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I am the very model of a modern Major-General
I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical
I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical
About binomial theorem I am teeming with a lot o’ news
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse
Gilbert and Sullivan
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Given what is going on in my real world life and what we watched on TV last night there is no obvious ( non le Carré ) explanation as to why I should be dreaming about generals and BoJo.
I have been in the past mistaken for having some kind of military background. Though I have never spent more than a few hours therein having a taster at the Royal Marine Reserves. Living near Farnham there were a lot of ex-military. The hair dresser, ex-pathfinder special forces, treated me like an officer. We talked about many things and I asked him why he was not doing private “security” work. Who knows what he thought. We talked a bit about the masons.
My first knowing encounter was with a former Waffen SS panzer colonel who was a colleague of my father in Africa. He was a reasonably regular visitor at our house and when he went back to Germany he would send me parcels of German chocolates to boarding school. His name was Prussian-Polish and unspellable with Ps and Ys and Zs. Later a Colonel Rees came to take me out for a day together with his wife and springer spaniel. I knew him as Uncle Ken. He was my father’s half brother, hence the different surname. Bulldog the house master and an ex-para medic was well impressed. Ken got his MBE recommendation signed by a general who was head of Military Intelligence posted subsequently to Berlin ~1950. Ken worked out of Horse Guards and was probably part spook. At his funeral there were various top brass and generals. I was quizzed extensively by the army wives for quite a while. They were encouraging me into the forces.
My friend and flat mate at university had a father who was some kind of Admiral. We met once at his very posh house.
The next time I knowingly met any generals was at the Institute of Leadership…It is not a circle in which I walk.
Generals are generally quite important geezers…well above my pay grade…
I was recently in the UK. If I am under surveillance and they wanted to get in touch they could have done it then. They did not. It is more complicated if I am in France.
I had a quick look at UK major-generals on the internet today. I could probably waste more time seeing if I could identify a “real” person. I am not sure what if anything that might achieve.
I think the answer is probably to keep taking the opium…
