligence Committee until he got sick from some mysterious ailment. I must tell you that he always struck me as a thoroughly nice person, a little soft, frankly -, always very well-mannered.

Now London Court itself is an anachronism, built by a gold mining baron Claude De Bernales, but after his death the entire property was largely owned by the Bishop family – the same Bishop family that currently provides Australia with its foreign minister.

Western Australia does have rather a lot more English – I’ll not say exactly British – political connections than is in my own view necessarily healthy, especially since it is so far away from anyplace that scallywags get up to right mischief here and no one ever seems to mind. Why the deep sea divers pretending to fly in/fly out for mining work were all right here doing the preparation when they flew out and spiked the cables that Snowden just talked about. I’ll even give you the name of the New Zealand ‘cover company’ involved: Iron Sands. Snowden didn't tell you about that!

 

Australian PM Abbott - bike rider

For instance, the one-time Prime Minister of England, John Major, owned a premium sea-side restaurant in City Beach here in Western Australia.  MI6 has an outfit running from a cigar business here too – oh dear, have I said something. Anyway, not to worry; as I say, no one cares. The fact that James Packer’s personal lawyer dropped dead in this cigar place from another mysterious reason does not appear to have troubled the Australian Federal Police although if I were them, and I’m not and cannot presume to know more than they should, I would be concerned that things were not going on here that involved other countries and were not any of Australia’s business.

 

Sir Alex Allan and John Major

In all events, long gone are the days when James Bond could look to being provided with the very latest Q-series Aston Martin Vanquish, ‘austerity’ being what it is. These ideas about riding around on high-priced bicycles instead of Bentleys and Astons is from German private industry, by the way, and they have this ‘influence’ on the minds particularly, of the Hard Right in Whitehall and even right here in Canberra. There is this romance that carries over from the German Trading House era in the Far East, when the Hash House Harriers would include the top executive of the main expatriate corporation and he would run around being the ‘hound’ and receiving ‘secret’ messages from the ‘hare’ in odd spots along a designated route.

Worrying, I suppose, that all the masked programming left inside of Range Rovers and Astons (electronic micro-chips) and so on, could be used to hoist them on their own pittards – as it did the young Gaddafi kids – the present-day spooks have elected to go on this endless bike run during which all their most important ideas are discussed, through the beads of sweat pouring from their austere visages.

 

John Kerry - bike rider

And so I remind you of all of this, in order for you to weigh up whether what I will divulge shortly is worth taking note of or not.

Who am I? Wouldn’t you like to know!

Here are three items for openers:

Russian Formula 1 Grand Prix is on this coming 12 October. Will prove interesting.

James Packer, the billionaire casino owner, sounds like a zombie when you talk to him right now.

The BBC will have front row seats at the funeral of Singapore’s much loved dictator, LKY.

James Bond? On His Majesty’s Secret Service? I think not. More like rampaging cocaine-fuelled London City parties and orders coming from moneyed criminals out of control behind the wood-panelled doors of the Big Eight. Did I get it right?

Nothing ‘mysterious’ about it.  Very troubling though, and likely to prove troublesome. Anyone from an Australian security intelligence agency reading here think you’re gonna miss out on the trouble, think again. You are right in the middle of it and they will blame you. Because you are the dummies who are letting it happen under your noses. There's nothing aristocratic, sovereign-honouring, or civil about this mob; they're a bunch of second-rate mercantile criminals, from a criminal class, and are going to lead a lot of people a lot astray.

 

Retro-Futurism, Nostalgia... and Mindlessness

Is it nostalgia or retro-futurism?

I can’t really imagine young guys like James Packer or Stephen Hung – two of the mega casino owners in Macau today – actually pining for some actual remembered beautiful past.

A 'new' casino in Osaka

It’s basically architects designing for clients who have no imagination...

But then, is the case that the money spending public have no imagination either and simply want to surround themselves with tacky fictions they don’t need to take intellectual responsibility for?

The water level, however, is dropping in the lake. Sure the dinosaurs are still chewing up all the plant life everywhere, but the mud at the lake floor is starting to rise up to the senses where once the crystal waters glowed with life and action.

You couldn’t get a more obvious sign than the current disastrous ticket sales at the general box office; ‘they’ have totally vandalized the Bond franchise, filled up casino gambling halls with electrical machines – hardly electronic, that would unduly dignify them – and destroyed the stock market with fake buying via fake money.

There is no excitement pulse in the veins of the public.

 

Plaza casino, Macau, quite nice, really

small, old-fashioned...

Ethanol will just anaesthetize people until they are literally a dead, a zombie generation. How much of modern alcohol is actually ‘made’ the way it once was, instead, isn’t it just contrived with ethanol and flavour additives in the form of ‘high tech molecules?’

You can drug and anaesthetize the bored public and convince yourself that all is well.

This is all about laziness and lazy-mindedness on the part of the wealthy and the political elite – and it goes on only as long as there is no opposition in evidence.  The real opposition, of course, is not Al Qaeda, or ISIS, or any one of a dozen other possible high-focus but trumped-up villains; the real opposition is the power inside those who not only authentically remember a richer past, but have learned its lessons and can understand what is humanly valuable and how to go about possessing it.

Wouldn’t a Howard Hughes, for example, were he alive today, look upon what is going on as simply the most amazing opportunity? I mean to say, the next time you watch a ‘red carpet’ show on tv, just remember that this was all originally from one single Hughes event, when he decided that a red carpet all the way round two blocks leading into his theatre where the epic ‘Hell’s Angels’ was premiere-ing, might be a good idea.

 

Monteverdi 375 - a bit of nostalgia...

Thing is, it was his idea, and not some stupid copycat version of fifty other people’s past history and otherwise rolling committee decisions on what could be a good idea to foist onto the public to convince them something glamourous or exciting or new, is still going on once the main show is already over.

Take away Fed interference and there would be no stock market right now. Take away Fed fiddling and there would be no gold left in the US. Leave things as they are and the mud, at the bottom of the lake, will mire the heavy swamp monsters into their virtual graveyards. The mud is the turgidity of tax receipt flows. And it is a fact and it is real and it has force.

Mercedes Musk Lollies

“Don’t dial up the Mercedes S-Class FunfKommaSecks’ aromatherapy to ‘musk stick lollies,’ please Köbie!”

That’s my 8 year old level three Autistic kid’s name...

He’s named after an ancestor of mine – someone from Scotland. ‘Köbie’ is the Swiss contraction of the name in honour of the golden days of secret Swiss bank accounts.

New S-Class, has mood lighting and aromatherapy.
The 'Guard' version just been leased by the Oz government for
the G20 meeting featuring Uncle Vanya

Anyway look there are no ‘musk stick lolly’ options on the factory original aromatherapy electronics in the latest Mercedes S-Class but I assure you that would never stop a driven Autistic kid.

It’s quite fascinating don’t you find, especially those of us here who are engaged in any kind of business – when you are going into some deal or other, there is this whole seriousness and gravity and intent and cautiousness; and then afterwards if it is very successful there is a total diametric change towards levity and even outright silliness.

All the same, some deals require strict confidentiality a long ways past even when they have been formally concluded. And that is the position I find myself in at present.

Oh yes I have done something pretty good – or ba-a-a-a-d, if you want to be colloquial about it. And maybe ‘bad’ is the correct accurate description anyway.

Seriously, isn't this beautiful?
...And rare.

There are so few really exciting ventures going on in today’s world of business – Alibaba is plain stupid and relies on a business model that everyone is chasing concerning extending social media networks and pretending they are all necessarily going to turn into money some day.

I pointed out here a while back that even the world’s leading private investment fund returned 12-ish percent last year on several billions. Well 12 per cent is not interesting to me! 500 per cent might be and even then it’s going to have to be to do with something that I am fundamentally interested in.

In a world in which the Fed has manipulated the evolved, the tried and true benchmarks of risk, 12 per cent against the government risk free rate is sick. It is dangerous to indulge in these specious ‘good’ return numbers when everyone of experience in risk assessment knows that risk benchmarking has been mischievously tampered with by an authority which accounts to no one for its errors, mistakes, and sheer selfish dissembling.



Up the top of that tall building again...
Money never sleeps, Bud. But you have
to have a good idea otherwise it does sleep!

In such a world, people who really have some business model that is truly profitable and exciting and safe, have to be concerned with great earnestness, about not allowing too many copycats into the picture.

Alibaba - and the Forty Thieves... Al-adin they already shot in some compound in Pakistan. Take me to the story teller, not to the story. To the fable-maker, not the fable.

The Still Of Southern Winter

Sometimes don’t you feel as though you want some real quiet? You know, that perfectly still early morning, where the thick mists make no sound as they hang and gather in the rolling pastures, along the tree line, down in the vales...

A seriously good modern wine

Make no mistake, when people like LVMH buy a winery like the South Western Australian Cape Mentelle Wines, the place is already a highly developed, modern, technically advanced piece of the civilized world. Sure it’s a very beautiful place – the winery itself – and pretty peaceful too. And let me tell you the wines and the food they prepare down there are staggeringly wonderful!

But there is also something to be said for sheer, absolute wilderness – those places where no one goes.

Such places still exist here in Western Australia. And once you get here, if you ever do get here, it takes only a few minutes after you step out of your car before you realise that this place is pristine: kookaburras will come right up to you and look you over to see what the hell this new visitor is all about, and so will the kangaroos. They aren’t afraid of humans because no humans come here.

It’s about to be Spring here in Australia and the mad crowds of the Melbourne Thoroughbred Racing Carnival are going to turn up on that first Tuesday in November for the world’s best two-mile race.

Not saying where this actually is!

Lost in all the buzz will be the years and days gone by, when whalers worked the Southern-most coasts. Now, there are still whales but no whalers. And very few people. In some places there are no people at all. Western Australia is a million square miles. And most of it empty. And some of it is just too far away even for the most ardent tourist and wanderer to go just to get some silence. But my god, what silence. Actually I can hear the condensation of the fog or the mist burble and hiss when it hits the outside camp fire in the cold early morning...