Re: A dead hamster would be better than Rudd.
Wrapped it sellotape, it would be infinitely more effable.
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The first BAME home secretary. Great. As a middle-aged, white male I can now look forwards to being stopped and searched at least once a week. "I'm stopping you under the The Police and Criminal Evidence Act 1984 (PACE) and asking that you submit to a search, as I suspect you are carrying an offensive lunch box with intent to commit a criminal act."
Well, I guess what goes around...
Surely the "personally identifiable" bit dies along with the subject? Many an interesting historical facet has turned up as the result of trawling back through official records of prisons, courts, debt collectors etc. I have an expectation of a right under GDPR, but my grandfather who karked it over two decades ago... well, he's not a natural living person, is he?
Not even asking why the emergency stop had been pressed before reapplying power? Tsk! On an industrial process machine? Unless you can find out why the button had been pressed, you should strip the machine down, check all the paths, safety interlocks, points of greatest hazard... You do get paid by the hour, I take it?
Apparently the department provides "direction, thought leadership, guidance and subject matter expertise on our IT estate to make sure we get the maximum value from our investment in our IT. We do this by defining our IT strategy and aligning it fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp, fapp. "
I was hoping for a blockchain implementation that would improve audit and accountability by making it impossible to delete or alter the browser history and network traffic logs which are tagged by the single-sign on authentication, which oh... now... who's been uploading sensitive corporate documents to a rival's anonymous FTP server whilst simultaneously browsing bestiality and kiddy pron websites... and are those kittens underage??!!!
And it smacks to me of the hiding behind the law excuses which has seen an explosion of the " 'elfin safety innit, mate? " brigade.
You know the sort... you have a simple question about something important, has someone done this, has someone said that, has such-and-such a person been in contact with you yet, have you informed such and such a person about this... and you always get one somewhere; one poxy ignoramus who will say "I'm sorry, I can't tell you that because of data protection". I've given YOU the name, you muppet... or I don't need to know the name, just to know if some event has occurred or some contact been made. As far as I'm aware a company as a legal entity, even if it's a sole trader, has no "personal" information status. Or do they?
"Did you receive the payment from Martin Fowler yet?" How's that a breach of any Data Protection, and how can it be different if it's Martin Fowler the individual or Martin Fowler Ltd the solicitor's company?
As for the historical records thing... that is utterly inexcusable. Parish Records, the old Somerset House as it was, wherever it's moved to, Microfiche copies of The Times... are we at risk of entering a new Dark Age?
Mr Hoppy!
Or more like...
"So what is it this time, Clive. Why are you late back from the TSB?"
"Well dear, you'll never believe it... I was just about to fill in some details on a change of account form when a highly skilled computer hacker who served time for infecting the FBI's Carnivore program with a computer virus, was forced by someone called Gabriel to use his hacking skills to siphon $9.5 billion from several government slush funds.
Anyway, Stanley secretly coded a back door in his hydra hacking program that reversed all the money transfers after a short period. So Gabriel and his men stormed the bank branch, and strapped a ball-bearing-based Claymore to me and used threatened innocent people, forcing Stanley to drain all the bank accounts. And they kidnapped his daughter too. So that's what's happened to all the money from our accounts dear, and it really happened."
"That's the plot of the film Swordfish. What really happened?"
"I was being pegged by a 12" monster BBC across the console in the computer room at the bank, and I came all over the keyboards."
Ha! I read that as HS2. Too much time spent complaining on rail forums.
H2S is nasty. One of the effects it has is to paralyse the olfactory nerve, so you stop smelling it pretty quickly. As you go down the periodic table, the smell gets worse too. I have heard tell of one chap who was working with hydrogen telluride; when he got on the tube to go home, at the next stop the entire carriage emptied, but he couldn't smell a thing.