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Return to Bomb Alley 1982 – The Falklands Deception, by Paul Cardin
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Return to Bomb Alley 1982 – The Falklands Deception
From Paul Cardin, a Falklands Conflict veteran. This is a biting commentary, told from the heart. Also included is a 1982 diary, written on location. This book forms a forensic inquiry into several conflict-related mysteries that have never been addressed or resolved - even after 40 years.
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Doing the rounds Burgess was seeing Degg but Degg was also seeing Adderley, the truth has come out after Adderley surprised degg and Burgess what followed was a touch of fisticuffs with degg apparently getting struck in the face..£48,000 pure hush money..but things like this don’t stay secret for long in the corridors of the town hall. Burgess surprise semi retirement,Adderley gardening leave and Degg set to be announced soon of leaving(resigning). Not one for spreading rumours but person/s that informed me have been close friends for years and are still in employment within the town hall. I am an ex council worker binned out of my job in January through lies and deciet after they closed the cctv control room now staffed with agency staff any more heard I will pass it on gladly.
Keep going pal
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Reblogged this on Citizens, not serfs.
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Bloody forty eight thousand pounds! Bloody hurt feelings! I wish someone would pop round bloody here and hurt my feelings and I got slipped forty eight thousand pounds. Hurt feeling my neighbours right testicle!
I’ll tell you what can hurt your bloody feelings and make you go all bloody sensitive. Getting told to fix bloody bayonets and ordered to charge at a nest of machine guns. That’ll get your muttering, ‘me bloody feelings are hurt’. And it’s no good telling your skipper, ‘you’ve just hurt me bloody feelings. I demand forty eight thousand pounds’. More than likely, he’d fix his own rotten bayonet and shove you out over the wire howling, ‘and don’t come bloody back fatso’.
Whoever this ‘Doris’ is she wants to hack my bloody email in box and read what folk think and say of me. That’d make her think. That’d make her wince. Forty eight bloody thousand pounds, slipped out of the public purse and nobody was ever supposed to know. Bloody hell!
And they wonder why Cardin keeps going. Onward and in this case, bloody downwards, relentlessly pursuing the truth about where the money is going. Mind, it’s actually buggar all to do with Cardin. When he decided to produce his dartboard, or as I saw it, a bloody Ouija Board, listing the names of the girls who may have had the misfortune to become so bloody hurt that they needed forty eight bloody thousand pounds of our money to ease the pain, it was actually God who was behind the thought processes. Yes! God. God is behind everything. He’s into the bloody lot. Quite why he decided that it’d be a good idea to force the hierarchy of Wirral Council to feel compelled to dish out forty eight thousand pounds is a bloody mystery to me.
Course, he obviously knows what he’s doing. He must do but there are times when his roundabout way of doing things leave one muttering, ‘what’s his purpose. What’s he got in store for us’.
And he has got something in store for us. By sanctioning this payment of forty eight thousand pounds he’s set off a chain of events that’ll end in God getting us to go where he wants us to be.
I reckon he’s rubbing our noses in it. Getting us so pissed off we’re all going to kick off, gather together in a howling mob and storm the Town Hall.
And before any of you think me mad, ask yourselves why your reading this undiluted rancid Codswallop. Yes! Gods willed you to do it. Just like he’s given us The Syphilis. Disturbed and generally disappointed that vast areas of the Wirral have become overwhelmed by Dogging Assocuations, he’s given us the Syphilis so that well think twice before we writhe around on the bonnet of some parked car in pursuit of sexual gratification.
This is the way he does things. In an entirely roundabout way that’s intended to alter the course of future events. Course, if you’ve got the Syphilis I don’t suppose it’ll be much consolation knowing that God gifted it to you. You’d be an odd sort if you thought, ‘thank you Lord for giving me the Syphilis’ especially if you’ve no affiliation with a Dogging Association.
There! I’ve said what’s on me mind!
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An excellent result, Mr Cardin.
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Paul is it 48 for a bulls eye or is it 50 I cant quite remember???
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From your senior officer list of females you’ve left out Chris Hyams, the Head of Human Resources who I’m sure due to her job description I’m sure has more knowledge as to who this payment was made to than you have. 🙂
I have a number of legal invoices in the office for Wirral Council for 2013-14 that are HR related that I got as part of the audit. Maybe I should crosscheck the dates to see if any relate to this little mystery. 😀
After all as we both know Wirral Council before getting to the stage of such a payout usually seek legal advice on HR matters (whether external and/or internal).
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Not sure you’ll find anything but good luck all the same 🙂
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